Page 25 of Breakers (Academy of Stardom 3)

What’s happening between us is a basic need. A joining of two people who’ve lost themselves in the frenetic need to fuck. To lay waste to everything that was painful between them and replace it with something else.

Something fulfilling.

Something life-affirming.

Something edged in delicious pain.

This is love wrapped up in abandon. This is our three-year absence brought into stark existence.

Our kisses turn into desperate gulps of air as my head falls to his shoulder and my arse cheeks slam against the top of his thighs. He spears me with every thrust of his hips, hitting deep inside. I cup the back of his neck with one hand, holding on whilst my fingers slide over the taut tendons of his shoulders. Pressing openmouthed kisses against his skin, I soothe away the scratches I’ve inflicted. With my other hand I reach between us and palm the slickness of his chest. I can feel how his heart hammers against his rib cage so strongly that I fear it’s going to give out if he doesn’t find his release soon.

“Xeno,” I say breathlessly, pressing my lips against the crook of his neck, tasting him on my tongue.

He grows thicker in response, and my body reacts to the telltale sign of his imminent release by clamping around him tighter. My internal muscles squeeze him like a fist as the tendrils of an orgasm build and swirl inside us both. My lips slide up his neck, my tongue glides across his jaw before I swallow down his cries with my lips.

I’m sofullof him.

My pussy is full of his cock, my mouth is full of his groans, and my heart is full of his love. My heart isn’t afraid of the danger, it’s brave enough for the both of us and it welcomes the onslaught of emotions, absorbs them, holds them close and keeps them safe.

“I love you, Xeno.”

And with those words, I throw back my head and scream, my orgasm drawing out Xeno’s until he’s coming so hard that his hips buck in quick, short thrusts, his seed spilling deep inside.

I go boneless, the roaring thump of my pulse lost beneath our frantic breaths.

Xeno’s knees buckle and he reaches for the wall behind me, collapsing to the floor, bringing me down with him. We hold onto one another for long minutes, neither of us able to move, let alone speak.

Eventually, as the heat of my skin begins to cool and our breaths even out, I pull back, cupping Xeno’s face in my hands. His hair is lying in damp curls against his head. His eyes are wide with shock and his lips are as puffy and as swollen as my own. He seems lost somehow, almost in a trance like state, and that scares me.

“Xeno, where are you right now? Come back to me,” I say gently, pushing his hair back off his face and pressing a tender kiss against his forehead. He moans at my gentleness, with every kiss, as I gently pull myself off his cock, which is still hard despite his orgasm. He slides out of me, my release wet against my thighs and his. Adjusting myself in his lap, I smooth my hands over his shoulders, gently touching the marks I’ve made.

“I hurt you,” I say apologetically.

“No,” he shakes his head, capturing my gaze with his. “You didn’t.”

He brings his hands up, his fingers sliding over my cheeks as his eyes rove over every inch of my face. He presses a delicate kiss against my parted lips, sensually sweeping his tongue into my mouth. I try to deepen the kiss, but he pulls back and the pain I see in his eyes is like a hammer to my heart.

“Don’t do that. Don’t youdareregret this,” I warn.

He strokes my skin, his fingers slipping lower as they run over my damp neck, across my collarbone and between my breasts. He rests his palm over my heart, feeling it thump. I know what he’s thinking, feeling, as his fingers caress my skin, because I feel it too.

“I don’t regret this. I will never regret this. Fuck, Tiny…”

“What, Xeno? What is it?” I ask, brushing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

“All this time I was so fucking afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Of feeling. Oflettingmyself feel.”

“Are you still afraid?” I ask, smoothing my hand over his hair and swiping at the bead of sweat that slides down his cheek.

“More than ever,” he breathes out.

My face must drop at his honesty because he smiles then. A genuine, warm smile that takes my breath away. “Come with me,” he says softly, holding out his hand.

I take it and he leads me out of the gym, snatching up his t-shirt as we pass it by. When we reach the hallway, he stops and takes care of the condom before dropping to his knees before me and wiping at my damp thighs with his t-shirt. He’s gentle, reverent, a far cry from the absolute wildness of our coming together. For some reason that makes my throat tighten with tears.

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