by Sophia Gray
He kept fingering me until I felt myself about to come. It was almost as if he knew when he yanked his fingers out and stuck him in his mouth, sucking the arousal from his hand.
Slowly, his fingers found their way back to my pussy and stroked my labia. I shivered as he inched his fingers towards me once more, but he kept going until he was stroking the soft spot of flesh between my pussy and my ass.
I shuddered, anticipating something truly awful, but when he began to gently rub his finger in circles over my ass, I was amaTorque at how it felt. Warm sensations began to move through my body again with his gentle touch. It wasn’t as intense as it felt when he rubbed my clit, but I was surprised to find myself gently moaning and yielding to his touch.
I felt my asshole pucker as he slipped a fingertip inside and wiggled it. The sensation was incredible, but the rest of my body was crying out for attention. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I struggled to stay upright, and I felt a trickle of perspiration making its way down my back.
Torque continued to gently flick my ass, then pulled his finger away. I felt his hot breath on my pussy, and I shivered, anticipating more of what he’d just been doing. Instead, he licked and bit the cheeks of my ass before moving closer and gently tonguing my asshole.
Pleasure flooded my body as he licked at my most private of areas, and a hot flush spread down over my torso. My thighs were shaking with the effort of holding the position, but Torque’s delicate flicks of the tongue were making me squeal and moan with pleasure. He slipped two fingers inside of my pussy with his free hand and began to thrust them in and out as he stuck his tongue deep inside my ass. Warm pleasure coiled in my belly and the second I felt his tongue stroke my clit, I knew I was going to explode. I cried out just as he pulled away, my orgasm snatched from me in an instant.
Torque got to his feet and wrapped his arms around me, then picked me up off the floor as if I weighed nothing. He carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom, kicking open the door so hard that it banged against the wall. Chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling and peppered the floor with white.
I closed my eyes as Torque threw my body down on the bed. My legs were still aching from having stood in that precarious position for so long, but it was a relief to be lying down. Still, every muscle in me pulsed with want for Torque and his hard cock. My nerves were twitching and on edge as I watched him strip off his shirt and toss it on the floor.
As before, my eyes flicked over the tattoos covering Torque’s chest. He unfastened his belt and stepped out of his pants. When he was clad only in boxers, he got on the bed and grabbed me. Torque pushed me closer to the wall and spread my legs, grabbing my ankles and pulling them wide apart.
He dove in between my legs with abandon, sucking and licking my clit until I was screaming. He kept building me and building me to orgasm and then ripping me away viciously at the last second before I could come. I felt the tears leaking out of my eyes as I screwed them shut and tilted my face to the ceiling, begging Torque for release.
Torque grabbed my hand and slid it down his rock-hard torso. His skin felt like it was carved out of marble, and despite my intense arousal, a whole new level of desire flooded my body as he traced my fingers down his body. He stopped with my hand just touching his thick erection through the boxers. When I opened my eyes and looked into Torque’s green orbs, he nodded for me to get up.
“You know what to do,” he growled out.
I nodded and crawled onto my hands and knees, tugging Torque’s boxers down. His massive, veiny erection sprang free, and I took the first couple of inches into my mouth, sucking and licking at the delicate spot under the head. Torque groaned and pushed his hips forward until his whole cock was filling my mouth.
My jaw ached from the strain of accommodating his massive cock, and I reached up to start stroking him up and down as I moved my head back and forth. Torque grunted and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to the ceiling. He leaned forward, and I had to crawl onto my knees so the force of his thrusts wouldn’t knock me over.
As much as my mouth hurt from pleasuring him, it was satisfying to know that I was making him feel good. I loved the way he writhed and moaned when his cock was in my mouth; it was like I was controlling his world. His cock was so fat that my hand couldn’t close around it and I started pumping my hand with the same rhythm as my mouth.
Finally, Torque groaned loudly and pushed me away. I fell over in a tangle of arms and limbs and landed on my ass, sprawled on my back. Torque slapped the inside of my thigh, and I eagerly spread my legs as far as I could. He leaned in close and inhaled the scent of my pussy, closing his eyes and savoring my smell. I blushed to see him so close and know that my smell was intoxicating to him.
When Torque opened his eyes, he crawled on top of me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head. I felt the delicate bones in my wrists grinding together as he straddled my hips and nudged my pussy with the head of his cock. I already felt my skin stretching and he wasn’t even inside of me yet!
“Do you want me, Lily?” Torque growled out.
I looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yes,” I managed to squeak. “I do.”
“How much do you want me?” Torque’s breathing was coming in sharp, hard bursts and I saw a shudder of desire move through his body.
“I want you so badly,” I whispered, making my voice low and sexy. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to wreck me, Torque. Take me and make me yours forever.”
