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

gently in circles.  The feel of his soft lips was soothing.  Then I felt the hardness of his lip ring and I shuddered, my hands gripping the sheets and thrusting my lower half up, desperate for him.  His tongue came forward with a soft flick, just enough to bring back some of the pain, but not enough to make me uncomfortable.  When his lips closed over my nipple, his tongue began an amazing massage.  He pressed and moved in circles, somehow making everything feel right. 
    “Holy fuck,” I said.  “I’m... I’m so close already...”
    Tatum’s lips closed and he pulled back, bringing my nipple with him for a second before making a popping sound.  He looked at me and smiled.
    “You’re a liar,” he said.
    “I swear, I’m not.  I’m ready to explode.  If you...”
    Tatum was back at my nipple.  Then his mouth opened wider, engulfing some of my breast.  I felt the surge in my body again, so close to coming.  I grabbed Tatum’s hand and placed it between my legs.
    “Do it,” I said.  “As hard as you can touch me.”
    I took my hand away and Tatum gripped me between my legs.  The pressure of his fingers pushed my pants into my panties and my panties into... me .  I felt the explosive rush of my orgasm, attacking me like a blooming flower.  It started between my legs and the pleasure quickly ran up to my breasts. 
    Tatum moved off my breast and stared at me as I came.  His hand remained between my legs, over my pants, his fingers pushing and moving.
    “Wow,” he said, “you really wanted it...”
    “You have to no idea how bad I want it,” I said as my body attempted to cool down.
    “Show me,” Tatum said.  “Show me how bad.”
    I smiled and pushed Tatum away.  Before he could say a word, my hands were at my pants and then they were off.  Tatum’s eyes had all of two seconds to look at my red panties before they were sliding off too.  His left hand started to move towards me and I swatted it away.
    “It’s not fair,” I said.  “I’m the only naked one.”
    Tatum smiled and tugged at my shirt.  “You’re not naked, yet.”
    I tugged at his shirt.  “Neither are you...”
    Tatum sat up and peeled his t-shirt off his body.  It was hotter than the other night when he took the bloodied shirt off.  I was closer, there was better lighting, and my mind was so focused on him and sex, I made out every muscle, every curve, every delicious piece of his body that I wanted to have.
    He looked at me and hesitated with his hands at his pants.
    “What?” I asked.
    “You said some things...”
    “Like telling you to hurt me?”
    “No, you asked me if my nipple piercing hurt,” Tatum said.  “So I asked if you wanted to see what it felt like.”
    My mouth opened but nothing came out.  My eyes looked at his nipple ring and I licked my lips again, wanting to taste it.
    “What else did I say?” I asked, almost too afraid to hear it.
    “I just want to make sure you’re sure,” Tatum said.  “I don’t want to become someone’s regret.”
    I put my hand on top of his hands, moving them out of the way. 
    “Nothing with you could ever be a regret,” I said.  My fingers pulled at his belt.  “So, if you have regrets...”  I unbuttoned his pants, slid his zipper down, and my hand moved inside. 
    “Do you feel any regrets?” he asked with a wicked smile.
    “I feel something,” I said.
    And I did.
    Whoa.
    It was huge.  Hard.  Ready.
    I moved my hand away, hating that I did it, and put my hands to my shirt.  I took my shirt and bra off, throwing them across the room.  With that out of the way, I slipped my fingers together and put my hands behind my head, waiting for Tatum. 
    There was no hiding how aroused I was.  From my chest to my slit, everything was ready.  My toes were already curled, thanks to Tatum’s mouth and fingers.  As he kicked his pants off the rest of the way, my eyes were finally able to see him completely in the hard flesh.  He didn’t touch