Chapter Fourteen
Lilly
“As dates go, that was pretty awesome,” she said, easing her stiff body out of the truck.
“Sorry it had to end,” Torran joked, coming around to her side, seeming no worse for wear. “Can I walk you to your door?”
Lilly glanced at him, then at the door to the ranch. The same door he had to use to get to the same place she was staying. “What happens if I say no?”
“I walk to the door next to you anyway.”
“And if I say yes?”
“I carry you inside.”
“Yes. Yes. Hell yes. I accept!”
Torran moved immediately, lifting her into his arms with that same casual strength he had in everything he did. He paused to close the door with one knee and then marched across the ground. “See, it’s useful to keep me around.”
“Get me inside without slamming my head off something and then brag,” she joked.
Torran casually swung her to the side and through the doorway without issue, the entire move fluid and undeniably arrogant. Oh, and sexy as hell too.
“Better?”
“Much.” The word came out throatier and more emotionally charged than intended.
“Now, where to?”
“Anywhere that I can get a massage. We have an in-house masseuse, right? You’re rich. Please? I’ll cook dinner or something. Please, I’m desperate.”
Torran laughed. “I’m not sure this farm came with someone. But if you trust me I would be glad to be of as much assistance as I can.”
His offer was made with humor, but they both knew what it implied. Where it would more than likely lead if she agreed. They were talking about more than just a massage—though Lilly intended on making sure she got that!
Although she pretended to think about it, her mind had been made up the moment she made the first comment about a masseuse. Where else would the conversation have gone but to this point?
It felt good to be able to joke with him. To flirt. She’d sorely missed the banter between them. It’s not like she’d wanted to be upset with him. It had simply come about that way, and there was nothing she could do about it. Now, if she agreed to it, they would cross the barrier for the second time since she’d met him.
“Okay,” she agreed. “But if you suck, you’re making dinner.”
Torran laughed and headed toward her bedroom, the largest and nicest of the many rooms in the massive ranch house. “I’ll do my best to impress then.”
“You’d better. After all, it’s your fault that I’m so sore.”
“Keep whining and I’m going to accidentally bang your head or drop you on the bed,” he muttered.
“Pardon me?”
He blinked and pretended like he was surprised she heard him. “What?”
Lilly smiled. “That’s what I thought.”
Torran made some more grumbling sounds, but they had no effect, since she could see them coming from the smile he held in place as they went upstairs. There he gently deposited her onto her bed.
“Okay, where hurts the most?” he asked.
“My legs. My butt.”
He nodded and prodded her until she flipped over onto her stomach. Then he went to work.
“Ohhhhhh.” Lilly’s eyes rolled back into her head, lids closing as she moaned softly.
His fingers played over her like a maestro, finding all the sore spots and the pressure points. First softly, then with increasing effort, he worked all the aches and pains from her lower legs and her thighs before moving on to her ass.
The instant his palms slid across her jean-covered derriere fire erupted within her, slamming into her crotch like a bullet. The massaging still felt great, but it began to take on a distinctly different feel. Her happy moans stopped, replaced by deep breaths as she struggled to maintain control.
When he spoke at long last his voice was strong, but tense as well. “This would work better with skin-on-skin contact,” he suggested. “It would warm the muscles better.”
“Skin-on-skin,” she breathed. “Right. Okay.”
Reaching under herself, she undid her jeans and then started to tug them down.
“Allow me,” Torran said, grabbing the waistband and slipping them down to her knees. The material bunched there and he hissed in frustration, forced to tug from the heel until they slid free completely.
Boy am I glad I wore some cute underwear today.
The thought was blasted away by a surge of heat, like a solar flare erupting from the sun as his hands touched her bare skin. Torran started lower, working up her legs once more. She wasn’t sure, but it felt like his fingers were sliding farther up her inner thighs this time. Whether he was or not, her body responded like he was.
By the time he reached her ass again she was soaking wet and on the verge of begging for him to just touch her, to get the tense teasing over with so that they could finally pleasure one another.
Torran wasn’t in the mood to wait either. She gasped as his pinky slipped between her legs and across her damp underwear, giving him proof that she wanted him. Lilly felt her legs part under their own will, giving him better access to her core. Torran took advantage, using two fingers this time.
She moaned into the comforter, fingers gripping onto it tightly in bunches. Everywhere he touched her was on fire. Was this what it felt like to be in heat, she wondered? Desperate to have him, and uncaring of anything else in the world?
