Unbearable (the TORQUED trilogy Book 2) (5 page)

With my hands on his shoulders, I try to catch his eyes. “Dude, you ripped my shirt….”

“Who fuckin’ cares?” he mumbles, going in for another kiss.

He’s right. I actually don’t care at all. I manage to push him back again, wiggling out of my jeans and tossing them aside. It’s getting hot in here and my clothes need to go.

His large hands are at my waist, guiding me inside the bedroom. From the look in his eyes and the way he touches me, I get the impression he understands how badly I need this.

As we stumble around, the back of my knees find the bed, and we fall back against the mattress. Every line of his body tenses, as if he’s trying to slow down but can’t.

We don’t speak for a moment as he slides his hands over me and I’m swimming in how good this is just being with him here like this, as long fingers and broad palms explore my willing body.

With my heart hammering in my chest, beating so erratically I’m sure I’m about to have a heart attack, he kisses me once more and then reaches for the buckle of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and drawing his zipper down.

I grab his hand to stop him and he raises his eyebrow in question. “I do believe that’s my job.” I’m not sure where this boldness is coming from, but I’m liking it. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” I say, trying to be naughty and hooking my fingers into the waist band of his boxers to pull both them and his jeans down all at once.

He laughs, stepping out of his jeans while removing his shirt. Once he throws his shirt on the floor, he looks at my lips and then my eyes before clearing his throat softly. “Is that so?”

“Well maybe not too easy, I am here to find out just how rough you like it after all.” I slowly lay back, eyes roaming over his body as he falls into me, catching himself on his hands.

Sky blue eyes give way to darkness as he rolls to the side, his hand moving south, stroking himself a few times, as if he just couldn’t take it any longer.

In the name of all things good and holy, fuck me, that’s intensely hot!

Prying my legs apart, he moves to settle between my hips, waiting for me to make the decision.

I quickly shift my gaze from his face and get a brief glimpse, knowing I wouldn’t be disappointed by his cock, thick and heavy between his legs demanding my attention.

Placing his elbows on either side of my head, he watches me until his voice drops and his words hit my stomach. “You sure?”

I nod, maybe a little too eagerly. “Definitely sure.”

Leaning over the side of the bed to find his jeans, he pulls a condom out of his wallet. I stare as he opens the package with his teeth and then proceeds to put it on before settling back between my legs.

Drawing in a deep breath, I prepare myself. He smells so good. Like man and a rich running engine. It was one of those moments where I literally tingle as he enters me.

Once he’s inside me, it’s clear that Holden is still only a member of the boys’ club, because Tyler, he’s a fucking man. Maybe because it’s been awhile but still, nothing can compare to him entering me. My breathing stops and brain cells are quickly dying awaiting the oxygen.

Tyler entering me is the only time he takes it slowly or gently. And that’s where the softer side of him ends. As soon as he’s inside me, his body is heavy, his grip too strong and his hands too rough. It’s all hard to comprehend but I’m in no coherent position to stop him. I need this. This is what I’d asked for and what I so desperately wanted.

“Holy shit, I knew you’d be rough,” I say when he’s slamming inside of me, whole body movements that slide me up the bed. I’m a thicker girl, probably a size ten—it’s mostly in my ass—and he makes me feel tiny with the way he’s manhandling me.

Tyler hesitates midthrust and then I panic because he’s stopping. This is something I’ve wanted since I was sixteen, long before I should have wanted my brother’s best friend and the thought of stopping now is
not
an option. “Should we be doing this?” He swallows hard, his gaze on mine. “I mean, you’re Red’s little sister….”

Seriously?

It’s a slap in my face, it really is, even in this moment I’m only ever someone’s sister, but it’s not enough to stop me. “What’s that got to do with anything? Are you scared of Red?”

He looks offended. At least we’re both on the same page. “
Fuck
no.”

“Then stop thinking and fuck me.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes inside me, this time more warily, and I think again, maybe it’s been a while by the way his body trembles when he moves again. His breathing is rapid as he gives me a look I don’t quite understand, or have the mental ability to comprehend with the amount of alcohol in my body.

His hands move over my hips, carefully but with a bit of impatience, his touch almost sweet, as though he’s attempting to slow it down. I close my eyes, wanting to enjoy every sensation he’s causing throughout my body but they soon snap open when he raises my left leg and reaches between to adjust the angle. Roaming fingers slide slowly over me, taking time to learn my contours. “Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful, Raven.”

I’m so ready to come just based on those words and squirm against him, needing the friction, needing him to move faster, but he’s slowing down.

With my leg hooked around his arm, he has the correct angle, and he pushes inside me again, drawing back, and then giving me a little more.

“I want you to make me scream.” I move his hand from beside me to my neck, making him squeeze. “Take me any way you want me.
Any way
.”

For someone who’s in a constant struggle to maintain control all the time, it’s maybe a personal fantasy to have someone else control me in the bedroom. Having a man like Tyler Hemming take what he wants from my body, yep, I’m down with that. Fucking all over that.

I wonder briefly if he understands how willing I am and how I want it. My eyes search his face but never meet his eyes. I’m so needy for him, if he asked, I’d probably let him stick it in my ass.

Tyler stops midthrust, and looks down at me, giving me a glimpse. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes. I want you to fuck me. Like,
really
fuck me.” My voice lowers. “I want to be able to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”

With a growl, one that emerges from deep within, shaking me to my core, he goes for it.

