Page 83 of The Devil's Revelation
“New?” he asks huskily, not moving as I run my hands down his sides and then along the waistband of his jeans. The flesh underneath quivers at the press of my fingers.
“Mhmm. See, I have this fantasy, and I think that the best way to get out of our heads is to act it out.”
“Fantasy, huh?” His eyes are hot and full of lust now, and I can feel his growing bulge between us. “Whatever you need, baby, I’m here for you.”
I smirk. “Is that right? And what if I told you that my fantasy was to be fucked on the hood of that car? Nice and slow and deep.”
A rumble rises in his chest at my words, and then he hooks his arms around my waist, lifts me up, and wraps my legs around his waist. “Then I better put the hood down,” he rasps, walking quickly towards the car behind us. Within seconds, he has the hood closed, and me sprawled out on top, my legs still clamped around his waist, and his mouth on mine.
His hands come up to cup my breasts through my thin t-shirt, and he grinds himself against my center, making me gasp. It’s like a live wire is burning inside me, and I can’t get enough. We’re grinding against each other like teenagers, heat and pleasure spurring us on. “Fuck,” Torque hisses as he pulls his mouth from mine, driving his hips against me, pleasure making his face flush and his eyes burn. “I’m going to cum in my jeans if we keep going like this, and I want to be inside you.”
He pulls completely away from me, making my legs fall against the car, but he’s not gone for long. He quickly pulls off my boots and socks, undoes my jeans, and yanks them and my panties down and off. He growls when I pull my legs up, knees bent and thighs spread. “Fuck, I want a picture of this so bad,” he groans. “I want this memory forever.”
“Do it and die,” I warn.
He chuckles, putting his hands on my thighs and pressing them down and open, spreading me like a buffet. “Then I best make sure I remember it then,” he purrs. Then he presses his mouth to my clit and I’m lost.
No fantasy could ever compare to this. Torque’s mouth has me moaning and riding his face like I’ll die if he stops. I should feel bad about what’s probably happening to the paint right now, but I don’t give a damn. This is too good. Especially when he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and sends my orgasm spiralling out of control. My scream echoes off the wall as I cum all over his face.
When he finally comes up for air, he wipes his face on my thigh and stands. He cups himself through his jeans, groaning. “That’s so hot,” he grits out. “Seeing you spread out on the hood of my car, all flushed and soft from coming.”
I give him a sated smile, and lift my hand, running it down to my clit and rolling it leisurely with my fingers. “Only thing better will be your cock inside me,” I purr, my breath catching in my throat as my muscles clench at my ministrations.
“That’s it, Izzy. Show me what you like,” he encourages, quickly unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down to mid-thigh. He grips his shaft, stroking it slowly as he watches my fingers move over my clit and then slip down to press inside.
“Torque,” I whisper, body trembling as I watch him. This is the hottest thing ever, and I don’t want to miss a second. The mushroomed head is dark and angry looking, pre-cum coating it. His breathing picks up when he runs his thumb through it, and spreads it along the head and then his shaft. My mouth waters at the sight. “I want to taste you,” I plead.
Torque groans, hand stroking faster. “As much as I would love that, I won’t last, and I want to be inside you when I cum. Get yourself off, Izzy, and then I’m going to make your fantasy come true.”
I shudder at his words, heat filling my core. I move my other hand to work my clit while I fuck myself as quickly as I can, holding his gaze the entire time. His lips lift in a snarl and he’s almost feral looking as he watches me pleasure myself. The pressure builds once again and I have to force myself not to close my eyes. Not to lose our connection.
“Now, Izzy,” he orders. “Cum for me.”
I’m helpless to do anything else. My entire body tightens, and then I’m flying over the edge, crying out his name as I shudder and quake against the hood of the car. I close my eyes, finally, and drown in the sensation. I barely hear him pushing his pants down, grabbing a condom from his pocket, and rolling it on.
Suddenly he pulls me forward, sliding me down the hood until my feet touch the ground and he’s flipping me over on my belly. “Ass up,” he orders, and I quickly comply, locking my jellied knees. “I love your ass, Izzy,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of each cheek before slapping them hard and fast with the palm of his hand, but careful to avoid the bruise.
I gasp, going up on my tiptoes. “Torque,” I moan. “Please.”
He doesn’t answer me with words, instead lining himself up and pressing slowly inside me, making me cry out with pleasure. I push back against him until he’s fully seated inside me, pressing me against the hood of the car. I’m going to have more bruises on my belly and hips from the edge of the hood, but I don’t give a damn. He feels too good.
Slowly, he starts to move, building the pressure and the desire inside me to a fever pitch. I press my hands down on the hood to hold myself steady, moaning and talking gibberish as he gives me everything I can take. Everything I want. “Yes, Izzy, just like that,” he gasps out, speeding up when I shift just a bit, changing the angle to hit the sweet spot.
“Right there, Torque,” I moan. “Yes, right there.” He’s hitting my G-spot perfectly at this angle and I can already feel my orgasm building harder and sharper than before. It might kill me when it hits me, but I don’t care. I’ll die happy.
Torque pounds faster inside me, no longer doing slow and steady. He knows I need more, and he wants more too. He bends over my back, his front pressed tight against me as he thrusts and then reaches around me to find my clit. “Need you to cum, Izzy,” he rasps, moving his fingers fast and hard against my already sensitive nub. “Not gonna last much longer.”
“Torque. Torque.” His name is a mantra as he takes me harder and faster with each stroke. The combination of him hitting my G-spot and working my clit has the wave inside me swelling so large I’m briefly afraid for a moment before it bursts, and I do the one thing I never thought possible. I squirt all over him as he fucks me.
“Yes, baby,” he praises as he pants and fucks me faster. “Cum all over me. Soak me.”
I’m helpless to stop it, screaming his name, even as he roars mine, and I can feel him jerk and pulse inside me. He collapses against my back when he finally stills, and neither of us move.
My entire body is buzzing, and the cool metal of the hood is welcome against my cheek.
“Fuck, that was perfect,” he whispers, and I’m pulled back into reality.
I feel myself blush, feeling awkward. “I-I’ve never done that before,” I say so quietly that I’m sure he can’t hear me.
“I’m glad your first time was with me. And I plan on it happening lots more,” he replies, kissing my neck before slowly pulling out and away.
I force myself up, grabbing my jeans from the ground and pulling them up. I wince at the feel of the wetness between my thighs meeting the denim. I definitely am going to need a shower and some fresh clothes. I look over and see Torque has thrown the condom out in the garbage can and is straightening his own clothes. Though I don’t miss the tell-tale wet stains on his jeans. I feel my face getting hot and look away.
I glance at the car and see the imprint of my body on the paint. “I think we’ll need to wash the car before we take it out of here,” I say awkwardly.
Torque hauls me against him and gives me a quick kiss. “No being embarrassed about anything between us, Izzy,” he says firmly when he pulls away and looks down into my eyes. “And I’m not washing that car until I get a fresh clear coat on the hood. That is by far my new favorite part of this car now. I think next time we need to have you on the trunk or the roof and make sure to even it out.”
I stare up at him and then start laughing. “Crazy man.” Then I grin and add, “I’m game if you are.”
