Page 77 of Tuned To Break
I nod frantically, breathless.
When he slides inside, it’s deep and slow, filling me completely. I arch into him, legs wrapping around his waist as he groans into my mouth.
“Fuuuck, you feel good,” he growls, starting to thrust. “So tight. So wet. You take me like you were made for it.”
His rhythm builds fast, hips snapping into mine, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. Every thrust hits deep, pulling breathy sounds from me, dragging me closer to the edge.
“Say my name,” he demands, tightening his grip just a touch.
“Jake—”
“Louder.”
“Jake!”
“That’s it. Scream it. Let the fuckin’ neighbours know who’s making you fall apart.”
His hand eases enough for me to breathe deeply again, but the pressure lingers—keeping my brain in that hazy, delicious place between pain and pleasure.
“Gonna come for me, boss girl?” he pants.
“Yes—yes, Jake—don’t stop?—”
“That’s it, Stella. Fucking come. Let go. I’ve got you.”
When the orgasm hits, it tears through me like lightning. I cry out, shaking, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered. He follows seconds later with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he empties himself into me.
He collapses on top of me, face buried in my neck, both of us gasping, sweating, trembling.
For a long moment, we just lie there. Tangled. Spent. Quiet.
Then he shifts to his side, pulling me with him, one arm wrapping tightly around my waist as our legs knot together under the blanket. His chest is warm against my back, his breath steady against my shoulder.
“Better?” he murmurs, voice rough and low.
“Much.” I smile, lazy and loose. “That was... very therapeutic.”
He chuckles, kissing the curve of my shoulder. “I aim to please. I’m Batman, after all.”
“You exceed expectations. Every single time.”
“Mmm.” He hums. “Remind me to putcertified emotional support rooton my resume.”
I laugh, snuggling closer into his arms. “And to think you started this whole thing as a masked stranger at a party.”
He nuzzles my neck. “Don’t act like you weren’t into the mask.”
“Yeah, well... Batman’s kinky cousin turned out to have some very useful talents.”
His hand slides lazily down my thigh, squeezing gently. “That so?”
“Very so.” I reach back to run my fingers through his messy hair. “But it’s not just the sex, Jake.”
“I know.” His voice softens. “I feel it too.”
A quiet settles over us. Not awkward. Not heavy. Just... safe.
“Jake?” I ask after a while, my voice small again, but not scared.
