Only You (Sweet Torment 2)

Without warning, he tossed me down on the bed and pulled his shirt over his head and off. I had only a millisecond to appreciate his cut abs and strong chest. The way his tattoo wrapped around him, like black ink loving his skin in an intimate swirled design, was breathtaking. But he was on top of me before I could even right myself.

“You want me to fuck you, Red?” He wedged himself between my thighs and I raised my hips to grind against him. I shoved hard at his chest, making him fall on his back on the bed, and I straddled him. I yanked my shirt off, leaving me in nothing but knee highs and panties.

Slapping my hands on his hard chest, I gently clawed his mocha skin and said, “No. I want to fuck you.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and sat up. All the hard muscles of his stomach rippling in a way that made my mouth water to taste him. Apparently he had a similar notion because his mouth latched on to one of my nipples and he sucked hard.

My head fell back and I drove my fingers into his hair, letting him devour me.

“Yes,” I groaned, loving his mouth on me.

He sucked and licked, burrowing his face between my breasts and gently biting. He devoured every inch of plump skin and I arched my back, silently begging for more.

There are several kinds of sex: angry, desperate, makeup, loving, consuming.

Then there was this.

Whatever Leo and I were on the brink of was somehow a combination of all of them. Rough, slow, hard, powerful, tender. I couldn’t figure out how I was feeling everything at once. My emotions were spiraling and I just wanted him. So much I didn’t care to understand why. And the passion was overwhelming.

I reached between us, trying to unfasten his belt, but I couldn’t get a good enough grip. I loved his mouth on me, but had to push him to his back again so I could have more.

He lay back, sucking my nipple hard until forced to let go.

I went straight to work on his belt and fly. “Condom?”

“In my pants pocket,” he said and I searched for it, finally finding it, then tugged his pants all the way off, leaving him naked. I shucked my socks and panties then straddled him again.

His cock bobbed between us and I stared transfixed. He was longer than average, but what was more alarming was his girth. No wonder I had felt a little sore the morning after we’d had sex at the bar.

A low rumble came from his chest. His whole torso strained with tension.

He was holding back.

Whatever he wanted to do, he didn’t, he just lay there, letting me straddle him, to look and touch.

“This is your show, Red,” he said, confirming my thoughts.

He could easily overpower me. Take me like he did the night we met, hard and consuming. But he didn’t. He let me lead. Let me have the power. And judging by the way his body flexed and tensed, it was going against his instincts.

In this moment, I actually believed he truly saw me. Saw what I needed. And that was him. I needed to feel in control again, and somehow, he understood that.

I ran my hands down his chest, pausing a minute to trail my fingertip along some of the lines of his tattoo. He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth. He gently nipped at the fleshy part of my thumb, then kissed my palm, up my forearm, sucking on the pulse point.

The action made me shudder. Like he was reaching out for any contact. Like he couldn’t stand not having his mouth on me. Or maybe he just wanted me. Truly wanted me.

I bent and kissed his chest, running my lips from his sternum to his nipple and sucked. He hissed and those impressive abs flexed further, so hard they looked welded out of steel. I couldn’t help but go lower. Biting those steely ridges and licking them. His skin was so soft and hot.

“You drive me insane, angel,” he muttered, and I wasn’t sure he realized he’d said it out loud.

I traveled lower, and he looked down at me just as my mouth hovered over his hard cock.

“You go down this path, you better be ready for retaliation,” Leo said with a husky voice.

I had no idea what he meant, but it didn’t matter. I wanted him. Loved the power I felt hovering over him like this. I could handle whatever retaliation he was thinking. I just didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to leave this moment. Because right then, I was happy, on fire, and ready to split apart from drowning in want for the one man who seemed to understand me.

“Threatening me, are you?” I said with a grin.

Keeping my eyes on his, I licked the entire length of his erection slowly. He gritted his teeth. So I did it again. He sat up, reached down to grab my thigh, and before I could move, he tugged me around. In one fluid motion, he pulled my hips toward his head and positioned me so that I was now straddling his face, looking down at his body.