Heart's Masquerade Page 9

  He shrugged. “I want a big family.”

  “Good luck with that, buddy. You know you’re not the one who has to push those boulders out your ass.”

  “Neither does a woman,” he shot back.

  She laughed. “You know what I mean.”

  He knew, but he liked teasing her, just as she enjoyed teasing him. “So you don’t want kids?”

  “I would love at least one of my own, but there are plenty of kids out there who don’t have a home or anyone to love them. One day I might have a baby, but I also want to adopt. Well, if I can ever afford it.”

  Torrian set his food aside and studied her luscious form. He reached a hand out to run fingers over her belly. A swollen middle and full, heavy breasts? Oh yeah, Jaz would still make him want her. He let his hand drop to the top of her thigh, and she covered it to keep him from exploring farther. Their gazes met. He raised his eyebrows in question.

  “You have a one-track mind,” she accused him.

  He shrugged. “Babies led to thoughts of how they’re produced.”

  “Shouldn’t that have turned you off?”

  “Why? We use protection. All I can think of is getting inside you.”

  “Again, like I said, one-track mind.”

  He leaned over and licked her earlobe. “You’re saying you don’t want it?”

  “Don’t be crazy.”

  “Then don’t deny us both.” Before she could stop him, he flicked his index finger forward. Aimed just right, it thumped her clit through her clothing, and he enjoyed her reaction, closing her thighs to trap his hand, arching her back, and parting her lips.

  “Torrian, stop.”

  “I don’t want to, and you don’t want me to either.”

  “I might not, but we can’t do it here. Anybody could walk in.”

  He sighed and drew his hand away. “Let me take you home.”

  She stood and closed the Styrofoam container she held. “I thought you came back to do volunteer work.”

  He rose as well and took her arm before she could move away. A finger beneath her chin forced her to look at him, and he removed the container from her hold to set on the table. “Let’s be clear, Jazara. I came back for you. You! Don’t pretend you don’t know or that it’s not what you want as well.”

  “I have a choice.” Fire lit in her gaze.

  He nodded, then put her against the table to follow with his body pressed to hers. The thin blouse she wore and the bra didn’t keep him from noting how her nipples stiffened. “Yes, and all you have to do is tell me no.”

  She raised her chin higher in defiance. “I thought I just told you to stop.”

  He released her and stepped back. When he turned to leave, she ran in front of him and threw her arms around his neck. Her lips were on his before he could speak a word, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth while crushing her to him. Torrian lifted her off her feet and ground his hips into hers. His cock swelled, straining against his jeans to get inside her. He groaned and broke the kiss to rest his forehead on hers.

  “Don’t play games with me, Jaz.” He set her down and drew back. She held his hand.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I want it. Boy, do I want it, and you’re right, I contacted you because of that more than to get you to take on the class.”

  He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her soft lips. She tasted so good, he couldn’t get enough. While he held her, he guided her palm to his crotch and made her feel his erection. “You do this to me every time I’m around you, but I don’t want you to let me in your bed because you feel you have to.”

  “I don’t think that.”

  He studied her face to be sure. Putting more space between them might help them both to make a clearheaded decision, but he couldn't let her go. She’d started massaging his dick. He wanted to rip his jeans down and hers along with them to stuff her full of himself. Sure, he had always had a healthy libido, but Jaz made him feel like he needed it. He’d been ready to kill Marcos for even suggesting anyone but him have her. “I want to put you on that table and take you now.”

  She shivered in his hold. “I’d give anything for that to happen, but we better not.”

  “What time do you get off?” he asked.

  “Now! They owe me time.”

  Torrian helped her to straighten the room where they had run the entrepreneurial class together. Then he waited while she wrapped up a few other loose ends. Before long, they hurried down the street, and in twenty minutes, she let him into her apartment. Torrian slammed the door, locked it, and went after what he’d waited two long weeks to have again.

