Page 17 of Taming the Storm

She lets out a throaty laugh, causing them to jiggle in my hands.

  She rests back onto her elbows and lifts her chin. “Get naked. Now.” Her eyes are watching me with determination.

  I don’t usually take well to commands from women. The bedroom is my domain. Sex always runs at my pace. But I don’t want to do anything that might ruin this or set off her crazy mouth, so I’ll keep quiet this time. I have her where I’ve wanted her for a long time, and she’s currently pliable, so I’ll indulge her and do as she asks.

  Still, I am a little reluctant to let go of these beauties now that I finally have them in my hands.

  Giving them one last squeeze, I smirk. “With pleasure, darlin’.”

  I tug my shirt off, letting it join her dress on the floor. When I see the look in her eyes as she stares at me, I get a feeling I’ve never had before.

  She’s not looking at me the same way other women do when they know they’re about to be fucked by me.

  When a woman has sex with me, she’s having sex with my band, my name, giving herself notoriety. She can say she was fucked by Tom Carter from TMS.

  Not that I don’t use women in equal measure.

  But Lyla’s not looking at me like that.

  The only thing in her eyes is…me.

  She’s looking at me like I matter—to her. Like this is real.

  Then, she meets my eyes, and something happens. I’m not sure what exactly, but whatever it is, it tightens its hands around my chest, making my lungs burn and my heart pound like a bitch.

  Then, she smiles, and her eyes move down my chest, heading south. I almost exhale in relief.

  I watch as her gaze hits my cock, which is straining against my jeans, desperate to get out and into her.

  Her eyes widen.

  I grin.

  This I can work with.

  Grabbing my cock, I draw the denim even tighter against him, giving her some idea of the size that is about to impale her.

  There’s a nervous flicker in her eyes. She bites her lip. Then, she lifts her gaze to mine. I have to stifle a laugh as I watch her force determination into her stare.

  “Naked,” she reiterates.

  Once again indulging her, I get to my feet.

  Standing on the bed, a foot on either side of her hips, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down past my hips, letting my cock spring free.

  In surprise, her mouth forms a perfect O, showing me her blow-job mouth, which I’ll be putting to use real soon.

  She’s either shocked by the fact that I’ve been commando all night, or she’s amazed by the actual size of my cock.

  I’m not what you would call…small.

  “Like what you see?” I smirk.

  Wide eyes stare back at me. I watch her blink herself back to reality, and I hold back the laughter I feel.

  Lifting her eyebrow, she drags her tongue along her lower lip. “Yeah, I like what I see—a lot.”

  Jesus. That almost brings me to my knees.

  My dick pulses, throbbing against my stomach.

  I look down at her pussy. “Lose the panties, Firecracker. Now.”

  She practically jumps to attention at the command in my voice. I like that she does. It’ll work well for future fuckings. Moving her legs from between mine, she pulls off those sexy boots. I enjoy the sound of them hitting the floor.

  My eyes are fixed on her hands, watching rapt, as she slides her panties off.

  Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

  She’s blonde there, too. Trimmed to exquisiteness. A sexy landing strip.

  A cat flap just awaiting my entrance.

  Thank you, God.

  I let my eyes roam.

  My cock hardens further at the unadulterated sight of her.

  Long blonde hair spilling across slender shoulders. Stunning eyes. Soft, creamy skin. Perfect tits.

  Then, a wave of anger hits me. She’s wanted me all this time, but she has been denying me, keeping her amazing body from me.

  “Don’t ever say no to me again.”

  She tilts her head to the side, an unsure smile on her lips. “Okay…”

  I choose to ignore the lack of surety in her voice.

  Mirroring her, I cock my head to the side. “You really should be naked all the time, you know.”

  She throws her head back and laughs. The sound makes my cock ache.

  “You’re seriously fucking hot, Firecracker.”

  She crooks a finger at me. I get down to my knees and crawl up her body. Unable to stay away a second longer, I crush my mouth to hers.

