Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) (12 page)

Over and over.

Night after night.

Show after show.

But that was their life, their dedication, their way of reaching out to the world in a greater way.

Scarlett moved out and while I promised her I would be okay, there was a part of me that ached every time I walked into the apartment.  It was my apartment now, but I could not open the door to Scarlett’s old bedroom because it would crush me.  Those were the nights when I needed Tatum, so I would send a quick text and he would be there.  There to hold me, there to love me, and there to protect me.

I knew I was falling for him, but I wasn’t sure how far I had fallen.  When I was in his strong grip, the world felt safe and right.

“We have a show tomorrow night,” Tatum said as we sat on my couch, watching television. 

“You always have a show,” I said, kissing his neck.

“No, this one is kind of a big deal for us.”

“Really?  Why?”

“It’s a big show.  We’re opening for a band on tour.”

“No way.  They’re coming here?”

Tatum shook his head.  “No.  We have to be in Springsford.”

“Springsford?  That’s...”

“Five hours away.  We’re going to road trip it and sleep in our cars.”

I saw the way Tatum’s face lit up with excitement.  Playing our college and the surrounding towns had turned DownCrash into the hottest local band.  They were treated well, got paid a ton of money to play the bars and clubs, but I could also sense something bigger waiting for the band.  They were too good.  They deserved something bigger.

“That’s awesome,” I said.

“Yeah.  A friend of Logan’s knows somebody.  There’s going to be a management team there.  We might have a chance at something here.”

“You deserve it,” I said.

“Come with me.  With the band.”

“On the road like that?  I can’t.  I have classes...”

“Fuck them,” Tatum said.

I bit my lip.  I swallowed.  I hated being pressured.  Being cornered.  I stared into Tatum’s eyes and knew what it all meant to him. 

“Is Scarlett going?” I asked.

“You two don’t talk much anymore, do you?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to avoid the topic.  “She’s busy.  I’m busy.”

“You don’t live together anymore,” Tatum said.  “So that glue is gone, huh?”

“I guess you could look at it that way.”

“Well, Scarlett actually went home for a week.  Her great aunt passed away.  She has to go to the viewing and funeral.  The timing works since she and Tripp can’t go a second without each other.”

“Oh yeah, I sort of forgot about that...”

I talked to Scarlett on the phone the day before for a few minutes.  Girlie chit-chat stuff.  I wanted to get together with her but she didn’t have time, or maybe she didn’t want to.  I don’t know.  But she told me that her great aunt died.  She said the woman was filthy rich and hoped she had an organized will.  It amazed me too that she would take time away from Tripp.

But that meant I’d be the only girl with the band then...

“I can’t do that to the band,” I said.  “I don’t want to get in the way.”

“You’re not in the way,” Tatum said. 

“Plus, my friend Annie might be coming in for a night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.  She was my best friend from high school.  She’s the only other person who really knows about... you know...”

Tatum nodded and his lip curled.  He looked ready to hurt someone. 

“I don’t want you alone,” Tatum said.  “We’ll skip the show.”

“Like hell you will,” I said.  “I’m definitely going to tell Annie to come.  And if not, no big deal.  It’s one night.  You’re the one who told me I need to be alone, right?  To relax.  To enjoy myself.”

I smiled and winked.

Tatum pushed himself at me.  His right hand slipped between my legs and he growled at me.  “You better not touch yourself while I’m gone.”

“You better take good care of me before you leave then...”

Tatum looked up and I followed his stare.  He made sure the curtains were shut in the living room.  He looked over his shoulder, making sure the door to the apartment was locked.

When he looked back at me, his eyes were filled with lust and bad intentions.

He kissed me with a passion I never experienced in a kiss before.  I gripped the back of his head, holding him in place.  We made out for what felt like hours, our heads turning side to side, our tongues battling for space, me biting his lip and lip ring, him nibbling on my lips in return.  When the kiss finally broke, we stared at each other, out of breath.  His lips were raw red.

“Fuck,” he said. 

“That’s what you do to me,” I said. 

“Yeah, well watch what I’m going to do to you.”

His hands were at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it just above my belly button.  He gripped and shifted down the couch. I let out a moan, my mind racing at the possibilities of Tatum’s wild urges.

He kissed me just above my belly button.  The tip of his tongue circled around my belly button and then he was moving down.  My pants stopped him, but only for a second.  His left hand pulled at my pants, opening them with what little space he could manage.  I felt the tips of his fingers touching my panties and I thrust at him.  Tatum put his head to my stomach and his tongue tickled down into my pants, reaching all the smooth skin he could reach. 

I touched his head and moaned.

“Tatum... please...”

His other hand came to my pants and he unbuttoned them.  Tatum wasn’t in the mood to speed things up though.  He slid my pants down just above my knees and stopped.  He held my legs in place.

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling desperate.

“Making sure you’re well taken care of before I have to go,” he said. 

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something smart, witty, sexual, but I froze when I saw Tatum’s lips touch my leg.  He kissed up my leg, to the line of my panties.  With his nose, he teased me and played with my panties.  He moved between my legs, to my sweet center, kissed me once over my panties, then repeated the same process down my other leg.  It was torture, but I loved every second of it.

I needed it.

When he kissed down to where my pants were, he opened his hands and backed away. 

“Kick your pants off.”

I moved my legs one at time, working my pants down.  I couldn’t help but groan each time I did, knowing that Tatum watched my body moving.  With a thong on, there really wasn’t too much I could hide.  I was so warm and wet that when I finally got my pants off, I opened my legs, ready for him.

