Torn (41 page)

He parked up on the Red Mountain
lot, where we’d first gone to third base, both of us still buzzing from his
win, not to mention the interest of the talent scouts who’d turned up to check
him and Saunders out. His dreams were less than two years away, and the thought
had overridden his nerves and driven him to do his best. His swagger and
confidence were back.

He hitched himself over his seat,
landing ungainly on the back seat and making me squeal as he virtually dragged
me over to join him. He positioned me on my knees, straddling his lap as I bent
my head to kiss him, carefully avoiding the low roof. His tongue was forcefully
plunging into my mouth, almost fucking it, his enthusiasm boundless. We hadn’t
had sex since our first time, the night his mom had died, and I knew this was
going to be a fast and frantic fuck. Both of us were desperate.

“Jesus,” he hissed as his hands
slid up my black wool skirt to grip my ass. “You did as I asked, no panties.”

“I did,” I confirmed as I moved
to kiss his neck.

“You sat there for the whole
game, next to your damn parents, my brother, and JT and his wife, with no
panties on, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed, never feeling
more wanton than I had tonight. Seeing Nate in his uniform, his tight ass as he
bent over, feeling the love from the crowd for him, noticing the admiring looks
from all of the women and knowing he’d be sliding his cock inside me when the
game was over, had been such a turn-on. I could feel how swollen and wet I was
without even touching myself. “And no bra either,” I confirmed, nipping his
earlobe as he groaned.

Seconds later, my skirt was shoved
up to my waist and he was hauling my Rebels’ sweatshirt over my head, his lips
homing in on my hardened nipples in an instant. I clutched his head to my
breast as I circled myself, grinding my throbbing pussy against his jeans,
desperate for some relief. When I found his erection, I slowly rubbed myself up
and down it, mewling as sparks of heat radiated out.

“Get up on the back of the seat
behind you,” he ordered gruffly as he sucked his way off my nipple, tugging and
stretching it to an extreme, making me cry out before he let it go. I scrambled
backward, parking the edge of my ass smack-dab in the middle. “Grab the straps on
either side of you.”

I did as I was told, reaching up
to thread each of my hands through them, licking my lips as he unbuttoned his
jeans and wrestled his erection out from his boxers, the silver of his piercing
glittering in the moonlight. He slid forward on the backseat and lifted up each
of my ankles, then encouraged me to drape my legs over his shoulders as he
brought his mouth closer to me. My eyes were wide as I gazed down at him, at
the burning in his eyes as he blew on me. I gasped and everything below my
navel clenched as his warm breath stimulated me. He slowly stuck out his tongue
and dragged the tip through my folds, groaning as he gathered my arousal on it,
then licked his lips.

“Give me you over a beer to
celebrate a win any day,” he murmured, as he dove back in for more.

“I’ll … second that,” I panted,
as I flexed my hips, riding his tongue as he started to lap at me in earnest,
his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he worked. “Oh God, Ace, I want you
so badly. I need you inside me.”

“One orgasm first, baby,” he
demanded, his tongue slipping inside me to pump a few times as I shook with anticipation.
“You know I’m gonna come fast, it’s been so long. I don’t want you feeling let
down.”

“I never feel let down, Nate,
you’re amazing. Oh crap,” I squealed as he sucked my clit, ramming a few
fingers up inside me and raking over my g-spot, making me contract around him.

I’d masturbated for quite a while
before I’d met Nate, but even though I thought I knew my body and how to get
myself off, nothing compared to his fingers, tongue, or cock. He’d been right,
he’d ruined masturbating for me now, as it was a far inferior reaction. He
pulled his wet fingers out of me, offering me one to suck as his other hand
reached down to stroke his cock. He groaned as I worked it like I would if I
was going down on him. He yanked his finger out of my mouth and sucked the rest
of them clean himself before swirling his middle finger, prickling the nerves
around my entrance, soaking him as my body continued to react to his
attentions. I quivered and gave him a wide-eyed and slack-jawed look as he
slowly dragged that finger backward and started to circle my asshole.

“Nate?”

“First my finger, then my tongue,
and one day my cock, baby,” he informed me gruffly as he suddenly slipped it
inside me, my rosebud flowering open as he went knuckle deep.

“Nate!” I screamed with surprise,
shocked at the crackle of response from my nerves back there, and he gave me
his cocky grin.

“You’ll love it, almost as much
as me.”

“You …
sonofabitch
,” I
hissed, furious that he hadn’t given me any warning. He chuckled as he slowly
slid it out almost all of the way, then made me moan with pleasure as he thrust
forward again. He nipped my clit between his teeth and set to work getting me
off so fast, I barely even had time to enjoy it before I was releasing the
leather straps and being hauled back down onto his lap, gripping his shoulders
as he positioned himself. “I don’t … I don’t know what I’m doing up here,” I
confirmed as I looked down at him, still fully dressed, his face buried in my
cleavage as he bit my breast and sucked, marking it again. He raised his gaze
to mine, a soft look filling his eyes at the reminder that this was all still
so new to me. He’d been on top the first time, we hadn’t tried any other
positions.

