Torn (The McKerricks Book 1) (10 page)

My lips follow the path of my finger tips, as I make my way along her jaw toward the first of her tattoos, the one hidden by her brunette curls behind her ear. My teeth skim softly against her skin, before biting down gently, her whole body shudders in my arms as her hands cling to my back.

Every place her hands touch burns like fire, as they make their way down my stomach to the button on my jeans. Her fingers are trembling as they frantically try to get my jeans undone.

“
No,” I growl out against the nape of her neck, as I wrap her small hands in my larger ones and push them away. “Bed.”

I scoop her up in my arms, letting her legs wrap around me, and she starts grinding her pussy against me. I can feel the heat of it through my jeans, and it makes my dick hard enough that I  might just come in my pants if I don
’t get her, both of us, naked soon. My lips are insistent on hers, and she parts easily for me. There is no resistance when we kiss anymore. She concedes willingly to my mouths demands, as I stumble toward her bedroom. My hands are on her ass, helping her grind her heat against my cock, and I’m groaning like I’m dying. I might. I might literally die from
need
.

I drop her down on the bed, her arms are above her head and she looks so open, so inviting. Her guard is down, and there is only lust in her eyes. My hands skim down the front of her body, gripping the hem of her shirt. She moves to rest her hands on mine with a shake of her head.

“Shirt stays on,” she whispers softly.

“
But there’s no buttons… how’m I supposed to get to your tits?” The after affects of the whiskey are making it hard for me to get my words out.

“
Another time Angus,” she replies with a soft sigh.

“
But-”

“
No.” This time her words are firm, and I realize that really is her limit, so with a sigh I concede.

My hands are already wrapping around her pants, and sliding them down her legs, as her body once again willing submits to me. She
’s such a tiny thing beneath me, I
know
she’s small, but as I pull her pants down it feels like her legs are miles long and every exposed inch of them is perfection. My lips run along the length of her inner thigh toward the backs of her knees, and when I get down to her ankles I give her a little nip, and her whole body jerks in response.

“
Henley, Henley…” I let out a groan, as I rub my unshaven jaw against her inner thigh. “You’re so soft, so sweet, but you never make a sound. Not one God damned sound. I want to make you scream.”

Her breathing hitches, and when my eyes meet hers she is watching me cautiously. Great now she thinks I
’m some kind of sadist. With a soft sigh I burrow my face between her thighs, closer than my face has ever been to a womans pussy, even with the separation of her panties. Call me callous as many blowjobs as I’ve gotten I’ve never wanted my face this close to a womans pussy, and no matter how bad I want a taste of Henley, I’m not ready to cross that line when I’m drunk and clumsy. So I rub the tip of my nose along the scrap of lace she calls panties. The heat is near scalding even through the lace. “So wet,” the next pass I use the broad press of my tongue, and the slow glide of pressure makes her body taut. When my mouth is over her clit, I bite her, hopefully not hard enough to hurt her, but I want her to feel me.

“
Guh,” she lets out an almost groan, as her body begins writhing beneath the pressure, and I suck her panty clad clit into my mouth, and roll it against my tongue before pulling back and looking down at her.

She has a white knuckled grip on the blanket beneath her, and every muscle in her body is pulled tight, even her jaw is clenched, no doubt trying to hold back the moan that we both know is on the tip of her tongue. With one hand I grab her wrists, holding them above her head, pinning her there, propping me up. And with the other hand I fist the tiny scrap of lace in my hand and rip it off.

It takes a little maneuvering to hold onto her while I unzip my pants, and put on a condom, but by the time I’ve got the swollen head of my dick against her slick wet pussy she is practically panting. We both are. I use my free hand, to knead her hip before I arch her body up and position her in my lap. I wrap my arm around her hips, and slowly press myself into her wet heat. Each thrust brings a gasp from our lips, as our eyes stayed locked on one another. Each thrust comes faster and deeper, as my body takes control.

“…
-” her words are too soft to garbled for me to decipher them, as I fuck her harder. I know that in the morning she will feel me. She will feel what I have done to her. With every move she makes she will feel me. “Top, I want to be on top,” she finally manages to stutter out.

My body stills above her, leaving her writhing, her eyes wild like an animals.
“You’re not going to run are you?”

“
No… just… please?”

With a sigh I unwrap her wrists, but I keep her hips pressed tightly against mine as I roll us both over until I
’m on my back and her small form covers me. I keep my hands on her hips and I guide her as she begins rocking against me. She starts out slow, so painstakingly slow. Too slow. Even as she speeds up, even as her body begins trembling above me it isn’t enough. I use my grip on her hips to drive her down with every thrust of my hips, her green eyes snap to mine, and her hands tighten against my chest. Every sensation is focused in my dick, and I don’t feel her nails dragging through the skin on my chest, all I feel is her. Around me. Enveloping me. I sit up, pressing my lips fervently against her lips, parting them with my tongue.

She pulls back with a fervent gasp, wrapping her arms around my back, grinding her hips against every thrust, pushing us further and further to a point of no return.

“Ah-”  she moans the words softly, and the sound almost undoes me. Her lips begin to move against my skin, and it isn’t long before she is doing more than whispering the words, she’s screaming them. “-nor… Con…nor… Connor!”

She
’s moaning my name, screaming my name, as her body clenches, her pussy throbbing tightly around my cock as she comes. Mine. I did that to her. I pushed her to the point where she lost control. With a grin and a groan I let go, and fall over the edge with her. It’s like everything I’ve ever felt, everything I’m feeling now, explodes out of me with a groan, as Henley and I collapse with an exhausted groan against the bed. She’s soft, pliable and trembling in my arms, but I need to get up. I know I need to get up. So shakily I draw myself away from where I want to be, and stumble toward the bathroom.

