Page 99 of Breaker

He nods, understanding. “But your cock isn’t off limits.”

Well.I have nothing to say to that. All the things I don’t want to face are standing a foot away, with heated eyes, eating up the sight of me.

Viper reaches behind him and tugs at the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head, hard abs rippling as it slips off. The muscles in his chest move as he slowly rolls the shirt into a ball, watching my reaction. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Viper waiting on anything. Viper does not wait. He takes what he wants when he wants it, never bothering to ask, especially not permission.

My eyes dart to his face. He’s so fucking handsome. It grates on me. I think I’ve always hated that I’ve been attracted to him, noticing him more than I should have as we grew into men. Breaker was only two years younger, but everything about him felt innocent and maybe that’s why I never reallysawhim until we were older. Nothing about Viper is chaste. He’s lust and sex wrapped up in the tempting body of a god.

Viper’s throat moves as he swallows, my gaze fixing on the auburn stubble, remembering how he greedily swallowed my cum. When his blue eyes meet mine, they flare with bright heat, the vanity light making them sparkle like gemstones. I feel my gaze slip to his lips, the memory of their softness around my hard length making my blood spark just as hot as his eyes.

At some point, we both moved, some primal force drawing us together. Citrus and sweat flood my senses. We’re so close I can feel the slight tremble move through his chest into mine. Viper’s hand lands on my waist, and my breath bursts from my lungs.

“Just do it,” he whispers, the heat of his words caressing my cheek. “Just fucking do it already because I don’t think I have the nerve.”

My eyes dip to his mouth. His tongue runs seductively over his bottom lip. The need to know what that lip feels like makes me lean in. Our noses brush. His breath fans over my face. My top lip meets his bottom. Keeping our eyes locked, I angle my head slightly, feeling the slight stubble under the cleft of his bottom lip. His hips jerk almost involuntarily, and his cock digs into my thigh.

“Fuck.” It’s more of a release of a breath than a whole word and I can practically taste his beg. His fingers tighten more, digging in harshly.

“I don’t know how,” I hear myself saying, then I laugh as he exhales a soft chuckle. “I’ve never kissed a man.”

“Pretty sure it’s like kissing a woman,” he says against my mouth. “And I’ve seen you kiss plenty—”

I latch on to his bottom lip and suck. His eyes flare, and then his hungry mouth is on mine. My heart slams into my ribcage. My eyes stay open, watching his grow dark, lashes fluttering as he deepens the kiss. We keep our gazes locked as I slip my tongue into his mouth. Heat and male and something slightly astringent like liquor hits my tongue. I briefly wonder if he’s been drinking, but then Viper’s hand slips from my hip and travels slowly upward, fingers following each line and plane of my stomach, then chest until he weaves them into my hair and pulls me closer.

That simple, gentle move makes my entire body move toward him, my hands suddenly needing the feel of him. I place them on his biceps, fingers curling into the thick muscle. He emits a low groan and our tongues collide.

Everything about this is slow. Exploring. He feels so different. Women are soft, their kiss delicate and lined with desperation, but everything about them, even their desire, is smooth. Their flesh, their cheeks, and lips. Viper’s mouth is hungry, verging on starved, yet his lips are so soft, it makes me crave him even more. But as the kiss grows more heated and his touch grows harsher, I feel the edge of sharpness in him. His soft lips are outlined with the scrape of stubble against my flesh. His nails biting into my scalp. Hard dick hitting my thigh.

“Shit,” he breathes into my mouth, and I realize my eyes have closed as they pop open. He breaks the kiss, running his nose along my jawline to my neck. “You taste devine.” At some point, my hands have made their way to the small of his back, my fingertips dipping into the dimples above his ass. “And you smell fucking good.”

“Yeah. I smell like sweat and—”

“Sex,” he grates. His tongue skates along my jaw. A sparking shiver runs down my spine, pooling like mercury. “When we fucked them, I smelled you on their skin. It makes me so hard, your sweat mixed with theirs. I can’t get enough.” He shifts closer, molding his bare chest to mine. My hands drop to his tight ass, feeling it flex as he grinds his dick into me. “I want to drink you in. Taste you. Drown in you.”

A groan slips out, my head falling to the side as he drags his lips over my throat, down to my collarbone.Shit. It’s no wonder Breaker has zero resistance when it comes to this man. I feel myself tumbling backward, falling into his sticky desire.

“Breaker smells like earth and cedar. Like a forest after it rains. You smell like everything clean and good, even when I’ve been told caving you is a sin. As if sin wasn’t bad, but something created to leave us wanting.”

My breath heaves from my lungs, the brutal honesty of his confession so raw it flays me. I grip his hair, pulling his head back, searching his eyes. “Who said this was sin?”

The word leaves him on an exhale. “Father.”

I pull back, surprised. Fallon has never mentioned sexuality in any way. Good or bad. Then again, I’ve never been faced with wanting a man until recently.

“This isn’t a sin,” I whisper. “This wanting, this craving so deep it’s in my marrow, this need to have all of you isn’t bad. And if it is, I’ll burn with you.”

My words seem to rip something inside him, making his face go from desperation to soft need. I think it rips something free in me too because I feel that fear that’s lived in me crumble. He must see it, because he cups my jaw with one hand, his thumb skimming my bottom lip.

“Let me touch you,” he whispers. “Let me kiss you.”

My fingers trail up his spine. “Yes.”

And then it’s just hot breaths and warm lips and nipping teeth. Hands in hair and the dragging of cock against cock. He shoves me backward. I pull him with me. He stumbles forward. My open pants slip down. I grip the waist keeping them up. Viper’s hand slips under the waistband, gripping my ass. I keep him pressed to me as we move back into the room.

The back of my legs hit the bed. Viper’s hand moves, and suddenly it’s wrapped around my shaft. I groan into his mouth, pumping forward, suddenly so desperate for his touch that I think I’ll die if he stops. My fingers weave into his silky hair as he slides his palm over my shaft under my pants. The calluses on his fingers, the softness of his lips are such a contrast it ignites my blood, making me feverish with want. I take him with me as I sit, Viper bending over to keep our mouths connected.

“Knees,” I grate out, andfuck, he drops immediately. My cock grows so hard that every thought shifts from his delicious mouth on mine to my dick. I grip his throat, and his eyes flutter closed. “Suck it, now.”

Desperation floods every sense, so that I’m fumbling with him to shove my pants down enough to free myself.

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