Page 50 of Bend & Break
My kneesdobuckle slightly when his tongue drags an unhurried path up the inside of my thigh. He stops just shy of where I’m desperate for him, and I can feel his breath there—warm, taunting. He presses a kiss to my hipbone, then lingers, eyes flicking up like he’s waiting for me to say something. Does hewantme to beg? I’m quickly finding that I’m not above it.
My hands grip the shelf behind me, white-knuckled, trying to stay upright while my entire body pulses with want. “Mads?—”
“Easy, Blue. I’ve got you.” He palms my ass cheeks, coaxing me closer to the edge of reason, of control.
He sucks one of my pussy lips between his teeth, then the other. The sound his mouth makes when he releases each one is lewd, borderline embarrassing.
“Please, Madsen.” My hips cant forward, my aching center begging for contact with his tongue.
Two sharptsks. “So impatient.”
He nips at my inner thigh, just enough to make me flinch and curse under my breath. The sting fades fast, but the ache he leaves behind lingers.
“Spread your legs a little more for me,” he murmurs. Not a suggestion. A command.
I do. Because I’d let him tell me to do anything right now, and he knows it.
His thumbs move in slow, lazy circles on either side of my thighs, like we’re not still potential seconds away from someone coming in here and finding us. Like this isn’t the single most unhinged decision we’ve made yet.
No more unhinged than me sucking his cock out in the open a few minutes ago, I remind myself.
When his mouth finally moves to where I need it, I almost cry.
He drags his tongue along my pussy like he’s trying to memorize the shape of it. The warmth of it. The way my muscles twitch under his touch.
“God, you taste good,” he says into my skin. “Been thinking about this since the first time you ran your mouth at me.” I let out a whimper, barely audible. He groans in response.
I suck in a shaky breath, one hand gripping his hair at the root.
His mouth is firm and focused, his pace torturously steady. He doesn’t stop to talk now, doesn’t tease. He just works me over with single-minded purpose, hands holding me like I might vanish if he lets go.
My head tips back against the shelf, the edge of it digging into my shoulder blade. I don’t care. My thoughts are static. My whole body burns. Every movement of his mouth sends another jolt through me, pressure winding tighter and tighter.
He moans against me, likehe’sthe one getting off on this, and the sound shatters something low in my stomach.
“Madsen—oh my god, I’m—” My voice cracks, the words caught somewhere between begging and disbelief.
“Don’t come yet, baby. Let me enjoy this,” he murmurs, his mouth still pressed against my skin, the words vibrating against me as much as I hear them.
I come hard, thighs trembling around his shoulders, body breaking in half. He holds me steady through all of it, mouth still on me, letting me ride it out until I have nothing left but the frantic thrum of satisfaction in my veins and the cotton in my brain.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are puffy, and he looks far too pleased with himself.
“Hi,” he says, eyes dark. “Still think I’d make a shit boyfriend?”
I can’t answer. I just stare at him, chest heaving, legs barely holding me up.
He grins, then rises and frames my face in both hands, thumbs brushing lightly over my damp cheeks. His eyes search mine, steady and warm. “You okay?”
“No,” I blurt out, with a half-cynical laugh.
His smile turns into something downright smug. Falters. “I’ll never get enough of this. Of you.”
I should say something back. Something clever or nonchalant oranythingthat doesn’t make me sound like I’m about to cry over how good he just made me feel. But all I can think is—if this is what falling for him feels like, I’m so,soscrewed.
Chapter 18
Mads
