Love Crushed Page 4

  “Yeah, I do.” Slipping on a cropped blue jean jacket, she asks, “What’re you going to do tonight?”

  I lean my shoulder on her dresser and cross my arms, watching as she performs last-minute hair and makeup checks.

  “Gonna have a lazy night in and read. You’ve got me hooked on that damn rocker series. Which, by the way, doesn’t help in my Tiffany’s-not-getting-laid situation.” I’ve considered selling everything and going on the road to follow rocker buses and become a full-time groupie. Holy hotness. “Seriously. Not cool.” I’m going to need new batteries before too much longer.

  “I told you they were hot.” She laughs, not looking a bit sorry.

  “Brian and his fingers alone should come with…”

  “Hey, baby, you about ready?” Cam’s voice carries up the stairs.

  “You’re here!” Gabby looks at me, eyes bugged out, and starts rushing around. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be down. Just have to grab my shoes.”

  She finds her boots and slips them on, turning to me.

  “How do I look?” she says, softer, so Cam can’t hear us downstairs.

  “Hot.” The stairs creak, giving away the fact he’s not waiting for Gabby, he’s coming up for her. “Cam’s going to jump your bones. Just make sure you’re not in public.” Laughing as she hits me with an evil glare, I make my way to the door. “Have fun!”

  “Don’t you dare come up here,” Gabby yells down to him as she makes her way to the stairs.

  Now what? Mmmm. A bath sounds nice. Think I’ll order some food and curl up with The Sinners. Nice relaxation.

  Hopefully, it will also keep all thoughts of Josh Murphy away, too.

  Six

  *Tiffany*

  Heat blooms in my stomach, and my nipples harden. I swipe my finger on the screen to flip the page. The movement has my tank top rubbing my hard peaks, and a slow throb starts between my legs.

  Jeezus, who would have thought books could be so effin’ hot? Where have they been all my life? Another paragraph in, and I’m panting, licking my lips, and wishing it were me on that motorcycle with Jace.

  By the next page, my Kindle’s forgotten, and I slide my hand down my stomach and into the waistband of my blue lace panties, ready to ease the pulsing need coursing through my body. My head tilts back, and a moan slips up my throat from the first touch. My other hand goes up my tank, and my fingers pluck at my nipple. Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my limbs.

  Moving my fingers in slow circular motions on the bundle of nerves, I slide my eyes shut. I picture myself lying back on a motorcycle while Jace does wicked things to my body with his hands and mouth.

  Wait—only Jace has blond hair, and the man currently tonguing my nipple has dark brown hair that turns lighter in the summer. Even in my fantasies, I can’t escape him, and it wouldn’t be the first time I got off to the thought of Josh. I’m gonna just roll with it.

  “Mmm, Kitten, you’re so wet.” He leans down and flicks my nipple with his tongue.

  My fingers pluck harder at the tight buds as my other hand picks up speed, sending zap after zap of pleasure to the tips of my toes.

  “Oh, God.” I slide my other hand down farther and push two fingers in, my arousal coating them. I moan.

  “Warm and tight. Ride my fingers, Kitten. Get yourself off.”

  I pump my fingers in and out, my hips moving with my hand. “Mmm, Josh, so close.” I end on a groan and move my fingers back up to where I need them most, where I know they’ll set me off like a rocket.

  The bed dips, and everything freezes. My lungs that were fighting for breath before have completely stopped working.

  “Don’t stop, Kitten. I like it when you moan my name.” His warm breath tickles my ear, and the wetness of his tongue snakes out to run down my neck. “I’m going to make you come again when you finish.”

  Panic seizes me, and I can’t move. I send up a silent prayer. God, if you can find it in your heart to pity me, please, please strike me dead right now.

  What the hell am I supposed to do? Here I am, lying in my bed, one hand down my panties and the other up my shirt, and I was seconds from coming. Not only that, I said his fucking name!

  Oh God, oh God, oh God.

  Oblivious to my freak-out and hopes of God striking me dead, Josh continues his assault with his mouth and tongue.

