by Billi Jean
“That feels good.” He rolled his hips, encouraging her.
She didn’t let him down. She nibbled on his neck like a playful kitten and rubbed her silky body back into his hands while her warm palms pulled up and down his shaft with the perfect amount of pressure.
“You’re so big, so thick.”
“I’ll be real careful, so careful, sweetheart,” he promised against her slender throat. He pressed a hot kiss along her skin and tightened his grip on her firm curves. She moaned into his shoulder and tightened her hands on him.
With a rush, he felt his balls draw up tight, the warning that he’d best slow down. Instead, he shifted her leg over his until she straddled his thigh. “Don’t move,” he cautioned. He swore he could feel the heat of her pussy through his slacks. He moved her in a rough up-and-down motion on his leg and she arched her back, adding a deeper grind along his thigh.
“Torque.” There was passion in her voice, passion, and need. The passion he wanted, the need he had to do something about.
“I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” He bent his knees and lifted her up in his arms so fast she let out a small gasp. He missed her hands on his dick immediately but he needed her wet enough to take his size. “Let’s go to the bedroom, eh?”
He swore she exhaled an ‘about time’ under her breath but she distracted him with a warm wet trail back along his jaw. Her breath against the sensitive spot behind his ear shot a burst of nearly orgasmic pleasure up his spine.
“Fuck.”
“Yes, fuck. Please, now.”
There was no stopping the laugh that burst from his chest, not that he tried. But as soon as he set her down, he got serious. The clothes had to go. He stripped his button-down shirt off over his head, his pants followed, and his shoes and socks landed on top. He turned to see her tug her silky dress downward and groaned when her breasts bounced free. He gripped his erection and stroked down the suffering flesh at the first long look at her naked body.
She blinked over at him, and frowned. “Oh, Torque, your chest. What happened to you? Who did that?”
It took him several seconds to get his gaze up from the lush treasures she’d hidden underneath her clothing. She looked worried, upset even, and he sensed if he didn’t brush her worries aside, this might not go as planned. She cared about him, he realised with something close to amazement. Still, he shrugged a shoulder at her concern, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “It’s nothing, an old scar.”
She would have said more, but suddenly seemed to see him stroking his cock. A slow, pleased smile lit her face. She liked what he was doing? Hell, wait until he showed her what else he could do.
“Come here, sweetheart. You’re killing me, I need to taste you.”
Without hesitating at his size, she walked over and touched his chest, sliding her hand downward to his throbbing dick without urging. He tipped his head back at how well she handled him, but quickly straightened to reach down and cup one breast in each hand. She had perfect breasts, large and natural on her slim body, more than a handful, beautifully rounded and with large, pink areoles and darker pink nipples. He could spend years on her breasts.
“Oh, Gods, you’re so big.” She would have said more, maybe even questioned his size and he didn’t want to go there. This was between him and her, not any past pain. So instead of allowing her to talk he took her lips in a hot kiss. She sighed and leaned into him. He felt a shiver of pleasure every inch where their bodies touched. His cock surged heavier and hotter if possible. Before he could embarrass himself by grinding into her until he blew his load, he picked her up again and quickly settled her down on the bed. Two seconds later, he covered her with his body and parted her thighs with his leg. He looked down at her and found her looking at him with a tender, passionate expression. She reached up to cup his face with both hands, her palms warm and soft against him, and her lips curved in a small ghost of a smile.
“I want this.”
How did she do that? He knew she had started barricading her empath gift, so she wasn’t reading him, at least he didn’t think so, so how did she sense his concerns so easily?
“You’re worried, aren’t you?” she asked.
“No, I’m not worried, but I am glad. Very glad, in case you didn’t notice.” He nudged her with his erection and she tipped her head to the side. Her brilliant smile deepened.
“I did notice.”
