Page 5 of Break: Vol. 2

"I don't think they're always for you," I replied with an amused grin.

His eyes met mine again, hazel clashing in swirls of brown and green. "Right now, they are," he said right before he fit his fingers beneath the fabric and tore the edge of my panties until they were barely hanging on by one leg loop. He reached for the other side and jerked it down until the fabric fluttered down my legs. I gaped down at the flimsy fabric now lying in a heap against the floor and around one ankle.

"Dare!" I hissed in shock. "Dex bought that! It was probably really expensive." If it came from Dex, it was almost always guaranteed to be expensive. The man didn’t know what a thrift shop or second hand store was. Okay, maybe he did know, but I doubt he’d ever been to one. He didn’t buy cheap panties from Walmart. How the hell had Dare ripped them like they’d been nothing but paper?

A sudden thought occurred to me, and I released a whimper. There was no telling what Dex would do to me when he found out that Darren had torn the beautiful baby blue thong. He’d never hurt me, but this would probably be nothing more than an excuse for a long night of edging in the near future.

I glared at Dare. Had he planned this? Before I could start thinking of ways to avoid what would most likely be the spanking of a lifetime or berating the current boyfriend in front of me, Darren lifted me up and tossed me—squealing and crying out—across the room until I landed on his mattress.

He was over me before I could blink, his fingers moving to my back as he unhooked my bra and jerked it down my arms. Flinging it to the side of the bed, Darren spread my legs and started kissing straight down my middle. I moaned as his mouth moved between my breasts and his fingers came up to join the party. My whole body tightened as his hands soothed my heaving breasts, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing the already hard points of my nipples. I gasped when he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.

"Sweetheart." He sounded out of breath and I relished in my ability to make him lose his mind—it was a heady, powerful feeling. "I want you so much," he said harshly as his mouth paused just above my pussy.

Without thought, I spread my legs wider and he sunk down between them—his shoulders wedging deeper, pushing my thighs apart even more. "Then take me," I urged breathlessly. "Idareyou.” I grinned.

He looked up at me as his fingers retreated from my tightly pebbled nipples. "I will, sweetheart. Don’t you fucking worry about that. I’m gonna make you lose your mind.”

Darren leaned up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward as his mouth crashed down hard on mine, igniting a fever pitch in my blood that had me grasping for his shirt and tugging him closer. I moaned into his mouth, undulating my hips. I whimpered when he managed to tear his mouth from mine, but when I realized that he was heading south once more, I sighed in relief.

Darren's hands found my inner thighs, spreading them wider than before as his mouth found my clit, his tongue circling the little bud. Crying out, I clamped my thighs over his ears and squeezed as he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and scraped his teeth ever so gently over it. Little stars burst behind my eyes as my hands sank into his hair, tugging and pulling—sometimes trying to pull him away when the sensations got to be too much, and sometimes to tug him closer when they weren't enough.

All the while, Darren talked to me. Dirty little words that only served to make me even hotter. "You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? God, you taste like fucking heaven. Do you like having my mouth on you? You like me feasting on this naughty, little pussy?”

I gasped and my hips pumped against him, wanting more. “Yes,” I pleaded. “Please, Dare…” I could feel it, taste it, just within my reach—the biggest star of all was about to burst. Then he took his mouth away and sat up. I cried out in half pain, half fury, sitting up and grabbing onto him. "No. No. No." I wasn’t done. I was almost there. Why the fuck was he stopping now?

Darren gave me a wickedly crooked grin. I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached for his shirt and started jerking it up. "Shirt." I kissed his pec when I revealed it. "Off." I kissed his other pec and then yanked the material away and threw it clear across the room. Darren’s pants and underwear followed soon after.

"Now," I said, grabbing onto his shoulders and locking my legs around his waist. "Give me an orgasm.” I ground my pussy against his crotch. “Hurry up.”

He laughed. "As my lady commands."

"She does. She does," I repeated, reaching down for his cock. Darren groaned when my hand clasped the hard length of him. Returning his earlier grin with one of my own, I pumped him a couple of times before bringing my hand up and licking a path straight down my palm before replacing it once more. He felt hot in my grip.

"Fuck!" I laughed this time as he cursed while I pumped him with my fist, my hand squeezing up gently over the head. The wetness of my palm smoothed over him and when I brought my thumb up to the little hole at the head of his cock, I circled it, smearing the drop of pre-cum that had risen there across his soft, vulnerable skin.

He felt like steel covered in velvet. I met his gaze and licked my lips as my pumps slowed down. Darren's eyes widened as I unlinked my legs from around his waist and moved back. I turned over, my knees sinking into the mattress as I bent down. Holding his cock straight up in one hand, I pushed a strand of my hair back and tucked it behind my ear as I leaned over his lap.

I blew gently across the head and smiled as he let loose another stream of curses that turned the air blue with their foulness. A laugh escaped me, but a moment later there was no more room to laugh. His hands cupped against the back of my skull as he pulled me closer. My lips parted and my tongue swirled around his head, licking up that drop of pre-cum I’d been playing with before.

"Sweetheart, if you're gonna blow me, then blow me—but fuck, you gotta do something. You're driving me craz—ahh, fuck."

I sucked his head into my mouth before he had even finished talking. Hollowing out my cheeks, I went to work. Dare's groan rumbled up through his chest, low and long. After several deep sucks, I released him and backed up. "Something like that?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes up at him.

Through clenched teeth, he replied, "Yeah, just like that." He directed my head right back to his cock.

I chuckled and took him back in my mouth, sliding my lips halfway down before retreating and repeating the process. Darren's cock was thick against my tongue. His width stretched my lips and blew out my cheeks. I placed my hands on his strong thighs and bobbed my head up and down, closing my eyes briefly as I focused on the task at hand. Under my fingers, I could feel the tension in his muscles and how he clenched as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. The strands of my hair fell around my shoulders but were soon gathered up and held away from my face.

My eyes turned up, following up Dare's hard, cut chest to find him focused completely on what I was doing. His eyes were heated, his lower lips pulled between his teeth as he worked at not groaning too loud. I couldn't have him holding back on me, so with an amused wink, I pushed my head down even further, swallowing his cock to the base. I felt him enter my throat and no matter how hard I tried to keep them away, he was so wide that there was no stopping the scrape of my teeth against the underside of his cock.

Dare threw his head back and released the loudest, most sexual groan I'd ever heard from him. Without warning, the hand in my hair turned hard. His fingers tightened and pulled at the strands, sending little pops of pain through my scalp. It hurt, but in only the best way. Still, that wasn't going to stop me.

I licked his shaft, up one side and then down the other—moaning so that the vibrations ricocheted through him. Every time I moaned, so did he. I brought one hand forward, holding the base of his cock, and pumped so that as my lips moved, and so, too, did my hand. After a while, the feel of Darren's thighs under my hands grew rock hard as he tightened.

"Fuck. Yeah. Oh damn, your mouth—fuck your mouth."

I pulled off, laughing. "That's what you're doing," I said cheekily.

Darren laughed, too, albeit a bit tensely. "I need you," he said, pushing me back. "If you're done fucking around with me, I think it's time for me to fuck you."

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