  “When I finally made up my mind to come here tonight”—he bites my collar bone—“never did I dream I would walk in and see that.” He soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “Fuckin’ sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  My lungs start up again, and I’m panting. The aching need is back with a vengeance, not happy to have been cut off right before finding relief. Josh gives me another nip, this one on my neck, and it takes everything in me to lie still and not arch my back or release the moan begging to be freed. I’ve got to stop this. This cannot happen.

  “What’re you doing here?” My voice is husky, barely above a whisper, and even I can hear the lust and want in it. I’m screwed. Literally.

  “Told you I was coming after you, and I wasn’t messing around. Didn’t plan on this happening so soon, but damn if I can pass it up.”

  That has my eyes popping open, just in time to see Josh’s head descend and his lips crash to mine. There’s no buildup to the kiss—it’s fast, hot, hard, and desperate.

  My resolve slips, and I yank my hands free of my shirt and panties, digging my nails into the back of his head, pulling him closer, trying to get deeper.

  His hand slides down my side and up across my stomach, continuing its descent, and takes the place where mine just was, hitting right on target.

  “Ohhh!” I break the kiss, and my head slams down to the pillow.

  “What were you thinking about when you were doing this?”

  His words snap me back to earth, and my senses return.

  Oh, God! What am I doing? Josh has his hands between my thighs, and I’m seconds from tipping over the edge.

  “We can’t do this.” I try to pull away from him but have nowhere to go.

  “Tiffany, shut up.” His slides a finger in, and we both groan.

  “Josh. Seriously…” I end on a gasp, and my eyes roll back in my head, not able to continue the fight against the pleasure. It feels too good, and I need this release so bad, it’s hopeless to fight it. His hand pumps between my legs, thumb working the button that will set me off.

  “This is happening.” Faster now, and his mouth comes back to mine.

  My mouth drops open on a moan.

  “Come for me, Kitten.”

  And I do.

  *Josh*

  Watching Tiffany go off like a firecracker is now on my list of top favorite things. Her cheeks are flushed and glowing like I’ve never seen before—lips swollen, face soft, chest heaving from panting, and her heat is still pulsing around my fingers.

  I continue working her, slowly bringing her down and dragging out her orgasm. My cock’s throbbing and begging to get inside her. I wanted to take things slow and make sure she was on board, but that changed the minute I walked into her bedroom to find her sprawled out and moaning my name.

  Her soft white skin was a beacon against the chocolate-brown comforter. The curve of her soft flesh—just barely peeking out of her tank top—and the knowledge that she was pleasuring herself to thoughts of me made me instantly hard.

  I’ll show her how good it can be, then she won’t be able to walk away. From the small taste I’ve had of her, I know it’ll be explosive. Then once I have her, I can prove that I’ll be anything and everything she could possibly want or need.

  Her nails dig into my scalp, sending a frenzied lust coursing through my blood. The urge to possess her and finally make her mine builds to higher levels than I’ve ever experienced before. I need to taste her, to learn every inch of her body—what she likes and what drives her crazy. I’m dying to unleash my hellcat and see what she’s like wild and uninhibited.

  M
oving my lips down the side of her neck, I lick, bite, suck, and kiss. The combination of her taste on my tongue and the smell of her sweet cherry vanilla scent fills my senses and is enough to drive me insane.

  “Josh,” she gasps.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” I nip her neck then pull back, ripping my shirt off. Then glide my hands up her sides, dragging her tank over her head. I need to feel her hands and skin on me.

  Her eyes spring open, and I see the satisfaction, but there’s also hesitation there. She’s hugging her arms around her torso, hiding herself from me.

  “Josh, what are we doing?”

  “Don’t fight it, Kitten.” I stand up and kick off my shoes, never breaking eye contact. “I knew there was something there, and this just proved it.” I start working the button and zipper of my jeans. The click of the zipper moving down the teeth echoes in the room.

  She shakes her head as her eyes devour every inch of my chest and then move to watch my hands, working to free myself.

