Tortured Souls (Rebels of Sandland 2)

“I think it’s my turn to get a taste.” I winked.

He ran his hand over my hair and said, “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” My eyes widened. I never thought I’d hear a guy turn down a blow job. Especially Brandon. But when he whipped off his t-shirt and quirked his mouth in that signature grin of his, I knew he was more than ready.

He slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it, his eyes never leaving mine as I crawled down to where he was. I sat on the edge of the mattress and he lifted my chin to face him.

“I hope you know how special you are to me, Harper. You’re not like any girl I’ve ever met before. I really want to be with you all the time, and I think about you all day, and-” He started stumbling over his words, and I knew he was trying to share his feelings with me, make me see that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I already knew that. As if I’d let him walk away from me now.

I let my gaze wonder from his eyes to his perfectly sculpted tattoo-covered chest, and that was when I saw it. The lion tattoo on his stomach. I ran my hand over the skin there and felt the bumps of the scar. His reminder of the evil shit that had been done to him all those years ago. I swallowed hard, feeling like I might burst into tears at any moment. I went to speak, but I didn’t have the words to convey how I felt. Sorry wasn’t ever going to be enough. So instead, I leant forward and kissed it and tried really hard not to let the tears fall and spoil this moment we’d built together.

“It’s in the past, Harper. It’s done,” he said, stroking the back of my hair as I ran my arms around his middle to hold him close. “I’m not a victim. Neither of us are. We’re the warriors, remember?”

I took a deep breath and looked up at him. The apology in my eyes must’ve been enough because he just nodded and said, “I know.” And brushed his hand over the side of my face and cupped my cheek.

A wash of emotions flooded me, making it hard to catch my breath, and I felt so much in that moment that I’d have done anything for him. I wanted to be everything to him. I needed to make him feel as fucking amazing as he’d made me feel only minutes before. This wasn’t the time to dwell on past mistakes. This was our future.

“Okay, big man. That’s enough soppy shit. Let me have my fun now,” I said, covering the hand he had on my cheek and turning to kiss the palm. “Do you remember what I said I’d do to you?”

His eyes sparkled and I knew exactly what he was waiting for.

I grinned and yanked the buttons on his jeans open and then I slid his jeans and boxers down over his ass and thighs. He reached down to pull his dick out as I did, and when I saw him for the first time, I smiled.

He was perfect.

I wrapped my hand around him. He was thick and long, and I couldn’t wait to play with him. Have him in my mouth, have him every way I could. I pumped my hand up and down a few times, slowly but firmly, loving how silky he felt, imagining how amazing he’d feel inside me. He threw his head back and gave a long, low sigh and then dropped his head forward to watch me; his eyes glazed over with lust. I saw a little bead of moisture at the tip and I licked it, moaning as I did so he’d know I loved it.

“Suck me,” he begged, running his thumb across my lower lip.

I ran my tongue slowly around the head, keeping my eyes locked with his as I did, then I licked underneath, and he closed his eyes and let out a groan. Hearing a man moan for me like that was the single biggest turn-on, and I squeezed my thighs together, the familiar tingles sparking to life again.

I sucked the head into my mouth first, swirling my tongue over the sensitive underside, but it didn’t take long for Brandon to grab my hair and push me further. So, I swallowed and took him deep into my throat. The guttural moan he let out was all the encouragement I needed, and I sucked him as he fisted my hair and rocked his hips forward.

I grabbed his ass as he pumped into me, then I used my hand to cup his balls and pulled back, letting his dick pop out of my mouth. He groaned in protest, but when he guessed my intentions, he didn’t complain. I grinned up at him as I licked down his length towards his balls and then I went further, taking one of his balls into my mouth and letting it roll around my tongue. I sucked gently and got lost in the sounds of him sighing and moaning as I pleasured him. Then I moved to the other side and he widened his legs as he let me taste the most sensitive part of him. I’d never done this before, but judging from his reaction, I wasn’t doing too badly.

His dick was throbbing, and I could tell he was close. I wanted to taste him and experience everything. So I licked back up to the head and took him deep again, and this time he went hard, fucking my face and making me pant as I breathed through my nose and sucked him.

He barely managed to say the words, “I’m coming,” before thick hot spurts of cum spurted at the back of my throat, and I swallowed, keeping my pace but sucking gentler because I knew he’d be sensitive. I licked gently until his moans became sighs and his thrusts slowed down.

Eventually, he pulled himself out of my mouth an

d then stroked my face with so much love that I almost blurted out my feelings right then and there.

We both stared at each other, caught up in the moment, and panting to catch our breath.

“Is this the part where you flip me over and take me from behind like you promised,” I asked, breaking the tense, emotionally charged atmosphere.

His gravelly chuckle made my skin prickle.

“No, sweetheart. This is where I hold you really close and thank my lucky stars that I ever found you.”

“No doggy style?” I tried to hold a laugh in, but I ended up snorting through my nose.

“That comes after the cuddling.”

“Never took you for a cuddler, big man.”

He quirked his brow at me as he climbed onto the bed and pulled me up with him. The fact he was naked and I still had my dress on made him frown harder, and he pulled it up and over my head, then made quick work of getting rid of my bra too.