Several minutes passed as Torin ravished my mouth, and I gave as good as I got. By the time he pulled his lips from mine, we were both breathing heavily, and laying his forehead against mine, he growled, “Fuck, Marl.”
I didn’t like the separation, and lifting my arms, I grasped his head pulling his mouth back to mine. Tongue dancing enticingly against his lips, I laved them, tasting, sipping, feeding off his taste: whiskey, cigarettes, some kind of spice and—mother of God—one-hundred percent, utterly male.
With a groan, his lips became desperate, hungry against mine before, baring his teeth, he bit down on my bottom lip, sucking and nipping at its fullness, urging me to open to him. A moan burst forth from my mouth, and opening, I gave him the access he sought. Thrusting his tongue inside, he began stroking and sucking—an erotic dance ensuing between our tongues as they mated in sensual ecstasy. For minutes on end our mouths made love, hot, erotic and soul-stripping.
Breathing harsh, I squirmed beneath him, and rising up onto his knees, he stripped the t-shirt he wore the rest of the way off, then grasping the bottom of mine, he began tugging. Sitting up, I helped him take it off, and as it cleared my head, Torin’s eyes dropped to my bare breast, another groan slipping loose of his throat, before filling his hands with their fullness, he brought his head down, pulling a hardened peak into his mouth. I could feel his tongue circling the nipple as he sucked at the peak and the feel of his administrations set my core alight. Rising to my own knees, I gave him better access to my breast, as hand lifting, I pulled loose the button on his jeans, then with a gentle tug, I pulled free the remaining four buttons of his fly.
As he moved to the other breast, I grasped either side of the waist of his jeans and began pushing them lower on his hips, working them downward until I freed his erection. Grasping his cock, I began stroking, my movements slow, evocative.
Lifting his mouth from my breast, he raised his head, gazing into my face, his pupils were enlarged, almost covering the irises, as grabbing me about the waist, he began to scoot us up on the bed until my head rested near the headboard. Then slipping his fingers beneath the waist of my jean shorts, he popped the button loose, slowly easing the zipper down as well. Afterward, we helped one another remove the remainder of our clothing.
When we were both naked, his gaze ran over the length of me, then with his breathing ragged, he husked, “Trust me?”
With my nod, he slid from the bed, making his way across the room toward his dresser, my eyes followed him, appreciative of his tight ass, the sculpted curve of his back and shoulders. He was absolutely gorgeous. And as he turned to face me, there was no denying his arousal, nor the fact he was well endowed, for his cock thrust outward, long, thick and hard. Though I was already wet at the sight, I grew more aroused. Shifting my hips, I drew my knees up, squeezing my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache between them.
God, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life, and unable to draw my eyes away from Torin as he climbed back on the bed, I gazed into his hot, hungry eyes as holding up a necktie, he husked, “I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard, princess. You okay with that?”
Holy Mary, Mother of God! He was going to do WHAT?! My breathing began pulling through my mouth like I'd been running a marathon. HOLY—FUCK! I’d had fantasies about him doing this very thing and became so turned on, I could only manage “Mm-hmm.”
Sliding a leg over my waist, he straddled my hips, as taking my wrists in his hand, he wrapped the tie around both wrists. I could feel his lubrication dripping onto my stomach, his body trembling with his need as he groaned, “You, have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you. How many socks, shirts, or whatever the fuck I could get my hands on, I've soaked in cum as I jacked off to those and other fantasies I’ve had about you…”
My body was vibrating with my own need as Torin tied my wrists to the headboard, then placed a kiss on my nose. After a butterfly brush across my lips, he continued to make his way downward, applying tiny kisses across my collarbone, and as he ran his tongue across the curve of my breast, my ribs, I reminded myself, BREATHE...in, out, in, out. Goosebumps broke out across my flesh as his tongue journeyed onward, landing on my hip bone. There, he seared my skin with another slow sensuous swipe, before moving downward, he applied his lips to the flesh of my thigh. Kissing his way down its length, he moved on to my calf, and from there, he continued to leave a blazing trail until he reached the top of my foot. Grasping my ankle between his hands, he tugged, urging me to open my thighs to him.