“I’ll help you,” he nodded as he
pushed my hips down, forcing my pussy to eat him whole as I slid down his
shaft. My head dropped back as I moaned, feeling the heat of his skin, the
coolness of that piercing, that delicious stretch of my muscles, but God, he
felt like he was in so much deeper like this. I lifted myself up a fraction,
trying to get used to the feeling of fullness again after so long. “That’s it,
now push down. All you have to do is rise and fall, change it up by thrusting
your pelvis back and forth, or circling your hips from time to time, and you’ve
totally mastered the cowgirl, baby.”

“Like this?” I asked, as I tried
each of the moves in turn.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hands
curving around my hips to help me move faster. “Jesus, you’re so tight I’m not
going to last long. Come on, baby, let me see those gorgeous tits of yours
bounce as you ride me,” he urged.

It was over in minutes, a fast
and powerful orgasm claiming us both as the windows fogged up, and we clung to each
other, Nate still buried deep inside me, as we rode out the euphoria of our
release after so long.

“God I love you, so much,” he
murmured, as he peppered my neck and cheek in kisses. “Move in with me, to the
loft.”

“Nate?” I gasped in shock and
pushed myself upright to look down at him and see if he was joking. He wasn’t.
His face was deadly serious. “Are you crazy?”

“About you, yes,” he nodded,
frowning as he tried to read my reaction.

“And I’m crazy about you too,” I
confirmed, as I clasped his face and kissed him. “But I’m only nineteen. We’ve
barely even started this relationship, and I know what would happen if I moved in.
We’d be having sex all of the time.”

“And where’s the downside to that?”
he grinned, his sexy dimple coming out to play.

“My studying is really important
to me, and so is yours, you need your degree to fall back on one day. I’d never
get through it if I had you to distract me all of the time. Plus, I only do a
few shifts at Joelle’s, I couldn’t afford to pay you a share of the rent and utilities.”

“You wouldn’t need to, Sky. I can
cover that, and if I know you, you’d repay us by taking care of us and cooking.
And before you ask, that’s not why I’ve asked you.”

“You sure?” I teased.

“It’s getting harder and harder
to walk away from you, Sky. Is it so wrong to want to wake up in the morning
with my arms around my girl?”

“No, because I feel the same,
Nate, but it’s too soon. How about I agree to stay over Friday and Saturday
nights? We can talk about it again at the end of the year.”

“Sky,” he grumbled, looking every
bit a sulky teen instead of the mature twenty-one-year-old I knew.

“Pops is really starting to like
you, but he’d flip out if I said we were rushing this. It’s important to me
that we do this slowly, do it right, have the support of my parents behind us.
Please, Nate. It’s a start, forward progress without going all in.”

He groaned as I gave him my best
pout, then closed his eyes with a nod of agreement.

“Starting tonight?” he asked
without opening them, his voice full of hope.

“Next Friday,” I countered,
kissing him quickly to stop him from objecting.

Sky

Friday Night - Late March

I took a gulp of my sparkling apple
juice as I stared out of the window of The Vegas Domville’s Signature suite. As
if the luxury in this place wasn’t mind blowing enough, the view was to die
for. Nate’s friend, Griffin, was heir to one of Vegas’s biggest commercial
realtors. His dad had apparently negotiated the contract for the piece of land
that The Domville and its golf course had been built on, so when Griffin asked
if he could host a spring break party, his dad had offered to pay and
negotiated a good deal with Mr. Domville himself. So here we were, the entire
baseball team, all of their girlfriends and extended friends, including me,
Josh, and Billy, not to mention the groupies.

It was like I’d walked into a pool
party at the Playboy Mansion when we’d arrived. Busty blondes with overinflated
tits and silicone asses and lips were draping themselves all over the guys.
Nate had shrugged a couple off as we’d squeezed our way through to the bar,
complete with bar staff in full uniformed attire. He’d given them a bottle of
the Martinelli’s apple and pear juice for me, complete with a combination
bottle stopper. After the incident during orientation week, he didn’t want to
take any chances.

Josh and Billy were horrified to
have been carded, so they were on water. They were busy checking out the
six-bedroom suite. It even had a separate dining room, office, gym, and a
balcony with its own splash pool and hot tub, with magnificent views down the
Strip. The hot tub was already full of people making out. I dreaded to think
what the sperm count of that bubbling water would be by the time the night was
over.