Tatum went back to work, touching the inside of my legs, rushing up with speed.  His thumbs rubbed over my panties.  The second he touched me, I cried out and pumped at him, losing to my instinctive needs.  His thumbs moved side by side, up and down, not missing a spot of my slit.  I wanted my panties to be off right then but I wasn’t in control of this.  My job was just to feel the pleasure and never forget it.  When he started moving his thumbs in opposite directions - one up, one down - I grabbed for the couch cushions, bracing myself. 

Then one of his thumbs pulled at the side of my panties.  He finally touched my bare, wet skin.  He made small circles for a few seconds and then cut between my body and didn’t stop moving until he touched my sensitive clit.  He touched and I jumped, aching for more. My body remained in some kind of pleasure filled shock.  Tatum enjoyed every second of this and he pressed harder, moving left to right, forcing my body to thrust at him.  His finger was then gone as fast as it appeared, leaving me lingering, moaning, and watching for the next move. 

Tatum took hold of the side of my panties and pulled. This time, he took my panties off by himself.  No requests.  No commands.  That didn’t shock me as much as the look in his eyes.  It was ravenous, the kind that made all my nerves tingle as Tatum placed his hands back to my legs.  He moved the same way as before only his hands and fingers weren’t seeking to touch me or please.  Instead, his hands moved to the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs open, holding them there.  As he lowered himself I knew what was going to happen.  All I could focus on was his lip ring, waiting for it to touch me.

When he licked me, the tip of his tongue cutting along my slit, I cried his name.  When his lips closed over me, tasting and moving, I felt the lip ring, the small metal touch, and I lost all control.  Never before had anything metal been down there with the intention of pleasure.  And Tatum knew that.  And Tatum wasn’t afraid to use it.  He moved up and down, not afraid to move his head or lick as fast as he wanted. He was also not afraid to groan at something he enjoyed doing.  All that made the experience ten times hotter and ten times more orgasmic. 

My hands were back to his head, my fingers tight around his hair, pulling at him, thrusting at him.  When Tatum stopped and looked up at me, the smile on his face could have stopped the world. 

“What the fuck?” I managed to growl, stuck between torture and orgasm.

“Think you’ll remember me?” Tatum whispered.

His mouth hovered over my most tender of areas and yet he talked to me.  It was so hot, so intense.

I nodded.

Tatum slid his hands from the insides of my thighs up to my body.  His hands cut under my shirt and he made no hesitation going for my breasts.  His strong fingers pushed under my bra.  He squeezed and massaged and then his tongue went back to work.  In less than a minute I reached a climax I couldn’t contain.  As I came, Tatum held everywhere... from my breasts to between my legs, he had complete control. 

When it stopped and he took his hands off my chest and his tongue from my throbbing center, he had his shirt up and off before I could say a word. 

We weren’t done...

I sat up as best as I could, tearing at my own shirt.  I couldn’t stand the feeling of my shirt blocking my skin.  And my bra was positioned very uncomfortable, hugging all the wrong spots. 

I had my top off, rendering me naked, just as Tatum stood to work on his pants.  He dropped them, along with his boxers.  As I stared at his thickness, I groaned.  My hand shot out to grip him and when I touched him, we both shuddered.  I held him for a second, almost in shock, but then started to move.  Slowly, my hand stroked, just to feel what Tatum had to offer.

Trust me, I knew what he had to offer.  And I wanted right then.  Forever.

Tatum lowered his entire body to mine.  The mood changed from wild and erotic to romantic and passionate.  He touched my skin, his muscles caressing my softness, his thickness resting between my legs.  His right hand touched my chest, above my breast, in a move that poured out emotion.  I looked down and saw his large hand spread wide. 

He was feeling my heart beat.

When I looked back into his eyes, I smiled, then used my right hand and did the same to him.  I noticed something new... Tatum’s heart beat was faster than mine.

Was he that nervous?

Was he that excited?

His other hand touched my hair, his fingers finding a way to flow through my hair somehow.  He didn’t pull at any knots and his fingertips touched my head the right way, making me feel tingly everywhere.

“Maggie, this isn’t just... this,” he whispered.

“This?”

Tatum thrust a little, making sure I understood what
this
meant.

“Not just sex?” I said.

“No, not just sex.  This is something more.  This is something I haven’t felt in a long time.”

“Maybe this is something I’ve never felt,” I said.  “Something so real.”

“Trust me,” Tatum said, “this is all real.  Almost too real.”

“Don’t leave me,” I said.

“Not tonight,” Tatum replied.  “But you can still come with me...”

“I think I’ll come,” I said.  I lifted my head and put my lips to Tatum’s ear.  I’d never tried so hard to be seductive.  With Tatum though, it felt easy.  I nibbled his ear and finished my sentence... “I think I’ll come, right now.”

Tatum growled and nuzzled at my cheek until our lips were lined up so he could kiss me.  All I really wanted was to taste Tatum’s lip ring on last time, but when Tatum gave me his tongue, things turned really hot.  A few seconds later, he positioned his body perfectly with mine.  With a quick thrust, Tatum was inside me.  It felt as good as the first time, if not better.  We matched each others sounds and movements, endlessly wanting to please one another.  I thought about what Tatum had said -
This is something I haven’t felt in a long time
- and it gave me a little hope that maybe he had something share too. 

My hands moved to his chest.  I pushed, forcing him up.  His arms locked and I took a few seconds to admire the muscles of his arms before my eyes were finally set on what I really wanted...
his nipple ring
.

I stared, wondering if it would hurt him.  As he thrust harder at me, digging deeper than I could ever remember someone reaching inside me, I had to go for it.