Page 97 of Dare To Break

Kellan is laughing somewhere across the room. “You can suck my dick if you like, Lacy. Won’t get you your mural painted, but … you know … if you’re offering …”

She turns pink, then red, then purple under our amused gazes. “I thought—”

“That blowing me was payment for the painting. Yeah, I figured that out for myself. Fuck off, Lacy.” I roll onto my side, presenting her with my back.

“What do you want, then? There must be something I can give you to make you do it?”

“You have nothing I want.” No lie there.

“What about one of the girls on the cheer squad? Pick one.”

“Are you seriously sitting there pimping out your friends? Do they know you’re prepared to sell them for what you want?” I twist back to face her. “And they call me the asshole.”

She shrugs. “I want a mural, and you’re the best artist in the school.”

I sit up. “Tell you what. I’ll think about it. If it turns out that you can supply something I want, I’ll let you know.”

She claps her hands together. “Fantastic. I knew you’d do it.”

“I didn’t say I’d do it.”

Her smile is breezy. “Semantics.” She hops to her feet and spins to face the door. “Later, boys!” She gives a cheery wave and skips out of the door.

I flop back onto the bed. “What the fuck was that?”

“A missed opportunity?”

“How so?”

“Lacy has her fingers in all the pies. She’s also Arabella’s roommate.”

“Hmmm.” I’d forgotten about that. Maybe she could give me something I want, after all. Something to think about, for sure.

And just like that, my thoughts go to Arabella, and the image of her grinding against my fingers does what Lacy’s attempt couldn’t. My dick wakes up and, ignoring the fact Kellan is right there, I shove a hand into my pants and curl my fingers around it.

“Oh, hello. Am I getting a show?”

My head rolls sideways to see Kellan lying on his side, head propped on one hand, watching me from his bed.

“I had my fingers in her pussy earlier. She was so fucking wet. So tight.” I stroke from base to tip and bite my lip to stop a groan from escaping. “I’ve told her to edge herself for the next twenty-four hours.”

My thumb sweeps over the head of my dick, smearing the precum around it. “She rode my hand like she was fucking desperate.” My eyes close and I lose myself to the sensations building as I pump up and down. “Lacy should have sent Arabella to convince me about the painting. Her mouth around my dick might have done the trick.”

And the image of her doing just that, those sweet plump lips, wet, willing, and sealed around my dick, take me over the edge. I throw my head back, gritting my teeth against the pleasure licking like flames through my veins.

My breathing is harsh as I ride through my orgasm.

“Fuck. If just the thought of her gets you off that fast, you’re going to be a two-second wonder when you finally get your dick inside her.” Kellan’s dry words break the spell, and my laughter fills the room.

I push myself off the bed, grab clean clothes and the burner cell, and head into the bathroom to shower. On the way, I fire off a text.

Me: Where are you?

Kitten: With Miles.

I grind my teeth.

Me: Go into his bathroom, pull down your panties, take yourself to the edge. DO NOT COME. Open yourself up and take a photograph. I want to see what tomorrow’s dessert looks like.

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