Torched_ Afterburn - Shay Mara Page 0,2

with one hand, then used his massive frame to nudge me forward. Before I could figure out his intentions, he’d pinned me against the rear outer wall of the bathroom.

I wasn’t sure what the point of muzzling me was—no one would hear us—but I got the feeling being overheard had nothing to do with it. We both stood still as the sirens passed by. As soon as they did, the hand across my mouth loosened a little and I took the opportunity to draw one of his fingers into my mouth. I ran my teeth across the top and the tip of my tongue along the bottom, before sucking on it seductively.

“Goddamn it,” he groaned, his cock instantly hard enough to feel against my back, “I’m supposed to be pissed here.”

He wasn’t, he knew he wasn’t. I slowly turned to face him and noticed his chest heaving, but it wasn’t from anger or frustration. He was turned on.

I caressed his beard and brushed my thumb along his lower lip. “Guess you have an executive decision to make then,” I murmured.

He clamped his fingers around my wrist. “Just so we’re clear, the state of my dick doesn’t mean I approve.”

Staring him down, I unzipped his jacket and curled my fingers over the bulge of his restricted cock. “Your disapproval is noted. Now, quit wasting this hard-on and fuck me.”

“With fucking pleasure.” He grabbed my head with one hand and crushed his lips to mine, while the other went tearing into my belt. As soon as he loosened my jeans, I pushed them down the rest of the way and kicked the denim aside. Our tongues still bringing the heat, I clawed at his buckle and zipper and had them undone in three seconds flat.

He pulled away and scooped me up by the ass, slamming my back against the wall. “I’ll admit it, you being a bad bitch turns me on,” he crowed, smoothly gliding the top of his hungry shaft up and down my slit to coat it with juices.

I nuzzled his cheek and moaned. “Show me.”

Show me he did.

With a ferocious bite to my neck and a swift thrust of his groin, Torch slammed into my core with an intensity that sent fever rippling throughout my entire body. Stroke after frenzied stroke, he pushed and pulled rhythmically against my own convulsions of ecstasy.

There was no better feeling in the world than this, no one else whose touch could make me crumble and somehow hold me together at the same time. It didn’t matter whether we were cozied up in a warm bed or ravaging each other behind an otherwise uninspiring rest stop, the electricity between us fueled my desire in a way that could never be duplicated with anyone else. What we had was more than carnal lust, it was a mutual thirst. Maybe we had some kind of fucking love diabetes because the thirst was always there.

My body responded quickly and predictably, every thrust building tension and pushing me closer to the brink of climax. I anchored myself to his broad shoulders and kicked it up a notch as desperation overcame me. “God, I can’t get enough of this shit,” I breathed.

“I’m gonna make sure you never do.” He fisted my hair and kissed me again, sending my system into overdrive.

I dug my nails into his neck. “Send me over, baby,” I pleaded.

He bit down on his lip and grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Steadying himself by placing a hand on the wood paneling above my head, he sent me right fucking over.

“Yes! God, yes!” I screamed out, my walls clamping down in a spasm of sweet release. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying every last throbbing pulse.

Torch followed almost immediately, a guttural moan escaping his throat as he filled me with his warmth.

I’d changed my mind. This was the best feeling in the world. This. These few seconds where I was in beautiful limbo between still burning hot and coming down in his tight hold.

I unhooked my legs from around his waist and slid down to my feet, but Torch stayed in place with his hand on the wall as he waited for his breathing to relax. “You’re something else, Livia Larter,” he smirked between labored breaths.

I smiled up at him and touched his flushed cheek, still mentally swimming in a pool of post-orgasm euphoria. “You’re stuck with me, Torch Larter. I love the shit out of you, baby.”

He kissed the top of my head and