“
Stay there,” I tell her before I slip inside her bathroom.

I toss the used rubber in the trash, before checking myself out in the mirror. I look savage like a wild thing. Like Henley looked on top of me. With a groan I rummage through her cabinets, until I find I wash cloth and run it under the hot water. Thankfully the aftereffects of the whiskey have burned off, and I
’m able to focus on what needs doing  without stumbling too much.

My legs feel like jell-o as I stumble out of the bathroom with the warm rag in hand. Henley hasn
’t moved, she is still curled on her side, her body trembling with aftershocks. I climb onto the bed with her, roll her onto her back, and spread her legs. I use the cloth to gently wipe away the residue of sex.  I have never stuck around after sex long enough to do this for anyone. It’s more… intimate than I would have imagined. Me kneeling naked and sated between her thighs. Her green eyes are watching me closely like she just doesn’t know how to let go and trust me. When I’m done and she is all cleaned up, I toss the rag aside and curl up behind her, pulling the blanket around us. My large body dwarfs hers, and she easily curls into my arms, and we both slip away.

Chapter 10

When I open my eyes it
’s dark, there is no singing from the kitchen, and no smells of food. Henley is still curled in a ball on her side, wrapped safely in my arms. She looks so peaceful there. There isn’t a curious worried arch to her brows. Her lips aren’t drawn into a frown. Her face is relaxed, it’s a beautiful look for her, one I want to keep on her face.

She arches her back, pressing her ass against my morning stiffy, which is of course hard as a rock.
“Always hard with you, what are you doing to me. It’s good luck that we don’t work together, would be impossible to get anything done walking around with this all day.”

“
Mhmm,” she murmurs sleepily, rolling where I was laying as I sit up.

I slide my hand between her thighs, and she parts easily for me. Her eyes are slits watching me, but I know she isn
’t awake. Not enough to remember.

My index finger slides down through the lips of her pussy stroking at her core. She arches her body into the touch and when I pull away my finger is slick with her juices.

“What a greedy little cunt you have.”

She lets out a soft laugh, a sigh almost.
“Not as greedy as your cock.” The member in question twitches at the sound of cock on her lips. Perfect dainty lips. An angels lips. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that would pass her lips, and it drags a smile to my face.

“
Are you sure lover?” I slide my finger back through her folds, before slowly sliding it into her. With each thrust of my fingers, her hips rise to meet me, begging for more, so I add a second finger and then a third. I press them in far enough that her clit is resting against the palm of my hand, and she is writhing against it. “You feel wet and greedy too me.”

“
Only you… only you make me like this… only you make me forget,” she murmurs her eyes closing. This little bit of words causes a shiver to run through me, and I know she isn’t awake.
I know
. Because only when her guard is down would Henley let anything personal slip like that.

“
Forget what lover?”

“
Forget… that I fear the dark,” she moans softly as her body begins to arch up. “Now hurry up and get on with it, if you don’t put your cock in soon you’ll be out of luck.”

With a soft laugh I tuck the confession away for later, and begin moving  my hands a little faster, using my thumb to rub against her clit. Bowing her body up against me.
“I don’t intend to ‘put my cock in” lover. I want to watch. I want to see. To touch. I don’t want my own pleasure to interfere with the experience.  I just… want to watch you
feel
me.”

She moans without a hint of hesitation, her hips rolling in time with my hand. And I can tell she isn
’t far from the edge. With one last stuttered gasp, her body bows up off the bed, and I keep my fingers burrowed deep inside her, stroking the orgasm out of her. When the spasms finally stop, her body collapses back to the bed in a huff.

“
Looks like you’re out of luck,” she murmurs rolling onto her stomach with a contented sigh.

I lean back with a laugh, and bring my sex slicked fingers to my lips. I can still feel the residual heat of being buried inside her. I run my tongue along my fingers testing the taste. Just like the rest of her. Sweet. Perfect. A heady mix of everything a female should be.

I should have tasted her last night. I should have
devoured
her. Devoured her without that useless scrap of lace in the way.  With a sigh I drag myself out of the bed and toward the bathroom.

It doesn
’t take me long to get dressed, before I make my way back to the bedroom and watch her. She’s sleeping so peacefully. The sight brings a smile to my face. I pull a business card out of my wallet, and write my cell number under my name, before leaving it on the nightstand.

“
Call me little author,” I murmur softly as I kiss her exposed ear, letting my lips and tongue trail gently against her skin. “We could be so good together you and I.”

“
Mmm,” she hums in her sleep burrowing further under the blankets.

I pull out my cell as I leave her room and call Micky.

“Boss.”

“
Micky I need a ride.”

“
O’course you do, you’re in the middle of nowhere. I’m at the store in town, does your royalship need anythin’? A bagel perhaps?”

“
No I… well, a couple of gallons of chunky monkey ice cream would be great,” I reply smiling into the receiver.

“
Uhh… okay… I’ll… be right there then.”

I snap the phone closed and walk toward the front door, when Mr. Darcy who thankfully kept his ugly mug invisible for the night stares me down at the door. With a sigh I let the ugly thing out the door to handle his business. When he
’s done he tosses me a superior look before trotting back into the house and straight toward Henley’s room.

“
I’m beginning to hate that thing,” I say to myself with a sigh as I wait on the porch for Micky.

It isn
’t long before the crunch of tires on the gravel signals the Bentleys arrival. Micky climbs out of the driver seat with a bag full of ice cream, and I take it inside and safely stow it in the freezer. I don’t know Henley well but I know that it
should
bring a smile to her face.