Page 22 of Tuned To Break
A gasp tears from my mouth when he fists my hair, angles my head, and kisses me like a man possessed. He drags me forward with zero patience, zero care for consequences.
My hands clutch at his t-shirt, bunching the fabric so tight my knuckles ache, because if I don’t hold on, I might drown in him.
It’s desperate. Hungry. The kind of kiss that should come with a warning label, because nothing about this is safe.
“Jake—” I gasp when he tears his mouth from mine long enough to drag a ragged breath.
“Fuck, Stella.” His voice is gravel wrapped in want as he backs me toward the desk. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His hands are everywhere. Rough palms skating down my sides, gripping my hips like he wants to leave fingerprints there. He hauls me up like I weigh nothing and places me on the edge of my desk with a sharp grunt that vibrates through my bones.
I wrap my legs around his waist before I can think better of it, my skirt riding high. My pulse is thundering so loud I swear it’s echoing in the room.
He kisses me again, slower this time, dirtier. His tongue sweeps deep, claiming, teasing, promising things my body already aches for.
Then he shifts, dragging his mouth down my jaw, my neck, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. My head tips back on instinct, exposing more skin, and his low groan rumbles against my throat like he wants to fucking bite me.
When his teeth graze the soft spot beneath my ear, I nearly come apart right there.
“Jake,” I breathe, helpless.
He freezes for a fraction of a second, then mutters a curse like my voice alone broke his last thread of restraint.
“Say it again,” he growls, lips brushing against my erratic pulse.
“Jake.” His name comes out all shaky, but it pulls a sound out of him that makes my insides clench. Dark, guttural, like something feral just snapped its leash.
He slides a hand up my thigh, slow enough to make me want to beg. I open my mouth to tell him to do just that when his fingers slip under my skirt and find my panties. One touch and he stills, lips curling against my skin.
“Soaked,” he rasps, dragging the damp fabric aside and pressing a finger to my slick clit. The first stroke has me bucking into his hand, nails clawing at his shoulders.
Pure bliss threatens as Jake circles the engorged bud faster.
“Fuck,” he mutters like a prayer. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, darl? Sitting at your desk and watching me work, while I’ve been losing my goddamn mind thinking about this pussy.”
My hips jerk against his hand without permission, a whimper leaving my throat.
“Please—” I know I should stop this, but all rational thought flew out the window when he kissed me.
“Please, what?” His voice is sharp steel now, and he’s playing my clit with lazy precision, like he’s got all the time in the world. “Please fuck you? Please make you come, or please stop?”
I swallow hard, pride bleeding out of me with every slow stroke of his fingers. “Please... don’t stop.”
His laugh is low, vibrating through my bones. “Darl, I’m not fucking stopping until you are screaming my name, and I get to taste your sweet juices coating my fingers.”
And then—FUCK—his other hand moves. Up my chest, sliding along the column of my throat until his palm cradles it, thumb resting on the hollow just beneath my jaw. The black noose inked into his skin stares back at me like a promise.
He squeezes. Not hard, just enough pressure to make my breath hitch, to make my pulse hammer against his thumb like it wants out. My whole body goes molten.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, hips bucking against his hand like a shameless addict.
“That’s it,” he purrs, voice dropping to something dark and velvety. “Take it for me, Stella. Take my fingers and this pretty little hand necklace. Because that’s what you need right now.” His grip tightens a fraction, just enough to make my head spin.
A broken moan tears out of me, my walls clenching as he slides a finger inside, then two, stretching me just enough to make my breath stutter.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarls, pumping slowly, his thumb replacing his finger and working ruthlessly on my clit. “Gonna ruin my fucking hand on this cunt before I ever get to sink my cock in it.”
“Jake,” I sob, the sound muffled when his mouth claims mine again in a kiss full of so much passion, I feel it down to my toes.
