I climbed back onto the bed and started kissing her again. I ran my tongue along the soft skin of her neck and down to her collarbone. I kissed down her chest, between her breasts, and down to her belly button. As I made my way back up, I ran my tongue across one of her nipples and then the other. I blew on the wet tips, making her shudder.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered before capturing her mouth with mine.
When I broke the kiss, she said, “Shh…just love me, Logan.”
I smiled as I kissed back down her stomach. I ran my tongue along the apex of her thighs, making her moan with need. Her body arched off the bed when I found her clit and circled it with my tongue. Her whimpers were driving me mad as I pushed two fingers inside her.
“Oh my God! Please don’t stop!”
Her hips rocked up, pushing her wet fold up against my face. I continued to devour her as I increased the speed of my fingers. I felt her tighten around them as she came. My tongue replaced my fingers, and I prolonged her orgasm.
When her body finally quieted, I stood and grabbed my jeans.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
“Condom,” I muttered. My body was literally aching with need, and I wasn’t sure I could get more than one word out.
“Don’t. I’m on the pill now.”
“Thank God.” I grinned as I dropped my jeans and climbed back onto the bed. “I’m not going to last very long this first time. I need you too much.”
“I don’t care. We have all night,” she said as I positioned myself at her entrance.
“We have forever.”
I slammed into her, making her cry out. She wrapped her legs around my waist, so I could go deeper.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You feel so good.”
Being with her before had been incredible, but now, without a condom, was life-changing. I pumped my hips fast and hard, her cries of pleasure driving me to move faster. I braced myself on my arms and used her footboard as leverage.
“Come with me, baby,” I said as I felt myself reaching my limit.
I rocked into her once more before the world exploded around me. I roared as I released into her. If I died right now, I would be okay. I doubted if I would have another moment in my life as good as this one.
Tamed (Torn Series #5)
Adam and Amber
He didn’t say anything at all. He just kept staring at me. We watched each other for another minute before I looked away.
I had no idea what to say. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or hurt or if he even cared at all. Yesterday, I had been so sure that I saw pain in his eyes, but it definitely wasn’t there now.
My eyes moved back to him as he moved closer. He stopped when our bodies were mere inches apart. As he looked down at me, his eyes hardened. I gulped, truly terrified of what he would say when he finally decided to speak to me.
He lowered his head, ran the tip of his nose down my cheek, and burrowed it in my neck. He exhaled sharply before pulling away.
“You smell like him—still,” he said.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You. Smell. Like. Him.” His eyes narrowed. “Jordan.”
“Oh.”
He looked away finally, but I saw the way his hands clenched into fists against the sheets.
“Adam…” I said, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
His gaze found mine again, his eyes still cold. “I’m not sure what pisses me off more—the fact that you fucked someone else while I watched or the fact that it actually pissed me off to see you with another man’s cock inside you.”
I looked away, but that didn’t stop him from speaking.
“I think it’s the latter. Jesus, Amber. I’ve never wanted to beat the fuck out of someone like I did yesterday. He was inside you, and he got you off. I heard you cry out when he made you come.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I said quietly.
“I want to know why you went to him instead of me if you wanted to fuck. I was right there. I saw you leave the pool to go find him.” His voice was deadly calm.
I didn’t dare look at him as I spoke, “He offered.”
“And you felt the need to take him up on it?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
God, he was saying so much, but at the same time, it was nothing at all. His voice, the tightness of his body, his eyes—they all told me he was angry. He cared about me. He could lie all he wanted, but he cared. If he didn’t, Jordan and I being together wouldn’t affect him this way.
“Why not?” he repeated. “Why the fuck not? Because I was right fucking there, Amber. If I’d known you wanted to fuck, I would’ve taken you up here and shoved my cock inside you. You didn’t have to find some other guy to do it.”
“Why does it matter to you so much, Adam? I heard you loud and clear the other day. We’re not anything. We fuck, and that’s it. You fuck other women, and you told me that you didn’t care if I fucked other men. Those were your words, not mine. It shouldn’t bother you that I was with him.”
His breath caught, and I finally looked at him. His eyes held so much anger and pain in them. He looked ready to crack.
“It doesn’t mean I wanted to watch you fuck him,” he finally said.
“Then, you shouldn’t have followed me upstairs,” I shot back.
He ran his hand through his messy hair, his fingers clutching at it as if he wanted to pull it out. I wasn’t sure if he was just plain pissed off or if something more was bothering him at this point.
“I can’t stand to fucking lie here next to you while you smell like him!” he finally said, his voice nearly shouting.
“Wha—” My voice got caught in my throat when his mouth covered mine. I hadn’t even seen him move.
His lips parted, and his tongue thrust into my mouth. I made a sound in the back of my throat as our tongues tangled together. He pressed his body down on mine, and I could feel his arousal against my stomach.
He continued to explore every crevice of my mouth, tasting me in a way he never had before.