Torque grabbed onto my hips and slid into me with incredible force. I screamed as his cock tore into my pussy and filled me completely. When he was all the way inside, he stopped moving. I felt his cock pulsing inside my body, and I bit my lip and looked into his eyes.
Slowly, Torque began to thrust in and out. He moved his hips slowly at first and then faster and faster until it became more serious for him. With every thrust, his pubic bone rubbed against my clit, and soon I became as aroused as I had been while Torque was licking my asshole.
Digging his fingers into my flesh, Torque flipped onto his back and brought me with him. His cock didn’t slip out of me as I adjusted myself on his lap. He wrapped his hands around my waist and began to move my body up and down, like a helpless doll bouncing on his cock.
My pussy was soaked with my arousal, and Torque’s cock slid in and out of me with ease. With a grin, he reached behind me and slipped his fingers between the cheeks of my ass.
“Spread yourself,” he commanded in a low gruff tone as he thrust harder and harder inside of me. “Spread your ass for me, baby.”
I reached behind me and took one cheek in each hand, spreading myself and exposing my asshole to Torque’s mercy. He stuck his finger in my mouth, and I eagerly licked and sucked it for a moment. When he pulled it out, he reached behind my back and traced it down the crack of my ass.
The wetness left a trail that made me shiver, even though the rest of my body was on fire. Without warning, Torque plunged his finger deep inside my ass. It was almost painful at first, and I yelped, not used to the sensation of being double penetrated. But after a few seconds, the discomfort melted into an amazing sense of pleasure.
I felt so full; I felt like I was literally going to burst, or that Torque was going to tear me apart. As I rode him faster and faster, Torque howled with pleasure. He pulled his finger in and out of my ass, and I felt the pleasure in my belly build and build until, finally, I was coming harder than I ever had before.
My breath came in hoarse sobs as I rode Torque’s massive cock. I felt the spasms in my pussy gripping him even tighter than before, and Torque gasped with the intensity of it all. He slid his finger out of my ass and grabbed ahold of my hips, forcing me to keep riding him through my savage orgasm. His cock twitched and pulsed, and I braced myself for his explosion inside of me.
“Lily!” Torque screamed. “Lily, I’m gonna fucking come inside of you!”
“Do it,” I hissed out, my own breath coming in damp bursts.
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p; Torque screwed his eyes shut and groaned, thrusting up so hard that I felt him against my cervix. It was almost painful, and I whimpered, but it was beginning to make me feel like I could come again. As he pushed into me again and again, I closed my eyes and rode his body hard.
My clit felt like it was on fire as I forced myself to another rough orgasm on Torque’s pubic bone. The spasms in my pussy set him off, and his cock finally jerked and pulsed and gushed inside of me. Torque let out a deep breath and squeeTorque my ass once more before pulling me down onto his chest.
For a moment, we cuddled like that with his cock still inside of me. His chest was shining and hot with sweat, and I felt the damp tangles of my hair against my forehead as I lay down.
Without saying a word, Torque reached up and stroked the hair out of my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. The room reeked of our lovemaking, if you could have called it that.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I couldn’t believe Torque had played with my ass. I couldn’t believe that I’d actually liked it. Most unbelievable of all was the fact that we’d just fucked after starting to hate each other.
I swallowed hard when I thought about Torque leaving. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. I wondered what would happen when he finally chased down the boss and revealed that he knew about The Manticore. For what felt like the billionth time that night, tears came to my eyes. I hugged Torque firmer.
“Lily, what’s wrong? Are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, willing the tears to go away. They didn’t, and soon I was choking on little sobs. “I can’t help it,” I cried. “I’m sorry. I’m scared.”
Torque squeeTorque me to his chest and moved his body, so his still-hard cock slid out of me. He pulled a blanket off the end of the bed and covered our bodies. It was almost too warm, but after a few minutes, I felt myself cooling down. The sobs kept coming, and Torque kept holding me.
When my eyes were starting to dry, I rolled over onto my belly and propped myself up with my elbows. For once, I no longer felt self-conscious about being naked around Torque.
“I have to see you again,” I said quietly.
Torque narrowed his eyes. “And why is that? You want another round so soon?”
I shook my head and shivered. “I’m not going to be able to walk right for a week,” I pointed out. “Some great job of running away I’ll do if they come for me.”
The look Torque gave me told me that even if I was able to run, there’s no way I could outrun them. I swallowed. “Sorry,” I added. “Kidding.”
“So, what’s really going on?” Torque asked. “Tell me.”
“Well, for one thing.” I tried not to giggle. “You owe me a new dress.”
I expected Torque to scoff at me, but instead, his face turned almost tender. “Oh, Lily, come here.” He held out his arms, and I dove into them and let him hold me again. “I’ll keep you safe,” he whispered.