“Hey, baby,” Nate purred as he
snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist to palm my stomach as he
nosed through my hair to kiss my neck. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Hmmm, waiting for my gorgeous
boyfriend to arrive. He’ll knock you out cold if he finds you touching me,” I
teased, settling back against his warm body.

“Have I told you how damn sexy
you look in that outfit?” he growled in my ear, grinding his erection into my
backside as if he wanted to prove the point.

“Uh-huh,” I smiled, catching his
predatory gaze in the reflection of the vast floor-to-ceiling window. “But I
don’t mind you telling me again, or showing your appreciation for it later.”

“We may be blowing this party off
early,” he chuckled as he slid his hands up higher, giving my nipples a tweak.

“Play your cards right and I
might be blowing you, too,” I winked, giving him a suggestive smile. He groaned
and closed his eyes, then bit on my neck, forcing me to tip my head to the side
to let him get right in that spot I loved so much. I’d known my new outfit
would slay him. Pretty much as it had Pops, but in a different
give-him-a-heart-attack kind of way. It was a bright red bodycon dress, cut mid-thigh,
with a plunging front and back and long sleeves. I’d teamed it with black lace-topped
hold-ups and my black lace-up high-heeled shoe-boots. Tomboy Torres had taken
semi-retirement, this was Seductive Sky in full effect, complete with black
sultry eyes and a slutty red lipstick. I felt good, and Nate’s hard reaction
against my ass felt even better.

“Are you wearing panties tonight,
baby? I couldn’t see a panty line and I was looking pretty damn hard,” he breathed
in my ear. I finished my juice and set the glass down on the marble armoire in
front of me, then spun around in his arms, clasping my hands behind his neck.

“That’s for me to know and you to
find out, Ace Hudson,” I smiled.

“Who is this mistress of sex and
what has she done with my sweet girlfriend?” he inquired, cocking a brow as he
grinned lasciviously.

“My alter-ego, who I’m going to
let out to play now and again. But don’t get used to her, I’m still a jeans and
tee, no makeup kind of girl under all of this.”

“And that’s the girl I fell in
love with,” he responded, giving me a slow, gentle kiss. “But I’m not going to
object to you sexing it up from time to time.”

“And I won’t object to you
dressing up in your baseball outfit, or those sexy tight jeans you wear in the
garage, next time I sleep over.”

He grinned and nodded his
consent, making me giggle. God, the nights I’d dreamed of him dragging me into
the dugout and fucking me up against the wall, wearing just his tight white
pants and those socks, and maybe his baseball cap facing the wrong way. I’d
want his chest bare, though. I loved to run my hands over his chest.

“Pervert,” he laughed, making me
blush. He could always read my mind. “So, we’ve been dating for four months and
the question of whether you can dance has never come up.”

“Oh, I can dance, the question is
can you?” I challenged.

“Baby, if you think I look sexy
working on my car with my coveralls rolled down, or in those super-tight jeans with
grease on my buff body, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he chuckled. He grabbed my
hand and tugged me toward the center of the lounge where the sofas had been moved
back to create a temporary dance floor, pulsating music pounding through the
sound system that was wired up to the whole suite.

“Can you add that outfit to my
fantasy list as well?” I asked, feeling my nipples stiffen at the thought of
seeing him like that again. I’d gotten the odd glimpse on a Saturday as I
waited on those four groupies, who ignored me and panted over him as he worked
across the street. But I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing him dressed, or
undressed, like that up close and personal for some time.

“Anything to keep that look in
your eye,” he winked, as he spun around and yanked me against him, thrusting
one of his firm thighs between my legs as he grabbed my ass with one hand and
palmed my back with the other.

“Oh,” I exclaimed as he started
to move on the spot, pulling me with him, my pussy rubbing against his thigh. I
reached up to clasp the back of his powerful shoulder blades.

“Your tits look great in that
dress, your ass too,” he murmured against my lips as we gyrated to the sexy
sound of
Pillowtalk
by Zayn. “Tonight I’m using my tongue on it.”

“Jesus,” I mewled, as I quickly
looked around to see if anyone was listening, but they were all too focused on
getting hot and bothered themselves. Nate laughed and dipped me backward,
leaning over me to lick from between my breasts and up my neck to kiss my
exposed throat. I was putty in his hands. He was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever
laid eyes on, buff, sexy, attentive, and loving, with the softest and sweetest
cookie-dough center when it came to me. There wasn’t a part of him that I
wasn’t in love with. He yanked me back up, bruising my lips as he ravaged my
mouth with a brutal kiss.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’ve
gotten me so hot, I need to go and use the bathroom to blow off some steam.”

“Want me to come lend a hand, or
a mouth?” I whispered.

