Page 20 of Break: Vol. 2

Darren reached out, cupping a breast in his hand, squeezing roughly and that, too, kindled a fire inside. Our tongues didn’t merely touch, they battled. They sought out the other and dueled, clashing against each other. Darren was so wild over me that his teeth clicked against mine, but he pulled away almost immediately, leaving my chest heaving. His teeth bit down on my lower lip, drawing it out and away from my mouth, sucking it with fervor.

Between my thighs, Taylor’s head bobbed and his fingers found my core, sinking in. I clenched down on him, feeling the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t enough. I needed something more. I needed him. I needed Darren.

“Please,” I gasped out, breaking my kiss. “Fuck me.” I didn't care if I was begging. I was more than ready to plead with them to give me something to send me over the edge. The idea that someone could be watching us was terrifying and yet thrilling in the same breath. I knew I'd be covered if anyone ever actually came close enough to realize what we were doing. This was safe. I was safe, and that made me feel confident in my request.

Darren’s teeth bit down on my nipple and I cried out, another wave of wetness soaking Taylor’s fingers. He pumped them, thrusting inside as Darren worried my nipple with his teeth. It was too much sensation. Overstimulation. I writhed between them, not wanting to go over the edge yet.

“Please!” I begged. I wanted them, needed them, would do whatever it took to get them. Their cocks, thrusting into my pussy, pushing me up and over the edge. But they both ignored me. Darren switched to my other breast, leaving the first one to pucker as the air hit it. Taylor thrust a third finger into me, rotating them, and continued with his oral torture, and I screamed as it all came crashing down around me in a kaleidoscope of color, sparking and dancing over my eyes.

My scream trickled off into a low moan as Taylor pulled away, his lips glimmering, his fingers leaving a trail of wetness on my thighs. “Did anyone hear?” It took me a second to realize who was speaking because Taylor’s mouth hadn’t moved. I looked down and noticed that Darren had released my nipples and was staring over where Cody and Dex stood, side by side, watching the areas around us. Cody jerked his head to the side, indicating a negative answer.

I relaxed into the lounge chair, but it wasn’t over yet. Darren backed away from my breasts, his hand going back to my head, cradling the back of my neck as he pulled me to the side. He jerked his pool shorts down so that his cock protruded and grasped it, holding it out.

“Suck,” he commanded, his cheeks flushed with desire and his voice low and demanding.

Closing my eyes, I obeyed, parting my lips and pulling him inside of my mouth as Taylor spread my thighs once more and settled in. His cock brushed my core, making a shiver chase down my spine, and then he was sinking inside. My lips tightened around Darren, earning a thick groan as his fingers clenched in the hair at the base of my skull.

I sucked Darren, savoring the feel of him gliding in and out from between my lips. I opened my eyes again and stared up. His neck was tense, his jaw tight, and his stomach rippled with each thrust into my mouth. I softened my tongue, laying it flat on the underside of his cock. A moment later, I squeaked around his thick length as Taylor jerked my legs up and crossed them so that my feet stuck up over one of his shoulders.

I gasped, feeling him thicken in my pussy as he pounded forward. It felt tighter now in this position. Already, I could feel the flames of my orgasm coming to life once more. Every time they had me together like this, I thought I would be shocked back to reality. I thought I would find that it wasn’t as good as I remembered, and I was usually right. It was always better. At this point, I wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck,” Taylor hissed out a breath. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan as Darren drove his cock into me, punishing me with it. I tightened my lips around him as the first flutters of my second orgasm blossomed in my tummy. Reaching up, I put a hand over his at the base of his cock and then let it drift down, cupping his balls.

“Shit,” Darren’s continuous thrusts stuttered as he moved forward and stilled. His cock pulsed in my mouth and then he erupted, coming down my throat as I stared up at his gorgeous face—his head thrown back and the muscles all straining towards his release. His cum flooded over my tongue and down into the back of my throat. I swallowed it all down.

He pulled away gently, staring down at me with quirking lips.

Before I could say anything, though, Taylor jerked himself out of me and using his grip on my legs, flipped me over. He shoved my head down against the lounge as he yanked my hips up and reentered me with sharp, jerky movements. I gasped, my eyes widening at the sudden intrusion.

“Oh fuck!” I hissed.

Darren chuckled as the curse slipped out and I grabbed onto his arm. Taylor pounded me into the lounge chair, the legs of the pool furniture squeaking and moving in small increments with each forceful thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my hold on Darren as Taylor shoved me back up the precipice and straight over it in no time at all. This time, I came with a raspy whimper.

He stilled over me, hands on either side of my hips and I felt him inside, jerking as his chest pumped against my back while he leaned over to kiss the top of my spine. When he finally left me, liquid seeped out from between my legs, and I glanced over my shoulder. Cheeks flushed, he grinned down at me as he moved aside to grab a towel.

When I saw my bikini bottoms floating, unattended, in the pool, I couldn’t hold back the laughter. This was going to be the best spring break I had ever had, I just knew it.

Chapter 10

Iwasn’t completely wrong. Cruising with the guys was probably the most fun I had ever had. My parents hadn’t regularly taken the family on vacation when I was a kid, and when we did go it was always to boring places—like mountainous campsites with no other kids, or grandma’s house. Sipping margaritas poolside with four incredibly hot athletes was nothing like grandma’s house.

“You up for dinner tonight, Jamie?”

I jerked as a somewhat familiar voice called out to me from across the pool. Lifting my shades, I sat up and scanned the area. Dex’s brother—Stephan—was heading straight for me. I lifted my lips in welcome.

“Hey, there’s a dinner planned?” I asked as he came over and popped into a seat alongside my lounge chair.

He leaned back on his hands and looked around. “Yeah, Dex said he’d come have dinner with me and Mother again before we hit the island tomorrow. Speaking of my brother, where is he—oh and his entourage, of course. I assume they’re with him?”

I shrugged and lowered my sunglasses once more to block the fiery sun rays. “I think the guys wanted to go figure out what expeditions they’re doing when we hit the island.”

“Hmmmm.” Stephan’s gaze moved down my floral sundress. “Thought I’d find you in a swimsuit up here. What’s with the dress?”

I frowned, but I supposed it wasn’t a strange question. Nearly every other woman in the area was wearing less than me. “Cody and I were planning on going to the ship’s theater to catch a movie. Movie theaters are always cold.”

“Ahhh, I see,” he said, but he didn’t stop his slow perusal. I shifted uncomfortably. “So, you and Dex’s friends are close, too, then, huh?”

I shrugged without answering. I didn’t know what to say to that considering I more than knew them and I couldn’t tell him that, but I also didn’t like the tone he was using. “I suppose,” I finally answered. My voice was so quiet, it was practically swallowed by the surrounding sounds of people playing in the pool and talking at the poolside tables.

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