Page 29 of Breaking Storm

She tips her head to the window and asks, “Let’s close the drapes.”

I place a kiss behind her ear and whisper, “Nah, I want to see you come undone.”

This has her eyes connect with mine, biting her lower lip, and turning away. I pry her fingers off the towel while kissing above it. My hand undoes the front of the towel, and it drops to the floor. Teagan’s body is like a slab of concrete. I massage her back to help her relax. She’s the eighth wonder of the world. Her skin is smooth like whipping cream and the color of the sun shining through a jar of honey. Teardrop breasts with darkened nipples prepared for my taking.

My lips surround one nipple while I roll the other between my thumb and index finger. I’m looking upwards to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are closed, hands gripping her thighs, and she’s releasing shaky breaths. The response heightens mine and I give her nipples all my attention, swapping hand for mouth. Teagan arches, pushing into my face, and I smile against her skin. Another win.

I drop my hands to the bottom of her ass, release her nipple, lay back, and slide her forward until her pussy is over my face. On all fours, her hands brace against the mattress. I widen her stance until her hips are low. Fingers splayed over her butt cheeks, thumbs caressing the joint of her inner thighs, I dart my tongue out and drag the tip over her labia. She lets out a strangled moan. My thumbs spread her lips, and I flatten my tongue as I lick from entrance to clit. Slow, deliberate swipes. While I lick, one thumb rubs her clit and the other dives into her pussy. I tilt my head back for a better view of Teagan. She’s lost to the sensations. My mouth and thumbs find a rhythm, and not long after, she’s grinding her crotch into my face. I’m lapping at her pussy. Her hips swing back and forth. Rapid breathing. And then there’s bliss upon my tongue. A blend of salt and her sugary come douses my face. I’m enraptured by her smell. Tremors course through her, legs twitching, and her upper body falls onto the mattress.

I slide out from under her, leaving her ass perched in the air and pussy glistening. God, how I’d love to fuck her in this position, but I want her hands on me. Skin-to-skin. I’m in desperate need of her feminine touch.

Before she rises, I roll her onto her back and position myself between her legs. My hands glide along her thighs, realizing she’s fisting the sheets at her side, head facing the window. I purse my lips from a stabbing pain in my heart. She’s refusing as much contact as possible. Her hands are everywhere else, ignoring my skin as if I’m poison. In a sense, I am. I poisoned her body when I took it, which was necessary. Jealousy consumes me as she continues to deny me. She has no idea how much she destroys me from her indifference. Her presence has nestled into my psyche, making me crazy over her disinterest. All I want is her kindness. Tenderness.

I’m angry. My finger runs along her inner thigh, thrusting into her without warning, and I curl it upwards. I pump in and out, wet sounds permeating the room. Teagan’s biting her lip, rolling her hips, so I insert another one and she gasps.

Her head snaps to me and when we make eye contact, I say, “I'm seeking salvation in your pussy.” She closes her eyes, so I scissor my fingers inside her. This gets her attention. “Every time I'm doused in your holy water, your pussy gripping my cock, I’ll be absolved of my sins.”

I remove my fingers, stroke my cock, and lower myself over her body. My hands cradle her head, and my cock sits at her entrance. Teagan tries to ignore me, so I shove my fingers in her mouth. She wiggles her head to dislodge them, except I push far enough until she gags. Her teeth bite my skin. I trap her in my gaze and shake my head, and she opens her mouth.

“Good girl.”

“I’ve agreed to sex. What else do you want?”

“All of you. Everything you can give.” Her head turns to the side, but I grip her hair, forcing her to focus on me. “You’re the only one who can stop me from riding shotgun with the devil. If fucking you purges the demons tugging at my soul, then I'll gladly bury myself in you.”

Her eyes pop wider. “You’re insane.”

“Sanity is overrated.”

With that, I ease the head of my cock in, pull out, nudge back in, and continue the rhythm, pushing harder until I fill her as she drags in a shaky breath. At least there’s a response. She accommodates my cock. Our eyes are steady on each other, but her hands still cling to the sheets. I pull out and drive back in a rocking motion. Her folded legs press against my sides. Hurricane type wind breathing has us gasping for air. A slick sheen coats our skin. We haven’t lost eye contact, except Teagan insists on holding a solemn expression so I would think this isn’t enjoyable for her. She can’t hide her hips from meeting mine and her breath fanning my face though. I’m drilling into her like a woodpecker, chipping away at her barrier until she succumbs to the need of me. Pursuing it instead of being pursued.And when I pick up speed, lightly pinching her clit, she explodes. Her essence coating my dick. Pleading cries of ecstasy. This catapults me forward and my release shoots into her.

“Fuck, Tea.”

