Get off on the Pain
Page 25
I storm my way through the garage and enter inside, walking in the direction of the kitchen, but before I can walk any further I am pressed against the wall with Memphis’ body holding me in place.
Both of his arms are on either sides of me, trapping me in, and making it impossible to escape; not that I want to. He looks heated, his chest heaving up and down as he stares at my lips.
“You’re such an ass,” I growl, causing his piercing eyes to meet mine. One look into those eyes and I fucking melt. He owns me with just one look. That’s a huge problem for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that?” He grips the back of my hair and hovers his lips above mine when I don’t answer. “I’m fighting so damn hard not to just fuck you where you stand, Lyric. I can’t control myself around you. Do you get that?”
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
With a growl, his lips take control of mine possessively, owning me. I can barely breathe as he presses his erection against me and squeezes my thigh, his lips never leaving mine.
His taste and scent has me on a high that I never want to come down from. I may be buzzing a little, but I never want this feeling to end. I’ve never been so hot or wanted something so much.
“Is this what you wanted? You want me to lose control with you?” His breathing comes out heavily as his hand moves down the front of my body and into my jeans, slipping a finger into my already aching pussy. His finger feels so thick that I almost have an instant orgasm as he slowly moves it in and out of me, pleasuring me. “It’s so fucking wet, Lyric. Fuck me.” He pulls his finger out and sucks it into his mouth, tasting me, while looking me straight in the eyes. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
My heart is pounding so fast in my chest that I can barely breathe now. I don’t want this moment to stop. I want him to keep going. I know I’ve only known him for a little over a week, but I can’t help but to want him inside me, filling me and controlling me. I want this man, all of him.
I don’t even know how or when we made it into the living room, but next thing I know he tosses me onto the oversized couch and rips his shirt off over his head, his eyes wandering up and down my body.
My eyes land on his side as he just stands there, and that’s when I see the beautiful woman’s face. It must have been his mother. He truly did love this woman with everything in him. There’s no way this man can be as bad as he thinks he is.
I swallow and watch his chest quickly rise and fall as he brings his eyes up to my face. He’s hesitating. I can see it in his eyes.
“I want you, Memphis. I’m not scared,” I say, hoping that he’ll give into his desire and just take me already. “It’s okay to touch me. I won’t break.”
He crawls onto the couch and grips my face as he looks down into my eyes. His jaw muscles flex as I reach up and touch his hard chest, but he quickly removes his hand as if he’s suddenly afraid of touching me.
“I don’t know how to be gentle,” he whispers. “I can’t.”
I slide my hands down his chest until I reach his hard cock. I rub both hands up and down his shaft, stroking him through his jeans. It’s so thick that I need both hands. “I don’t want you to.”
He reaches out and quickly rips my shirt open, before arching my back up so that his lips can reach my breasts. He kisses them roughly over the lace before pushing my bra up and taking a nipple in his mouth, nibbling it between his perfect teeth.
I get ready to pull my hands away from his dick so that I can grab his hair, but he grips my hand to hold it in place. “Don’t stop touching me. It feels good.”
We’re both lost in this moment, just staring at each other, until the front door swings open and Memphis quickly sits up from the couch as if he already knows who it must be.
“Fuck.” He looks back down at me and swallows before sitting up and gripping his hair in frustration. “I took this too far,” he growls out. “Fuck me.” He slips his shirt on me to cover my body.
I sit up and look to see who’s here as a guy with dark hair, tall, and full of tattoos walks into the house with a sexy grin. He somewhat reminds me of Memphis, except younger, and a hell of a lot happier.
“Big fucking brother.” He looks Memphis over before nodding his head toward me, and then smiles as he sets down a huge bag. “Nice, bro. I dig her.”
“Where the fuck have you been, Alex?” Memphis growls out almost scaring me. “I’ve been back for over a week looking for your ass. I thought you were fucking dead in a ditch or some shit. Then you just show up like it’s fucking nothing.”
Memphis pulls his brother into his arms and squeezes his head in relief. Alex’s muscles flex as he squeezes Memphis’ shoulder. They stay like that for a moment before they both pull away and Memphis’ eyes land on me. “I should walk you home.” He turns back to Alex and points his finger. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you fucking move. We have some shit to discuss.”
This is who he’s been waiting on. He’s the only reason that Memphis is still here. He said so himself . . . and now he’s back. That could only mean one thing: he is free to leave now. The thought makes my chest ache.
I pull on the end of his t-shirt and take a small breath, looking over at Alex as he smiles at me. “I’m the younger, sexier brother as you can see.” He winks. “Just remember that for later. It was nice meeting you.”
“Sure. Nice to meet you too,” I say, not really knowing how to react right now. If Memphis has been gone for six years, then this is their first reunion and I’m here to ruin it. He’ll probably hate me after this. He’s right. I should be going. “I’ll walk myself home. I’m sure I can find it without you. It is just next door.”
“So you’re the one renting from us. Nice.” Alex says to himself.
I take off walking for the front door, but Memphis grabs my arm, stopping me. “I said I was walking you home and I am. Stop being so damn stubborn and just let me.”
He walks ahead of me, but stops to be sure I’m following before he continues walking. Once we get to my door, he leans against the house and waits for me to unlock the door.
