Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) (16 page)

“
Beg me for it.” The words leave my lips in a husky growl, and her body shudders at the sound.

Her green eyes are dark and pleading, fearful even.
“I can’t.”

“
Of course you can lover, all you have to do is tell me what things are going on in that head of yours. What you want me to do you. And trust me I opened that book. I know exactly how obscene that mind of yours can be.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times and I slowly trace my tongue along her jawline.
“I want… I want you to… put it in me.” Her breath is coming out in ragged little pants.

“
Put what in you lover? My fingers?” I slowly trace my fingers against the lips of her pussy, letting them slide through the soaked folds, before pressing on finger in all the way to my knuckle. I’m careful to drag my finger against her core, letting my palm rub against her clit.

With a groan she starts shaking her head back and forth, and even when I see the liquid tears in her eyes maybe it
’s mean of me but I don’t stop.  I rub more carefully keeping it from being fully satisfying.

“…
-ck…” the words are a slight mumble on her lips. Her eyes are closed now and her body is just shivering underneath me. I don’t relent. I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say she wants me just as badly as I want her. She doesn’t hold out much longer, and this time the words are loud and clear. “I want you to fuck me with you cock! Are you happy now you fucking asshole?”

I pull my hands out slowly and wait for her eyes to open. I think I
’ve reached it. The point at which if I push just a step further it would be too far. Although I don’t know why expressing her desires is what brings her here. I don’t like it. I want her to
want
to own me, the same way I want to own her. I want her to feel confident enough to express what she wants from me.

I put it out of my mind as her eyes slowly tremble before opening. Those emerald greens filled with liquid tears. With a soft praising smile, I slip my pussy coated fingers past my lips and slowly lick every last drop of her juices off of them. Her eyes watch me closely following the track of my tongue on my fingers.
“That makes me… very happy.” I reply the smile tugging my lips further.

I press my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue past the silken barrier of her lips. And I know she can taste it. I know she can taste herself on me. I let her. I devour her mouth and when we are both moaning and panting again, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a condom.

Shredding the wrapper, I slide it over my dick letting her watch me all the while. Her eyes hungrily lap the sight up. Her skin flushed pink in the soft light. I press myself in between her folds, letting the length of me run along the outside. Coating myself in her juices. When I shift my hips, it positions the swollen head of my dick against her entrance, and I lock my blue eyes with her green ones as I slowly tease my way in. Inch. By. Inch.

Her hips buck on their own, drawing me in just a little bit further with every movement. One look at Henley tells me I know she is going to get exasperated with me soon, so with a quick kiss, I shove myself all the way in.

Her body bows up off the bed. A ragged moan escaping her lips as her hands clutch at my body. I have to brace myself above her hoping like hell she doesn’t move around to much. It’s taking everything I have not to lose control on top of her. When I’ve finally pulled my dick off the ledge, I start a slow rhythm making sure to rub against her bringing her closer to the edge with me.

She meets me thrust for thrust, with every press of our bodies she shivers harder under my touch. Her green eyes are wide staring at me like she is helpless to control herself. We both are. With each thrust I feel like I
’m trying to force her soul to yield to mine. Until there is only one perfectly meshed soul between the two of us. As though I can fuck her into staying mine.

“
Connor,” her words are soft as a whisper, but I hear them. I hear them above the panted breaths. Above the melding flesh. I hear her. And when she comes her body clenches tight around mine milking me, begging me to go with her. So I do. And as my orgasm claims me, I have to clamp my lips shut to keep me from saying something stupid. Like telling her how much I lover her. How much I want her. How much I am already hers.

I know it is only minutes, but it feels like hours before I wind down. Before my body comes back to me. Hours in which I clutch to Henley, and she clutches me right back. We are adrift with only each other to hang on to. These might very well be the best post orgasmic moments of my life.

I lean up just far enough as I pull out of her that I can grab the condom and tear it off. Tossing it into the trashcan next to the bed I know I should get up. We are both sweaty, and slicked in sex. But I cant be bothered by it. And by the way Henley is continuing to lay unmoving beneath me I don’t think she is too bothered by it either. So I just flop back down, careful not to crush her and stay snuggled in her arms.

I know it was
… almost politely suggested to me to tell Henley about the benefit parties with Adalin, but I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to risk ruining this. I’ll have to figure out something else. Because I can’t bring it up. Not now. Not when our bodies are languidly entwined. Not when I can swear that our hearts are beating in time. Not when we are still in such a sweet silence.

“
Connor,” her voice is in my ear ash she drapes her body against me.

“
I’m not crushing you am I?” I hope I’m not cause I’m not moving.

“
Uh no that’s not… what I mean to say is because of the contract I thought maybe I should-”

“
Henley… I was drunk… it was really stupid of me to write it. You just… you’re mine okay?” for as long as I can hold on to you.

“
Yeah… I know that’s why I thought maybe you’d want to know that tonight… tomorrow? Today…” her head is scanning around, and not finding what she’s looking for she flops her head back against the pillows with a sigh. “I guess it’s Saturday now? The hell if I know but what I was saying is I have plans.”

I arch open one of my blue eyes to watch her intently. She kind of squirms, which I take as a bad sign.
“Do these plans involve a guy? Let me clarify… do they involve someone other than me.”

“
Well no… I don’t think…” she frowns, thinking about what she’s about to say. It’s a cute thing when she is thinking so hard. “I’m going to a… sex club?”