  Chapter Nine

  Jaz had started to walk across her living room, headed for the bedroom, but Torrian caught her hand. He jerked her back to his chest, reached around in front of her, and pinched her jeans open. Within seconds, the man had his hand down her pants and his inside her wet pussy. She almost howled in pleasure, spreading her legs while trying not to lose her balance. Rubbing her ass against his thigh, she arched to coax his fingers deeper. He pumped them in and out of her heat and pressed his thumb over her clit. His movements were precise and expert, aimed to drive her crazy with need.

  “Kiss me,” he murmured above her, and she tilted her head back and raised her chin. Oh how she loved his size. He engulfed her, made her feel small and feminine. He descended and kissed her with such relish, sweeping the interior of her of mouth. She surrendered to him and let him work her body until she began to shake. He caught her little clit between his thumb and forefinger, and as he tongue-kissed her, he pinched her bud and tugged on it. Whimpering in pleasure under his mouth, she gave in to a powerful orgasm. Torrian kept up the onslaught through an aftershock that left her weak.

  Finally, he flattened his palm on her mound, patted it, and released her. She stumbled forward and spun to face him. “Let me suck your cock.”

  His eyes widened, and she saw an inkling of hope. She never took a man into her mouth the first time. Since this wasn’t, and she felt like she’d gotten to know him a little better, she wanted to please him.

  “You don’t have to.” She heard the longing in his tone. “Are you sure?”

  In answer, she dropped to her knees and unbelted his jeans. When she unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper, he hissed. She’d thought he was fully erect already, but the bulge in his pants swelled even more. Eager, she dragged the pants down and his boxers with them. Torrian’s thick cock popped free of the clothing, fully extended. Jaz ran fingertips from the base to the tip and circled the head.

  “Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted.

  She smiled, knowing she had his undivided attention. She licked the tip of his cock, tasted the salty precome, and gave his shaft a brief suck. He moaned. His head dipped back, and he shut his eyes. She sucked him again and pumped his cock in her palm.

  “Jazara, sweet Jazara,” he whispered.

  “Yes, understand who makes you feel this good, Torrian.” He started and opened his eyes. As soon as she met his gaze, she licked his cock and took it into her mouth. Her lover’s shaft touched the back of her throat, and she let him slide out again before swallowing him a second time. Over and over, she pleased him, stroking his cock, sucking as much as she could fit into her mouth, and massaging his balls. Slow and gentle, Torrian pumped into her mouth. He whispered her name and set a hand at the back of her head. They moved as one while she pleasured him, and then he gasped.

  “I can’t hold it, baby,” he said. “Feels so good, I’m going to come.”

  She didn’t stop sucking and stroking him, encouraging him to let go. By the time he was ready, her body was on fire all over again. Her pussy clenched, knowing his cock was inches away. While she held his shaft in one hand and sucked him, she rubbed her clit with the other. Torrian saw what she did and tilted his head to the side. He stared at her as she brought herself to the brink of an orgasm. When she wavered on the edge, he gave a low grunt, and come filled her mouth. Seconds aft
er, she came from her fingers.

  Swallowing, Jaz sagged onto the floor and shut her eyes. A shadow shifted above her, and she felt Torrian’s thumb cleaning up his come that had spilled onto her chin. “Thank you,” he whispered. She looked up at him.

  He removed her boots and socks, her jeans, and her panties. Pushing a hand beneath her top, he shoved her bra above her breasts and sucked first one nipple into his mouth and then moved to the other. She moaned, squirming against him. He rained kisses from her breasts to the valley between them, and downward to her belly. He stuck his tongue into her navel and traveled lower. He parted her legs farther and pushed his tongue between her folds. His long, thick tongue dipped into her entrance and scooped out her come. He swallowed hungrily and went back for more. She already knew he liked eating her out, and raised her hips to meet him halfway.

  “I’m going to make you come again,” he said, nuzzling against her bud. She shivered.

  “It’s too soon.”

  He encompassed it and sucked. She squeaked as electric currents shot off through her body. An aftershock paralyzed her, and she moaned. He raised his head to meet her gaze. “You were saying?”