“First we have to get you ready.” If he could survive this, he knew he could make this good for her. Her smile faded at his words, and she looked a bit worried, so he bent down and kissed her lips, savouring her sweet taste and skimmed a hand down her shoulder to thread their fingers together. “I’m not a patient man, Beauty. I’m dominant, but I’m careful. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have orgasmed more times than you can possibly dream.” Slowly, carefully he began nudging her mound with his dick, sliding the thick head over her pussy lips repeatedly until she grew restless under him. “You want that, don’t you? Me, deep as I can go, driving you into orgasm after orgasm?”
“Stop teasing me.” She lifted her hips, subtly trying to match his pace.
He laughed gently into the soft skin at the top of her breasts. “Sweetheart, I’ve only just begun to tease you. By the time we get going, you’ll never want to stop.” He rubbed his cock along her clit and raised his hips away.
“Torque!”
“That’s it, sweet. Feel me?” He glided along her wet flesh again and she dug her nails into his arms.
“Yes, yes. Torque, I’m ready.”
He nipped her against her slender throat and sucked on her pulse point, grinding a bit harder along her. She moaned and lifted a leg to wrap around his hips. His erection slipped to her core and he had to struggle with himself not to shove forward into her welcome heat.
His arms trembled with the effort, but he slowly brought himself back from the brink far enough to raise his head. She was breathless, nearing her climax so quickly he felt a surge of pride at making her so hot, so quickly.
Now. Now she was ready.
Now if only he could keep it together and not lose control.
The thought sent a whole new wave of lust shooting through his body.
Torque was dominant. That was what he’d said and deep, deep inside her body she’d nearly climaxed at those rough, edgy words. Words were one thing. Torque in action was another animal altogether.
Nothing compared to the feel of him. Hot, firm muscles spread out over her, pressing her down into the softness of the mattress. There wasn’t a chance in the universe she’d ever felt anything like this. Something had changed. Something almost frightening. He paused, driving her mad with anticipation while he simply nudged her with the rigid head of his erection.
“Hold on to me, Beauty. We’re going to go slow.” His voice came out deeper, huskier and the tone sent a delicious shiver through her pussy.
He cupped one hand over one of her ass cheeks, kneading the flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of her. The other big calloused hand he slid over her thigh, making her whimper in anticipation as he pressed her open, readying her for his hot, hard possession. The heavy, solid feel of his erection lay against her entrance, making her want to squirm. The man was lucky she didn’t own spurs to hurry him on.
She lifted her hips trying to move him inside. She ached, painfully ached with arousal and knew, just knew he could end all her suffering.
“Slow, slow. I want you to feel me.”
“I feel you.” She wanted more. Needed more.
He chuckled but it sounded pained. Before she could beg, his muscles tightened all around her and his thighs gave a hard, firm buck. She nearly saw stars as his thick flesh shoved along her body, opening her in a deep, long thrust. He gave a long, low satisfied grunt. She nearly climaxed. It was there, hovering on the brink and he had merely shoved in as deep and tight as possible.
“Beauty? Are you all right, sweet?”
All right? She could feel a climax barrelling
down on her, so close she dug her nails in to keep him still when he would have moved. He laughed again, the sound vibrating down his big erection buried deep in her pussy. When she tightened her inner walls around him he grunted again.
Gods, she loved that sound. Her stomach shivered. Her body grew tight, ready to come already from the maleness of that sound and him filling her.
“Beauty, I want to stay this way for days. Here, but deeper. Let me in, sweet.”
Not quite able to believe he wasn’t as deep as he could get, she didn’t stop him. Then she nearly screamed as he nudged and ground down, parting her sensitive flesh with his thickness until he’d somehow managed to add more of his size to what already felt like heaven inside her.
“Beauty, you’ve brought me such life, such light.” His body tightened against hers and he began a steady thrust and retreat, amazing her with the immediate zip and rush of arousal to places she didn’t know existed.
“Torque, oh, oh Gods. I can’t take more.”
Rising up on his knees, he levelled her hips with his and positioned her legs along his hot chest so he could grip her thighs with one big arm and hold her ankles with his other hand. The look on his handsome face should have scared her, but her body trembled close to tumbling into space just with the lusty look darkening his cheeks.