“Hell yeah, I want it, but I’m
not gonna let you do it. This place is full of girls willing to drop to their
knees for a guy they met five minutes ago, I don’t want anyone thinking of you
like that.”

“Nate,” I sighed, shaking my head
at him. “We know better.”

“I know,” he shrugged, leaning in
to whisper in my ear. “But you know what you’re like when you’re down there,
those sexy ‘hmmms’ you make as I’m thrusting into your mouth, the ‘Oh Nate,
you’re so big and hard’ cries as you’re tonging my slit or balls.
Those
sounds are just for my ears, baby. No one but me, got it?”

“Got it,” I giggled. I forgot
funny on the list of traits I loved about him. He was so possessive and
protective, and I found it quite funny. Like I’d look anywhere else when I had
him.

“Come on, I’m not leaving you
unattended while I’m busy.” He weaved his fingers between mine, zigzagging our
way through the crowds. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his butt as he walked
ahead. He was in his tight gray jeans, his black boots, and one of those sexy
white fitted Henley shirts, rolled at the sleeves. Talk about me wearing something
form fitting. With his leather cuff and that masculine ring I’d given him, he
looked sizzling. We found Billy and Josh out on the balcony of the master suite,
so Nate left me with them as he went in search of a free bathroom, the strain
of needing to come written all over his face.

“Sky!” Josh waved me over and
gave me a look as he flicked his eyes over to where Billy was roaring with
laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothing. He’s pissed. Managed to
find someone to buy him some beers.”

“And you passed up the chance?”

“Hey, I got drunk at a party once
when I was seventeen, Nate dragged me out and I ended up throwing up all over
his dashboard. I was in the doghouse for months, so not going there again when
I’m getting a lift in his car,” he laughed, holding his hands in the air.

“Wow, he’d have been so pissed at
you,” I agreed.

“Anyway, after seeing what it did
to Ma, I can quite happily go without.”

“I think I’m gonna hurl,” Billy
moaned. I shook my head and moved next to him in the corner of the balcony,
where he was resting his arms on the glass balustrade, his head hanging over
the side, a dizzying drop below.

“Want some water, Billy?” I
asked, rubbing his back. I was still angry at the lack of support he and his
mom had shown Nate and Josh and I’d decided I was going to have words with him
about it, but not when he was drunk and unlikely to remember.

“Yeah,” he groaned. I gave Josh a
look and he sighed.

“Fine, I’ll get it, just don’t go
anywhere, and make sure he doesn’t go over the edge. This family’s had enough
bad luck to last us a lifetime.”

“Come on, Billy, stand up for me.
Let’s lean you back on the wall, where it’s safer,” I coaxed as I gently tugged
on his arm. He didn’t put up any resistance as I turned him around and propped him
up, shaking my head to see the glazed and unfocused look in his eyes. “Why do
you do this?” I asked as I leaned my shoulder on the wall next to him. It
wasn’t the first time he’d snagged some beers.

“Why not?” he shrugged. “Makes
the night more fun when you have no chance of pulling any girls.”

“You’ll find someone one day.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed,
pushing himself off the wall and rounding on me. I turned and pressed my back
against the wall to face him as he swayed. “With this face? I’ve got no chance
when I’m up against Nate or Josh, have I?”

“You’re not up against them,
Billy.”

“I was for you, and you picked
him,” he bit angrily. “And if you hadn’t, you’d have picked Josh. I wasn’t even
in the running, was I?”

“Billy,” I sighed, feeling
relieved to see Nate and Saunders step out onto the balcony. I smiled as he
caught my eye, then reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear, licking my lower
lip at the delicious sight of him. “You know how fond I am of you. When you’re
not in one of your moods, you have a great personality and sense of humor. It’s
not all about looks.”

“Easy for you to say when you’re
dating
Nate Hudson
, Boulder City’s own resident hunk!” he slurred,
sticking his hands on either side of my shoulders as he thrust his head
forward. Jesus, his breath smelled of beer. “What did he have that I didn’t,
besides his looks, huh?”

“I had instant chemistry with
him, Billy,” I said honestly, giving a gentle nod over Billy’s shoulder when
Nate mouthed “Ok?” at me with a concerned look on his face. “An immediate
attraction.”

“Like I feel with you. I bet if I
kissed you, you’d feel it too,” he murmured. Before I knew what was happening,
his lips were on mine, his heavy body collapsing against me, pinning me to the
wall. I didn’t even have a chance to react and push him off me before he was
hauled off by the scruff of his neck by a furious-looking Nate, who spun him
around and slammed him up against the wall, ramming his forearm across Billy’s
chest.

“Don’t you
ever
touch my
girl again, Billy,” he roared, “or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Bring her out looking like a whore
and she’ll get treated like one,” Billy hissed, making me gasp and cover my
mouth as Nate’s face turned puce with anger.