Page 31 of Our Hearts to Break

Giving himself a few strokes, he stares at my mouth.

I bob my head, lips parted.

Nate smirks. “You’re such a cock slut.”

I’m the biggest whore.

Toned to perfection, muscles ripple down his arms, chest, and thighs. As he stands in front of me, I grab his thick ass and dig my fingers into his flesh. Nate spends as much time in the gym as I do, and it shows.

I breathe in his soap and cologne and close my eyes. But beneath his usual smell, there’s something else. A scent that is all-natural, specific to Nate.

His fingers weave through my hair, his hand pushing my head closer to his leaking cock. Nate rocks his hips, and his tip breaches my lips.

“I need your mouth on me, Riv.”

His words turn me feral. Nate wants to mark me. Claim me. And I want to be his. I want him to be mine, too.

The overwhelming need to possess him claws at my insides, and I can no longer resist his scent and touch.

Gripping his hips, I kiss the skin below his belly button. He moans as my lips trail lower. I wrap my hand around his shaft and suck him into my mouth, timing my movements to get the perfect response from Nate.

As I draw back and roll my tongue, Nate says, “Fuck, why are you so good at that?”

He yanks on my short hair, forcing me to look up at him. His legs shake, and I feel his tremors course through me.

“You feel so good, Riv. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

At first, he takes it slow, letting me dictate the pace. But when his grip on my hair tightens, so does the intensity at which he fucks my face. He’s so big my cheeks puff out. Even my jaw hurts.

As the first tears stream down my cheek, he pulls out of my mouth.

“That’s a good boy.” His thumb brushes my wet, bruised lips. “You suck me so well. Let’s see what else you can handle.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I want to come inside you.”

He tackles me to the mattress, his arms pinning me down. Not like I’m going anywhere. The hotel could be set on fire, and I wouldn’t move a muscle.

Nate straddles my thighs and kisses my lips. As our tongues tangle, I get lost in him, forgetting my name, not wanting this night to end.

“You’re so hot,” he says between kisses. “And so hard for me.”

I sit up and peck his lips, desperate for more of him. He kisses me back, fingers tugging at the ends of my short hair.

He reaches between us and fists my cock. “Who did this to you?”

“You did, you smug bastard.”

Nate sucks on my lip, and I bite his. We’re teasing each other, rubbing our dicks together. I’m so drunk on him that my vision blurs, the need for an orgasm commanding control of my body.

“I need you,” I say between kisses. “Fuck me. Now.”

He waggles his eyebrows, giving the cutest smile. “I wanna play with your toys first.”

I watch as he hops off the bed, digs through my suitcase, and returns with a square bag. For months, I’ve been working up the nerve to go all the way, building up an arsenal of toys.

“What did my dirty little cock slut bring for us?” Nate says as he unzips the bag on the bed. “Hmmm… Could it be the dildo you fuck yourself with? Or the one you suck to practice for me? Oh, what’s this?” He holds up a butt plug and sets it on the bed. “Kinky. Have you ever worn this outside the bedroom?”

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