I should have known when Tyler took me home he’d be the best fucking lay of my life, but then again, I’ve only ever been with Holden and just Tyler’s kisses blew that out of the exhaust pipe. With heavy kisses, ones that leave me shivering and shaking, he whispers my name across my neck, how beautiful I am and how badly he’s wanted this.

Yep, all he has to do is ask and I’m totally letting him stick it in my ass.

His hands curl around my shoulders and he draws me into his thrusts, which seem harder each time, my breath expelling on contact.

“That’s it,” he growls into the curve of my neck, biting down on my skin. “Is this what you wanted? You needed to be fucked, didn’t you?”

I nod against his shoulder, biting down as the pleasure begins to peak. “God, yes, Tyler! I needed this so bad!”

He groans again, the sound pushing me further over the edge as his mouth moves over my jaw and to my neck, a searing path that sends shivers down the backs of my legs. One hand stays curled around my shoulders, but his right hand moves and angles my hips as he drives into me, harder this time. The angle takes my breath away. “I knew the moment I walked into the bar and saw you sitting there you’d be on my dick tonight.”

Yeah, he’s pretty sure of himself. Judging by the way he’s fucking me right now, he has every right to be. The truth is he’s always been this way. Overly confident. So sure of himself.

“Why’s that?” My lips are at his ear, kissing along his neck. “Taking advantage of the drunk girl, are we?”

“No, I knew it because the minute I saw you tonight, I knew you needed this as much as I did,” he says, his face flushed and determined.

Flipping me over, he has me on my knees and entering me from behind, just like our position outside the room. One hand presses into the small of my back, burying my face in the pillow, the other gripping my thigh to the point where it burns.

He doesn’t last long like that, and with every move he makes, his body leans forward until eventually he’s slumped forward completely, wrapping his arms around my waist. He brings me closer to his chest that way, and it’s nice, the thump of his steady heartbeat and breathing against my damp skin. Moving from his grip on my waist, his left hand grabs the front of my neck and squeezes. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

It’s then I know I’m going to come like this. It’s the force, the movements, and knowing if I didn’t like his hold, I’d say something, but his body isn’t giving me the opportunity to deny him. And there’s something incredibly sexy about that.

Flipping me over again, and with just a simple movement of his wrist, I’m on my back with him between my legs once more.

Only this time his arms are hooked just behind my knees, his hips undulated, giving me exactly what I need. It rises like a roller-coaster ride, warmth spreading from my thighs to my toes. I roll my hips, giving in, letting go, sensations gripping every part of me.

I cry out with the switch of positions but it’s not from pain. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Amusement touches his lips when I squirm.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” is my only reply, my fingers gripping his hands, which are placed securely on my hips.

Tyler throws his head back. My eyes lock to his heaving chest, straining as he moves, and on the way the sweat beads on his skin.

Everything is heightened when I see his face contort in pleasure. It’s clear, until now, I’ve never been fucked by a man. I’ve only ever had nervous touches and sweaty palms. Now I have this, the confidence, the fierceness I’ve always associated with Tyler.

Warmth jumps in my tummy, forcing a string of needy pleas passing my parted lips. The tingling and then the sudden pleasure ripping through me. Succumbing to sensations, my orgasm is there, all at once, igniting my body in flames.

He knows when I come, clenching and shaking beneath him as my back arches and his grip on my hips slip. His hands move from my hips completely and fist in the pillow beside my head.

“Christ, you’re beautiful when you come.” Throwing himself into his own movements, his pace hard and desperate, Tyler chases his need, his hips slamming into me, his body tensing at the onset of the pleasure. I bite down on his shoulder muffling my moans of pleasure in his skin.

He lasts three more pumps and thrusts his head forward, his forehead resting against my breasts. Then collapsing as he lets go completely, he gives me all his weight. His hands move from beside my head to my ass, giving me one more long thrust. “Jesus Christ….” He breathes out, long and low into the curve of my neck as he pulses inside of me.

Fearing this will be over before I know it, I don’t want to let go—hell, I don’t want it to end. Ever. I want to stay here with him buried inside me until the sun peeks through his dark curtains.

Holding onto his neck, I move with him until he lets out a heavy sigh, riding out the last of his orgasm.

Barely able to draw a breath because of his weight on me, I have no words. All I have are shortened gasps, trying everything I can do to keep myself from hyperventilating. I just had sex with Tyler Hemming. My childhood crush.

And it was the best sex of my life. I’m not lying. I want to cry with how good it felt and how badly I needed that. Holden who?

Tyler rolls off me and onto his side, shifting to bring my back flush against his chest, his lips lingering at my shoulder. He is still trying to catch his breath.

“That was amazing,” I say with heavy breaths, swallowing and then letting out another forced gasp.

He turns my head to kiss me again, grinning against my lips.

“Turn over,” he says, letting go so I can do so.

When I do, he smiles, his knuckles brushing over my cheek gently, his eyes fluttering closed. “You’re amazing, Raven.” It’s his tone and me believing the truth behind his words that draw me in.

I continue to stare at him, his eyes remain closed. Maybe he’s still awake, but his features seem relaxed, as if he is already asleep or just getting there.

Staring at him, my eyes follow the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheeks, his lips. Just him. My heart flutters in my chest. Holy hell, no way this can be a one-night thing.