Page 101 of Breaker

“Okay.”

The grate of his zipper as I slide it down does something weird to my stomach. When I grip him, I’m amazed at how hot he feels, and so hard he’s pulsing. When I pull him free, he hisses and jerks in my grasp. Pre-cum leaks from him, and in some remote part of my brain, I know he’s this hard because of me.

Me now, taking him into my mouth. Licking the slit.

Musk and salt.

I run my tongue over my lips, my mind racing, deciding, and when it hits me that I want more, I lean in again, my fingers gripping him harder to guide him back to my mouth.

“Fucking shit,” he grates as my tongue slides over him, exploring the velvety tip. His fingers weave gently into my hair. “Fuck, yeah. God. Please don’t stop.”

The grating, desperate way he begs makes my chest grow and I lick again, my mind suddenly fracturing. “I don’t know how to do this,” I say, but I want to, desperately.

“Just like that—” His hips jerk. “—Fuck, man, like that. Like you’re sucking a lollipop.”

I try to remember the last I had a lollipop but can’t as I take him into my mouth fully. He’s girthy, and I have to open wide to take him. Viper groans when his cock pops out of my mouth. Our eyes meet, and his carnivorous look makes me want to do this better.

“I’m about to pass out,” he says with a laugh.

“What do I do?”

“Like our girls.”

I keep our gazed connected as I slip him past my lips, focusing the memory of how they feel as they take me into their mouths. How they pay attention to the head of my cock. I suck hard, tongue swirling around his tip. Viper erupts with a string of curses, touching my shoulder.

They lick the length of me, so I do that, coating his shaft with my spit. His lashes flutter, and a hand leaves my hair to caress my jaw.

“Shit. That’s good, Strike. Nice and sloppy. Suck it like you want my cum in your mouth.”

I suck him in hard, until he hits my throat. Viper’s groan is so feral I feel myself growing hard again.

“Harder. Less teeth.” He glides a hand to the base of his cock. “Jerk me off when you—” His hips buck and I gag. My eyes tear, but I keep him at my throat, then release him with a gasp.

“I’m about to fucking come,” he groans. “Mouth or face?”

I tap my chest as my cheeks hollow out when I take him in again, eyes pinned to his face. The greedy groan he lets out makes me suck harder, loving how his hips snap forward, and his jaw loosens and then tightens as he watches me.

“Oh shit,” his hips jerk, “Mo ghràdh,I’m about to come, I’m about tocome.”

The last word gets caught on a groan as he pulls out and wet heat hits my neck. I lean back, letting his cum hit my chest as he spurts again, helping him through his release as I drag my hand down his length.

When he catches his breath, he collapses to the floor, his forehead hitting my knee.

“Shit,” he hisses.

I blink, taking a deep breath, waiting for the panic to hit. I’m surprised when it doesn’t.

Viper looks up at me, meeting my eyes. “Holy shit, Strike.”

Yeah.

I know.

I just sucked Viper’s dick.

“You okay?” he asks, standing upright. He backs away, snagging a towel from the bathroom, keeping his eyes locked on mine. He offers it to me, then makes a strange face beforedropping back down to a crouch and swiping it over my chest. His cum smears across my skin, catching in the hair.

NowI panic.

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