Page 24 of Burning Demons (Burning Torments #1)

Chapter 24

Wren

Tate eyed me cautiously as if he were trying to figure out what I was thinking. I let him off easy and showed him exactly what was in my head right now. He widened his eyes as I lifted off the sofa and crowded him back against the cushions.

“Wren?” he squeaked.

“This is happening, Tate.”

The question in his eyes burned away in a blink to be replaced by the same flames searing off any other thoughts in my head besides having him. Completely.

“Upstairs?” he asked.

I nodded all slow and careful so as not to reveal how much this escalating need for him had me shaking with nerves and excitement.

Tate cracked his palm across my ass and broke the tension. “Then get off this sofa, Big Country, and show me what you’ve got.”

I straightened with a snap and hauled him to his feet at the same time. He chuckled, but the sound choked into a laugh when I tossed him over my shoulder and marched to the stairs.

We were on each other like animals when I dropped him to his feet, shoving and pulling and biting as we tumbled each step. I slammed Tate into the wall, rattling the picture frames, and then he pushed me against the opposite one. When we got to the top, Tate wrapped his arms around my neck. I lifted him off his toes and carried him into my room.

He tugged on my hair and kissed me like he couldn’t live without it anymore. We shed our clothes in a flurry of arms and groping hands. Our lips only left each other when we had to clear our shirts over our heads.

“God, I need you,” Tate whispered against my mouth.

“You have me.”

Sunlight streamed across him from the window. His green eyes sparkled from behind his bangs. He parted his lips with a rushed exhale. This image of him would stick in my mind for all time.

I turned him with rough hands until the sleek lines of his back were against my chest, then stroked his solid cock.

“Harder,” he begged as he curled his arms around my head.

Something about Tate called to primal urges in my blood. I bit the back of his neck, inching him closer to the bed with shuffles of our feet. It drove him wild. The tight curve of his ass cheeks brushed my erection. My pulse raced, and my cock kept the pace as it throbbed.

Our legs hit the bed, and I released him only to push him onto his stomach. I followed him down, straddling his calves and gripping his ass in both hands. His pale skin turned pink, then red. Tate moaned and lifted his hips, letting me do anything I craved. His fleshy cheeks squeezed between my fingers as I stared, drunk on the power he gave me.

With no more thought than taking full advantage of my dirty mind while I could, I leaned closer and gave his crease a full swipe with my tongue.

“Ahhh! Shit!” Tate yelled into the pillow.

I licked again and again until his hisses turned into moans.

A cozy warmth radiated off his skin onto my face. The scent and flavor clouded around me, shockingly sexy as fuck, and driving me crazier with each pass. Hungry. Desperate. Up and down, round the edge, then lightly teasing it. I wasn’t sure how long I ate his ass out, licking and sucking until I was out of my mind to penetrate him.

“Wren, please. I need to come,” Tate whimpered.

With this newfound act to savor, I’d forgotten about my own raging hard-on until he said that. I flipped him over easily and sucked down his leaking cock. Precome dotted his stomach, and it didn’t take him long before he came in my mouth hard and fast.

“Yes, yes. Oh, God, yes,” he mumbled and writhed. Tate laughed and pushed at my shoulder when I kept trying to get more out of him. “Come up here and fuck my face.”

There was no stopping us. I didn’t know when we’d get the house to ourselves like this again, and I had no qualms about giving in to every wicked dream he or I’d ever had.

I scrambled over his body until I straddled his chest, pitching forward to get my cock closer to his mouth. Already so close to the edge, I hit his chin and lips before I could get my jumping cock down his throat. Tate wrapped his hands around my legs, batted his pretty eyes at me, and I started fucking.

I lost myself in the potency of his hot mouth and tight throat. Vibrations spiked straight to my balls and shot up my spine. I kept it restrained, too afraid of hurting him, but I would swear he wanted me to go harder. Didn’t matter ’cause I sure as shit didn’t last that long.

