Torn (27 page)

“It does?”

“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed, as my
fingers tried desperately to undo the buttons on her jeans. I wondered why I
was uncharacteristically having so much trouble, until I realized my fingers
were trembling at the thought of finally touching her there.

“So hurry up and touch me then,
I’m
desperate
,” she ordered, her confidence returning. I laughed and
shifted my weight, sitting up to straddle her upper thighs. I just couldn’t
seem to get the damn buttons undone.

“Fuck, baby,” I uttered as I took
in the sight of her lying there, her long hair splayed out on the dark bed, her
sweater up under her chin, both swollen tits exposed to the elements, and her
toned stomach rising and falling with each breath she took.

My fingers got a new lease on
life as I drank her in, then made short work of popping each button and peeling
back the denim to reveal a hint of hot pink material covering her core. Jesus,
she knew hot pink was one of my hot buttons. Hell, who was I kidding? Sky
Torres was a hot button all on her own. I leaned forward, supporting my weight
on one palm, holding her desire-fueled and nervous gaze as I reached down with
my other hand and slowly slid down her warm stomach, squeezing under the
elastic edging of her panties. My cock was quivering with need. I had a feeling
I might come just from watching her climax, I was that desperate. I groaned at
the satin texture of her virginal skin, the soft silky curls of her pubes, then
growled as I moved lower, feeling how swollen her lips were and getting hit
with the unmistakable scent of her arousal. Sweet and so damn intoxicating.

“
Nate
.” That one word, in
that needy tone, gripped my heart and squeezed it tightly. I loved her nickname
“Ace” for me, but to hear her use my name that way, right now, was even better.

“It’s ok, baby. You know how good
it feels when you play with yourself? This is going to feel even better. Spread
your legs wider for me,” I ordered, beyond excited.
Had touching girls
before ever gotten me this aroused?
She did as she was told, forcing a
surge of pre-come from my cock as she reached up to grip her own tits, pushing
them together as she tugged at her nipples. “You trying to make me come undone,
baby?” I rasped.

“Hoping you’ll make me,” she
giggled. I squeezed my hand in lower, the tightness of her jeans not making it
easy, but I managed to push my way through her engorged lips with my middle
finger, sliding through her soaking wet heat to circle her clenching core. “Oh,
Nate!”

“You’re so wet,” I purred. What I
wouldn’t give to strip her naked right now and throw her legs over my shoulders
as I buried my face between her thighs and drank all of that nectar.

“It’s all you. You do this to me.
Make me come, Ace, please make me come,” she pleaded, her fingers working
faster on her nipples.

“Keep your eyes on mine, I want
to see it happen,” I ordered as I inched upwards, gathering a pool of arousal
to lubricate my finger as I went in search of her clit. She gasped the minute I
hit it, her eyes going wide as her jaw dropped. Jesus, she was responsive. I
thanked God for my years of finger banging practice. Not that she’d be any the
wiser as to my skill level, since I was the first guy to touch her, but I
wanted to please her, for her to crave my fingers instead of her own. I didn’t
want her to get off on anything but me for the rest of her life. I rubbed and
circled, her hips following my rhythm, as my heart pounded so loudly I was sure
anyone at street level would hear it.

“Yes,” she moaned, “yes, yes,
yes
!”

“Eyes,” I barked, as hers started
to roll and close. They fluttered, flashes of black and chocolate between the
delicate white skin of her eyelids, as she battled to keep them open and her
body stiffened. “Come for me, baby, come for me, Sky.”

Her head started thrashing as her
heels scrabbled for support, her body writhing, her mouth quivering, her
fingers digging into the black cushioned bed below her.  She screamed my name
as her lower body arched up, the noise piercing the quiet of the night. I held
her gaze as she collapsed back down, spasms wracking her body, her eyes totally
drugged from her high.