It was the last thing I remembered hearing before falling asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Four
The morning felt cold and awkward. Torque and I woke up together, tangled in my bed, smelling like musk and sweat and sex. I’d sweated all night, and my limbs were damp. Despite the fact that we’d slept for over seven hours, I still felt exhausted. My head was hurting, and my eyes were sore; I almost felt hungover.
When Torque got up and started to get dressed, I had to turn away. It was like I couldn’t even watch the man I cared for—loved?—without starting to hurt myself.
When Torque was finished dressing, he sat down on the edge of the bed and started putting on his combat boots. I expected him to look at me and make a crack about how we wouldn’t see each other for a while, or for him to tell me to stay out of trouble. Something nonchalant and teasing like always. But no such comment ever came, and I found myself feeling more anxious with every passing second.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, twisting myself into a sitting position on the bed. Despite how open and slutty I’d acted with Torque the night before, morning always made me feel vulnerable again. When his green eyes swept their penetrating gaze over my body, I covered myself up with a sheet.
“I’m fine,” Torque grunted out. “Do you have any coffee?”
I laughed. “No. Don’t you remember? I threw out the coffee machine I bought you.”
“I thought you might have replaced it,” Torque replied gruffly.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of bed, keeping the sheet wrapped all the way around me. “I didn’t,” I said firmly. “But you can get some when you leave, I guess.”
Torque looked up at me, and I felt a shiver of fear. “I think I’m close,” he said quietly. “I think today might be the day.”
A lump formed in my throat when I realiTorque that this was really happening. Some small part of my brain had wanted the whole thing to be a joke; had wanted Torque to be some impersonator or someone working undercover with a fabricated rap sheet. I never thought that Torque would actually be putting himself in danger. But now I realiTorque that was an incredibly naïve notion to hold on to.
“Okay,” I said blankly. “Do you need help? How will I know that you’re okay?”
Torque shook his head. “There’s nothing you can do but act normal, Lily. I don’t think it’s a bad idea for you to be outside any longer. I don’t think anyone’s going to be thinking about hurting you.”
Even though I didn’t think Torque was lying to me, my stomach iced over when I heard his words. It was hard for me to believe that I’d be okay when the past few weeks I’d only heard the opposite from Torque. But then I realiTorque that Torque was probably right; everyone was going to be too focused on him.
“I’m going to sing tonight, then,” I said after a beat. “If that’s okay. I think it will help distract me.”
Torque gave me a lopsided grin. “Okay.” He got to his feet. He brushed imaginary dirt off the thighs of his jeans and stretched high towards the ceiling. “I’ll see you later, kid. I have some things to take care of.”
My heart pounded as he stepped towards me and cradled me in his arms. I had no idea what we were, but I knew that whenever I thought about never seeing Torque again, I wanted to cry. I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his shirt. He still smelled like me.
“Be safe, kid,” Torque said. He planted his lips on the top of my head and kissed my hair. “I’ll be in touch, okay?”
All I could do was nod. I knew that if I opened my mouth, I’d start crying again. “Okay,” I finally replied in a shaky voice. “I promise I’ll be waiting on edge to hear from you. Please be careful, Torque. Please. Promise me.”
“I promise.” Torque grunted into my hair. He pulled away, and suddenly I felt cold; it was always surprising to me how much he managed to warm me up just by holding me.
He loped to the door and threw his leather jacket on over his T-shirt. Giving me a final wave, he opened the door and then left. I stood in one place for a long time, listening to his footsteps until I couldn’t hear them anymore. Then I ran to the window and pressed my face up against the glass.
“Torque!” I called out, but he didn’t turn around. Pressing my face against the glass, I watched as my breath turned it white. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked hastily in an attempt to stop them, but it was no use.
Torque was gone, and I might never see him again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Torque
Leaving Lily was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I couldn’t be honest with her about how much danger I was putting myself in. I knew that the gang would likely leave her alone now, provided I was able to let the boss know what Peyton really thought of him.
As I drove downtown, the anxiety started building in my stomach. Even though Lily’s sweet little body had taken my mind off the danger at hand, sex was only good for so much. Stop it, Torque. This is no time to be distracted by the pussy.
I had no idea what the ol
d man at the bar would say to me when I showed up. He certainly wasn’t expecting to see me again, and with good reason; I had a feeling that most of the people who met the famed Manticore face-to-face didn’t walk away with all of their limbs.
And it was funny, after all: I’d been working with Peyton for over a year and still hadn’t had any clue that he was the one responsible. It made my blood boil to think of how he’d tricked me and used me. He probably had spent the entire time of our “friendship” laughing behind my back.
I had to shake my head to rid myself of the anger. I could have killed him and not thought twice about it. Hopefully, that was the exact thing I’d be doing later that night.
“Old man,” I called out, slamming open the door of the bar. It bounced against the wall with a loud crack, and the bartender winced. When he realiTorque it was me, his look of annoyance turned to one of fear. “It’s been a while,” I said gaily. “I need your help again, you piece of shit.”