My thrusts continue until the last drop seeps out. My head falls forward, pressing my lips to her forehead and keeping them there. Our breathing begins to even out. When I lift off her, she rolls to the side and goes into the washroom. I fall on my back, tugging on my semi-erect cock and gripping my balls. Out of nowhere, laughter escapes me, and it grows in volume. I’ve had Tea time, and it hasn’t quenched my thirst. In fact, it’s added to my deprivation. Her smell is on me and I’m loving it. No matter how mad she pretends to be, she enjoyed every minute. Teagan won’t be able to forget my hands and mouth on her. When she walks, she’ll remember my cock filling her up. And I can’t wait to do it again.

Chapter 13

AFTER WE HAVE SEX, I remain in the washroom for a bit, consoling my loss. My loss of dignity. I psyched myself up into believing Joey would be horrible in bed, conjuring up a monster whose main interest was to capture his own release. Instead, every one of my cells, nuclei, vibrated from Joey’s touch. Not only vibrated but inflamed. It was nothing I’ve experienced before. The simple kiss to my throat threw my heart into full throttle mode and misted my crotch. No, misted is an understatement. He greased my core. I avoided sitting all the way down on his lap to escape him from noticing the effect he had on me. Wrong. Once he slid me forward and buried his face in my pussy, the jig was up. And I had an orgasm. Unlike Ashton, who claimed it took a weekend, Joey extracted one from me in a matter of minutes. Minutes! It’s as if he’s been acquainted with my body for years. I’m trembling either from the magnificence of what he did or embarrassment for enjoying it.

When I’m brave enough to return to the bedroom, I’m thankful his side light is off and his back is to me. My face is stained a light shade of red from replaying his movements. If his hands and mouth weren’t enough, Joey’s cock is a weapon. An artillery used to engage another and break down their walls. It worked. He stretched me to incomprehensible measures, pain transforming into pleasure, and each stroke made my pussy weep. I felt the thick vein pumping blood and the stiffness that delivers his killer missiles.

From fisting my palms and the sheets, my nails have left halfmoon indentations in my hand. I couldn’t touch him. My body had already betrayed me. If I allowed myself the pleasure of his flesh, then I’d be admitting to wanting him. Even if I do, I can’t have him think so. Plus, I’m disgusted with myself for agreeing to this pathetic exchange. I made a deal—my body for school. Have I lost my mind? What next? Sex for a good grade? Nah, school isn’t a problem. But Joey is. His smug smiles, warrior physique, gorgeous mint green eyes, and gentle yet firm contact has my head spinning.

Joey is a mystery. One I should hate. One I should stay away from. Except every time I see him, it’s like a swarm of fireflies light up in my stomach, each generating heat to my core. Besides, Joey hasn’t hurt me. Even when he took without consent, his hand never tore at my clothing or struck me. And afterwards… he hadn’t touched me in a sexual way until I gave consent, which I’m confused about. Why did he take from me on our wedding night, yet not do it again? He also challenges James. He didn’t beat me for damaging his face, like James suggested. In fact, Joey allowed me to release my anger onto him. When it comes to James, Joey protects me from his presence and his hands. Even so, hedidassault me, and that should be enough to distance myself.

He's closed off. Even with the loss of his friend’s brother and the buzz of retaliation, he remains stoic. I can recognize an internal battle by the way his jaw tightens, how he releases air through his nose, drawing his hands into fists. For as much as he’s quiet, Joey’s actions and behavior are loud. In my psychology classes, we learn about body language, and his body screams conflict. If someone comes close to me, Joey blocks any kind of interaction. He aims to appear laid-back, but the tightness surrounding him says otherwise. As Sean mentioned, my knowledge of Joey isn’t much other than his silence and protectiveness. One might even say he’s possessive.

IT'S A COUPLE OF DAYS later and we were requested, more like demanded, to appear at a charity gala tonight. I had overheard Joey arguing with James about having me go. Something about other crime families attending. On James’ insistence and a comment aboutno Skype, Joey informs me we’re going. He’s waiting downstairs as I apply the finishing touches. My wavy curls cascade down my back. The dress is gorgeous. One Joey had bought prior to me moving in. This long form-fitting dress flows against my curves. The sheer material from the top of the breasts upward and around is accented by a beaded circular neckline. The short feather sleeves add dimension to the dress. Large teardrop diamond earrings hang from my earlobes, and silver, open-toe heels finish off the outfit. The entire ensemble is elegant.

When I take the last step down into the foyer, Joey does a double take, disposing of his phone in his pocket. His eyes take a lazy journey over my body as if I’m the holy grail.

He licks his lips, eyes rising to mine, and says, “You’re gorgeous, Tea.”

I take in Joey’s one-button charcoal tuxedo with satin lapels and a black tie tucked under the tips of his shirt. The sides of his black hair are cut close while the top’s longer strands overlap and dangle over his forehead. When his darkened mint green eyes meet mine, a drop of perspiration runs down my back into the crack of my ass.

Clasping my small purse, I respond, “And you clean up well.” I smile, which gives my thoughts away.

Joey takes my hand and leads me toward the limousine where Sean is standing. He’s wearing a two-button black tuxedo and his blonde hair is slicked back.

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