“Nate,” she whimpered, trying to
regulate her breathing. I winked at her, full of pride to see her such a
boneless mess, and pulled my hand out of her panties and jeans. My finger was
soaked, glistening with her come, and I kept my eyes locked on hers as I lifted
it to my mouth and slowly licked it.

“Fuck,” I hissed. She tasted even
better than I’d imagined, and I wasted no time sucking on my finger, removing
every last drop of her as she watched wide-eyed. “What?” I smirked as I pulled
it out with a loud pop.

“Enjoy that?” She arched a brow
as I chuckled and nodded.

“Ben & Jerry’s needs to
invent a new flavor called Sky,” I grinned.

“Ace!” She shook her head with a cute
little giggle.

“Maybe not. If they did, I’d be
eating it all the time. I’d get fat and you wouldn’t want me anymore.” I
dropped my hand to the bed, crouching on all fours over her as I kissed her.

“I’d always want you, Ace.
Always
,”
she replied, the sincerity in her voice and eyes warming my heart and making my
cock twitch with the reminder that it wasn’t sated yet. “That was … wow!”

“And now I need a few minutes to
relieve some of my tension, then I’d better get you home for dinner.”

“You’re still hard?” She seemed
surprised when I nodded, and before I knew what was happening, a gasp left my
mouth as she reached down to feel me through my jeans.

“Fuck, Sky. What are you doing?”

“You got me off, it’s only fair I
get you off,” she whispered against my lips as she rubbed her hand up and down
my denim-clad shaft.

“
Jesus
,” I groaned,
shuddering at the contact. She could have been on her knees with me fucking her
throat right now for the sensations bombarding my brain. Our mouths mashed
together in a fiery kiss that sent a white-hot surge through my body as she
continued to rub, stimulating me and making me thrust my hips into her touch. “Oh
shit, oh … shit, noooo,” I moaned.

My eyes rolled into the back of
my head as I tipped it back and panted, trying to stop myself I wasn’t even
having a hand job, flesh on flesh, it was just a bit of rubbing and I was gonna
… I was gonna … fuck! I shouted her name as I felt the heat shooting up my
shaft, my cock jerking as I sprayed the inside of my boxers with a ridiculous
amount of come. I collapsed on her and rolled, dragging her on top of me as I clasped
the back of her head and kissed her furiously, finally slowing down and pulling
back to take some deep gulps of air.

“Did you just …” She had an
incredulous look on her face when I found the courage to open my eyes. I
grimaced and nodded.

“It’s been a long time since
anyone else has touched me and … it’s you,” I offered with a shrug. “You must
think I’m pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No,” she smiled, reaching up to
smooth my hair back with both hands. “I love that you needed to release so
fast. It tells me that you want me as much as I want you.” She pecked my lips
and I returned the kiss with a peck of my own.

“I promise when we actually have
sex, I won’t come so fast.”

“When? That’s a little
presumptuous of you, don’t you think? Now that I know what it’s like to have
someone finger me, maybe I want to try out a few more guys before settling for
one.”

“No, you fucking don’t,” I
growled, flipping her onto her back and glaring down at her. She giggled and
shook her head.

“No, I don’t,” she agreed with a
loving smile that appeased me immediately. “Are you always so … big?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I nodded. “Bigger
since he set his … eye on you.”

“I want to touch you for real,
but I don’t know how.” Her honesty completely disarmed me every time. I loved
that she wasn’t afraid to admit her inexperience. I kissed the tip of her nose,
the thought of her small hand on my rigid flesh making it signal its interest
already.

“Well, since you just made me
come in my boxers, I need to go and take a quick shower and discard them before
I drive you home. How about you come down with me and I’ll show you how?”

“You want me to watch you stroke
yourself in the shower?” Her pupils dilated and the tip of her tongue darted
out to dampen her lower lip, before her top teeth dragged over it.

“Yeah, why not? And if you’re
really, really good, next time I might let you touch it, too.” I winked again
and she burst out laughing.

