Page 64 of Breaking Storm

She has the cutest smile on her face and is clueless to what I was doing to her son. Joey sits on a stool at the kitchen island to hide his slowly fading erection. Kara gives Joey a side hug as he tosses a napkin on his lap.

She says, “I’ve never been so hungry before than after this swim.”

Kara opens the cabinets for food while Joey narrows his eyes, licks his lips at me, mouthing,I’m hungry for you.

My eyes shift to Kara and Joey mentions, “I’m sure Tea will make you something.”

Her hands brush his comment away. “Nonsense. I can cook.” She looks at both of us. “How about I make lunch?” We nod like a tree branch caught in a wind gust. “Okay, off you two go. I’ll call when it’s ready.”

We don’t waste time. In the bedroom, I’m scrambling to get Joey’s jeans off. We’re stripping each other of clothes, and he backs me into the bathroom. My butt hits the half-stone shower wall, and he’s still pushing forward, forcing me to slide into the shower.

Joey turns the water on before facing me against the half wall, hiking me up to where my arms rest on top. His arms circle my legs, lifting and spreading me wide.

He tilts forward and whispers, “Tell me, is it Tea Time or Cooper's Come? Would you like to enjoy an orgasm or two, or should I focus on my own release? What will it be? Impaled on my tongue and dick until you forget your name or leave you with a deprived pulsing pussy?”

The filthy words pour out of him, swelling my core. Joey’s dominance turns me into knots. I’m wet and dizzy.

“Shall I assume no response means deprived pussy?”

My arms clutch onto the top of the wall. “No. No. Please, Joey.”

I’m shaking from the strain of holding myself up and anticipation. Joey shifts me higher until my stomach is laying across the top of the shower wall. His shoulders force my legs apart and his hands open me up. Joey eats my pussy and ass, using his tongue like a sorcerer's wand, circling, sliding, and darting from one area to the next. My body juices from the heat and eroticism of his skills, pushing back into his face. I ball my hands into fists when an orgasm quakes through me, and I spit his name out in a rhythmic caress.

Joey drops my legs, slides me down, flips me around, and presses down on my shoulders. I’m on my knees, mouth watering at the sight of his silky cock, which jolts in front of my face. I grab a hold of his thigh, and with the other, hold his shaft while my tongue runs from base to tip. My lips cover the head of his cock, tongue stroking the slit on top. After a short time, he falls out of my mouth. His balls are next, taking each one and sucking them.

His hands slap against the wall and remain on it. “Fuck, yes.”

Joey’s hips push into me. I’m back at taking his cock in my mouth, little by little. His stiff, hot, soft skin nears my throat. I look up at him, each inch pulling a sexy, agonizing plea from him as he stares down at me. His thighs move closer, and my fingers hug them so Joey can fuck my mouth the way he wants to. My name falls from his lips like an angel’s harp, gentle and serene, while also freeing a rumble like the sound of a boulder rolling down a mountain. My eyes are looking straight ahead, watching as his thick girth leaves my mouth and slithers back in. Tears cloud my vision.

He backs up, pulls me to my feet, and his mouth covers mine. It’s a hellacious kiss, luring me deeper into my sexual haze. Capturing my mouth, he grabs the showerhead and holds it against my clit. The strength of the water has me jerking backwards, but Joey has a grip on my nape. Another orgasm builds, and when it hits, he swallows my scream.

He turns off the water, carries me into the bedroom, and throws us both onto the bed. We roll around, mouths and hands frantic to continue our highs. His knees push my legs apart and he’s inside again. The speed stays in tune with our wildness. Clawing. Pulling hair. Pleas. Joey rams into me, piercing open my stash of orgasms. Two more, and he’s not far behind.

On our backs, chests heaving, we stare at the ceiling until we’re able to speak. Joey shifts into a seated position against the headboard. I do the same and he hoists me into his side. My head rests on his shoulder, playing with our fingers.

In a crinkle of a whisper, he says, “Tea.”

I bend my head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah?”

His attention falls to my mouth, then back to my eyes. “We’ve been having unprotected sex for a while now.”

I know where this is going. My throat clears, and I pull away from him. I can’t even meet his gaze. I love him, and I don’t want to hurt him. He’ll be a great dad, but we’re not there yet. Or at least, I’m not. We’re only twenty-two. There’s so much I want to see and do before children come into our lives. I think Joey wants to fill some void by having children. And it’s not that I don’t want them, it’s just not now.

He gives my hand a light squeeze. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Well…” I sigh, unsure how to proceed.

“Tea, look at me.”

I take my time, scanning the room, before my eyes meet those beautiful mint green ones surrounded by long, black lashes. His face is serious. I guess now is as good a time as any.

“This isn’t easy for me to say.”

He breathes out of his nose as if he already can guess what I’m about to reveal.

“A week before our wedding…” My hand touches his cheek, but he takes it into his. The sadness and anger this will cause him squeezes my heart. “… I had an IUD put in.”

Joey drops my hand, gets out of bed, and pulls on his boxer briefs. He’s facing away from me.

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