“Ah, sweet, there’s more. Much, much more.”
She was on fire, hotter than ever, but her body felt exquisite, perfect, incredible, but more? “Torque, I don’t think I can.”
A low chuckle met her plea. His hips slapped her flesh and he drove in deep, while his intense eyes watched her, his jaw tight and hard, sweat dripping from him as he waited for something. She gasped at the feel of him and that must have been enough. He sucked on the side of her calf and started a pounding rhythm that made her dig her nails into the bedding. He slid his hand down her legs to press his thumb against her clit and eased forward, to add force to each slam of his hips. The sensations were so raw she couldn’t catch her breath. A graze of his teeth along her ankles shocked her with a burst of pleasure along every thick inch of his heavy erection.
“Watch me, Beauty. Watch where I fill you.”
Suddenly he reached down and cupped her neck up so she could see each time his big cock spread her pink flesh.
“Oh Gods. Oh Gods. Oh—” The climax was close, huge and so good she barely had enough sense left to breathe.
“Take it, take it, give it to me, come for me.” His litany, so harsh and primitive in her ear, did it. The direct connection between them, the dark orders and his muscled tight body working her like a dream simply overcame her. The feel of every inch of him filling her deeper and deeper, spreading her to fit him, devastated and exposed her until with a scream she climaxed. She was so overwhelmed she could only shudder and grip his hips, trying to hold herself from breaking into a million pieces as he took her pleasure to a steep, high incline and seemed to shove her off to free fall in hard spirals of ecstasy.
His low grunts and groans filled the air. The slapping sounds of their lovemaking grounded her to the world and made it so real she couldn’t escape how good he felt. Not that she wanted to. She wanted to savour it, him, them. His sweaty body slid along hers with each forceful, perfect shove and grind, making her pleasure stay suspended, spiralling and tossing her into oblivion.
He shuddered above her. She felt his frantic thrusts still, and desperately he pulled her bottom up and shoved in hard with a grunt and low groan. “So good. Never, thought to feel this, so beautiful.” His voice had turned hot with need and his eyes blazed. With each word, he began to thrust harder, faster, more out of control with each lunge. “Fuck, yes, yes.”
His handsome face contracted in pleasure. As soon as he sucked in a harsh breath, his hips drew back and he slammed into her with such force he shoved her up the bed and the headboard crashed into the wall. His erection swelled, feeling like a bar of thick hot steel-covered flesh spearing through her oversensitive body. She gasped for air as sensations built up again and with a silent cry, she felt him hit a spot that knocked her into another spiral of pleasure. Repeatedly he drove in, each time sending her rushing towards climax. When she couldn’t take it, couldn’t survive the pleasure any longer, she cried out his name. The strangled sound was so full of pleasure sparks flew down her body from her own rising orgasm.
“I need more, Beauty.”
Gods, he was so hot. “Yes! Harder. Oh please, harder, yes, just like that!”
She felt it. His leash broke and before she could gather the strength to take back the words, surely she wanted to, he began fucking her in earnest. The wet slaps drove her crazy. The firm, heavy glides hit new nerve endings each time, opening her up to sensations that could not be happening, but were. She began falling, trembling deep inside where he continued to impale her. She clawed him, screamed his name, and began to implode.
“Yeah, yeah, take it, sweetheart.”
“Don’t stop.”
Her words seemed to throw gas on his fire. With a deep growl he tossed on her hands and knees, face pressed in the bed with his mouth close to her ear, as he crouched behind her, driving his erection deeper than ever.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
“Beauty,” he whispered then pulled away, using his hips and gripping her waist to slam their bodies together. Within two lunges she climaxed. He bent down, locked her in his arms and kept up the hard, forceful lunges. The pleasure doubled. Unbelievably she felt herself spinning higher, locked in his embrace, unable to escape his control.
