Torn (32 page)

“But she’s your pride and joy,
what if we scratch or dent her?”

“Then I’ll fix her up again.”

“But you don’t even–” He hushed
me with two fingers on my lips as he leaned in to rest his forehead on mine.

“I love this car, Sky. Other than
Ma and Josh, she’s been the most important thing in my life. Until now. Until
you. I wanted to prove to you how much I love you, by showing you that I don’t
even care if my car gets damaged. You’re what I care about, and this was the
only way I could think of to prove it to you.”

“How much you …
love me?”
I whispered, not sure I’d heard him right. I held my breath, my heart racing
like horses around the track, desperate to win, as I waited to hear it again.

“I
love
you, Sky Torres,”
he repeated, and my heart damn near exploded. I felt uncharacteristic tears
prickle my eyes as my fireflies came out in full force, taking away the chill
of the night air as my whole body sparkled from head to toe with indescribable
happiness.

“
Nate
,” I exclaimed as I
flung my arms around his neck.

“It’s not too soon? I’ve been so
worried about saying it in case I scared you off, but … it’s killing me not to
tell you how I feel.” I smiled against his lips, feeling the heat of his breath
on mine, barely a hairs breadth between them.

“It’s perfect timing, because I
wanted to say the same to you, too.”

“So say it. I need to hear it,
Sky, I need to know I’m not in this alone,” he demanded, his fingers digging
into my waist as his breathing picked up speed.

“Nate Hudson, I love you too.” I
gasped as he crashed his mouth down onto mine, sparks flying as he kissed me
with an intensity he hadn’t to date, and for Nate, that was saying something.
One of his hands moved into my hair, fisting it tightly as he worked me up into
a frenzy, until my hands were unbuttoning his vest, desperate to touch him, to
feel him.

“Stop,” he panted as he broke
away. “Take your shoes off, then get up on the roof. I can’t wait any longer, I
need to taste you, for real. Licking you off my fingers isn’t enough anymore.”

I gulped and nodded, and as I
bent my knees to undo the laces on my boots, I noticed he’d put a blanket on
the hood. I was finding it hard to breathe, the thought of his tongue down
there was heady. I could hear him breathing just as hard as he started to strip
off his jacket, vest, and shirt.

“Oh my God, where are we? Are we
going to get in trouble if we’re caught?” I gasped as I removed the one boot,
then the other, and finally looked up to take in our surroundings.

“Bootleg Canyon, up past the
trailhead on the Red Mountain lot,” he advised, as he twisted his torso to dump
his garments through his open car window. There were scorpions and rattlesnakes
up in these hills, you couldn’t be too careful. “Yes, if we get caught we’d
likely be arrested, but it’s not a quiet place to drive to. We’d have time to
quickly get dressed.”

“It’s beautiful,” I confirmed,
too eager to continue to care. We had the most amazing nighttime view of Vegas
and Boulder City down below us, glistening in the dark, the sky’s only lighting
a large pale moon. And there was an old-fashioned telescope that you could put
a dime into to zoom in on the view. I handed Nate my boots, then hitched myself
up onto his roof. I decided to be brave, to surprise him as he dumped my boots
inside the car. I quickly shimmied my dress down to my waist and hitched up one
butt cheek, then the other, to slide it down my legs. When he turned around and
I was sitting there, my bare tiptoes on the hood and my heels on his
windscreen, in nothing but my necklace and hot pink underwear, dangling my
dress from my right hand, he looked on the verge of passing out.

“You really are trying to kill me,”
he grunted as he crawled up the hood, wearing just his jeans and shoes. He
grabbed my knees and forced them apart, easing himself between them as he
clutched my hips and buried his face in my breasts. I exhaled heavily, pushing
my shoulders back, thrusting my chest forward as he started to kiss and bite. I
was soon trembling, not even noticing the cold, just from his attentions and
where I knew this was going. I clutched at his hair, tugging it as he kissed
his way down my stomach, tonguing my navel, then lowered himself to all fours
on the hood and leaned in, slowly running his nose over the thin strip of lace
material covering my pussy. He groaned as I let out a long moan, my muscles
pulsing, releasing more arousal as my clit throbbed. “God, I could drown in
you, baby. Your smell, it makes me so hard.”