“I’m going to erase him,” he whispered as he pulled away.
I locked my fingers in his hair and pulled his lips back down to mine. I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him. We shouldn’t be doing this. I knew that. We needed to talk, to sort out whatever the hell was happening between us, but I couldn’t stop myself.
My hands slid from his hair down to the smooth skin of his back. I traced his shoulder blades with my fingers before moving them lower. He sucked in a breath as I explored him. The whole time, our mouths never separated.
He pulled away long enough to rip my shirt up over my head. He tossed it away before lowering himself again. My pulse quickened as I felt my nipples brush against his chest. I lived for moments like these when nothing was between us. Skin-to-skin with Adam was the only time I felt like we were truly connected.
His hands found my hips, his fingers digging into them as he tried to pull me closer. I wanted closer. I needed closer. I wiggled underneath him, and he groaned, his fingers tightening around my hips. In the back of my mind, I wondered if he’d leave bruises, but I didn’t care.
I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring at me as he kissed me deeply. My breath froze in my chest as I stared into his dark depths. They were so full of passion, of desire. I needed him more than I’d ever admit out loud.
Adam was everything to me. I loved him. In that moment, I knew it was the truth. Despite his faults, the way he whored around, I loved him. I wanted more than just sex from him. I wanted him to be mine. Admitting that to myself was a lot harder than I had imagined, but I knew it was the truth.
He closed his eyes as he pulled his lips from mine. He kissed along my jaw, stopping briefly to suck on my earlobe. I jerked, pressing my hips against his. He hissed as he ground his hips against mine. Without a doubt, I knew that he would be inside me in a second if it weren’t for my underwear and h
is boxers.
I ran my fingers down his sides, digging in with my nails as I went. He made a sound so deep and so primal that I almost came right then and there. He released my hips, only to catch my hands in his iron grip. He raised them above my head, pinning them there.
Without looking at me, he lowered his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The wet warmth of his mouth was enough to make me moan, but when he gently bit down on the tip, I lost control.
My body exploded. An orgasm crashed down around me. Breath left me, and all I could concentrate on was the way his tongue circled my nipple and the heavy feel of his hard cock against my stomach. Coherent thought was nowhere to be found. The only thing I could feel was the pleasure coursing through my body.
When I finally came back down, I opened my eyes.
He released my nipple and stared at me with a look of awe on his face. “Did you just come from only that?”
I nodded, suddenly embarrassed.
He grinned, the first one I’d seen in what felt like years. “I knew I was good, but damn, I’m a fucking god.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
His expression turned serious. “Oh, I’m done talking.”
He kissed a trail down my stomach to the top of my underwear. His tongue slipped under the band, and I moaned. I could feel his lips turn up into a grin as he kissed my skin. He released my hands and grabbed the top of my underwear. He ripped them off, the frail strings snapping, and tossed them away.
He spread my legs and dropped his mouth to the apex of my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath as his warm tongue ran across my clit. He sucked it into his mouth. I tried to buck my hips, but he grabbed them to hold me in place. I attempted to break his hold, but it was no use. I thrashed around before wrapping my legs around his neck to push his face deeper into me.
“Fuck, you smell so good, but you taste even better.” He groaned before sucking on my clit again.
I exploded for the second time. A scream ripped from my throat as he worked me through my orgasm. When it passed, my entire body felt like jelly. A thin sheen of sweat covered my body. My breasts rose and fell heavily as I tried to calm my breath.
He pulled away and stood long enough to discard his boxers. Then, he was on top of me again. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He stared down at me.
The intensity in his eyes terrified me in the most delicious way.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. You just…lose yourself in it,” he said.
He leaned down and kissed me softly before pushing into me. I bit down on his shoulder as I tried not to scream out in ecstasy. He filled me completely, his body fitting perfectly against mine. No one could ever compare to him.
He dropped his head to my neck. He was buried deep inside me, but he didn’t move. Impatiently, I shoved my hips up. He let out a ragged breath as I continued to move against him, fucking him from underneath. He stayed still for a moment before his control finally broke. He pulled back and then plunged into me, deep and hard, his eagerness matching my own. He never slowed, thrusting into me so roughly that I felt a twinge of pain each time. I didn’t care. It only brought me closer to the edge.
“So fucking sweet.” He moaned as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I cried out as a third and final orgasm rocked my body.
“Oh God. Yes!” I shouted as I clung to him.
He called out my name as he came, buried to the hilt inside of me.
“I can’t…oh God,” I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.
His body locked up as he released inside me. His forehead dropped onto mine, his body shaking.
Every time we were together, the sex would get better. We knew each other so intimately now. We knew where to touch the other, how to move. Our bodies connected perfectly. Without a doubt, I knew that I’d never find someone like Adam again.
We have just one more story left. This one is something I wrote under a penname, Kathryn Rose, back in 2013. You might have read it already, but I doubt it. I didn’t tell anyone that it was actually me. I just wanted to write something dirty one evening and Davin popped into my head. So, please enjoy this brand new story! It’s short and erotic.