  She moans a sound of absolute pleasure. I feel it under my skin, like a drug slipping into my veins.

  Her lips part on a soft moan. I slide my tongue inside her mouth. Holding her head in my hands, I take control of the kiss, deepening it. I’m taking my time, enjoying the feel of her sexy tongue slide against mine.

  Then, she wraps her hand around my cock. He jerks at her touch. And so does my control before it snaps.

  Our mouths are going at it, hard and fast.

  Shit, if I keep this up, it’ll be over before it begins.

  Leaving her mouth, I kiss across her jaw to her neck, and I slide down her body until I reach those gorgeous tits of hers.

  Tongue on her nipple, I lave it, licking and sucking, getting off on the sweet taste of her.

  Lyla arches up, pushing into my mouth, offering herself to me.

  Wanting to play a little, I move away.

  “Tom, please…” she moans, her hands grabbing my hair as she tries to guide me to where she wants.

  I love how much she wants it…wants me.

  I blow lightly over her wet nipple, and then I take one of her perfect tits into my mouth. I lick and suck and bite until her nipple is distended, and she’s writhing wild under me.

  Her pussy is wet and rubbing against my thigh, reaching for what I’m going to give her three times over before the night is over.

  I lift my body slightly and slip my hand between her legs.

  She jerks at my touch.

  “Jesus, Ly,” I groan. “You’re soaked.”

  I knew she was wet, but this is beyond hot. She’s practically dripping down her thighs for me.

  I slide my finger through her folds and find nirvana when I push into her pussy. “Fuck,” I hiss, feeling her insanely tight pussy clamping down on my finger.

  She hasn’t been fucked in a while. I’ve been inside enough women to know.

  No wonder she’s so cranky all the time. She’s one hot ball of frustration.

  I plan on relieving that tension very soon. She’ll have a smile like the Joker by the time I’m finished with her.

  I lean up and gently kiss her lips. “How long has it been since you were last fucked?” I murmur as I continue to glide my finger in and out of her.

  Her body stiffens. I know she’s about to pull away.

  I capture her gaze. “Don’t run. It’s just a question. No hidden agenda. I just want to know how many orgasms you’re owed…because I’m ready to pay up.”

  Quick thinking there, Carter.

  She blinks back at me, eyes wide and unsure.

  “How long, baby?” I run my tongue over her bottom lip before nipping it with my teeth.

  Her body softens in my hands.

  She exhales a light breath. “It’s not a really long time…ten months. I haven’t been with anyone since…”

  Since that motherfucker broke her heart.

  And seriously, ten months is a fucking long time to go without sex. I’m going without, and it’s killing me. But that’s mostly because of her.

  I press another kiss to her lips while doing quick math in my head. “You’re owed six hundred orgasms,” I murmur into her mouth.

  Pulling back, she stares at me like I’m crazy. “How do you figure that?”

  “Ten months dry, averaging each month at thirty days. That’s two a day—”

  “Two?”

  “Bare minimum when you’re with me, baby.?
?? I wink.

  She laughs, and her tits jiggle, drawing my attention back to them. Moving down, I cup them with my hands, and I press a kiss between them.

  “So, that’s thirty times two. Sixty orgasms times ten months equals six hundred.”

  “You can count quickly.”

  “I’m not just a stunningly handsome face.”

  She slides her fingers into my hair. “I’m starting to realize that.”

  Feeling pressure on my chest again, I ignore it and begin licking a path between her tits.

  “Six hundred,” she purrs. “That’s a lot of orgasms.”

  “I could clear that in a month,” I murmur over her skin.

  “That’s quite a challenge.”

  “Easy street for me.”

  “Tom, you do realize that I’ve been coming all by myself during the last ten months, right?”

  Dropping my head to her chest, I groan. “Jesus, I wish I’d been there to see that—or at the very least, helped.” I lift my head. “Please tell me you were imagining me when you were getting yourself off?”

