What If

“Give me your foot.” He reaches down and takes my foot between his legs untying my boot and slipping it of before doing the same to the other.

The heat of the room has a slight sweat covering me, but I feel like I’m shivering from the inside out.

I’m hot and cold and excited and scared, and the complexity of the feelings has me caught in a confused storm of sensations. Arousal rolls through me as Torin lifts his hips and in one swift movement has his boots and jeans off, leaving him sitting on the sofa in front of me sporting the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen including all the cocks that grace my Tumblr feed.

“God, how do you walk around with that thing?” I blurt out, then cover my eyes with my fingers, wishing I could control what was coming out of my mouth.

When I spread my fingers and peek through, he answers.

“Practice my sweet Blossom. Practice.” He half-grunts on a smile, reaching up to pull my hands from my face and stepping me between his open knees. “But it’s been a long time since…” Torin rubs his thumb on the back of my hand leaving those words hanging there before he finishes. “And I’m so fucking happy about that, because I feel like I’ve been waiting for you.”

Looking down, he could be the model on the cover of any men’s magazine but with the added allure of part caveman. His brow is wide and juts out, his face—although rough and scarred—looks like it’s carved from marble.

Inside, my stomach flips and my inner thighs tighten, and I suddenly feel the room start to sway under my feet.

“Come here. Sit on my lap. Put your knees here.” He pulls me forward then releases one of my hands to gesture toward the tops of his thighs. I shift forward and he holds one hand, helping me into the position on his lap not yet on top of his cock. “Spread your legs, I want to see you. I want to touch you.”

Next thing I know, we are kissing again. The way my legs are spread, I feel the atmosphere of the room on the hot center folds that are now open. He deepens our kiss, his tongue winding around mine and I feel the tips of his fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh, making me quiver.

His other hand comes to the back of my neck, then, breaking our kiss, he takes a handful of my hair and jerks my head to the side, exposing my neck.

“I’m taking you, Jessie. Do you get that? I’m taking what’s mine. I want you. All of you.”

Before I can react, his lips are on the nape of my neck and his fingers glance across my clit, making me gasp and reach forward to steady myself. My hands fall on hard shoulder muscles that I feel shifting and moving under my palms.

He controls me from the top and bottom, and I feel utterly helpless, and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

Pleasure bursts through me as two fingers work my clit while his other hand stays firmly clutching my hair. Teeth now pinch at my neck and I yelp and gulp the air. An orgasm gathers inside me and when Torin’s teeth turn to tongue, and he angles my neck again, so his lips are right at my ear, I lose myself in his voice.

“So wet. Wet for me aren’t you, Blossom? You are going to cum for me. Let’s see how many times…starting now.”

“Oh, God.”

My voice disappears as he plunges a long, thick finger deep inside me, thrusting in and out, faster and harder, pressing into a spot inside of me that he must have just created because I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“Jesus, you’re so tight, baby. Wet, tight, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”

My hips take on a life of their own as his finger pounds without mercy, in and out of me, until I explode in every direction. Words and sounds come from my mouth, a rush of liquid sprays from between my legs and the rest of me shakes and jerks against him.

Before I come down, he releases my neck, fingers falling from my dripping opening as he raises me up, then slowly I feel the tip of his massive cock pressing at my opening.

“Just relax.” He grunts as I meet his eyes. “I’ve got you.”

His huge hands work my body up and down on the tip. The shallow pulses have another orgasm hovering just on the other side of each sensation, but Torin is holding me back, driving me crazy.

“Oh, God. Please…” I beg, catching myself off guard and putting a devious smile on his face.

“You want it?”

I nod because it’s the only thing I can do. My skin feels like it’s alive, tingling, prickling, and needing his touch everywhere. My breaths are short and shallow as my hands grab onto the flesh of his shoulders.