My spent dick slipped from his lips. Tate lay panting, staring at me as if I’d done something truly miraculous. How was he so fucking perfect?

As I shuffled down his body, unease crept in. Would he wanna kiss me after where my mouth had been?

Not ready to force it or ask, I nibbled on his neck and jaw and ear as we both roamed over each other with eager hands.

“Kiss me,” Tate breathed.

“I wasn’t sure if you …”

“What’s good for you is good for me.”

Sound logic, and I’d no doubt feel the same. We made out for long minutes in a tangle of limbs and sheets. To give our stubble-burned lips a break, we had a biting match, laughing when he conceded. What could’ve been awkward, packed with pressure and doubts, was only playful and fun. This was happening, and we were doing it at our speed, our way.

A flood of emotion filled my chest. The weight nearly crushed me. What was between us was ours alone and so right, so genuine, so full. Before the overflow of everything could leak out my eyes, I buried my face in his neck and inhaled him deep into my lungs.

Tate. Mine. Always.

He lazily brushed my abs with the backs of his fingers, his every movement as contented as my own. I tensed when his fingertips tickled over my tip. Hard and ready again, I fumbled for his cock and sighed against his skin. The rigid heat of him thrust into my palm.

“So what’s the best way to do this?” I asked.

Tate shrugged. “Um, we could start face-to-face, if you want.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not,” I said, but he saw right through that.

Tate cupped my face. “Don’t be nervous,” he repeated softly.

After one more kiss, I sat back on my heels and reached for the lube.

“Lots of lube,” he said.

I coated my finger and rubbed it between his cheeks. Tate spread wide with his legs up. I dripped lube right on his hole to watch it flex, then rubbed more on.

“Ready?” I asked.

He nodded, so I began to stroke harder, then pushed my way in. Confidence filled me with excitement more than worry. One finger became two. I added more lube, and then two fingers became three.

“Yes, keep going. More,” Tate encouraged. His little whimpers and moans helped a lot too.

I pumped him a few more times, turning and twisting my fingers, searching for his prostate.

“Oh, God.”

“Tate?”

“It’s good. Promise.”

Good? Understatement. All his clutching heat drove me insane. This silky, tight intensity was about to be choking my cock, and I couldn’t wait.

“I’m gonna come so fuckin’ fast.”

Tate’s dick sat red and angry on his abs. It bounced and leaked uncontrollably. “We both will.”

“I can’t wait anymore. You ready?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

With my hand free, I squirted lube all over my dick, then more on his ass again. He said a lot of lube, so …

Not until I was notched against his hole did I think about a condom.

“Oh, shit.”

Tate popped his eyes open wide. “What?”

“Um, condom?”

“Oh.” He didn’t say more, and somehow, I knew he wanted this to be my call.

“You’re my person, Tate.”

He smiled and nodded, the glow on his face reflected in my soul. I pushed inside him slowly. For a moment, it seemed like all that prep was for shit. I met tight resistance, but after a second, my cockhead popped past his ring.

“Fuuuck,” we moaned together, then chuckled. Mine turned into another moan when his body tensed around me.

“Oh, God,” he whispered.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Go slow.”

I nodded and pushed, so fucking eager but afraid of hurting him too. “You sure? All good?”

“Yesss.”

Time stopped in an agonizing limbo of breathe, push, pause. Over and over. Tate hissed breaths through clenched teeth but didn’t stop me. For what seemed like one long, never-ending moment, we were these two creatures fighting for opposite goals, or maybe each other, and then our skin slapped together as I bottomed out.

It was done.

The battle was over.

“We’re there,” I cheered like a lame-ass.

Tingles raced from head to toe as I adjusted to this new wonder. Only my dick sat snug inside him, but I would swear he held all of me. A smile on my lips, I stared at Tate, seeing him for the first time all over again. That painful realization that my life had altered in some major way came crashing in once again. He didn’t bulldoze or come screaming; Tate had sat quietly in my life since that first day, and now he lay beneath me, catching his breath and staring at me with as much awe shining in his eyes as was bursting out of my chest.