  “That was technically not an orgasm.”

  “Hmm, I think the lady needs reminding how well I know this body after the last time.”

  “Yes,” she pleaded, “do prove it to me.”

  Torrian rolled her over to her stomach and climbed behind her. He barely let his body brush hers, but he kissed from her shoulder to her back. He pushed her blouse higher without removing it and explored her skin. Each touch brought chills to her spine and goose bumps to her arms. The tip of his tongue touched her lower back and produced wonderful zings in her pussy. Jaz arched, pushing her ass upward. Her lover kissed each cheek and gave them a nip with his teeth.

  “Beautiful, sexy woman. I am already addicted.”

  “Torrian.”

  “I love how you say my name. Say it again.”

  She did, and he fingered her moist opening as reward. Torrian climbed above her again, and their mouths met. He tangled his tongue with hers, and Jaz latched onto it, gave his a gentle suck. Like him, she couldn’t get enough. She’d fought it, told herself not to contact him, but she had broken all her rules and sent him the pictures. When he showed up to teach the class with her, she knew then her motives hadn’t been about charity. If this man didn’t put his hands on her body and slide his cock inside her, she was seriously going to lose it.

  “You have a condom?” she asked when she could no longer take kissing alone.

  He tasted her lips once more and then searched his pockets. This time, he tossed several packets onto the floor. She couldn’t hold back the grin. Jaz attacked him for a kiss, and he squeezed her thigh.

  “Want to help me get it on?” he asked.

  Her hands shook in anticipation as she ripped the package and rolled the condom onto his cock. He had already grown out again, solid and long. She held his shaft in her fist for a moment, enjoying the feel, knowing how bad he wanted her.

  “Turn around,” he murmured. “I want to take you on your knees.”

  She spun away, excited, and grabbed pillows from the couch to cushion their knees. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Torrian positioned himself at her ass, a hand on each hip. She spread her legs and arched as much as she could. “Come on, baby. I need it.”

  A spark of light lit his green eyes because it was the first time she’d called him baby. He seemed to like that too. Jaz wiggled her hips and gasped when Torrian touched her pussy lips with the tip of his cock. She pushed back, and her folds parted. Easy and gentle, he slid in. They both froze and struggled for breath. Jaz chewed her bottom lip. How many times had a man entered her, yet Torrian felt so damn good.

  “Push back,” he instructed, and she did, letting him go deeper. At last her ass cheeks met the tops of his thighs, and Torrian reached out to pull her up. They were connected with her leaning against his chest, him palming her breast. She whispered his name, and he captured her lips. Torrian massaged her nipples with fingertips and then plucked them. A pulse passed through her core. He moaned in her ear. “I went too long without this, Jaz.”

  “I like when you say my name, too.”

  He stared down at her. “Jazara.”

  Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. Torrian pushed her down with a tender touch until she balanced on her hands and knees again. He stroked her ass and then grasped her hips. One slow pump, two, and she curled her fingers into the carpet. “Faster, please, Torrian.”

  “Baby, I don’t know how long I can hold it. You’re so tight. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”

  “It doesn’t. Please.”

  She arched deep, and Torrian pumped harder. The bodies slapped together, and Jaz seemed to grow wetter with each stroke. She keened, clenching her teeth to try not to scream. Torrian had no such restraints as he chanted, “Oh, yeah,” over and over. Jaz’s core muscles began to spasm. She knew she was close to an orgasm, and she reached down between her legs to play with her clit. A little more, and she was going to burst. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back. Torrian grasped her shoulder and pounded harder. Her cries of pleasure rose higher, against her will. Torrian matched hers with his.

  Someone banged on the front door.

  Torrian stroked deep inside her pussy and held himself there. She whimpered, and he started up again. Another cry escaped her, but she bit down to try to keep quiet. The bell rang, and Torrian swore. He didn’t stop grinding into her, and she didn’t want him to.

  “Jaz?” her brother-in-law called through the door.