Dirty
A Note to Readers:
If you’re looking for a sweet romance, you’ll find none here. Davin is a rockstar. Davin is dirty. Davin is selfish. And most importantly, Davin is in love with sex itself.
He lives and breathes his music, but he couldn’t care less about the rest of the world. The groupies? They’re just a way to get his rocks off. They know it and he knows it. No strings attached.
If you’re looking for fast and dirty sex, you’ve found the right book.
Dirty
I’m hard just listening to the crowd screaming out my name. Davin! Davin! Davin! I’m only a few feet away from them and they don’t even realize it. The curtains hide me as I drink in their love, their admiration. I love it. It’s the strongest drug out there. When I hear them chanting my name, I swear I’m soaring above the stadium. If I stood here long enough, I would probably shoot a load off in my pants. But that’ll have to wait until later. Right now, I’m going to blow their fucking ears off.
I hear our opening act announce us and then I’m walking across the stage in almost complete darkness. I know where I’m going though, I always do. Every show we play, the roadies setup the stage the same. As soon as I see the white X on the floor, indicating where I should stand, I stop. And I wait. Mikey, Chad, and Brandon should be in place by now.
The roar is deafening by now as thousands of people shout my name. I smile when I think that one lucky bitch is going to be screaming it even louder tonight. I hope she’s a screamer. Maybe if I’m lucky, she will be a biter as well. If not, I’ll find someone else that can keep up with me. It’s not like they aren’t lining up for me. I know I look the part of a rock star. My hair is a light brown. I keep it shaggy and just a little bit messy. My eyes are a hazel color. My arms and chest are covered in tattoos. I work out enough that my stomach is a tight six pack. Overall, I’m hot as fuck and I know it. Cocky? Yes. But I only speak the truth.
The lights come on and I’m temporarily blinded by them. I blink a few times before I can finally see. Once my vision is clear, I stare out at the fans in front of me. They’re still screaming, louder than before if possible. I stay silent as I watch them. They’re all so full of life. Women sit on men’s shoulders with their tops already off. One woman close to the stage throws her bra up on stage. It lands at my feet. I smile as I pick it up and dangle it from one finger.
“Thanks, babe.” I murmur into the microphone.
I can see her screaming up at me, clawing at the stage as she tries to get closer. I drop the bra back onto the stage and turn my attention to the rest of the crowd.
“Are you guys ready to fuck this place up or what?” I finally scream out.
Their answering cheers are enough for me. I nod my head slightly, Mikey’s cue to start beating on his drums. We always start out with this song. We’ve been at this for over six years and have tons of songs, but this one is our baby. It’s the one that brought us together. When shit hits the fan, it keeps us together.
I wait until Chad and Brandon start into the song before I start singing. We’re perfectly in sync like always. With the exception of when we first started playing together, we always play perfectly. We’re just that fucking good.
I run my hands through my shaggy brown hair once just before I start to sing. Women love it when my hair sticks up like crazy. They always run their hands through it while I’m fucking them, so I do it onstage for everyone else that doesn’t get that privilege.
My voice is smooth at first as I start into the song. The first few verses are smooth, calming even. But once I hit the chorus, all hell breaks loose as I start screaming into the mic. A roar rips from me and I let go. I let the music take over. It’s just me and the song. No one else is around when
I’m in the zone like this.
Once we finish the song, I grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that is waiting for me on a stool next to the mic stand and take a swig. It burns as it goes down, but I ignore it as I take another drink. I put the bottle back down and turn back to the crowd.
“How the hell is everyone doing tonight?” I shout into the mic.
I smile as they scream back at me. Their enthusiasm never ceases to amaze me.
“I’ve had a hell of a week, but it’s starting to look pretty damn good right now seeing all of you fuckers in front of me.” I turn to look at the other members of my band. “What do you assholes think?”
I see Chad laughing and Brandon rolls his eyes. I can only assume that Mikey is in agreement since the big bastard is hiding behind his drums.
“Alright, let’s get on with it then.” I cue the guys to start into our next song.
The next hour and a half fly by at warp speed as I sing and scream my heart out. My body is literally shaking from adrenaline by the end of the show. If I had my choice, I’d never leave this fucking stage. When I tell the crowd goodnight, I hear several boos coming from them.
“Ah, shut the hell up, assholes. You got to stare at me for over an hour.” I laugh into the mic before putting it back on the stand and walking away.
As soon as I get off the stage, someone hands me a towel. I wipe it down my face and across my neck before throwing it back to whoever handed it to me. The guys are right behind me as I head to the dressing room. I stink like a son of a bitch and I’m desperate for a shower.
As soon as we walk into the dressing room, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. I unfasten my belt and start pulling my pants off as I kick my shoes off.
“Get your naked ass in the shower. I don’t want to see it.” Mikey shouts.
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