  This ends here. I’m not going to let her deny this anymore when I can read her clear as day now. Her bullshit excuses are just that—bullshit. And after I make her mine, by loving every inch of her hot-as-fuck body, I’m going to take her out and erase those reasons.

  Pulling my jeans the rest of the way off, I lose the socks and slowly climb on top of her.

  “Josh.” She tries to scoot back on the bed, but there’s nowhere to go. “Seriously, we can—”

  “Shut up, Tiffany.” I grip her wrists and pull them above her head. “Just let it happen and feel.” I lick her lips. She fights me and doesn’t open, but that’s okay. I’m a patient man, and I know she wants this as bad as I do. She just needs to shut her mind off and let her body do the talking for a change. “No thinking.”

  My lips and tongue glide down her jaw to her neck and stop on her small, creamy tits and light pink tips. She purrs, and her body starts to soften.

  “Just feeling.”

  I capture her rosebud in my mouth and slowly flick it with my tongue. I moan, and her back arches off the bed with a loud cry of pleasure. Her skin is so soft and sweet, and I’m dying to taste more of her, make her come undone with my mouth.

  “Now are you going to be good and keep your hands where they are, or am I going to have to tie you up?”

  Her eyes go round, and her breathing picks up.

  “You like the thought of that?” My dick jumps as I have visions of Tiffany tied and at my mercy, mine to do with as I want. She says nothing but licks her lips.

  “Soon. I’ll tie you up and worship every inch of your body, but not tonight. I want you too bad to take my time. Want your hands all over me when I claim you for the first time.”

  “Josh.” She tries to pull out of my grasp, but I don’t release her. “We can’t do this.” Her voice rises an octave, but her eyes glass over with lust.

  “Give me one good reason why.” I move to her neck, raining soft kisses up and down, softly nipping her pulse point and feeling it beat under my tongue. Her hips lift and grind into me.

  “I… we…” She stumbles for something to say, panting.

  Exactly what I thought. She can’t.

  “You can’t because you want this just as bad as I do.”

  Slowly moving down her body, my hands and lips glide feather-soft across her skin, watching her flesh pebble and rise from my light touch.

  I stop at the bar in her belly button and tug on it with my teeth, drawing a purr as her hips come off the bed again. Moving down an inch farther, I breathe her in and feel the wet heat soaking through her panties. Not able to resist, I make one long, hard stroke with my tongue. Even through the material, her taste saturates my mouth, and I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.

  Hooking my fingers into her panties, I glide them down inch by glorious inch, reveling in the sight that greets me. She’s bare, pink, swollen, and glistening. Being this close, engulfed in the smell of her desire and the sweet tangy taste of her still on my lips, I can’t deny myself another taste.

  One slow, long lick, and I’m done. My dick jumps and starts to throb painfully. My body buzzes and screams for more. I dive in, zeroing in on her clit. I suck it into my mouth and make quick, fast strokes with my tongue.

  “Oh my fuck, Josh.” Tiffany shoots up off the bed and grips my hair, grinding her pussy on my face. I growl into her and move down to work my tongue in and out of her. She falls back onto the bed, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

  As much as I want to make her come like this, I know if I don’t get in her soon, I’ll explode, and I want to be inside her when she comes for the second time. I make one last, slow lick up to her clit and suck one final time, then move off the bed to remove my boxer briefs.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful.” My eyes rake up and down her body. Her golden-blond hair is lying around her head like a halo. Her normally pale blue eyes are burning dark, like a cold winter day. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her lips red, kiss-swollen, and glistening from the moisture of her tongue. Her small round mounds jiggle with each pant, topped with light pink buds begging for attention. The silver gleam of her belly button ring beckons me to play with it some more. Her long legs look amazing in a pair of cutoff jean shorts.

  “Why’d you stop?” she whines, and her hips continue to roll. “I was so close.” She groans.

  “As good as you taste, I need to be inside you before I fuckin’ explode.” I bend down and retrieve my wallet out of my jeans. Pulling a condom out, I rip open the package with my teeth, all the while never taking my eyes off her.

