Page 31 of The Devil's Revelation
FOURTEEN
TORQUE
She’s my new favorite treat, and I don’t think I’ll ever be sated with just one taste.
She tastes like beer and sin, and I want to drink her down until I’m drunk and sated. Her lips are soft and warm under mine, and though she should probably push me away, she moans softly and kisses me back. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck and pull me closer.
It’s been torture watching her all night. The way she smiles, the way she laughs. I wanted to taste her lips, to feel her flush against me since she walked through the door. We had that brief time on the dance floor, but it wasn’t enough. Now, I have her where I want her, and I plan on getting my fill.
Our mouths move together, my tongue sliding seductively along her lower lip before slipping inside her mouth to taste her. She gives a soft sigh, her nails digging into the nape of my neck. It’s like she doesn’t want me to stop, and I’m more than happy to oblige her.
The world fades around us, and she is the only thing I can see. Touch. Taste. Savor. My hands move from the car and grip her, holding her hips steady as I change the angle of the kiss. She meets me head on, both of us falling into the heat and sensation of our mouths moving together.
“Izzy,” I murmur against her lips, nipping it when she refuses to let me pull away.
She gasps softly, then moans when I take charge of the kiss. A kiss that quickly goes from exploration to pure need and the drive to possess. To command and claim. She groans into my mouth, her hand moving into my hair and gripping the strands tight. I give a low growl in my throat as I move my hands from her hips to her ass, using them to hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her back against the car.
I should probably be worried about someone coming up on us in a parking lot, but that is the farthest thing from my mind. The only thing I want right now is to make sure Izzy realizes I’m the only one she wants. The only one she needs. No one will ever kiss her this way. Never make her feel the heat that burns between us.
I groan when she moves her hips and presses her center against the hard bulge in my jeans. “Yes, Izzy,” I rasp, pulling my mouth away from hers, panting. “Feel what you do to me. What I can give you.”
“Torque,” she gasps out, hands clenching in my hair and legs tightening harder around me. She yanks my mouth back down to hers and I’m more than happy to oblige. I want her wild, needy, desperate. I want it all. My hands mould her ass, feeling the firm globes in the palms of my hands.
I press her as tight to the car as I can, my cock pressed against the heat of her. I curse the fact that we have so much fabric between us. I wrench my mouth away from hers. “Are you wet for me, Izzy?” I whisper in her ear, nipping along the line of her throat. She makes a noise in her throat in answer. “Tell me, Izzy,” I order. “If I put my hand down your panties right now, would you soak my fingers? Be perfectly hot and wet?”
“Find out for yourself,” she gasps out, arching into me, when I jerk slightly in surprise at her answer.
I pull back and look down at her, staring into her hazy eyes. The need and lust in them is my undoing. I adjust her in my arms, holding her with my hips and one arm around her to keep her steady. The other one I move between us, quickly undoing her jeans and pulling the zipper down as far as I can. I can’t see what color her underwear is in the dark but when I slide my finger along the waistband, I can tell they’re cotton and not the lace that most women around the clubhouse wear.
Not that I’m disappointed. I want what’s underneath more than the packaging. I slide my fingers down below the band, through a small patch of curls and down to the wet heat that calls me. I groan at the feel of her on my fingers as I explore her folds, making her gasp and arch into my touch. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I groan.
“Torque,” she moans, arching into my touch.
“That’s right, Izzy, say my name,” I grit out, pressing my fingers to her clit and rubbing it slowly, watching as her mouth falls open in surprise and pleasure. The angle is awkward, but I don’t give a shit. I want to see her fall, to hear her scream my name for the entire bar to hear.
She squirms against me, bucking and arching her hips as much as she can. I press my body in tighter to hers, holding her steady against the car, making her accept the onslaught I’m giving her. I drag my fingers down to her center, thrusting a finger inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I hiss as I move my finger.
“Torque, please,” she hisses, clenching around me. “I’m so close. Please.”
I’d love to draw this out, but the chances of someone walking up on us is pretty high. Twisting my hand, I press a second finger inside her, put my thumb on her clit and work her up. Giving her so much pleasure that her head thrashes against the car.
There is nothing sexier than seeing a woman on the verge of surrendering. Izzy is the sexiest of them all. Her face is flushed, her eyes closed, and her lips open as she tries to pull in each breath. I want to see her exactly like this, but spread out in my bed, her blonde hair fanning around her, and her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I want to feel her inner walls clamping down on my cock instead of my fingers, and I want to make her scream my name.
I feel the telltale fluttering of her inner walls as she nears her climax, and whisper, “Yes, Izzy. Come for me. Now. Give it to me.” I move my fingers as fast as I can, watching her through lust filled eyes.
Her entire body shudders with her orgasm, and I quickly take her mouth, drinking down her scream of pleasure, muffling it. I growl into her mouth as her body clenches around my fingers before she slowly comes down. My cock is so damn hard I’m shocked it hasn’t busted its way from beneath my zipper yet. My balls are heavy, but I know I’m not going to get any relief tonight.
This is about Izzy, and making sure she knows how much I want her. Slowly, I pull my fingers out of her. I bring them to my mouth, running my tongue over them, tasting her. She watches me with sated eyes, and I groan as her spicy taste fills my mouth. “Next time, I’m going to taste you the way I want, Izzy,” I rasp as I look down into her eyes. “And next time, you’re going to be spread out in my bed and able to scream my name.”
She blinks at me, still saying nothing. Not wanting reality to interfere in this moment yet, I lean down and take her mouth, but this time it’s a slow kiss, and over far quicker than I want. The sound of the bar door slamming shut brings us both back to the parking lot. Izzy immediately stiffens and I know the moment is over.
I untangle her legs from around me and set her back on her feet. “I’m not done, Izzy,” I warn her before stepping back. “Not by a long shot.”
“Torque,” she says, her voice husky. “I don’t—”
I shake my head, stopping her. “It’s late and you need to go home. I need to get out of here and take a cold shower. But know this. When I’m in that shower, you’ll be the one I’m thinking about while I jerk off. The images in my head will be of you tonight, legs around me, body shaking as I made you cum and cry out my name.”
