Page 59 of What We Broke

My hand moves down to his throat, and a small squeeze has Leo’s lips faltering and the sexiest whimper leaving his mouth. The thrumming of his pulse underneath my fingers makes my cock thicken.

“Do you know how hard it is to have you so close but still so out of my reach?” I murmur against his lips.

My mouth moves from his and finds that sweet spot on the curve of his neck. He hisses as I alternate between sucking on his skin, hard, and soothing the sting with my tongue. I want to mark him everywhere. I want to bruise his body with my mouth. I want him to look in the mirror every day for the next week and know there is no escaping me.

Stepping away from the bed, I take him in, my eyes darting around the expanse of his bare skin. The way he sits on his haunches, dick straining against his underwear, my own cock leaks at the sight of him. The way his eyes blaze with heat, the way the mark I left on him is already blooming into the most beautiful blemish.

I tug my t-shirt over my head and rid myself of my pants and underwear. Leo licks his lips as his gaze travels down my body and stops at my erection. His own hand travels down to his briefs, squeezing his cock.

“How do you want me?” he asks, sitting there, looking at me, everything about his body willing and wanting.

I want him to be at my mercy, to feel just how wound up I am over him, because Jesus fucking Christ I am losing my mind trying to save us. I’m over here trying to be a Goddamn martyr, but tonight I want nothing more than to succumb to my rage and take him with me.

“Get naked,” I command. “All fours, ass up.”

He doesn’t waste a single second, positioning himself perfectly at the edge of the mattress. Head down, back bowed, ass up and ready for the taking. He is fucking beautiful, and in this moment I hate him for it. I hate him for being everything I love and everything that hurts.

Leaning over him, I run one lone finger down his spine and then down his crease, enjoying the eruption of goosebumps all over his skin.

“You’re always so fucking pretty,” I spit out, slapping his ass at the same time.

He glances over his shoulder. “Only for you.”

His words make me feel unhinged and desperate. My cock aches to be inside him. To own him, to claim him. To remind him his body is nothing if it isn’t mine.

Reaching between his spread legs, I grab his stiff length, stroking and squeezing, working my fingers over his wet slit and then repeating it all over again.

Determined to keep his eyes on me, I feel Leo’s gaze follow my movements as I lower my mouth to one of his ass cheeks. I continue to jerk him off while my mouth latches on to him. Just like his neck, I mark him, sucking and licking his smooth flesh.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Rearing my head back, I take in his bruise-decorated ass, and my body thrums with a possessiveness I didn’t know I could feel swimming in my veins.

Releasing my hold on his cock, I stretch out one of his cheeks, giving myself the perfect view of his hole. With my fingers coated in his sticky arousal, I repeatedly circle the puckered skin, pressing against it every so often.

Needing more, I lower my mouth to his opening, Leo’s groan matching my own when I taste his arousal. I fuck his hole with my tongue, enjoying the way his body shudders and squirms beneath me.

When he’s covered in my saliva, I roughly slide one finger inside. Thrusting, I purposefully avoid hitting his prostate, only wanting him to feel the stretch and burn of my fingers.

I shift my focus back to Leo’s face, finding it flushed, his eyes alight with lust.

“More,” he says, holding my stare.

Watching him, I push in another finger, enjoying the way he inhales, almost searching for air, as I widen him farther.

“More,” he repeats, this time his voice hoarse.

I add another, but this time my attention is torn between his face and the way his body equally stretches and clenches around my fingers.

“Fuck. Jesse,” he groans as I continue to push in and out of him. “I need your cock. Please.”

There is no slow and sensual lead up as I slide my fingers out of him. I lick him one more time, spearing and circling his opening, before spitting on his hole, wanting to make it as wet as possible.

With my hold on him still tight, I stand at my full height and hold my throbbing cock with the tip to his center. Pre-cum pools at the crown and I smear it all over his hole, making the perfect mess.

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