Page 17 of Whispers of Torment


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She saw the blond man’s full lips, quirked up at the corner and bracketed by a line. Her hands shook as if she’d experienced an electrical shock. Struggling to breathe beneath the assault of these hallucinations, she dropped her head into her hands. Black spots revolved before her eyes, but she looked through them to the long blond sweep of hair concealing his eyes.

John’s hand clamped over hers. “Hold on. Here’s a place to stop.”

The quivering traveled down her arms to her chest, rattling her ribs, vibrating her stomach. She folded around it. A scorching tendril of desire wove through her lower belly to clasp her pussy. She compressed her knees and held onto the sensation.

“John,” she said through her clamped jaw. “I need you. Now.”

The tires screeched to a stop. John jammed the gearshift into park. Lillian tore off her seatbelt and threw herself at him. They slammed against the driver’s door, her hands frantic, fumbling with his belt, button, zip. She straddled his hips, her skirt ruching up about her waist. He opened his mouth to protest, but she plunged her tongue between his lips, tasting the only man she had touched in over sixty years.

She guided his palms upward to cup her breasts, which she’d bared with one scrabbling hand. She swallowed his groan with her demanding kiss and sent one back into him.

“Lily, let me pull into the hotel parking lot.”

She groped with their clothing. “No, I need you. Now!” She joined their bodies in one slippery movement. His closeness was pounding, loading her veins.

“Oh, baby, I can’t stand this goddamned itch,” he muttered between dizzying kisses. He gripped her waist and thrust hard, the engorged head of his cock pressing against the place she most wanted it.

Her head fell back and he sucked the tender spot behind her ear, making her writhe. The window behind his head began to fog. Rain fell in long, snaking streaks, and beyond that, the QuikMart’s lights blazed. In her mind’s eye, the pale light of dusk shimmered off the blond man’s immortal skin.

A wave of release struck her, and her pussy fastened hard on John’s cock, holding him deep inside her. The searing heat pulsed through her body. Her muscles tightened. When his thumb pushed against her hard nub, grinding it in a circle, she screamed. A gush of juices burst from her, drenching his cock. She clung to John’s shoulders as she rode out the mind-bending release.

Still quaking, each nudge of his cock brought her close to the brink once again. Suddenly, he cupped her ass, stiffened and fucked her hard and fast. “I’m gonna fucking explode!” He sucked her tongue between his lips.

She felt him spurt, bathing her with his cum. The wave they rode curled and broke, lifting them anew on the turbulent water.

They were nowhere near finished.

John met her eyes.

“More,” she breathed.

“Yes, but not here.” He moved her enough to shift the car into drive and guided them to the adjoining hotel parking lot. In minutes he had checked them in and was at her door, drawing her into his arms.

As she placed her mouth against his rain-damp skin, she didn’t taste his salty, musky flavor. She tasted coffee and the brimstone of lightning tattoos. She tasted twilight and desperate passion. She tasted another man.

Tears sparked in her eyes even as her body reacted to the tang in her soul of her dream man. John was like coming home, and Robert a tender recollection, but he…he was all consuming.

* * *

Lillian smoothed the crisp white sheet over her nude torso and watched John’s chest rise and fall. His head was canted hard to the side, and his black coloring was a sharp contrast against the pillowcase. With the lovemaking, her tremors had been lessened, but she still felt the deep inner quake. It maddened her, made her want to scream, like a ticklish itch she couldn’t reach.

Beneath the North Star, her blond man had trembled and wept. She folded her fists around the urge to sweep away the pale hair mixed with moonbeams and violet shadows, and instead slipped her hand under the sheet. Her thighs were slick with the fluids of John’s passion, but her own flowed anew.

She trailed her fingers through the moisture and let her thighs fall apart. Her pussy was swollen and needy again, a rhythmic throb guiding her fingers between the slippery folds. Her outer lips were plump and round and bare. She cupped her mound, her short fingernails sinking into the soft inner lips.

Fighting to control her breathing and movement, so as not to awaken John, she plunged two fingers into her soaking slit. Her nipples pinched into hard knots, and she circled the right one lightly.

Her fingers worked the heated slit of her pussy, stroking her g-spot and sending a flood of juices over her hand. She lost herself in the sensation, teasing the bud of her nipple and sinking into the Visions of her dream man. His mouth was at her collarbone, soft hair on her breasts, but his jaw was hard and rough and unshaven.

A bolt of excitement lashed her to the bed. Her thumb wiggled her engorged clit. His tongue darted downward. One big hand kneaded her breast, and he captured the nipple between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. She strummed her nipple harder, mirroring the action of her fantasy.

His hands explored her, brushing the undersides of her breasts, down her ribs, tracing a path around her navel before threading into the dark curls that graced her mound. She released her breast to rub these now, her breath quickening as she envisioned his blond beard scraping the length of her body, following the wake of his hands.

She prodded her clit with one fingernail, feeling his razor-sharp jaw against it. And then his mouth opened wide and closed over her pussy, sending waves of delight through her. She fingered her pussy with both hands, circling, grinding, pinching her clit between her fingers.

Two fingers thrust into her tight opening, and she gave herself up to the dream sensation of his mouth and tongue and rough beard. She felt his blond hair on her inner thighs and his broad hands spreading her further, shoving her knees up so he could better access her pussy.

He licked it wildly from clit to hole, fucked her with the point of his tongue, and slipped back up to her hard nub. He sucked it into his mouth, pulled his head back, stretching her big clit, and let it release. Again and again he sucked her, drawing her hips off the bed as she sought to meet him.

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