Unsteady (The Torqued Trilogy Book 1) (43 page)

It’s definitely not enough for me.

Climbing his body, he gives me a lift, hands low, holding me there against the wall. My mind doesn’t bother trying to make sense of any of it.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does draw me closer, his arms so strong, so right. Gazing down at me, watching, I run my hands up the tight straining muscles of his back flexing under my fingers.

Between my legs, I burn for him. Though our encounter a week ago was quick, my body remembers his touch and the pleasure of him inside me. It’s telling me,
Jump his bones damn it.

He runs his hands from my hips to my ass. I shiver and press myself closer to him. Breathing heavily, he sets me down when the song comes to an end.

Pulling my hair to the side, he uses his teeth against my neck, barely brushing but enough to make me moan, his lips hovering over my ear. His hand envelopes mine and pulls it to his side. “Come with me.” His voice is low and seductive as he draws me near again.

My body certainly wants to go with him, my pulse throbbing in my temples at the heat of his stare as I follow him. His hand comes to rest against my lower back, just above my ass as we enter his room. I turn around, never looking at my surroundings, when the click of his lock draws my attention.

Wordlessly as he pulls his shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. In the shop, I didn’t have a good view of him. It was too dark in there, but now, with the light coming in from his porch, it illuminates his body in a soft orange glow. The solid lines of his chest are marked with detailed ink. I notice the tattoo on his chest again that spreads over his heart. It’s the words “Heaven” in a fancy script surrounded by three sparrows.

My eyes move to his and he looks at me as if I’m important to him, already. As if he’s stopping his life to look at me, because he has to in that moment. Something’s making him.

“Lenny.” My name is an exhale. I love when he says my name, and I hang on the conviction it gives me. He immediately takes my face in his hands. “Fuck, I want you so bad.” He breathes the words against my lips and the groan he lets out races up my spine. I moan into his embrace, melting around him, giving myself to him.

His grin gets a little higher at my response. He certainly likes the effect he has on me.

I kiss his shoulder, and then his neck softly, as though I’m unsure what to do.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week,” he whispers, his voice becoming gruff. He then moves his hand down my hip before he eagerly slips his large hand in the front of my shorts. Okay, he’s getting impatient. I get it. I’m just as excited for this to happen and he’s about to find out as he slips his finger inside me.

“Fuck… you’re so wet for me.” He moves his finger in and out, and then adds another, pushing them in slowly. I can’t help but gasp.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

Helping him out, I lift my shirt over my head.

He reaches for the buckle of his jeans. “Are you nervous?”

My chest tightens as I sit down on the edge of his bed. “I just… yeah, a little.”

Yep. A lie. I’m a whole lot of nervous. This is different from the shop. When we fucked before, it was purely need. This isn’t. This has the potential to be more, and I know that.

That shit is what’s scary.

His warm hands cup my face and brings his mouth to mine as he lays me down on the mattress, climbing up my body. “Don’t be. I would
never
hurt you or do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”

A low groan from the back of his throat vibrates through me as his chest presses against my breasts, pushing me deeper into the mattress. His mouth is hot and wet, devouring mine, his tongue circling the inside almost desperately. This is far more intense than the night in the shop and I realize at the time, he must have been holding back. Only now, he isn’t. It’s in the sturdiness of his touch, the pressure of his fingertips when he angles my face to kiss me and the groan of pleasure he lets out when I arch my back into him and let my hips meet his again.

He stops kissing me for a moment, his hands sliding from my face down the length of my body and to the button of my jean shorts, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes.

I lift up my hips and allow him to remove them and he lets them fall to the floor beside his jeans. We’re both naked and I think he’s going to go for it when he slides down my body.

“Shhh,” he says against my neck. “We have to be quiet.”

Crap, his daughter is in the next room.

And then his face is between my legs and breathing isn’t something I can do. I’ve never had anyone go down on me. Ben was too selfish for that and the other guys I slept with only wanted one thing from me.

Red is different.

As he makes his way down my body, his hands splay over my hips. He looks up at me and waits for my reaction. I have no reaction but a stunned look on my face.

He settles on the mattress, his head between my legs. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Lennon?”

Oh God, the way he says Lennon just sends my nerves sailing.

He must have sensed by my look that I had never trusted someone to. “No.”

He smiles, his hands moving to my thighs as he lowers his face. With one last look, he licks his lips and then kisses my inner thigh, softly.

The moment his kiss touches my center, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The pleasure, the sensations, the rush of losing control with someone in this way makes me glad I never let anyone do that before. I’d never want to be this vulnerable.

Because that’s what I am right now.

Completely vulnerable for him.

Maybe because it’s Red, I’m not entirely sure. It’s just that I’ve never felt anything like this before and I never ever want it to end.

With each pass of his tongue, I’m left weak. With every groan he gives me and the way he grips my thighs so tightly, I know he’s just as helpless.

He doesn’t spare anything while doing this, his fingers and tongue working together so every touch and caress pulls me closer to spiraling into bliss. My hips rock into him, the muscles of my thighs tightening as he takes his thumb and presses down on my clit, his other finger curled inside of me as he laps at my juices.

