Torn to Pieces (The Boys of DownCrash #2) (new adult contemporary romance / rockstar romance) by London Casey Page A

of before I have to go,” he said. 
    I opened my mouth, wanting to say something smart, witty, sexual, but I froze when I saw Tatum’s lips touch my leg.  He kissed up my leg, to the line of my panties.  With his nose, he teased me and played with my panties.  He moved between my legs, to my sweet center, kissed me once over my panties, then repeated the same process down my other leg.  It was torture, but I loved every second of it.
    I needed it.
    When he kissed down to where my pants were, he opened his hands and backed away. 
    “Kick your pants off.”
    I moved my legs one at time, working my pants down.  I couldn’t help but groan each time I did, knowing that Tatum watched my body moving.  With a thong on, there really wasn’t too much I could hide.  I was so warm and wet that when I finally got my pants off, I opened my legs, ready for him.
    Tatum went back to work, touching the inside of my legs, rushing up with speed.  His thumbs rubbed over my panties.  The second he touched me, I cried out and pumped at him, losing to my instinctive needs.  His thumbs moved side by side, up and down, not missing a spot of my slit.  I wanted my panties to be off right then but I wasn’t in control of this.  My job was just to feel the pleasure and never forget it.  When he started moving his thumbs in opposite directions - one up, one down - I grabbed for the couch cushions, bracing myself. 
    Then one of his thumbs pulled at the side of my panties.  He finally touched my bare, wet skin.  He made small circles for a few seconds and then cut between my body and didn’t stop moving until he touched my sensitive clit.  He touched and I jumped, aching for more. My body remained in some kind of pleasure filled shock.  Tatum enjoyed every second of this and he pressed harder, moving left to right, forcing my body to thrust at him.  His finger was then gone as fast as it appeared, leaving me lingering, moaning, and watching for the next move. 
    Tatum took hold of the side of my panties and pulled. This time, he took my panties off by himself.  No requests.  No commands.  That didn’t shock me as much as the look in his eyes.  It was ravenous, the kind that made all my nerves tingle as Tatum placed his hands back to my legs.  He moved the same way as before only his hands and fingers weren’t seeking to touch me or please.  Instead, his hands moved to the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs open, holding them there.  As he lowered himself I knew what was going to happen.  All I could focus on was his lip ring, waiting for it to touch me.
    When he licked me, the tip of his tongue cutting along my slit, I cried his name.  When his lips closed over me, tasting and moving, I felt the lip ring, the small metal touch, and I lost all control.  Never before had anything metal been down there with the intention of pleasure.  And Tatum knew that.  And Tatum wasn’t afraid to use it.  He moved up and down, not afraid to move his head or lick as fast as he wanted. He was also not afraid to groan at something he enjoyed doing.  All that made the experience ten times hotter and ten times more orgasmic. 
    My hands were back to his head, my fingers tight around his hair, pulling at him, thrusting at him.  When Tatum stopped and looked up at me, the smile on his face could have stopped the world. 
    “What the fuck?” I managed to growl, stuck between torture and orgasm.
    “Think you’ll remember me?” Tatum whispered.
    His mouth hovered over my most tender of areas and yet he talked to me.  It was so hot, so intense.
    I nodded.
    Tatum slid his hands from the insides of my thighs up to my body.  His hands cut under my shirt and he made no hesitation going for my breasts.  His strong fingers pushed under my bra.  He squeezed and massaged and then his tongue went back to work.  In less than a minute I reached a climax I couldn’t contain.  As I came, Tatum held everywhere... from my breasts to