Indy
“Itake it you like that idea.” Toren flexes his hips. His hard length presses against my clit, and I wiggle in his lap. “Yeah, cherry, you like that idea. Now, tell me, what do you want?” Big masculine hands cup the cheeks of my ass, thumbs tilting my hips to where my core drags along his length.
“Are you allowing me to lead? What a turn of events from last night.” He might have guided me last night through our mutual pleasure, but there was no doubt about it, he was dominating me through the phone. And I enjoyed every last bit of it.
“Not fucking likely. Still going to give you what we both want. Only this time, want to know what you plan on doing now that you’re right here.” His eyes zone in on my lips, and I know where this is going.
“I want to take care of you with my hand.” I barely have time to breathe before his hand wraps around my waist and keeps me there.
Toren isn’t gentle. He isn’t asking.
He’s claiming.
“Stay still.” His command is quiet but absolute, and somehow, that makes it all the better.
“What if I don’t want to?” My pulse stumbles, and I place one hand on his chiseled chest. The other blazes a trail down his abdomen, the tips of my fingers swirling along his happy trail,and I know I could easily slip my hand beneath his shorts and wrap my hand around his cock.
“You do.” He rocks me against his length again, slow and deliberate. I contemplate pushing back, but the thought leaves before it takes hold. Instead, the palm on his chest digs into his muscle, testing his control. His body goes still beneath my touch, tension locking through him like a coiled spring. “Careful, cherry.” His voice is low, the rough restraint echoing through my senses.
“And why should I be careful, Toren? What if I like testing your control.”
“You’re not telling me something I don’t already know.” My breath catches, but I don’t stop, not when the tip of my pointer finger slides along the head of his velvet-soft tip.
“Is there a reason you aren’t stopping?” I cock an eyebrow, waiting for his response.
“You started this, cherry. Now you’re going to finish it, but we’re doing it my way. Take my cock out.” A quiet gasp slips from me, my stomach flips, and I do exactly as he says. My eyes lower to where I’m slowly uncovering his length. “Christ, look at what you do to me, Indy. All that’s for you, cherry. Can’t wait to have your lips wrapped around my dick, watching as you struggle to take me all the way to the back of your throat.” I let out a gasp. “Don’t act surprised, Indy. Heard you gag on your fingers last night." My nipples tighten, my core clenches, and now I’m suddenly contemplating dropping to me knees. Except the grip he has on me won’t allow it.
“Toren.” His fingers slip beneath my shorts and panties at the same time. He gathers my wetness, tips my hips upward, and then slams them inside of me. The palm of his hand hits my clit.
“Don’t stop. We’re going to get there together, I’m going to feed you, and then we’ve got work today, because tonight, you’re all fuckin’ mine.” My fingers curl around his length as his dothe same inside of me. The come-hither motion has me sliding my hands in Toren’s hair, needing something to hold on to. He pumps his hips, and I rock mine.
“Look at you,” he mutters, “all this from sitting in my lap.”
“Look at you, all this from me sitting in your lap,” I toss his words back at him, unable to hide the slight tremble of my lips when he moves his fingers faster, and as much as I try to keep up, it’s impossible.
“Fuck yeah, the only question is, who’s going to come first?” The tension in the room builds, fast, sharp. Every small movement we make only makes it worse, makes it harder to think, and all I can do isfeel.
“Toren,” I moan his name, head tipping back, eyes closing, chasing the high he’s hell bent on giving me.
“Just like that. Keep fisting my cock while you milk my fingers.” I add another layer to the momentum, going to the tips of my toes, lifting up and down. Honestly, it’s a miracle we’re both able to achieve what we have so far, a tangle of limbs, breathless, sweating. Our combined moans alone make the experience heady. Add in that his fingers are magical as hell, my wetness guiding his path, and in one quick move, Toren’s mouth latches on to mine.
It’s wild.
It’s possessive.
And it’s everything I’ve never experienced before.
“Motherfucker.” I twist my wrist, thumb sweeping over the tip, coming away with more of his precum, and I’m once again at war with what I want more: to orgasm, to get Toren off with my hand, or to do what I really want—wrap my mouth around him and taste him directly from the source. “Can feel you, so wet, so tight, so fuckin’ mine.”
“Tor.” His name comes out like a broken whisper. Toren’s hand wraps around mine, helping me keep a steady rhythm while he still works me up.
“Fuck yeah, cherry. Knew you’d be beautiful coming for me. Got to hear it last night, got to experience in the flesh tonight.” His words, his actions, they’re more than I could have ever thought possible. He comes in my hand in thick ropes splattering his lower abdomen, and when his fingers slip out of my pussy, I’m at a loss for words.
He paints my lips with my essence, drawing it like a woman would put lipstick on when she’s getting ready for a date. I keep still, unsure of what he’ll do next, and once again, Toren shocks me. He brings my hand away from his still hard cock, gathering some of his mess from his abdomen, and repeats the process.
“Lick your lips, cherry, taste us.” His eyes darken further. I had no idea that would be possible. I do as he says. The man is impossible to resist, especially when everything he’s done thus far has been out-of-this-world amazing.
“Tor,” I moan his name as my tongue skates across my lips, and that’s when he attacks, claiming my lips like he’s claimed me entirely. The breath is taken from my lungs yet given back in the same instant. His hand tangles deep into the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head for the perfect angle, while the other stays locked on my hip.