“Sorry for ruining your night.” I get ready to walk inside, but he grips my arm and pulls me back outside, pressing me up against the house.
Both of his arms are on either sides of me, trapping me in, and making it impossible to escape; not that I want to. He looks heated, his chest heaving up and down as he stares at my lips.
“You’re such an ass,” I growl, causing his piercing eyes to meet mine. One look into those eyes and I fucking melt. He owns me with just one look. That’s a huge problem for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that?” He grips the back of my hair and hovers his lips above mine when I don’t answer. “I’m fighting so damn hard not to just fuck you where you stand, Lyric. I can’t control myself around you. Do you get that?”
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
With a growl, his lips take control of mine possessively, owning me. I can barely breathe as he presses his erection against me and squeezes my thigh, his lips never leaving mine.
His taste and scent has me on a high that I never want to come down from. I may be buzzing a little, but I never want this feeling to end. I’ve never been so hot or wanted something so much.
“Is this what you wanted? You want me to lose control with you?” His breathing comes out heavily as his hand moves down the front of my body and into my jeans, slipping a finger into my already aching pussy. His finger feels so thick that I almost have an instant orgasm as he slowly moves it in and out of me, pleasuring me. “It’s so fucking wet, Lyric. Fuck me.” He pulls his finger out and sucks it into his mouth, tasting me, while looking me straight in the eyes. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
My heart is pounding so fast in my chest that I can barely breathe now. I don’t want this moment to stop. I want him to keep going. I know I’ve only known him for a little over a week, but I can’t help but to want him inside me, filling me and controlling me. I want this man, all of him.
I don’t even know how or when we made it into the living room, but next thing I know he tosses me onto the oversized couch and rips his shirt off over his head, his eyes wandering up and down my body.
My eyes land on his side as he just stands there, and that’s when I see the beautiful woman’s face. It must have been his mother. He truly did love this woman with everything in him. There’s no way this man can be as bad as he thinks he is.
I swallow and watch his chest quickly rise and fall as he brings his eyes up to my face. He’s hesitating. I can see it in his eyes.
“I want you, Memphis. I’m not scared,” I say, hoping that he’ll give into his desire and just take me already. “It’s okay to touch me. I won’t break.”
He crawls onto the couch and grips my face as he looks down into my eyes. His jaw muscles flex as I reach up and touch his hard chest, but he quickly removes his hand as if he’s suddenly afraid of touching me.
“I don’t know how to be gentle,” he whispers. “I can’t.”
I slide my hands down his chest until I reach his hard cock. I rub both hands up and down his shaft, stroking him through his jeans. It’s so thick that I need both hands. “I don’t want you to.”
He reaches out and quickly rips my shirt open, before arching my back up so that his lips can reach my breasts. He kisses them roughly over the lace before pushing my bra up and taking a nipple in his mouth, nibbling it between his perfect teeth.
I get ready to pull my hands away from his dick so that I can grab his hair, but he grips my hand to hold it in place. “Don’t stop touching me. It feels good.”
We’re both lost in this moment, just staring at each other, until the front door swings open and Memphis quickly sits up from the couch as if he already knows who it must be.
“Fuck.” He looks back down at me and swallows before sitting up and gripping his hair in frustration. “I took this too far,” he growls out. “Fuck me.” He slips his shirt on me to cover my body.
I sit up and look to see who’s here as a guy with dark hair, tall, and full of tattoos walks into the house with a sexy grin. He somewhat reminds me of Memphis, except younger, and a hell of a lot happier.
“Big fucking brother.” He looks Memphis over before nodding his head toward me, and then smiles as he sets down a huge bag. “Nice, bro. I dig her.”
“Where the fuck have you been, Alex?” Memphis growls out almost scaring me. “I’ve been back for over a week looking for your ass. I thought you were fucking dead in a ditch or some shit. Then you just show up like it’s fucking nothing.”
Memphis pulls his brother into his arms and squeezes his head in relief. Alex’s muscles flex as he squeezes Memphis’ shoulder. They stay like that for a moment before they both pull away and Memphis’ eyes land on me. “I should walk you home.” He turns back to Alex and points his finger. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you fucking move. We have some shit to discuss.”
This is who he’s been waiting on. He’s the only reason that Memphis is still here. He said so himself . . . and now he’s back. That could only mean one thing: he is free to leave now. The thought makes my chest ache.
I pull on the end of his t-shirt and take a small breath, looking over at Alex as he smiles at me. “I’m the younger, sexier brother as you can see.” He winks. “Just remember that for later. It was nice meeting you.”
“Sure. Nice to meet you too,” I say, not really knowing how to react right now. If Memphis has been gone for six years, then this is their first reunion and I’m here to ruin it. He’ll probably hate me after this. He’s right. I should be going. “I’ll walk myself home. I’m sure I can find it without you. It is just next door.”
“So you’re the one renting from us. Nice.” Alex says to himself.
I take off walking for the front door, but Memphis grabs my arm, stopping me. “I said I was walking you home and I am. Stop being so damn stubborn and just let me.”
He walks ahead of me, but stops to be sure I’m following before he continues walking. Once we get to my door, he leans against the house and waits for me to unlock the door.
“Sorry for ruining your night.” I get ready to walk inside, but he grips my arm and pulls me back outside, pressing me up against the house.
