Taming the Storm (The Storm #3)(57)
Author: Samantha Towle

The feel of him there is shockingly intense. I let out a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” His words vibrate through me. “Are you okay?”

“Uhum.” I can barely form words right now.

He applies a little more pressure and moves his finger in a fraction deeper. Then, again, and he continues moving in a little farther each time.

I’m starting to feel frustrated. I need more. Then, Tom suddenly withdraws his finger to the tip and slides it back inside to the knuckle.

My breath whooshes out of me. Lights flicker behind my eyelids. My body going into total sensory overload.

I’m full of him. And it feels amazing.

I let out a moan, and that seems to be all he needs to spur him on because Tom starts to fuck my ass with his finger, sliding in knuckle deep each time, while his tongue frantically licks at my clit.

I’m coming in seconds.

My hands tighten around the metal bar, a scream tears from my lungs.

I feel like I’ve just skyrocketed into orbit. I’m weightless. I have no idea how I’m actually still standing.

He wasn’t kidding when he said it would top any orgasm he’s ever given me so far. That was off the charts.

I’m aware of Tom’s finger pulling out of me, the feel of him moving behind me.

The next thing I know, a very naked Tom is pressed up against me. His thick, condom covered cock seated between my ass cheeks.

He leans over my back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and his tongue flicks at my neck. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. You’re fucking amazing, Firecracker.”

Taking a wild guess at the number of women Tom has known, I try to take what he said as the compliment he meant it to be.

Leaving my back, he curls his hand around my hair and holds it tight as he stands. His cock moves away. I miss the contact for all of a second. The next thing I know, his hand grips my hip and he slams inside me.

I whimper.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good. Perfect for my cock.”

He slides out to the tip, his hand pulling on my hair, and then slams back in me.

My eyes close on a groan.

“Squeeze my dick with your pussy,” he tells me in that commanding voice, which means he’s not asking.

Clenching my inner muscles, I squeeze his cock as hard as I can. The sound he makes has me nearly coming again.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “I wanted to go slow, but I can’t. I need to fuck you hard and fast.”

And he does.

He slides his cock out and slams it back in. Increasing in speed each time, he hits me with those sure, hard thrusts. He’s balls deep, hips slamming against my ass, his heavy sack slapping against my clit while he pulls on my hair.

My heels are dug into the dirt, and I’m holding onto the metal bar for dear life while Tom fucks me good and hard.

I couldn’t feel any hotter than I do right now.

He releases my hair, letting it spill across my back. His hand moves to my heavy, sensitive breast. He tugs the cup of my bra down and twists my nipple with just the right pressure.

A scream tears out of me.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Scream for me.”

His other hand finds my clit. All the while, he doesn’t lose pace fucking me with controlled thrusts.

“You’re gonna come again, Ly. No less than two times, remember?”

“Yes…yes…” I moan, my body climbing again, reaching for that second orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. I need to feel you coming around my cock.”

“Fuck…Tom!” I’m exploding around him, my inner walls tightening, my body and mind spiraling out of control.

“Jesus…” Tom groans. “I’m coming…I’m fucking…fuck!” He slams into me and lets out a sound of pure primal pleasure.

I feel a powerful shudder move through him as his cock starts jerking inside me, spilling everything he has into the condom.

We’re both breathless. And I’m boneless. If it wasn’t for Tom holding me, I’d be on the floor right now.

He leans forward—still inside me, cock semi-erect—and lays his damp hot chest against my back. His arms come around my waist, holding me. He presses a kiss to my shoulder and then one to my neck. “Sexiest woman ever.”

I giggle and turn my face to his. He brushes his lips over mine.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I murmur.

Feeling the happiest I’ve felt in a long while, I smile the whole time that Tom helps me dress. I laugh when he bangs his head on one of the metal bars, and then I kiss it better when he makes me feel bad for laughing.

I’m still smiling when he opens the door, letting us out.

Closing the door and latching it, he turns to me, taking both of my hands in his. We’re standing here, facing each other, our eyes locked. Then, something passes over Tom’s face, and it settles.

It looks a lot like contentment.

It makes my heart beat faster.

Releasing one of my hands, Tom touches my cheek. “Ly…” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “I’ve been thinking…for a little while now…that maybe we should—”

“There you are!” Shannon’s voice shatters through whatever Tom was about to say.

And the sound of her voice has me jerking away from him, putting clear, safe distance between us.

I see his brow furrow.

Ignoring his frown, I turn to Shannon, wondering if she saw our intimate exchange.

Judging by her expression, I’m going to say no.

Thank God. I don’t want anyone knowing about Tom and me.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, missy! Cale said that you ripped your shorts and went to change, but I went to the trailer, and you weren’t there. And I know you and clothes, Lyla Summers. You’re not so fucking great at dressing yourself, and I wanted to make sure you put on something appropriate—” She stops mid-rant, eyeing my shorts. “But I see you’re still wearing them.”

She looks between Tom and me. Her eyes run over us and then go to the stage door directly behind us.

I see realization flicker in her gaze.

She grins.

My stomach drops.

“Were you two…” Her grin widens. “Did I interrupt something? Or did you already have sex?”

Shit. People cannot find out about Tom and me. I don’t want people thinking…

What?

What will they think?

They’ll think that I’m another one of Tom’s easy lays. Another dumb chick he’s been screwing. Some small-time singer who’s trying to bang her way to the top.