  She lifts a sexy eyebrow and nips her lip with her teeth. “Maybe…once or twice.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, dropping my head back to her chest.

  The sound and feel of her laughter brings a smile to my lips.

  My head comes back up on a thought. “In the world of orgasms, you do know that self-helps don’t count, right?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes glinting. “I did not know that.”

  She bites that damn lip again, making me want to bite it and more. I take hold of her lip between my thumb and finger, tugging it free. Her eyes darken.

  “Six hundred orgasms, Firecracker. Just think of it…”

  There’s this moment between us. Something happens, something I’ve never felt before. I’m not quite sure what it is.

  She lets out a laugh. “All nice in theory, but we both know this is only going to happen once. It’s a shame because I would totally be up for six hundred orgasms.”

  Her words stick in my throat.

  Once.

  I can’t just fuck her and walk away. Aside from breaking my promise to the big man upstairs, the thought of once with her doesn’t sound like nearly enough.

  I need to keep her…for a while at least.

  Leaving all thoughts and talk behind, I crawl my way down her body. Pushing her thighs apart, I settle between them and lift one leg, hooking it over my shoulder. Lowering my mouth to her pussy, I lift my eyes and find her staring at me.

  “Stay exactly like this. I want you to watch the whole time I’m licking you until you come around my mouth. You close your eyes, and you don’t get to come. Understand?”

  Her tongue slides over her lower lip, and she nods her head.

  I love how pliant she is under my hands. Seems sex is what makes Lyla agreeable.

  “Good girl.”

  Pressing my nose and mouth up against her pussy, I inhale. God, she smells so fucking good.

  In this moment, I wish that I’d kept that tongue ring I used to have. I got rid of it because it was driving me nuts, but I know the feel of it would have driven her wild.

  Guess I’ll just have to work some extra magic with my tongue alone.

  Tilting my head back slightly, I let my tongue out, and I lick up her pussy until I reach her clit.

  Her hips jerk, and she cries out loudly the instant I make contact with her clit.

  I love her reaction. And it spurs me on more.

  I repeat the motion a few more times until she’s writhing, pushing against my mouth.

  Then, I just lose it. I lose myself in her.

  Licking and sucking hard, I plunge my tongue inside her pussy, getting off on the feel of her hands pulling at my hair. I’m literally dry-humping the mattress in time with the movement of her hips as she rocks against my mouth.

  Her voice breathy, she curses and cries out my name.

  She’s vocal, and it’s seriously hot.

  Her eyes have stayed on me the whole time, just like I told her…right up until that tight hold of hers snaps. Then, she’s exploding in my mouth…screaming out my name.

  The absolute satisfaction I feel at her reaction to me is like nothing I’ve felt before.

  I feel heady.

  Full of her yet not full enough.

  I feel like a fucking king.

  Off that bed, I grab my jeans from the floor, getting a condom from my wallet.

  She watches me put it on, her eyes greedy on my cock, so I make sure to let her enjoy the show.

  When I’m sheathed, I’m back between her legs and ready to hit that home run.

  “I need you inside me,” she whispers, breathless.

  I take both her hands and move them up over her head, pinning them to the bed.

  I lower my mouth to hers, lips just touching. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re not gonna know where you start and I end.”

  Then, I lick a path along her lips while teasing my cock at her slick entrance. “Ask me to fuck you.”

  Her eyes meet mine. “Fuck me, Tom.”

  “Say please.”

  “Please, Tom!” she cries out. “Just fuck me! Now!”

  In one swift move, I slam inside her. I’m pretty sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds. It’s been way too long since I’ve been inside a woman, and Lyla feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  Tight. So tight and hot and perfect.

  My ears are ringing, my blood pumping and my heart pounding. I’m about to burst out of my skin.

  And I’m so close to coming that it’s not even funny.

  I slide a hand down her thigh. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She puts her legs around me, no questions asked.

  I love how controllable she is in bed. Maybe I’ll just keep her locked up in here all the time.

