Page 73 of Broken Instrument

“Lift your hips, baby,” she urges.

I do as I’m told, and she shimmies them down to my knees, running her nose along the outline of my swollen cock through the black cotton of my boxers.

My shaft jumps in excitement, and she smiles, peeking up at me. As our gazes connect, she slips the head free from the waistband and drags her tongue along it, like it’s a fucking ice cream cone. Fisting my hands into the cotton sheets, I watch her mouth wrap around me and take me deeper.

Hot. Slick. Heat.

“Shit, Hads,” I groan, the feel of her mouth causing a pool of heat to spread through me. My eyes want to roll back in my head, but I force them to stay open, unable to miss the view of Hadley’s mouth on me.

She continues her assault and picks up her pace, listening to my breathing and soft groans as she sets the perfect rhythm to torture me.

And holy shit, it feels good. I want to tangle my fingers in her hair. To pull her closer. To come down her pretty little throat. But I restrain myself, letting her take the lead the way she was clearly made to.

With a soft pop, she licks me from base to tip a few minutes later while her hands massage the bottom of my shaft while giving her jaw a break.

“Say my name, Fen,” she whispers. “Be here with me. Don’t get lost in your own head. This isn’t about getting off. It’s about us connecting. We clear?”

Yeah, we’re clear. Because I’ve never been so in the present in my entire life. So much so, I don’t want to finish down her pretty little throat. Not anymore. Because when I do, it’ll end. This moment. This feeling. And I’d give anything to have it last forever. Only me and her. In her bed. And hell, maybe Pix sleeping on the floor if I’m being picky, but that’s it. And now that’ve we crossed the bridge from friendship to more, I don’t ever want to look back.

Unable to help myself, I hook my hands beneath her armpits and hitch her up my body, desperate for her lips. Her soft skin and sexy curves are a stark contrast to the clothes covering her as I slam my mouth against hers and take what she’s giving me.

“You’re cheating,” she teases in between kisses, letting me dive into her mouth like I was made to be there.

Rolling her onto her back, I cage her in on both sides with my arms and say, “No. I’m being present. I’m being here. With you. Just like you asked. There’s a difference.”

And there is. I’ve never felt this way about someone. It’s always, how can I get my partner to orgasm as quickly as possible so I can follow? Even with Trish, we both knew what we were there for, and it wasn’t to connect emotionally. Honestly, I didn’t even think it was possible for Trish to connect with someone after the shit she’d been through, and I was okay with it. Because I was broken too. But right now? I want to savor Hadley. I want to get lost in her. Her curves. Her eyes. The soft lilt in her voice as she gets closer and closer to coming.

I heard it last night, albeit softly, and I want to hear it again. Only this time, I want to be the one who pushes her over the edge.

“Lay back,” I order.

“Fen––”

“Trust me.”

She does as she’s told, and I get her naked as fast as possible, diving into her most sensitive area until she’s dripping on my tongue. Satisfied she’ll finish quickly, I flip us over again and smack her ass.

“Put this ass in my face.”

With a light laugh, she spins around as I lay onto my back with my head propped on her pillow. She straddles my face while putting my shaft an inch from her mouth.

“Sixty-nine-ing it, huh? That’s the way you want to go?”

“There a problem with it?” I challenge, nipping at her inner thigh.

“I mean, my focus might not be on point with you––” Her words turn into a garbled mess as I grab her hips, tug her toward my mouth, lick her clit, then push my tongue into her sweet pussy.

“Shhhit,” she moans.

I lift her up for a brief second and ask, “I need you to fall over the edge with me, Hads. Think you can do that for me?”

She nods and leans down to suck on my dick, her mouth as greedy as her pussy as she pushes her hips into me while massaging my balls with her hands.

The combination is an explosion of…everything. My skin feels hot and tight. Her short, stilted breaths mingle with the echo of my own heartbeat in my ears. Her taste on my tongue and the feel of my cock pumping in and out of her mouth is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Every nerve in my body is on full alert as we each race toward our completion.

And I lose it, my cum hitting the back of her throat as she continues sucking and moaning around me. She’s right. Attempting to multitask isn’t my strong suit, but she must not mind because Hadley screams my name a few seconds later. Her body pulses around my fingers as I suck her clit into my mouth while wave after wave of euphoria hits her.

Once she’s finished, she collapses onto me, her muscles like Jell-O, so I roll her onto her side and flip around to match her angle. The pillows are still at the top of the bed, our feet resting on them as she slowly comes back down to earth.

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