Page 96 of Breaker

I glance down between us. Millimeters separate our bodies, our only connection is his dick hitting my leg with every ragged breath. I suck in air, my chest expanding, brushing his warm flesh. The flickering blue light from the TV behind us deepens the shadows on his body, outlining every muscle and curve of his torso. Shadows his mouth and darkens the hue of his eyes. The urge to kneel before him and run my tongue over his abs makes my knees weak.

“Back the fuck off, Break,” he says between shaky breaths.

His cock hits my leg again. He’s so hard, I can see the perfect outline of his dick, the head, the entire shaft trapped against him. I dip my head low, so my mouth is near his ear and inhale, taking his clean, citrusy sent into me. It fills my chest,making that roiling, unclean feeling fade. Like he can cleanse me of the things I’ve done today.

My lips brush the shell of his ear. “Is that what you want?” His heavy exhales don’t give me an answer, so I squeeze the belt. “Or do you want me closer?”

“F-uck,“ he groans, hips jerking, almost involuntarily.

“Your cock is saying something different from your mouth,” I rasp. An electric shiver moves through him into me. “It’s pressing so hard against me, I think it wants out.”

A short, breathy exhale is all he gives. His eyes dart to meet mine.

You feel it. Just fucking admit it.

I grind my hips into him, letting Viper feel my cock trapped in my pants. Viper’s entire body reacts almost violently. Nails dig into my skin. A breath heaves out with a groan. His head angles back, eyes fluttering closed.

That’s what I thought.

“Take it out,” I grate. “Now.”

The hand at the belt drops, fingers on my shoulder grip harder. My head swims when I hear the grate of his zipper. The fact he’s listening to me makes me so hard that I drop my free hand and pop the button on my pants. Those eyes I love flutter open.

“You want my cock out?” I rasp. “I’m so fucking hard right now. Do you want to watch me fuck my hand?”

Viper’s eyes shift to my mouth.

“Use your words.” I lean in and whisper, “Be a good boy and tell me what you want.”

A light gasp of shock, then the next few words scrape from his throat raw and desperate, “Show me. I want to see you come.”

“That’s a good boy. Now take out your cock.” My eyes dip to watch as he uses one hand to shove his pants low enough that he can free himself, then grips his hard length.

The sight is so erotic, and feels so wrong, that I hurriedly drag my cock from my pants and wrap my hand around my shaft, slipping pre-cum from the head to the root.

“Stroke it,” I order, keeping my voice low, my eyes trained on his hand gripping his dick.

Another breath rattles out of him, but he does as commanded. Takes a long, slow pull from root to tip, then back.

“Harder, Viper. I know you like things rough.”

“Shit,” he hisses, but squeezes his cock and drags his hand roughly up and down. He pauses, eyes flickering with something, but it’s too late.

This is happening.

My chest heaves, fireworks sparking through me. “I didn’t say stop, naughty boy.”

“Fuck,” he grates. Licking his lips, he slowly strokes himself, his gaze locked on my mouth like he’s craving more filth to spill from between my lips.

I can’t deny him anything, so I say, “That’s a good boy. Stroke harder.” My hand matches his pace, fingers pinching the head of my dick with every brutal stroke. I lean forward, gathering saliva and spit on his dick.

“Jesus,” he groans, body going slack. I grip the belt, keeping him upright. He drags my spit along his length, coating it, strokes harder and faster now.

I release my cock and bring my hand to his mouth. “Spit.”

His eyes brighten, blue fire igniting in them. He spits and I hiss out a breath as my hips drive forward, my cock hitting his exposed waist. His head tilts back, hitting the wall, watching my mouth through his long lashes.

“Good, boy,” I rasp, drinking in the sight of his jawline, the way it flexes as he pumps. “Fuck your hand for me.”

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