“Torran, please,” she begged as he took forever to remove her underwear. “I can’t take this teasing anymore.”
Just like that she was naked from the waist down. It happened so fast Lilly didn’t know if he’d removed her underwear or ripped them from her body, and she didn’t care. Torran grabbed one leg and then the other, pulling her up onto all fours.
Her face had just come free of the comforter when he buried his face in her and used his tongue to drive her absolutely wild. She’d never been used like this before. It felt so naughty. So dirty. And she fucking loved it. Her hips bucked and thrust out at him, but Torran was up to the challenge. His strength held her still as he went wild with his tongue.
In no time she was dripping down her legs, shaking like a rag doll in his grip as a thunderous orgasm racked her body, stripping her of any remaining strength she may have had left. Limbs went limp and she would have toppled onto her side if Torran hadn’t held her upright.
“Torran,” she moaned, unable to stop him as he brought her back to life and made her come a second time less than a minute later, all with his tongue. And maybe a finger or two. She couldn’t tell anymore; the pleasure was just too overwhelming.
At some point he flipped her over and was miraculously naked. The part of her that was upset about being unable to strip him was tossed aside by the guilty pleasure of watching his muscles ripple and bend as he climbed on top of her. His cock throbbed in her hand as she guided it between her legs, eager to take him inside her. She was ready. More than ready. He’d seen to that.
This time there was no pain as he entered her. A mild ache as she stretched to fit his deliciously big cock, but no more. Lilly was so aroused by that point she could have taken him with ease no matter how big. His finger flicked over her ultra-sensitive nub as he sat upright on his knees, rocking into her.
Lilly stared at his stomach as it flexed tightly, that visual combined with the pleasure of being filled and having her clit played with enough to make her orgasm yet again. It was weaker, but still wonderful all the same.
“You’re unbelievable,” she gasped as he bent over her and kissed her, the faint taste of herself still on his tongue. The sheer naughtiness of that, something she’d never experienced before, put her lust into overdrive.
He was using her. Torran was doing whatever he wanted to her body, and Lilly was going wild for it. She was loving it. Her nipples ached to be played with, and she grasped them in her hands as Torran looked down at her. His emerald-green eyes began to glow with an internal light as she touched herself, his face breaking open in an aroused growl of raw, primal masculinity.
Just seeing the way he watched her made Lilly come again. She rocked violently as the pleasure from toying with her nipples somehow heightened the entire experience for her. Stars exploded in the corners of her vision and for a brief moment she saw black, her brain too overwhelmed by what was going on.
Torran was roaring, calling her name as he thrust into her over and over again, lost in some sort of animal frenzy as their hips collided. Lilly’s body shook and she even arched up off the bed, utterly dominated by his male strength and will. Her screams pierced the air as she felt him begin to come.
“Do it,” she hissed. “Fuck me until you explode inside me. I want to feel it.”
It was so slutty. So dirty.
Those thoughts immediately made her tighten around his cock as her last and final orgasm blasted her brain into oblivion. Lilly couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, and as Torran finally unleashed himself deep inside her, she couldn’t even breathe. Her lungs wouldn’t work, depriving her body of air as she bounced and flailed on the bed. Torran mounted on top of her, calling her name over and over again as he too lost control.
Eventually he collapsed on top of her, and they lay in each other’s arms, gasping for breath. Their skin pressed together, warm and sticky from the vigorousness of their lovemaking. Other fluids were in play as well, but frankly she didn’t give a shit. That had been the single best fuck she’d ever had. Ever.
Her mind was still recovering ten minutes later when Torran peeled himself from her limp body to grab a towel.
“What the hell just happened?” she got out, her throat sore and mouth dry from all the moaning she’d been doing. And screaming. Part of her vaguely recalled screaming out his name as he filled her with his thick cock over and over again.
Her eyes were immediately drawn between his legs. Yum. He was getting hard again.
“I’m not sure, but if you’re up for it,” he said, coming to join her on the bed, “we can try it again. But slower this time, and see if we remember.”
“Slower sounds good,” she whispered as he pushed between her legs. “And I want to look in your eyes this time. They did the most peculiar and sexy thing I’ve ever seen. They almost were glowing. I remember it. So cool,” she said.
Then her attention was gone again as he slipped back inside her.