Page 53 of Fractured

I loved that he kept it neatly trimmed. It looked so fucking hot on him. His soft moan was music to my ears, and I suddenly couldn’t think of anything besides pulling as many of those sweet sounds from him as possible.

Lifting up, I grabbed the ends of my long sleep shirt and yanked it over my head. His gaze fell right to my breasts before he bent forward to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Even with the string connecting my breasts to my core vibrating like a live wire every time he sucked, I had other plans. I wanted—no, I needed to make him feel good. I wanted to feel that power right now. Because in a time of my life where I had no power over anything, this was something that made me feel alive.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him back and ignored his groan of protest.

“No, I want to be the one to do the work right now. Will you let me?” I asked as I climbed off his lap and made a show of slowly lowering myself to the floor.

Cupping his knees, I pushed his thighs apart as I waited for his answer. There wasn’t a distinct tan line on his legs.

Hmm, how often did my sexy bartender go skinny dipping without me? I’d have to make sure he took me with him from now on. I’d never had as much fun as I’d had there. And I wanted to recreate it whenever I could.

“Fuck yeah. I’m yours to do with as you please.” Kenzo crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back, ready and willing. The green in his eyes darkened to a deep forest color as I lowered my head to nuzzle his dick through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He was warm, hard, and smelled delicious. But what heightened this whole experience to astronomical levels was the eye contact. His pupils contracted when I pulled down his boxers to free his bobbing erection. It curved a little to the right, and as soon I fisted it in my hand, little flecks of moss green flickered in his irises.

Such little details I would have never noticed if I hadn’t been studying him as if my life’s work depended on it. As I licked, sucked, and stroked him, the minute changes in his eyes became something of a symphony, and I knew, without any of the doubt I’d become so accustomed to, that this could be a new passion, just as powerful as my obsession with my cello.

The beautiful, guttural sounds coming from his throat had my pussy leaking. The audible stimulation combined with the powerful connection of our souls through our eyes was the most insane aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced. The only other time that came close was the night both Atticus and Ambrose made love to me.

I groaned around his dick in my mouth at the sudden flood of my heat through my body.

“Don’t tell me you started without me,” Atticus said as he dropped behind me, pushing my panties out of the way to rub along the seam of my pussy. “You two were making such a racket, I woke up humping a pillow. Thanks for that.” He chuckled and started a slow assault of tight circles over my clit. “And thanks for sharing where the condoms are.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Watching your face as Atticus has his dirty way with you. I love this,” Kenzo grunted out as he brought his hands to each side of my head, tenderly holding me over his dick as he began to thrust into my mouth.

Still, we kept eye contact.

Although, when Atticus pushed deep inside until he bottomed out, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

They moved in tandem. I swore on everything that scared me, I could feel every vein, every drag over my sensitive bundle of nerves until I couldn’t hold on to my sanity any longer.

This was the type of oblivion I sought. Neon bright lights of yellow and green burst behind my eyelids as I lost the battle to keep them open. There was so much pleasure I needed to move, twist…something!

But they held me in place as they picked up their tempo until they shouted their own releases.

Minutes, or perhaps days passed before I came back to myself.

Kenzo and Atticus had me cradled between them on the sofa. The warmth that traveled from their bodies to mine created such a safe feeling. Snuggling down in their embrace, I let my eyes close and drifted off to sleep.

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The creaking hingesof my front door jarred me from my nap. I jerked up to an elbow to find Saint stepping inside. His shoulders bunched up to his ears when he noticed me watching him.

“Sorry! Sorry. Atticus texted that you were sleeping. I was trying to be quiet, but your front door had other plans,” he said as he glanced back at the offending door with disdain. “We’ll have to get you some WD-40 for that. Don’t worry, I’ll bring some over the next time.”

Atticus was nowhere to be seen, but Kenzo was behind me with his back to the couch. It made sense. The bartender who worked late hours would be able to sleep the day away. Whereas Atticus, my dorky professor would not.

I pulled out of his hold without waking him and covered him back up with the plush throw from the back of the couch. They must have spread it over us after I passed out. And dressed me, since I was wearing my sleep shirt.

“Sit out front with me?” Saint touched the back of my arm.

I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water and an apple from the counter before heading out front. Saint was waiting for me in one of the old wicker chairs. I took the one closest to the door and pulled my feet underneath me.

The air was sticky today, not giving any sign of the approaching change of season. That was just the way it was in the south. We went from raging summer, to mild winter, then back to raging summer. That was okay with me. I preferred the warmer temperatures.

Twisting the cap off the water bottle, I surveyed the street. It was a fairly quiet neighborhood…well, unless my life was causing a scene. A few kids were playing at the end of the block, and an old man was tossing the ball for his golden retriever across the street.

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