Page 127 of Torn
He takes me into his bathroom, closing the door behind us, with a flash of that sexy grin I can’t get enough of, before he slowly takes off my damp clothes. His focus is one hundred percent on undressing me, his eyes riveted either on mine or slowly gazing over the parts of my body he’s revealing. He doesn’t distract either of us by kissing me like we see in the movies, and that’s something very intense about him that I’ve grown to appreciate. He likes to watch his hands move over me, glancing up to catch my breathing and the expression on my face.
“Turn the shower on,” he says softly, pulling his own clothes off as I do so. He checks the water temperature with his hand before putting his arm around my waist and pulling me under thewater with him. His body towers over mine in the small shower, and when he bends down to kiss me, the warm water sprays over his head and then cascades down over us.
He backs up slightly and moves his hands down to my waist. “Turn around,” he says, his voice growing huskier, and when I do, he grabs my hands and places my palms against the tile in front of me. The familiar scintillating hum courses through my body, spreading that feeling of excitement, longing, and a tinge of nervousness from the unknown. His lips come down on my shoulder while his hands slowly slide down my arms, brushing across my breasts, and over the curve of my waist, stopping to fill his hands with my ass cheeks, squeezing as he presses his hard cock against the small of my back.
“You have the most perfect ass,” he whispers as the steam from the hot water drifts around us. His hand moves down between us and slides between my wet thighs, his fingers reaching forward to rub my clit, the water mixing with my own wetness.
“Do you want me?” His teeth graze the back of my neck as his finger slowly pushes into me, a small moan escapes my lips.
“Always.”
“Tell me.” His lips curve against my neck, and he pushes his palm up against my sex, his middle finger pressing perfectly against my sweet spot. “I want to hear your sweet voice say something dirty.”
Without hesitating, I say exactly what I’m thinking. “I want to feel every inch of your cock rammed in me right now.”
“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. He backs away from me and lets the water spray down my back, then grabs the bottle of lavender body wash I keep here, squeezing some into his hands. I stay where he put me, still facing the tile with my hands flat against it, and he begins to rub the lather all over my back. My nipples harden against his palms when he reaches around to cup them, gentlypinching my nipples before moving his slippery hands down to soap up my thighs, running his hand between my cheeks on the way, his fingers lingering and pressing into places that make my breath catch.
His hand tangles in my wet hair and pulls my head back to him, his lips capturing mine, licking the drops of water that have dripped down to my mouth. I twist my head back to kiss him deeper when he grips my waist, guiding my lower body to meet with his and pushing us so the stream of water flows between our bodies. His hand moves between us, fisting his cock and pushing the slick head into me. Grabbing my hips, he thrusts up into me long and deep, making me go up on my toes from the force of him filling me.
“If you ask for every inch, I’m going to give you every inch,” he rasps against my ear, his voice so sexy it makes me sigh and arch my back, craving even more of him. His hands slide up and cover my breasts, cupping them for leverage as he continues to plunge in and out of me, his forehead leaning against the back of my head. As his breathing becomes more ragged, he reaches up to grab the showerhead above us, detaches it, and flicks the controls with his thumb. I’m vaguely confused but too focused on his cock to care—until he holds it between my legs and the pulsing water sends my throbbing nerve endings into total overdrive, launching me into an instant orgasm. My legs almost buckle beneath me but he wraps his arm around my waist to hold me as he pulls his shaft all the way out, then sinks back into me, his balls slapping against me with every thrust.
“Tor…” Orgasmic delirium has me liquifying under his touch, as if my bones are melting. Dropping the showerhead, he spins me around and grabs my ass, lifting me up and pushing me back against the tile wall, his stiff cock finding home again as I wrapmy legs around his waist. He kisses me with wild hunger, pumping into me while the dangling showerhead spins around, spraying water everywhere. He moans against my mouth and stills, buried deep inside me, his kisses halting to slow, deep, and soft, and I feel him surge and pulse as he comes. I move my pelvis in slow circles against him, milking and caressing him with my tightening walls. Exhaling deeply, he stares into my eyes and loosens his grip on me.
“Damn… I love you,” he says, his voice filled with raw emotion.
“I love you back,” I say breathlessly, raining kisses over his face and smoothing his wet hair back.
He lowers me to my feet and we take a lightning-fast real shower together, as the water has gone mostly cold. When we step out, I realize water has sprayed onto the floor from the showerhead flinging around. I kneel down and wipe up the water with an extra towel. “That was pretty amazing,” I say, the ecstasy still quaking through my body.
He grins down at me and my eyes are drawn to that incredibly sexy V as he wraps his towel around his narrow waist. “You’re not allowed to touch that by yourself. I hold the keys to the magic shower stimulator.”
“Oh, really?” I tease.
“Really.”
I stand and kiss his cheek. “I wouldn’t want to do anything without you anyway. That would be cheating.”
A frown replaces the smile he had a few seconds ago and his eyes turn a shade the color of molten chocolate. “You actually mean that, don’t you?”
I squeeze the excess water from my hair with the towel and look at him quizzically. “Mean what?”
“That you wouldn’t cheat on me.”
My stomach pitches just thinking about that. “Of course I mean it. Are you crazy? Why would I ever cheat on you?” I poke his abs playfully. “You’re the perfect man. Sexy, sweet, caring, you love pets, you beat up bad guys, you kiss bunny noses… Should I go on?”
He leans back against the sink and watches me as I dry myself off. “I never told you about this but Sydni cheated all the time. Of course she didn’t think of it as cheating because we were in a so-called open relationship, but she was the only one with the opening. I wasn’t into it.”
I look at him in confusion. “Open relationship? What’s that?”
“It means you date and sleep with other people but still have an ongoing relationship with someone else. It’s like mutual permission to cheat.”
“Oh!” I say in surprise. I had no idea. “Ew.”
“Yeah, ew.”
“Did you…?” I don’t want to know that he’s been having sex with half our town.
“Once. A long time ago. I was young and thought it would be fun to be able to have a free pass to sleep with anyone I wanted. But it sucked. I felt guilty and dirty. Back then I cared about Syd a lot, but over the years with all that going on, it destroyed us. Especially her obsession with your father.”