I can feel the way her muscles are rippling around my fingers, signaling that her climax is close. I keep torturing her clit and *, but take my other hand and find that small, snug entrance to her ass. Someday before our ride ends, my cock is going to claim that ass. Someday soon…
I stop sucking on her clit long enough to capture it between my teeth, applying light pressure, just enough to cause a little pain while I torment it. Then, I slip my finger into her ass past the knuckle. I curl it, scraping her tender walls as her muscles tighten up against the unfamiliar invasion. She cries out as I let go of her clit and bury my face in her *, devouring it. My fingers and tongue discover every inch of her sweet cunt, all while my finger possesses her ass. She detonates. Her * tries to ride my face, her thighs tightening up against my head and trying to smother me in her creamy cum.
I don’t stop even when her orgasm is done. I keep at it until she goes over the edge again. This time when she climaxes, she does it screaming my name.
Hunter.
“Good morning, sweetness,” Torch says, licking his lips and looking like it’s just another day.
Like he didn’t just give me two mind-blowing orgasms. Like he wasn’t still between my legs. Dear Lord! If Beth could see me now, she’d kill me. How did I completely lose control?
“What was that?” I ask Torch like an idiot.
“You don’t know?”
“Okay, I know what it was, but why? Why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to. Because you wanted me to. In fact, I think we should do it again. You’re way too uptight. Let’s go for round three,” he decides, pulling my body back to his mouth. I start kicking in a downward motion, hitting his back with the bottoms of my feet.
“No! Stop that! Will you get up from there??”
“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago.”
“Torch…”
“No. You called me Hunter. I think the correct phrase was, ‘I want you to eat my fucking…’”
I whack him over the head with my pillow to shut him up. That’s when I see the handcuff that he conveniently unhooked himself from hanging on my arm. That’s a good reminder. A great one, really. He grabs the pillow midair and grins at me.
“Stop! Stop giving me that look!”
“What look is that, sweetness? The one that says I know what you taste like first thing in the morning? That I can still taste you on my tongue?”
I jump off the bed, needing to get away from him to think. “You don’t get to do this. This doesn’t get to happen now!”
“Why the fuck not?” he asks, and his easygoing attitude is definitely missing now.
“Oh, gee, I don’t know, Torch, maybe this!” I growl, shaking the arm that still has the handcuffs attached to it. He stands up, his cock rock hard and his body a piece of art, and I’m doing my best not to get distracted. But it’s hard! And, yes, the pun was intended. I’m dying to give in, but know I can’t. At least, not yet. I need to figure out my next move, and whatever it is, it has to help me escape and get to Beth, not get laid.
“How about you let me show you how women love it when I cuff them?”
“How about you cover up your boner and let me go back to sleep, where I was quite happy before you woke me?”
“You weren’t complaining, earlier.”
“I was asleep!”
“The fuck you were!”
“I was, in the beginning! And will you cover up, damn it?”
“Why, sweetness? Does the sight of my cock bother you?”
“Yes!”
“Does it make you hungry?” he asks, shaking it.
That does it. It’s time I stopped plotting. If Torch wants to be a dick, then it’s time I show him what happens.
“Fine! It does. Is that what you want to hear? I liked fucking you. I enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it?”
“Immensely,” I tell him, disgusted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that we were a one-night stand and you’re holding me here against my will.”
“It doesn’t change the fact that we still want each other, either, or are you going to deny that you’re turned on right now?”
“No. I’m not. I’m big enough to admit that I like sex and you’re pretty good in bed.”
“Pretty good?”
“Will you get over your gigantic ego? Jesus, it’s a bigger choking hazard than your cock. You’re a man who’s had a lot of sex. Of course you’re good in bed. but there are others out there who are just as good. You’re not special because you know how to give a woman an orgasm.”
“I think I gave you more than that, but maybe you need a reminder.”
“What are you going to do with me, Torch?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you…”
“No, I mean what’s your endgame here? You have me. So, what now? Are you going to drag me back against my will to my cousins so they can finish what my fucking grandfather and father started?”
He seems taken back by my question, and I have no idea why he should be.
“We don’t make deals with the fucking Donahues,” he says.
“Then what exactly are you holding me for?”
“Your sister nearly destroyed my brother!” he growls. “Do you know what it did to him to think he killed the woman he loved? Do you know what it did to him to discover Beth was alive and to find that out through a man he fucking hates? Throw in the fact that he has a daughter he didn’t know about…”
“Bullshit!”