Page 100 of Breaker

“God, your cock is fucking gorgeous,” he grates, his hand wrapped around me at the root. Then he starts pumping, stroking, angling it to his mouth. Viper sucks my tip between his lips, licking the slit, and the groan that rips from my throat is unholy.

“Fucking suck it, hard,” I rasp, my hips bucking toward him, the craving in me so primal it verges on violent. I shift up to my elbow to watch as he sucks the head, my fingers woven into his hair.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says as our eyes collide once more. Whatever he sees in my face makes him grin. The silky, hot feel of his tongue slipping down the length of mycock feels like he’s undoing a part of me, and my chest explodes when he grips me tighter, stroking roughly.

My head falls back between my shoulders, eyes closing as his hot mouth encloses over the head, then he takes me into his mouth. I grip his hair and lift my hips, thrusting deeper.

“Watch your teeth,” I grate, pulling out.

He gasps, saliva dripping down his chin. “I wasn’t prepared.” He licks the slit again, and I repeat the movement, but this time, my cock slides in smoothly until I hit his throat. He gags, eyes watering, and I let him go. He grips my hand in his hair and shoves it away. “Fucking let me do this, asshole.”

My lip pulls into a grin, but I settle back on my elbows and watch as he takes me in again. Pleasure ripples down my spine every time he sucks, his cheeks hollowing out.

“Shit,” I hiss out. “You’re too good at this.”

He grins around my shaft, and the arrogance makes me grasp his head and shove him down onto me hard. He chokes, and when his face grows red, I let him up. He lets me go with a slickpopand an angry glare, and I swear the universe just changed colors from black to royal blue.

“Come on, dirty boy,” I say, voice gravelly. It doesn’t even sound like mine. It’s husky and bold. I feel bold. Confident in what I want. “Take my cock and suck it deep into that greedy mouth.”

“Make me.” Viper smirks, the taunt making my blood heat.

This is no longer an exploring of desires. This is want, in its purest, most animalistic form.

Pushing off the bed, I grip the sides of his head and slam him down onto my cock. I feel his throat constrict, the sharpness of his teeth. Feel his groan vibrate my through my shaft. It all just adds to the wild thrumming inside me. Gripping his hair,I pull him off me, and lean forward to capture his mouth, swallowing his gasp. His hand flexes on my dick.

“Any more cocky words, naughty boy?” I breathe into his mouth. “Or are you going to make me fuck that dirty mouth of yours and remind you of your place?”

His blue eyes flare with heat. Now I know why Breaker is so volatile around him. Viper brings forth something dark, primitive need to dominate and own.

Viper grinds out a moan. “Fuck, you’re really sexy when you get all violent.”

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock like a good boy,” I grate. Gripping my cock at the base, I use his hair to guide him to me. He smirks, then takes me so deep that I see stars.

Viper’s hand lands on my stomach and slips it upwards, pushing me back. I let myself fall to the bed and look at the ceiling as he sucks me in again. My eyes fall closed as I weave my fingers into his hair and just feel. His warm palms slipping up my abs, the tips of his fingers dipping into each hard plane, then moving down to cup my balls. It’s like he can’t touch enough of me, both of his hands exploring, leaving my dick to move over my exposed flesh, then up higher to pinch a nipple or run down my calf, over my pants, to grip my ankle then up again, all while he sucks, licks, and takes me deep.

Every soft touch, every dig of fingers makes me want more. I want him to touch me everywhere. Every time he sucks me in, it feels like he’s tugging at the seams of my body, exposing pieces I didn’t know I wanted free. The ravenous need to have his flesh against mine, his heat and his sweat and his fucking everything, until I can taste him too, eats me alive, until I’m pumping up into his mouth.

When it all becomes too much, my abs ripple, growing tight and I arch upwards, curling into myself. I find him watching my face through his long lashes. The second our eyesconnect, he sucks hard, and my legs draw up around him, but he keeps his hands on my thighs as he sucks me, his head bobbing up and down. My cock hits his throat, and the world explodes in a flash of violent blue.

I stop existing and my world is just sounds and breaths and vibrant touches. I hear myself groaning his name, then heat erupts from me, and he chokes. I feel my fingers in his hair, weaving between the strands, feeling its softness and the sweat at the back of his neck. I hear the words spilling from my mouth, gravelly and unchecked, “That’s good. Fuck, that’s good. That’s a good boy,” followed by my panting, “Oh, fuck, suck harder, swallow it all filthy boy.”

When I come back down, that needy ache for more still lingers. To have him close. Closer. To own him. Possess him. Breathe the same air as him.

Pressing my palm to his shoulder, I shove Viper back, and he nearly falls to his ass, but catches himself. I grip under his arm and pull him upright until he’s standing over me. Still slightly dazed, my eyes travel up to his face. His lips gleam with the mess I made in his mouth, saliva and cum on his chin. He gathers it on his finger and slips it past his lips, sucking it clean.

“Fuck,” I breathe becauseshit, this man is dangerously sexy.

My eyes drop to the bulge in his fatigues. I reach for the buckle of his belt, but his hand clamps over mine before I can slip it free.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers.

My eyes lock with his. “I want to.”

His hand falls and I slip the belt open, then pop the button of his pants. My heart slams into my ribcage.

“Strike.”

“I want to,” I rasp, my heart hammering so hard that it feels like it may explode. “Don’t fucking say anything.”

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