  Anything and everything I’ve ever wanted lies bare and exposed to me. Right here, in front of me.

  “Mine.” After tonight, Tiffany Johnson will be mine.

  “What?” She sits up, and her eyes go round. “What do you mean yours? Josh, thi—“

  “No more talking unless you’re moaning, panting, or screaming my name.”

  *Tiffany*

  I’m completely speechless, breathless, and so turned-on that I may go up in flames at any moment. Josh has always been hot, but this controlling, dominant side of him gives a whole new meaning to hot. Can I really go through with this, though?

  Hell yes, you can! my libido shouts at me. We’ve been wanting this forever, so don’t screw it up for us. Just look at him!

  The endless muscles and those dips on his hips—I’m not sure what they’re called, but they make me deliriously stupid. The tattoo around his arm and shoulder makes my mouth water and causes my core to clench. His pecs, shoulders, and the muscles in his forearms move as he rolls the condom down his shaft.

  I always roll my eyes when girls call it beautiful. It’s a penis. How can it be anything but angry looking? Josh proved me wrong on that, too, because his is beautiful and makes me hungry for the taste of him. I want to pull him into my mouth and see how far I can take him, see how wild I can make him.

  Josh crawls back on the bed, forcing me to lie down. He lifts my hips and positions the head of his cock at my entrance. Never breaking eye contact, his green eyes blaze back, showing his hunger and need. And I’m done fighting this. I want him as bad as he wants me. We’re two grown adults. We can have sex and leave it at that. Right?

  Moving his hands up my arms, he locks our fingers together above my head then, without warning, slams into me.

  “Josh!” Stars explode, electricity zaps through my body, and my back arches, causing my breasts to rub against his chest. He throws his head back and lets out a fierce growl, grinding into me, causing me to moan and clench around him.

  I’ve never felt so amazingly full. He fills me to a level that’s almost painful but more pleasure than anything I’ve felt before. There’s no slow buildup, only uncontrolled lust and desire. He slams in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot on every thrust forward.

  “Oh fuck, Kitten.” He pants, and beads of sweat form on his forehead. “Not gonna last.” Never breaking his rhythm, he continues to power into me. “
Feels too good.” Leaning down, he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth and bites down, flicking it with his tongue. “Need you”—he grinds into me—“with me.”

  “Almost.” I moan and circle my hips, pressing him in deeper. He moves back, drawing my legs over his shoulders, then continues his powerhouse thrust. “Yes! So close.” My legs shake, and I fight to take a full breath.

  One of his hands moves across my stomach, and his thumb presses down on my bundle of nerves, making fast circles. And that’s all it takes.

  “Oh, God. Yes, Josh. Yes!” Complete and total ecstasy takes over my body. I fall limp as my body buzzes, and my pussy pulses around him.

  Josh continues hammering into me, and each thrust sends new shockwaves through my body. It’s almost too much to take, so powerful I want to beg him to stop. My body’s burning hot, and I’m fighting for breath. Right before I beg him to have mercy, his body locks tight as he spills inside of me.

  “Fuck. Kitten.” He collapses on me, his breathing choppy and ragged.

  As much as I want to wrap my arms around him and hold him, I can’t. My arms and legs won’t move. I think he may have broken me, but boy, what a way to be broken.

  Seven

  *Tiffany*

  I jump and yelp when Josh’s hand connects with my butt, pulling me out of the orgasmic coma. My body feels like Jell-O that’s been electrocuted. I’m the most relaxed I’ve ever been in my life, and I just want to lie here and bask in the afterglow.

  Joshua Murphy has just rocked my world.

  “Up! Get dressed, Kitten. I had plans for us before I came over here and caught you with your hand down your pants.”

  There’s that smirk of his that makes me want to smack it—or kiss it off his face.

  “We’re still going, so up you go.” He climbs out of bed and starts pulling his pants back on, and I want to cry to the heavens because he’ll be covered once again. The things hiding under those clothes—and especially what he can do with them—should come with a warning label.