“
What?” I choke the words out, as I pull back up onto my forearms and watch her carefully. I can immediately see the retreat of her comfortable confidence as she takes in my reaction. “Did you really just say that? After we just… is that not enough for you?”

“
Really,” she replies with a groan. “Don’t act like that. It’s got nothing to do with you… well I mean besides being your fault but-”

“
My fault?” I stutter out incredulously. “Did I drive you to seek sexual pleasure by fucking you?”

“
That’s not what I meant.”

“
Then by all means
explain
it.” I can feel myself glaring balefully at her as I sit up. My earlier euphoria is long gone.

Her eyes are wide as she stares down at her arms stroking the lace covered skin.
“I… listen… before you?  I never… came… or anything. It wasn’t… pleasant. To fuck I mean.”

I watch her closely, knowing this is as close as she has ever come to telling me the darker secrets she hides. This is more than
‘I don’t like men’ this is something darker.

“
Nora suggested writing it out… sex. It was therapy for me. It just happened to turn into a career. One I like. I make my own hours and all that… but since you… it’s like… everything is dead. Unless I’m thinking about what you do to me. Unless I’m feeling the way you touch me… the writing… it’s dead. So I just… was going for a new perspective you know? To observe… or something. Not participate…”

I sit silently watching her, taking it in. She is watching me carefully, and there is a worried crease at her brow. She is worried I
’ll be upset… as she should be. There is really only one thing for it.

“
I’ll go with you.”

“
I don’t want to bother you with… I mean…”

“
I am
not
letting you go alone. Do you know what happens in sex clubs?”

“
Sex?” She asks tentatively, her more snarky exterior has been wiped away.

“
Imagine for me… a club… where men slip roofies into your drinks and they don’t have to carry you  more than ten feet to fuck you. And I don’t just mean fuck you. I mean
fuck
you. There are even different rooms you know, depending on you’re preferences.”

“
You sound like you’ve been before.”

Her eyes are skeptical watching me carefully, and I have been. I
’ll have to be honest about that. And it’s not as bad a picture as I painted it. I just don’t want men ogling her. Looking at her. Thinking they can touch her. “I’ve been. It’s been a while, but yes I’ve been.”

I take her in my arm
’s, letting her legs straddle my hips. The close contact to her center brings me to half mast as my blood begins to slowly boil.

“
That sounds rather hypocritical of you.”

“
You’ll go with me. We will find you a new perspective, without anyone but me touching you.” We can both hear the jealousy in my voice. Shit a deaf person couldn’t miss it. But I don’t bother trying to hide it.

“
You are something else,” she says with a laugh shaking her head. “What sort of naughty perverse things do you have in mind?”

“
Well perhaps we might start the night off by watching some people fuck through the two way mirror. For a new perspective.”

Chapter 15

“
That’s no good. It just won’t do.”

“
What am I supposed to do about it?” Henley’s voice is just slightly panicked. “I just can’t… it just won’t fit.”

With a sigh, I stand up and take in the garment in question. It really won
’t fit. So I take it and toss it in the scrap pile. Finding something besides a snowsuit that I’ll let Henley wear to a sex club has been a harder task than I thought. The ‘assistant’ that is supposed to be figuring this shit out is hunkered in the corner. Apparently Henley and my battle of the clothing is freaking her out.

“
Try on the next one.”

Henley just rolls her eyes grabs the next outfit and walks into the changing room.

I can hear her shuffling around trying the outfit on, and I know it’ll be a minute so I cast a sidelong glance at the woman in the corner. Her outfit is impeccable. Her hair impeccable. Her makeup is even doing a good job. But her eyes are frazzled, panicked. This is probably her first time dealing with a high end client like myself. How amusing.

“
Hey. Why don’t you do something useful. Go get my girl a drink.”

“
Yes sir I’m so sorry sir-” her words are garbled together and it takes everything I’ve got not to burst out laughing and hold my conceited rich look as she scrambles and trips over herself to get out of the room.

With a grin I turn my eyes back to the changing room door. All the blood leaves my brain and heads
… well… I’m sure you know, as I take in Henley.

“
I think this one will work,” she smooths her hands down the front of the almost corset halter top. Her midriff is hanging out, and it’s almost backless. Have I ever mentioned I love the way Henley’s back looks? The curves. The skin. Frankly it makes my dick hard as hell.

And when I get a look at the front? Christ. The perfect curve of her tits peeking out from the top. Fuck me. That
’s perfect. “Take it off.”

“
What it’s a good one?”

“
It just wont do. Take it off.” Nobody but me can
ever
see her like that.

“
No, I like it. I think it just screams sex club. Especially this tiny skirt. It makes my ass look great.” She’s turning in the mirrors checking out the outfit from all angles.

It does scream sex. That
’s the problem. “No.”

“
You can’t just stick me in a burlap sack and call it done.”

I can if I want, I think balefully.

“Here you go ma’am. A glass of watermelon-lime agua fresca.” The womans body is trembling as she hands over the drink.

“
Oh, thank you, that’s so sweet.” The girl quickly retreats, back to her corner. And Henley casts me a look telling me to stop torturing her.

“
Okay, so the next outfit we should try-”

“
I’m getting this one,” Henley says firmly. Her eyes say no arguments. But I really don’t want anyone seeing Henley in that. Henley turns on her foot and walks back into the dressing room, before coming back out in the jeans and shirt Micky brought for her this morning.