  “Crap,” she moaned.

  Torrian dropped down over her, his arm wounding around her waist. He kept his cock buried to the hilt. Jaz tried to stop pushing onto him, but she couldn’t. The sex was too good. Torrian’s mouth skimmed hers. The tips of their tongues touched, their hips pulsed together.

  “Jaz!”

  “H-he needs to go away,” she moaned as her pussy tightened around her lover’s shaft. Torrian pushed her hand aside and took control of her clit. He pinched and teased it until her limbs quaked.

  “I’ll tell him to go,” Torrian said against her throat.

  “You better not pull out of me.”

  “I hadn’t planned on it.” He emphasized his words with a sharper thrust. She collapsed to the floor, and Torrian followed her down, crushing her wonderfully into the cushions.

  “Jaz, I need to talk to you,” Lamont shouted. “Please. I hear you in there.”

  At that moment, her orgasm exploded. Torrian clapped a hand over her mouth and pounded into her pussy while she screamed. Near the end of her climax, he thrust deep and held himself inside her. A shudder passed over him, and he grunted. Her name fell from his lips as he found his release, and then they both lay panting.

  All Jaz wanted to do was catch her breath and consider how long she would need to recover before she could take Torrian again. Instead, her damn brother-in-law knocked on the door for the millionth time. She punched the cushion under her, and Torrian rolled away. He helped her to her feet and pulled her into his arms.

  “Get something on. I’ll make myself scarce for now.” He kissed her and disappeared into her room.

  Jaz jerked the pillows off the floor, scooped up the condoms, and then jerked on her jeans with no panties and wet. Ew! She gave the living room one last scan and then opened the front door.

  “Seriously, Lamont? What!”

  He eyeballed her and then sniffed the air. She glared. Rather than take the hint that this wasn’t the time, he strode by her into the house. “I need to talk to you, Jaz. Yasmine and I had a fight.”

  “You two are always fighting.”

  “No, but…”

  “But what, Lamont? Spill it.”

  “Can I stay the night?”

  She looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Um, let me think. No!”

  He strode toward her, but she
backed up a step, raising an eyebrow. She’d always thought Lamont was a little weird, but tonight he was odder. Maybe she could figure it out if she wasn’t busy thinking about Torrian and getting back into his arms. Not to mention she couldn’t wait to get her jeans off.

  “…she found out,” Lamont was saying, and Jaz realized he’d been speaking while her mind wandered. Had he cheated?

  “Found out what? What are you talking about?”

  The look he gave her, a plea mixed with what looked like longing had to be her imagination. Lamont rubbed a hand over his hair, which he’d had cut too low for cool weather in her opinion. “About you.”

  “What about me?” The mystery was starting to pluck her nerves, and she heard a sound in the bedroom that might mean Torrian was losing patience as well.

  Lamont glanced toward the bedroom, but she snapped her fingers to gain his attention. He sighed. “Yasmine found out how I feel about you, that I’m in love with you.”

  Jaz’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? You’ve been with my sister for ten years, and you’re fucking what?” Jaz didn’t curse often, but Lamont threw her for a loop. The last thing she expected him to say was that he had feelings for her. He must be out of his mind.

  For some reason, Lamont didn’t pick up on her anger. He ducked his head as if he were embarrassed, but he kept right on with his ludicrous confession. “She saw some stuff, some, uh, pictures I took of you.”

  Jaz forgot how to speak. She just stood there, staring at him. He extended a hand and stepped toward her, but in an instant an obstruction blocked her vision of him. Something thumped hard and loud, and Jaz blinked to realize Torrian had tossed Lamont against a wall. Her brother-in-law bounced off it and hit the floor. When he struggled to get to his feet, Torrian started for him again. Jaz shrieked and grabbed his arm.

  “Torrian, stop.”

  He did, but from the way he looked at Lamont, she wondered how long she could keep him back. Jaz inched in front of Torrian and kept a hand on his thigh so she would know where he was at all times.