Suddenly, behind her, Torque sucked in a tortured breath. He gave a low tortured groan and she felt hot spurts of his seed fill her sensitive core, creating a microburst of tingling shivers down her spine.
“Beauty.” His big body fell on hers, his head on the pillow, face pressed to hers, a deep sound of pleasure ragged and breathless whispered against her ear. His hips began bucking uncontrollably between her opened thighs, pounding already tender flesh into another climax along with him. He jerked up as if she’d shocked him and through her own pleasure, she watched his mouth open on a low moan of ecstasy. “Goddess, that’s it, so fuckin’ perfect.”
He was perfect. So hot and huge inside and all around her. She could die this way and never regret a second of her life. He was hers. All of him. Panic hit a bit too near the surface. Tossed into such pleasure her emotions rioted, she wrapped her arms around his and held him tightly as she could. Her heart hurt from how full it felt. For some reason, now more than ever, she felt frightened.
Pressed down by his weight, she soaked up his endearments, his voice broken and anguished in his ecstasy. His beautiful body tensed and relaxed in waves that made her climax linger in small spasms of pleasure from his constant release until she was clutching him too tightly. It couldn’t be helped. He swamped her senses. Overwhelmed her with pleasure.
When he at last sank down, more next to her, than on top of her, he murmured soft words against her skin while he caressed gentle hands over her back, slowly drifted into sleep. This man, this sexy, larger-than-life man had finally made love to her. Why did she suddenly feel more frightened than ever? He’d made love to her so tenderly, so gently at first, and then with such abandon, it had to mean something.
Why did she still feel something was off?
She blinked past the tears and held on tighter, curling up into his bigger, stronger body for comfort. Only time would tell.
Chapter Six
Beauty gazed out of the windows of the library and struggled not to cry. The facts were quite clear.
Torque had left.
She’d not seen him since the night he’d got up after making love to her and with some murmured excuse that he had a meeting, he’d gone. He’d taken her to heights of passion that left her floating for hours afterward in a sort of blissful pillow of deliciously sore wonder, then left like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Had she let him take more than she should have allowed? Had he been after the l
ay and now that the rush of sex was over, he was on to newer, better things?
The chase was always better.
How did she know silly shit like that but not her name?
Was Torque one of those guys? Had he completely fooled her?
She glanced at her phone again, hating doing it, but checking it all the same. He’d not called, only texted her a few times to say something about running flat-out busy, but for her not to leave the hunting lodge.
Leaving the lodge was looking better and better.
Three days. Three nights.
He’d made love to her so thoroughly she still found small marks of his possession on her skin. A blush of colour from his hot mouth, a small bruise from his powerful hands holding her under him. All of it magical.
Except him being gone.
Obviously, she’d pushed too far and now he regretted it…but he’d not seemed to during all that hot, intense sex. He’d seemed out of his mind with lust, but still so tender and careful with her. His size was intimidating, lovely and mouth-watering, but still…
The size of his cock was a mystery. The way he shied away from talking about it seemed to suggest the long, thick length wasn’t his by choice.
But if his body wasn’t that way naturally than how? A spell? Possibly. But he was a warlock with more an enormous amount of power at his fingertips. So why not fix it?
She turned from the window and closed the book she’d been reading on the customs of the Fay. She needed to do something. She felt caged in. Anxious.
Leave. Never.
Yeah, leaving seemed the best thing. Humiliation tightened her stomach. She just felt so powerless. And rejected, and oh, let’s not forget disgustingly wretched.
Her gut rolled, the feeling making her sick. She needed fresh air. A run might be good.
A run would solve all my problems.
Have I always been this pathetic?
Seizing on the idea of a run, she got ready and hit the freezing cold air outside, feeling better instantly. The snowfall from their night, and yeah, that was sappy, but true, that night would always be their night, hadn’t remained. The ground was concrete hard under her feet, though. She worked up to a good pace, her breathing steady. Had she run before? Her body seemed to flow, the urge to pace herself forgotten as the fresh air, sunshine and wonderful feeling of her own power surrounded her.
