Page 41 of Breakaway

She keeps her gorgeous eyes on me as she reaches between her legs and rubs her clit, panting softly. The small curves of her body, the tits I can suck on whole, if I’m so inclined, the fucking birthmark right next to her bellybutton that looks like a starburst—a real star, I mean, not the candy—it all adds up to a picture that has left me so hard up for it I can barely think. My cock is straining against my jeans, and I’m loathing my bright idea to wear a belt today. I can’t quite fight back the possessiveness running through me as I look at her. I know she’s not really mine, that this is just an arrangement, but I’m not going to anyone else for this right now, and neither is she. We’ve made that clear. It’s my name she said just now while I spanked her bottom red, and it’s going to be my name on her lips as she comes.

Her delicate fingers keep working between her legs. “Make me wait,” she says.

“More teasing?”

“As much as I can take.” She gasps as she hits a particularly good angle. “It’ll keep me focused on now.”

Focused instead of thinking about what, is the question, but I’m not her boyfriend, so I don’t try to ask. Instead, I gather her up and set her against my pillows. She looks extra pretty like this, flushed all over as she settles against the slate gray sheets. I take off my belt, an inch at a time.

Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. She’s a brat, but she’s a good girl, and right now, she’s mine.

“Hold out your wrists, sweetheart.”

Her eyes go wide, and she swallows visibly. That’s another item on her list, but why not do two at once? Bondage and orgasm denial. She’ll be at my mercy completely if she can’t use her own fingers to tease her swollen clit, and I’ll be able to edge her as long as I can handle. I’ve had some practice with this, so I get her wrists over her head, the belt holding her hands together against the headboard, tight but not tight enough she wouldn’t be able to get it off in an emergency. Just enough that the control tips in my favor once more. It’s how I like it best, and guessing by her labored breathing, she’s finding this hot as fuck, too.

She drags her front teeth over her bottom lip—and then spreads her legs wide, anchoring her feet flat on the bed. I groan aloud, pulling my T-shirt over my head and tossing it away. I fumble with the button on my jeans, unable to take my eyes away for even a moment. The red curls between her legs are dark and wet, her silky-soft core just as deliciously slick. I’m a goddamn lucky bastard. My mouth floods with saliva at the memory of her salty taste.

“Everything good?” I ask. “If you need to stop, tell me and we’ll stop.”

“I have a vibrator in my bag,” she replies, in a tone that clearly says, I’m fine, don’t be an idiot.

I raise an eyebrow. “What, you carried it around all day?”

She gives me the defiant tilt of her chin that I adore. “Are you going to use it to help, or are you one of those jerks who thinks it’s cheating?”

I’m already rooting around in her bag for it. “Please. Toys and I have a special understanding. What’s good for you is good for me.”

She snorts. “You’re so weird.”

I hold up the bullet vibe. It’s a truly atrocious shade of fuchsia, but ends in a pair of cute rabbit-style ears. When I click quickly through the different speeds, her breathing stutters, and her hips jerk up like she’s dying to get closer. I grin as I settle on the bed. “Should I put on some music to cover up your screaming? Metallica could work nicely.”

She glares at me. “I’m not coming to Metallica. And I’m not a screamer.”

“Who said anything about coming? This is about denial, sweetheart.” I turn on the vibe, dragging it down her stomach as I kiss her breasts. I take one into my mouth, lavishing her nipple with attention; she lets out a soft little cry. I let go slowly, looking her in the eyes all the while. “A brat like you could use some more discipline.”

The words do exactly what I intend; she blinks rapidly, her chest heaving, and lets her legs fall open even wider. I reward her by pressing the tip of the vibrator right against her hole, using her slick for lube. She stutters out my name, but before she can beg, I give her a taste of what she’s after, using the tips of the vibe to massage on either side of her clit.

My cock is straining for attention, pressed up against her thigh, but I ignore it in favor of continuing to tease her. I scratch my blunt fingernails down her soft skin as I rub her clit with the vibe. She rewards me with sweet, quiet moans, as if aggressively trying not to make noise, which I’m sure is true, because if there’s anything I’ve learned about Penny, it’s that she’s stubborn. I hold the vibrator against her clit as I stroke down her folds, and little by little, the way she’s rocking up against me gets desperate; enough pressure and she’ll gush. Instead, I ease off, kissing her on the mouth; she bites down on my lip, hard. When I gasp, the sharp half-second of pain pulsing straight through my hard-as-granite dick, she smirks.

“You’re a menace,” I tell her. “Do you want to come at all?”

“You’ll let me eventually.”

“Oh?”

“You like watching me come too much not to.” She tugs at the belt, but her wrists stay bound. I give my cock a long stroke, considering just getting myself off and leaving her there to sulk, but she’s right, I want to see her eventual orgasm too badly for that. I settle between her thighs again, using the vibe on her clit as I lick at her hole, taking in each of her moans with greed. She’s so slick it drips down my chin; she arches her back, trying to get more contact. I bury my face between her thighs even more deeply, tracing patterns into her skin, nipping at the soft parts of her thighs. She cries out, louder this time, which is music to my ears; she might not be a screamer, but I can get her to lose her inhibitions.

When she’s shaking hard enough that I know she’s on the edge of coming, I ease off again, leaving her right at the peak without the extra push she desperately wants. She continues to tremble as I suck hickeys into the skin of her inner thighs. I give my cock another jerk, thumbing at the head. My balls are tight and aching, but I ignore the urge to keep going until I come into my fist.

Her betrayed expression tugs at my heart. “Cooper,” she whines. “Please...”

Her voice breaks. I take pity on her and switch the vibrator to a higher setting as I work her clit again. “Get louder for me, baby,” I say. “I want to hear you.”

She obliges me with a moan loud enough I need to swallow it with a kiss, grinning against her mouth as I do. As I pull back, she smiles too, soft and just for me, and I swear, I almost come from that. From a fucking smile. It’s like she just gave me a present, and it’s one I never have to share with anyone.

“I’ve got you,” I say as I put pressure directly on her clit. I angle it just right while I wet the fingers of my other hand with her warm, slippery slick. I’ll bet her ass is still aching, marked red from my palm. I press my fingers against her asshole with enough pressure to make her cry out. Next time, I’m going to spank her harder, and then I’ll keep her on her hands and knees to fuck her sweet little bottom. The thought alone is enough to make me wobble on the edge of climaxing, but then she seizes and comes with an honest-to-God sob, wetness flooding over my hand, and if I wasn’t about to blow my load then, I do now, right on her belly.

She’s crying. For half a second, caught between the wave of pleasure reverberating between us both, my heart thuds with fear. I undo the belt, rubbing her wrists. “Pen. Good tears or bad tears?”

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