“Touch me,” I begged, my fingers
clutching the metal rim of his windscreen as I spread my legs even wider. He
grinned up at me, his eyes hooded and dark, and lifting one of my feet, kissed
the inside of my ankle. Then slowly, far too slowly, he worked his way up my
calf, licking the inside of my knee, making me whimper as the nerves registered
the pleasurable sensation, turning me on even more. By the time he’d made it up
to my thigh, holding my gaze all the way, I was pleading with him to put me out
of my misery. My toes curled as he used a thumb to pull back the damp material,
exposing me, the chill of the air making me clench. I could feel liquid
bubbling from me and thought I’d feel embarrassed, but right now, all I cared
about was the intense look of desire on Nate’s face.

“Jesus,” he muttered, using the
fingers of his other hand to part my lips, fully exposing me. “Even prettier
than I imagined. Hot pink, just like your panties.”

“Now I know … why you like pink,”
I panted as I writhed on his roof, desperate for his touch.

“Why I love this pink,” he said
quietly as he hooked two fingers and slid them inside me. I cried his name
loudly as my muscles tried to grip them tightly, while he pushed them in and
out in a come-hither motion that I’d come to crave over the last few weeks.

“Tongue, your tongue,
please
.”

“You’ll get it, baby. I just want
you extra wet first so I can guzzle you down.”

“I
am
extra wet,” I cried,
on the verge of pulling a toddler tantrum I was so desperate. “Make me come and
I’ll get even wetter.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

I almost sobbed with relief as he
finally moved in, the sight of the moonlight reflecting off that sparkling
silver ball in the middle of his tongue making me tighten around his fingers. I
was already on the verge of coming, it didn’t take long when Nate’s skilled
hands were working on me, but however good I’d imagined the first flick of his
tongue on my clit would feel, I’d severely underestimated it. It was like red-hot
lightning, sending a bolt deep inside me, making my thighs tremble as pins and
needles scurried to my extremities and made me lightheaded. I gripped his hair
with one hand and palmed the flat roof behind me with the other as I pushed my
hips forward until my bottom was just resting on the metal. He groaned as he
made another sweep, this time letting the silver piercing connect, the extremes
in texture sending another shockwave through me.

“Oh yes, yes. Oh Nate, please … more,
more,” I moaned, flinging my head back and closing my eyes. When he started to
suck my clit, I began to pant, lifting one foot off the hood and hooking my
knee around the back of his head, feeling like I’d die if he stopped. My cries
and his grunts of pleasure were loud punctures in the quiet sky, along with the
noise of his fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal adding to the
symphony of sound.

“Sky, you’re gushing, baby. No
one’s ever been so wet for me,” he exclaimed. “Look at me, look into my eyes. I
want to fuck you with my tongue, I want to watch you as you come.”

It took all of my effort to do as
I was asked. I’d felt intoxicated when he’d made me come before, but this was a
high on a whole other level. My entire body felt alive, totally aware of the
pleasure happening at my core, as if it were experiencing that touch all over.

“Nate, Nate, Nate!” I screamed
his name as his fingers were replaced with his tongue, his eyes looking up from
between my thighs, almost black and supernatural in appearance, he was so
fueled by lust for me. I was overcome with sensation, again. The sight of him
peering up over my stomach, the feel of him inside me, varying the speed and
force, occasionally completing a figure eight to sweep around my clit, had my
nerve ends sizzling with each movement. Goosebumps had risen on the surface of
my skin, but I was sure it was from the impending orgasm that was threatening
to drown me rather than the cold. And then there was the scent. The air was
heavy with an impending storm, filled with dampness and the earthy smell of the
red dirt we were surrounded with, combined with me. I could smell the musky
scent of sex rising up from me as I started to grind shamelessly against his
face.

“Fuck, you look so damn hot up
there, Sky,” he rasped, returning his fingers to my heated channel, easing three
of them inside me, one more than ever before, stretching me, filling me, making
me flush with desire to feel his cock inside me and soon.

