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

between my legs, he had complete control. 
    When it stopped and he took his hands off my chest and his tongue from my throbbing center, he had his shirt up and off before I could say a word. 
    We weren’t done...
    I sat up as best as I could, tearing at my own shirt.  I couldn’t stand the feeling of my shirt blocking my skin.  And my bra was positioned very uncomfortable, hugging all the wrong spots. 
    I had my top off, rendering me naked, just as Tatum stood to work on his pants.  He dropped them, along with his boxers.  As I stared at his thickness, I groaned.  My hand shot out to grip him and when I touched him, we both shuddered.  I held him for a second, almost in shock, but then started to move.  Slowly, my hand stroked, just to feel what Tatum had to offer.
    Trust me, I knew what he had to offer.  And I wanted right then.  Forever.
    Tatum lowered his entire body to mine.  The mood changed from wild and erotic to romantic and passionate.  He touched my skin, his muscles caressing my softness, his thickness resting between my legs.  His right hand touched my chest, above my breast, in a move that poured out emotion.  I looked down and saw his large hand spread wide. 
    He was feeling my heart beat.
    When I looked back into his eyes, I smiled, then used my right hand and did the same to him.  I noticed something new... Tatum’s heart beat was faster than mine.
    Was he that nervous?
    Was he that excited?
    His other hand touched my hair, his fingers finding a way to flow through my hair somehow.  He didn’t pull at any knots and his fingertips touched my head the right way, making me feel tingly everywhere.
    “Maggie, this isn’t just... this,” he whispered.
    “This?”
    Tatum thrust a little, making sure I understood what this meant.
    “Not just sex?” I said.
    “No, not just sex.  This is something more.  This is something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
    “Maybe this is something I’ve never felt,” I said.  “Something so real.”
    “Trust me,” Tatum said, “this is all real.  Almost too real.”
    “Don’t leave me,” I said.
    “Not tonight,” Tatum replied.  “But you can still come with me...”
    “I think I’ll come,” I said.  I lifted my head and put my lips to Tatum’s ear.  I’d never tried so hard to be seductive.  With Tatum though, it felt easy.  I nibbled his ear and finished my sentence... “I think I’ll come, right now.”
    Tatum growled and nuzzled at my cheek until our lips were lined up so he could kiss me.  All I really wanted was to taste Tatum’s lip ring on last time, but when Tatum gave me his tongue, things turned really hot.  A few seconds later, he positioned his body perfectly with mine.  With a quick thrust, Tatum was inside me.  It felt as good as the first time, if not better.  We matched each others sounds and movements, endlessly wanting to please one another.  I thought about what Tatum had said - This is something I haven’t felt in a long time - and it gave me a little hope that maybe he had something share too. 
    My hands moved to his chest.  I pushed, forcing him up.  His arms locked and I took a few seconds to admire the muscles of his arms before my eyes were finally set on what I really wanted... his nipple ring .
    I stared, wondering if it would hurt him.  As he thrust harder at me, digging deeper than I could ever remember someone reaching inside me, I had to go for it. 
    I started by kissing his other nipple, my lips touching, my tongue flicking, just enough to tease him and make me jump a little.  I kissed inch by inch across his chest, working to his pierced nipple, as a surge of pleasure flowed through my body.  My head fell back for a few seconds as I needed to cry out.  It told me Tatum liked me kissing his chest, teasing my way to his piercing.  When I finally got there, I ran my tongue along it gently, waiting for his reaction.  He groaned so I did it again.  On the third time, I hooked the