Free Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) by London Casey Page A

I felt his heart pounding, heavy, fast thuds compared to the flutter of heartbeats in my chest. 
    When he touched the right side of my left breast, I moaned again.  His entire hand soon held me tight.  His fingers began to massage, squeezing almost to the point of pain but never quite getting there.  Each time he squeezed, more stuff happened to me.  Everything started to feel more and more sensitive and I couldn’t believe that I was already ready to finish. 
    Tatum then started to close his fingers, moving his palm off my breast.  The more his fingers came together, the more pressure he applied.  Part of me wanted to look over my shoulder and see Tatum’s eyes, see what kind of expression he had while touching me.  But I couldn’t move.  I was frozen, eagerly awaiting what Tatum had in store.
    I found out a few seconds later when his middle finger and thumb came together. He held my erect nipple between his two fingers and just waited there.
    “Maggie,” he whispered, “you make me want to go crazy... that’s why I had to touch you last night.  I’m sorry I did, because you were drunk, but I couldn’t stop.”
    “It’s all I wanted last night,” I replied.  “It’s all I want right now...”
    Tatum rubbed his face against my cheek.  I felt the metal of his lip ring.  It made my insides throb some more.  I’d never been so close to climax without finishing in my life. 
    “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said in a devilish voice.
    I moaned but that, along with my breath, was stolen a second later.
    Tatum brought his middle finger and thumb together in a squeeze that I never saw coming.  I knew Tatum had a wild side to him, that much I could read in his eyes, but to actually experience it, to feel it...
    I cried out as the pain surged not just at my tender nipple and not just through my aching breast, but through my entire body. 
    He didn’t let up either.
    His strong fingers squeezed some more, bringing tears to my eyes.  I clung to the pillows and wanted to wiggle away but I didn’t.  I couldn’t.  I was paralyzed from the pain and the excitement. 
    “That, you can feel,” he whispered into my ear.
    I tried to mumble something, but it came out as a hopeless cry. 
    Tatum hadn’t let up at that point and when he slipped his right hand around my body, touching my other breast, I finally was able to cry out in intense pain and pleasure.
    “Fuck,” I managed to say.
    “That’s right,” Tatum said.  “That’s what the pain is like.  It’s like fuck .”
    “Stop,” I mumbled.  “I can’t take it...”
    On command, Tatum’s fingers opened.  His hand on my left breast was gone, my nipple throbbing, matching my racing heartbeat.  I could sense his hand lingering close to my breast.
    “Touch me,” I whimpered.  “Make it feel good...”
    “That I can do,” Tatum said.
    He moved quick and with passion.  Begging him - while sober - definitely worked on him. 
    I was on my back a second later and Tatum grabbed the bottom of my shirt.  My stomach rushed up and down, fluttering in heavy breaths.  His rough knuckles glided against my skin and I watched as my breasts were finally exposed for Tatum’s eyes and any of his desires.  Of course I had this already planned the night before, but being drunk, as much as I hated to admit it, I may not have remembered it.
    Tatum stared at me, his face almost in shock.  When I saw my left nipple, I noticed it’s normal pink rose color was now deep red.  The fair skin of my breast was a creamy color but the area around my nipple was red too.
    “Look what you did,” I whispered.
    “Maggie... you wanted it...”
    Tatum showed no remorse and it killed me.  I was so close to an orgasm, all I needed was him to touch me.  Just touch me between my legs and I’d be done.
    “Why did you do that?” I asked.
    Tatum smiled and shook his head.  He didn’t give me a reply.  I watched his lips come down to my nipple, moving