  Now, there’s a thought.

  “Tom…please,” she moans.

  I move out of her slowly and then slam straight back in.

  “Oh God.” Her eyes close, and she arches her back, pushing her tits into my chest.

  I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, hard.

  “Holy shit!” she cries, breathless. “Harder, Tom! Fuck me harder!”

  And I’m undone.

  I start fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. Driving her up the bed with each hard thrust. The sound of my skin slapping against hers is pushing me closer to the edge.

  I can feel her tightening around my cock. She’s ready to come, which is fucking relief because I’m about two seconds behind her.

  I reach a hand between us and rub my thumb over her clit.

  “Two orgasms, Ly,” I murmur over her mouth before I capture another kiss. “Give it to me. Now.”

  “Oh God…Tom…Tom…”

  I press my thumb against her clit, then, she’s screaming my name and God’s and a whole bunch of curses as her body bucks skyward.

  I fucking love how vocal she is. It’s seriously sexy.

  I’m swift as I move up onto my knees. I grab hold of her hips, yanking her to me, and then I start to slam my way home. I pump in and out—once, twice—while my sack slaps her hot ass, and then…

  “Lyla! Fuck!”

  I come harder than I ever have come before.

  I fall on top of her, my body twitching with aftershocks.

  Still inside her, I rest up on my elbows, easing my weight away from her. Her eyes are glazed, and she’s wearing a cute, goofy smile.

  “That was amazing,” she breathes. She lifts her hand to my face and runs her fingers over my cheek.

  “Of course it was.” I give her a cocky grin.

  She giggles. The sound has my cock standing back to attention.

  Even he can’t seem to get enough of her.

  I’m staring at her. She’s staring at me.

  Then, I see the shift in her expression.

  “I should go,” she says.

  Wh
at the fuck?

  One Second After—Fairmont Hotel, Pittsburgh

  “What?” I frown, my eyes wide.

  I’m still inside her, and she’s talking about leaving. That’s usually my line. Have I missed something here?

  She gives me a wary look. “I should, um…leave and go to my room.”

  These are the words I always want to hear from a woman, but never do. If I ever did, I would have been singing. But hearing Lyla say them…

  Yeah, not so great.

  I actually feel a little…used.

  What the fuck? Have I grown a vagina? Have I turned into Jake or Denny?

  Jesus Christ. She’s turning me into a man I barely recognize.

  I slip my semihard cock out of her and remove the condom before tossing it into the trash can by the bed.

  I look back to her. She’s not looking at me. Her eyes are staring out the window.

  There’s something niggling inside me, like an ache in my chest. Then, I realize that ache is there because I don’t want her to leave. Not yet anyway.

  I don’t want her to leave because…well, because I haven’t had my fill of her yet. I’m not done fucking her.

  Yeah, that’s why my chest is aching like a bitch.

  “Not happening,” I say firmly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Her eyes come back to me with a hard look in them. “And what if I’m finished with you?”

  I put my hand between her thighs and slip my finger between her folds. Still soaking. “Doesn’t feel like you’re done with me.”

  She smacks my hand away.

  I chuckle.

  “You really are disgusting.”

  “Yeah, and you fucking love it.”

  She tries to give me an angry look, but a smile edges her lips.

  Then, out of nowhere, she lets out a sad sigh and rubs her hands over her face before leaving them there.

  I pull her hands away from her face. “Talk to me.”

  She lets out another sigh. Focusing her eyes on mine, she gives me a lost look. “I thought we’d be done now. That this”—she waves a hand between us—“drive-me-crazy sexual tension would be gone if we had sex this one time. Then, we could go back to normal, you know, being friends like we were. But…” She bites down on her lip. “Now, we’ve had sex, and well…” Her eyes lower. “It doesn’t feel like we’re done.”

  This weird sense of relief spreads through me.

  “That’s because we’re not. We haven’t even begun. Once was never an option. It was never going to be enough to satisfy what’s between us.”