Afterward, pulling the leg toward him and into his lap, he slipped another tie around my ankle. I gasped, uttering a hoarse cry when it slammed into me exactly what he was doing. Then, with his voice husky, he picked back up his words of earlier about his fantasies, as he murmured, “Now—” Again, he fell silent as he fastened the tie to the foot-board, before picking back up with a guttural groan of, “—I have no intention of using anything but you to cum in for the next several hours…that is after I lick up every bit of that sweet nectar you're dripping for me.”
I couldn’t help myself, I began to whimper and shift on the bed as he slid within the v of my legs, where grasping the other ankle, he moved it, spreading me wide before him, at the same time he stilled my movements by slipping the last tie in place and fastening it to the other side of the foot-board. Afterward, stretching out full length between my thighs, he made a slow sensuous slide of his tongue up my folds, groaning, “God, you taste like fucking wonderland."
With a dip of his tongue into the crease between my folds, he began an erotic dance that had me panting and screaming with arousal as I tugged at the restraints that held me to the bed. The intensity he brought forth was extreme, acute. A sensation so overwhelming, I was begging for him to stop as he brought me to the edge of no return. Wave after wave of orgasmic death hit me time and again. Afterward, I could do nothing but lay completely exhausted. Then and only then, did he lift his mouth, as rising back to his knees, he reached down and untied my feet before sliding his hands beneath my butt-cheeks, he lifted my hips into the air, then thrusting deep inside me, he hissed, “Mine...for tonight...you’re fucking mine!”
Half a dozen more times that night, Torin brought me to, and over, that fine edge of Heaven or Hell. I wasn’t sure of which, as with every swipe of his tongue, or thrust of his hips, he had me screaming and begging when the intensity of what he was making me feel became too much. By the time the sun arose the next morning, I was nothing but a trembling mass of tissue as every muscle felt overused.
We’d only just caught our breath, and sweat still slickened our bodies, when Torin's cell began to ring. Sliding from the bed, and picking up his phone, he muttered a few clipped words at the person on the other end, before, hitting the end call button, he set the phone back on his dresser.
Turning, he grabbed the cane, his limp noticeable this morning as he walked toward the connecting bathroom without a word.
A few seconds later, I heard the shower come on. Soon after, it ceased, followed by his stepping back into the bedroom, where rubbing a towel at his hair, he walked naked to the closet.
Going commando, he pulled on a pair of jeans, buttoning and zipping them after making sure everything was secure first. After tugging on a clean shirt, he walked across the room toward the doorway, where pausing, he tossed over his shoulder as he exited the room, “Pull the door shut on your way out.”
WHAT-THE-FUCK-WAS-THAT?
I was beginning to suspect Torin truly was a changeling. The man that had materialized before my eyes was the jerk-wad Satan. Well...shit! If that wasn’t a blatant, wham-bam-thank ya, ma'am, I wasn't sure of what was!
Burying my head in my hands, I uttered a muffled, frustrated scream. Abandoning myself to his expert hands, lips, and tongue last night had been easy, and I hadn’t thought twice about it. Now, however, I realized he'd used me—again.
I couldn’t help but recall the last time I’d slept in Torin's arms…in another room…in another MC clubhouse and within an instant, I was wrenching myself off the bed, my emotions in turmoil...for though I’d known I was in love with him, I’d had no idea how absolute that love was until now.
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe, and throwing on my clothes, I slammed my way out of Torin’s room. I was desperate to remove myself from anything that connected to him. In this room, he was everywhere. From the fragrance of his cologne that had continued to linger in the air even after he was gone; to the shampoo and body wash he used that scented his pillowcases and sheets. Even the damn pile of dirty clothes that resided on the corner of his bathroom floor, had been too much to bear.
I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble! The man I’d loved for over half my life, the man who I’d hoped for, dreamed of, built my every fantasy around—held my heart in his hands, and he had no idea of its tender, trembling fragility. I needed to find a way to protect it—if I didn't, he would destroy it. Last night had been a huge mistake. I knew what I needed from him, but I would never have it—his love.