When he started sucking my
pulsating clit again, I shattered violently. I nearly ripped a clump out of
Nate’s hair as I fell backward onto his roof and arched up, my thighs tightening
and capturing his head between them as I came hard and fast, coating his mouth
with the evidence of just how much he turned me on. I lay there trembling, my
eyelashes fluttering as I moaned, and moments later, Nate was lying next to me
flat on his back, maneuvering me up onto his chest. He clasped his arms around
my back as he peppered my face in kisses, trying to soothe and calm me as small
aftershocks ravaged my body. When my breathing had regulated somewhat, he
kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue and swollen lips.

“Ok?” he whispered.

“No,” I replied. “How can I ever
be ok after that? I’ll want your face down there all the time now.”

He burst out laughing and rolled
me onto my back, kneeing my legs apart as he settled between them, then
clasping my face as he started to lay a trail of kisses from one side of my
lips to the other. I moaned and flexed my hips. He was hard, I could feel his
erection against my swollen and slick pussy. He gently thrust against me,
putting more pressure against the ache I still had.

“I want you inside me, Ace.”

“Sky,” he groaned, quickly
closing his eyes for a moment. “We can’t, I didn’t come prepared.”

“You can pull out, can’t you?” I
gave him my best pleading look, which normally had him agreeing to whatever I
asked. I was primed. I was ready. We loved each other and I wanted to express
that love in the most intimate way possible.

“No.” He smiled sadly as he shook
his head, obviously fighting the desire that was tattooed on his face, almost
making my heart break. “The first time we have sex, I want to come inside you.
And not on the roof of my car, or in it. You deserve better.”

“I deserve you. I want you, Nate.
If we can’t have sex, please let me taste you too.”

“You really want to blow me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, nodding my
head vigorously.

“You know that you suck, not
blow, right?” he inquired seriously. “I don’t want my cock to end up so
inflated it explodes, before it’s had a chance to fill your pretty little pussy.”

“I’m a virgin, I’m not completely
naïve,” I giggled. “As a matter of fact, Liam and I have had a very lengthy
blow job lesson via FaceTime and the wonders of free internet porn.”

“Jesus Christ! What happened to
my sweet and innocent girlfriend?” he laughed.

“I want to please you, but I’m
not totally selfless. I’m as desperate to try you as you were me.”

“I knew there was a reason I fell
in love with you, Sky Torres,” he beamed, my heart skipping a few beats to hear
him say it again.

“I might be crap, will you tell
me if I am?”

“There’s no such thing as a bad
blow job, Sky. Any man is happy just to have a woman’s lips around his cock,
but I’ll tell you what I love while you’re down there to help you improve, if
that’s what you want?”

I nodded and kissed him, then
ignored my needy pussy screaming at me to make him dry hump me to another
climax and ordered him to get up and sit on the roof, like I had. He scrambled
up in seconds, like an eager puppy, as I slid down onto my knees on his hood. I
reached up with fingers trembling from excitement to undo his buttons, peel
back the denim, and tug his jeans and boxers to sit under his ass cheeks,
before pulling them down at the front as well, his heavy cock springing free,
already glistening with pre-come. He sat down on the edge of the roof, breathing
heavily as he leaned back on both palms watching me. I reached up and raked my
hair into one fist and knotted it into a ponytail, remembering Liam’s tips, then
reached down and slowly swept my fingers into one lace cup of my bra at a time,
pushing the material down under my breasts, my nipples peaking in the cold, my
necklace hanging down between them.

“Sky?” Nate questioned, his eyes
on stalks as if he was seeing a mirage.

“A lady on the streets, a freak
in the sheets,” I told him as I sucked my thumb to make sure it was damp, and
then reached out to grip the head of his cock, sweeping it through his
stickiness, then lifting it back to my mouth to suck. I’d given him plenty of
hand jobs over the last few weeks, I’d even let him come all over my breasts,
but I’d yet to taste him. I braced myself, not wanting him to see if I was
grossed out, but instead I was surprised. He was so earthy tasting, it was
actually not unpleasant. “Hmmm, you taste so good,” I murmured softly.