“You sound like a creepy pervert
trying to tempt a young child, but my answer is, yes please.”

“Then what the fuck are we
waiting for?” I laughed. I kissed her again, then sat back on my heels and had
one last squeeze of her tits, pushing them together, admiring my handy work on
the right one that was already purple. I bent down and quickly sucked each one
before hauling her sweater down to cover them up. I leapt off the bed in a
flash and offered her my hand, then turned off the patio heater and dragged her
quickly toward the door. I was already getting a semi at the thought of it.

Sky

I felt giddy as Nate hurried me
down the stairs. I was finding it hard to keep up with him and I still hadn’t
come down from the high of my first orgasm by his fingers. Or finger. Singular.
I couldn’t imagine how much better it could get if I was fully naked and he had
more room to maneuver. Or what it might feel like to have his tongue down
there. Feeling that cool metal on my nipples had me unraveling fast, I could
only imagine how much better it would feel on my clit. Hot tongue, cold metal,
Nate, and orgasm, all in one? Part of me was so desperate to have sex, but the
other part of me still wanted to hold out, wanted it to be special. Nate led me
through the garage workshop to the room in the corner, next to JT’s office. It housed
some battered metal lockers, a pair of urinals, a solitary toilet and sink, and
a simple open shower in the corner. I’d never been in a men’s bathroom before,
I was surprised at how clean and fresh it smelled. It didn’t seem in keeping
with somewhere a bunch of garage mechanics would use.

We stayed silent, anticipation
hanging heavy in the air, as Nate opened his locker and put his lime body wash
on the window ledge by the shower. I’d already seen his upper body naked twice,
that very first day I’d met him, but not since. I wanted to see if my memories
served him justice. He toed off his boots, then pulled off his socks and
straightened up as he shrugged his jacket off. I felt my nipples harden again
at the sight of him in that tight gray shirt clinging to his torso, showing off
the rounded edges of his pecs. He did that cocky smile he always did when he
caught me watching him, then reached down and grabbed the bottom of his top as
I started to breathe a little faster. I swore he took his time peeling it up
and off himself, not that I was complaining. It meant I got more time to ogle
his body without him noticing. I heard a muffled sigh leave my lips as I got to
drink him in again. He was beautiful, perfectly toned and tanned. Those abs and
pecs were sculpted perfection, but … oh God, that dip over his hip bones and
now those biceps with those tattoos. No, the nipple piercing. I’d almost
forgotten the nipple piercing.

“Sky,” he chuckled, making me
blink out of my daze in time to see him toss his shirt into the locker. He did
that
smile, the one where his solitary dimple came out, and suddenly the shy
virginal girl most people knew was gone. I was a bitch in heat. I marched over
to him, put my palms on his chest, and slammed him back against the lockers as
I tiptoed up to kiss him passionately. His arms immediately wrapped around me,
his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

“You’re gorgeous, Ace,” I said breathlessly
as I tore myself off his lips. “Let me touch your body.”

He loosened his hold, but kept
his fingers locked around my waist as I leaned back and ran my palms up his
chest, in awe that I was seriously dating this guy. I mimicked him earlier and
let my index finger circle his untainted nipple, watching in amazement as it
reacted just like mine did, peaking and hardening. As I played with it, my eyes
flitted over to the other and that bar. I could hear his breathing alter, feel
him shift against me, probably feeling as heated as I was right now. I kissed
his throat, then slowly made my way along his collarbone. His skin tasted like
he smelled, sexual and raw and so,
so
appealing. My clit was starting to
throb with need again. One orgasm when I masturbated usually satisfied me, but
tonight I felt starved of pleasure, even though I’d already had so much. He
groaned and I felt his cock hardening against my belly, which made my core
clench, my panties getting even damper than he’d made them earlier. I kissed my
way down his chest and ran the tip of my nose over his nub, then side to side
over the shiny silver.