Never blinking, never taking my gaze from his, I lowered to my forearms. Tate wrapped his long legs around my hips.

This man …

I kissed him.

His ass twitched around me, and my cock jumped impatiently, but I had to do this. This moment, this one and so many more, would never happen again. This one second on a Sunday would never come back, and I couldn’t let it go by without a kiss.

Tate licked me off his lips, and just like that, all the urgent needs of my body rushed back into the forefront.

“So tight.” I moaned the words as I backed out of his channel. “So hot.”

Tate hissed, head thrown back and neck corded in strain. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Too much? Did I hurt you?”

“No. Just slow a few more times.”

Slow. Slow? Fuck, could I handle it?

Slow in, slow out. Slow in, slow out. “Like this?” This torture?

“Wren, God, Jesus, fuck.”

Tate gripped his cock, squeezing the life out of it. I covered his hand with one of mine.

Slow in, slow out.

Slow in, slow out.

Tate let out a huge breath. “More, Wren.”

I repeated the movements quicker, then quicker still. A steady thrum tingled from my dick, feeding life and energy into every cell of my body.

“God, you feel so good,” I whispered.

“More, harder.”

“Yes!” Thank fuck because I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Muscles I didn’t even know I had woke up and started fucking him with me. My lower back and abs flexed as hard as my quads. Together. My whole body strained and plunged for more, faster, a steady build to the inevitable jump off the ledge.

The constant push and pull dragged Tate’s contracting heat over me, a soft fire inflaming me as much as it soothed. Every pop, sizzle, and spark centralized, zeroed in, with each passing second. Every thrust inside him left behind little hums and tremors, but the pleasure concentrated until it laser focused toward my balls. Too much. Mini explosions erupted randomly. I wouldn’t make it much longer, even though I wanted this to last forever.

Tate jacked himself in time with my movements. We were so close his knuckles brushed my lower abs with each shuttle of his hand. I had to wait for him. I couldn’t give up.

I nipped his collarbone and shoulder. I sucked mercilessly at his neck. All to distract myself. Teeth gritted, growls of determination huffing out of me with every breath, I reached for Tate’s ass and squeezed.

Don’t wimp out . Make it last for Tate .

I must’ve done something or moved some way different. Tate freaked out suddenly and moaned like a porn star.

“There! Yes, there. Ah, God, don’t stop.”

I didn’t. But not three strokes later and he screamed again.

“Ahh! Ah. Shit. Fuck. Fuck .” Come burst out of him as he moaned and groaned, head thrashing.

His tight hole gripped me so hard I thought for sure it’d never let me go, and then I came inside him with a final shove and a dizzying relief.

“Yes. Oh God.” I repeated the same over and over until the words were only mumbles of mindlessness.

The short drop into heaven lasted seconds, but even at the bottom, the pleasure rolled and liquified. I collapsed on top of him, squishing his come between us, but who the fuck cared. Muscles and nerve endings ticked and spasmed all over me as the orgasm waves receded.

“You killed me,” I breathed. This was the death of one life and the birth of another. Dramatic? Yeah, but my body demanded it.

He didn’t answer, so I lifted my head to check on him. His chest rose and fell evenly, so a good sign there.

“Tate?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah. You?”

I eased myself off and out of him, then flopped to the bed beside him.

“We just did that,” I said.

“We owned the hell out of that.”

I chuckled. “Give me a moment, and I’ll clean you up.”

“Need. Shower,” he said on two separate breaths.

I nodded, ’cause, yeah.

Neither of us made an attempt to move for a while. When Tate shivered, I forced myself into action. He swayed once on his feet, so I kept an arm around his waist as we headed for the bathroom. I held him right outside the tub while the water heated, kissing his face, and shoulders, and fingers, and eyelids, until he was smiling and laughing quietly.

Tate huddled into my chest, his head on my shoulder, and then he lifted his chin and kissed my neck. “Think we have time to do it again?”