Page 58 of Breaking Storm

By the bed, Joey backs me up into the vertical bobbin post at the end of the king-sized four-poster bed. The posts are spheres of wood, and the balls are larger at the bottom, gradually shrinking in size as they ascend. He takes my damp hair in his hand and twists it around the post to restrain me. I can’t move my head and my body is flush against the pole. His hand covers the post and my hair. We’ve yet to break contact from the hunger in our eyes. I grip the mattress for stability.

His mouth crashes into mine, bruising and merciless, moving and biting along my jaw. He runs the head of his cock up and down my wet slit, and he’s inside me in one plunge, causing me to pant. I’m immobile and at his mercy. Joey lifts one of my legs and holds it behind the knee. His hips snap forward and back, plunging deep, retracting, and diving again. The position allows for a deeper entry and he’s going at a dangerous speed. I dig my nails into his forearm. My hair feels like it’s tearing at the roots. His cock is brutalizing my core. It throbs from every snap, but the pain seduces pleasure and I hear him fucking me. My pussy slurps at his cock. There’s a constant moan from me, jiggled by his assault. The intensity is rising, enticing a buildup while I croon his name. I’m dizzy, numb, and then I’m launched into a spellbinding orgasm. One where time and sound stop as if I’m drifting in space. Pure dark and light. Floating soundlessly. But after the start of the release, the sparks and uncontrollable twitching have me plummeting back to the present. Joey’s still pumping, fingers digging into my leg until he hits my cervix one last time, holds, and empties out.

His hand moves from the post, releasing my hair, and this causes a tingly sensation on my scalp. My foot plops on the ground, and he presses his entire body into me from head to foot. I hear his locomotive heartbeat keeping up with mine. We’re drenched in sweat. Every muscle aches, except he’s not done.

Joey picks me up, tosses me on the bed where I bounce, and jumps on top of me. He grips my wrists in one hand, pinning them over my head. The other plucks at my nipples and twists. I hiss, which only makes him smile.

“Ah, my Tea loves pain.”

I scowl and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. Plus, my laugh kills any plans of pretending I’m mad.

This time, he gives me a slow, passionate kiss. One that has me scrunching my toes, causing my core to become a slip and slide. His hand moves downward. A finger plunges inside while the other wiggles against my clit. My sensitive body spasms and I let out a long groan. Another finger invades me, both rubbing my insides like he’s polishing silver, while the pad of his hand buffs my clit. I’m captured, writhing in pain and pleasure from another orgasm. Before I even come down from it, Joey’s fucking me. His whispers and moans have me clinging to my climax. By the time he comes, I’m sobbing and sweating, telling him how much I love him.

Joey rolls onto his back, taking me with him. Splayed out on top, he kisses my hair, and his fingers saunter over my spine, circle my butt, and smooth over my arms. The feeling makes me drowsy. He tosses a blanket over us, and I succumb to sleep.

I wake on my stomach with the room still coated in blackness. My head turns in Joey’s direction, and he’s rubbing his hands down his face. When he notices me awake, he drags me into his side, wraps an arm around me, and kisses my forehead. His gruff voice wishes me a good morning. Joey hits the remote and the drapes open. I shield my eyes with my hand as the sun shoots into the room, putting a spotlight on the bed.

He laughs as I bury my face in his armpit. “You’re cruel.”

“Because of the sun or last night?”

My head shoots up to face him. “I loved last night.”

Joey’s face transforms into a horrified expression.

He pulls himself up against the headboard and says, “Jesus!” His thumb slides along my lip. “Did I do this to you?”

I hide from the sun. “Do what?”

Joey places a finger under my chin and lifts my head, inspecting my face. “You have a split lip and bruises along your jaw.”

I laugh. “Probably.”

He shakes his head. “Shit! I didn’t realize I hurt you.”

Joey’s serious, which has me sitting cross-legged next to him. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“Really? The fat lip and bite marks say otherwise.”

My fingers intertwine in his. “Listen, I enjoyed last night. If I didn’t or I wanted you to stop, I would have said so.”

“Sean. My mom. They’re going to see this.”

I wave the comment away. “I’ll cover them with makeup, and if that doesn’t work—”

He holds his head in his hands and says, “You don’t understand,” dropping his arms to look at me. “My father abused my mother. If she sees what I did to you—”

I place a finger on his lips. “Joey. We had consensual rough sex. I will explain. I’m sure your mother will disregard it after we tell her.” He’s about to talk but I continue, “That it was consensual.”

Joey’s back hits the headboard, eyebrows dipped low as he glances out the window. I snuggle next to him, cross a leg over his thighs, and sigh.

“Your mother loves you. There’s no way she’d ever compare you to your father.”

I feel the heavy gulp he takes to keep his emotions at bay. For years, James programmed Joey to be strong. Hide emotions. Fight like it’s his last day. It’s difficult for him to expose anything other than anger or hatred.

When I glance up at him, my hand slides to the side of his face. “Hey.” His dark stare pierces my heart. “We’re grown adults, Joey.” I move closer to him and kiss his face, nose, and mouth. “I won’t let anyone think you hurt me, especially not your mother.”

We lay there hugging each other until it’s time to shower and make breakfast. Downstairs, I start the coffee, and take out pans for cooking. Sean is the first to comment on my face.

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