My desperate pleas for him to never stop are greeted with his equally needy grunts and growls.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

I throw my hands over my head, arching my back as the wave hits me all at once. When I’m moving around too much, he puts his hands on my hips, pinning me to the mattress. I look down at him, his shoulders flexing as he grips me so tightly I think I’ll have bruises.

When I’m finished shaking, he moves up my body, and reaches in his nightstand to retrieve a condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

He flips me over onto my stomach and kneels behind me so he’s straddling my backside. His left hand moves up my spine for a fist full of my hair as he bends my neck back. Sucking on the base of my spine before kissing his way back up and sighing into my mouth as he angles it toward him. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He’s not waiting any longer, his patience gone as he enters me with a low growl from deep within.

We both gasp when he’s in, breathing escaping me entirely, but all I can do is inhale a much-needed breath.

Red doesn’t move right away, when he does, it’s slow as if he’s wanting this to last.

He lowers his lips to the back of my neck when he begins to move a little faster, but still, he’s not rushing. It may be torture, but it’s the sweetest agony.

Within in a minute, I realize he has a way that he moves, much like he did in the shop that night. It’s a swagger that only he can pull off.

One of his hands is in my hair, but his other hand snakes around my front between me and the mattress and begins to caress me again.

Instantly heat begins to build within and I’m gasping and whimpering at what he’s giving me, something no one else has cared to give. He’s not just fucking me. Red could never do that. It’s not in his heart to do so. This is in his heart.

His mouth nips at my skin, his hands on my ass forcing me into every move he’s making with each thrust inside of me

“Come for me, baby. Just one more… come for me,” he begs in a low raspy voice that makes me shiver, rattles my bones. He pleads for more, “Give me one more.”

He’s begging for me to
give
in and
give
him what I’ve never given anyone else.

It’s not his movements that do it—though they’re enough—it’s that voice and those words. Oh, and his hand between my legs that I’m desperately grinding against. Until Red, I’ve never had an orgasm during sex.

Wanting to give all of myself to him, my body arches off the mattress an inch, curving around him, my hips angling just enough that nothing remains of my control. I’m gone completely.

His groan is low as if this sight is too much for him to bare. “That’s it, fuck… so good.”

His weight settles into me more and he grunts with each thrust, touching his forehead to my shoulder blade. Words fall from his lips, but I can’t hear them, all I focus on is pleasure that shoots through me and blinds me.

Red slams his hips into mine even harder while I rock myself into his hand, his bed creaking with our steady movements.

Twisting my head, I watch as his head drops forward, his teeth sinking into his lower lips. The sight too much to bare. I squeeze my eyes shut, my orgasm surfacing, my legs shaking as the warm burst of waves rush throughout my body as I come for him a second time.

Just as I don’t want it to end, his thrusts come a little faster and I know what’s coming. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving, every muscle tensed as he hovers above me. He looks at me, a quick glance, then his eyes dip low. He slams into me two more times, his eyes squeezing shut. I angle my ass so that he can plunge deeper inside me. “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I whisper, when I know he’s about to release.

His orgasm stretches long and delicious. When he moans, it vibrates through my entire body. His cock pulses, swelling and pumping as he fills me with his release.

“Holy shit!” He pants, slumping forward but still supported by his shaking arms.

Well, fuck. That was amazing.

Red draws in a deep breath, still panting as he rolls to the side. I almost whimper at not being connected any long.

An influx of emotions, contentment, love, fear, they all flood through me when it’s over and I turn toward the window, unable to look at him.

We lay in silence, and I want to look over and stare at him all creepily like an obsessive teenage crush, but I don’t.

Red doesn’t seem too interested in moving either. His touch is slow and tentative at first, mirroring his slow breathing. A gentle kiss follows before he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. His hold becomes a little tighter when a soft sigh escapes him, tickling my skin. It’s exactly what I want.

I lay awake for what seems like hours afterwards. I listen to him softly breathing in my ear and holding me close to his chest.

There is no sound in the house. Nothing. It’s as if the world has stopped and it’s just us.

My bedroom is painted in dim blue light. Beside me, Lenny’s sleeping. With her back turned to me, I’m gifted with a pretty good view of her naked ass. My hands slowly glide over milky white skin I want to bite. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the softness of a woman beside me as she sleeps.

Touching my forefinger to the black ink over her hip, she stirs, her breathing accelerating.

I have no idea what it is Lenny’s doing to me.

I know I want her here. I know I can make her happy. I know she fills a void in my life.

“Again?” she asks, laughing lightly.

“Shhhh,” I say, moving between her legs.

Lenny gasps at my weight on her, my lips trailing over her collarbone.

She reaches up, her arms around my shoulders as her body arches around me, her eyes squeezed shut. “I should get going….”

“Did you like my cock buried deep in your pussy?” I ask in the space between her neck and shoulder.

“Y-y-yes,” she barely whispers, a pleased, erotic fucking whisper as she arches into me.