Page 36 of Break for Me

“You know what, Triss? If you don’t come before I even touch you with my cock, I’ll let you walk right out that door. And I’ll give you a full fucking sixty minutes before I come find you again. But I get to try whatever I want to make it happen. Sound fair?”

Being able to watch the thoughts speed through her brain was hilarious. Something about knowing that she was going to fight me every second of the way on this made me harder than I’d ever been in my entire life. I hooked my thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans to pull her forward the rest of the way and against my body. She tried to hide the tiny gasp that escaped her mouth the moment that she could feel how ridiculously stiff I already was. I could see right down the stupid Mountain Dew shirt that she was wearing. I could see that I wouldn’t even have to get through a bra to get to the hardened little peaks that were screaming for my attention. But for as much as I wanted to taste every single piece of her little body, something meaner in me wanted to torture her more than I wanted her to just enjoy it. She swallowed hard and it sent my brain straight into the plethora of ways that I wanted to use her own throat against her.

“Deal,” she finally whispered.

I grabbed her by the hair another time to pull it until her head was tilted up toward me before I kissed her. She moaned when I bit her lip and if I hadn’t been holding onto her hip, she wouldn’t have been upright at all anymore. This wasn’t going to be anywhere near as difficult as I imagined.

“Do you think you even have a chance at winning this?” I whispered. “We both know you were fucking soaked before we even made it into this room.”

She nearly crumbled right to the floor when I started to walk her backward. I didn’t stop until she was trapped between me and a wall.

“Show me,” I demanded. “Use your own fingers. I want to see how wet you already are.”

I kissed down her jaw and to her neck but when she hadn’t moved her hands at all, I bit her neck just below her ear until she yelped.

“Show. Me.”

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down for her even. She swallowed hard again, but she set her shoulders like she was determined to not be embarrassed by what I was telling her to do. I couldn’t prevent my eyes from watching her fingers dip below the waist of her jeans, or noticing the black lace material just beneath them. Her cheeks were bright red by the time that she held two glistening fingers up between our bodies. How badly I wanted to revel in that victory was overwhelmed by how much more I wanted to suck on her fingers, but I sure as fuck wasn’t interested in giving her that win. I grabbed her hand and turned her palm back toward her face. I used those two fingers to paint her arousal across her bottom lip then I sucked that bottom lip in between my own. She tasted like fucking ecstasy, like a hit of nitro straight to the heart. I kissed her the same way that I planned to fuck her, like I hated her. I paused for just a second to step back and rip her shirt up over her head. She responded in kind by trying desperately to pull my jacket from my shoulders. I let her until she went for the buttons of my shirt next and then I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back into the wall to kiss her again. I absolutely intended to win this little challenge while I was fully clothed just to further prove that I could do it.

“Lose the jeans, Fancy Face.”

I stepped back away from her again and unbuttoned my sleeves to roll them up to my elbows. I took my tie off and tossed it on my jacket on the floor before I undid the top three buttons of the shirt so I’d hopefully at least be able to breathe through what I was about to do to this girl.

Stripping her of all her clothing and keeping mine on was supposed to give me the upper hand, but the extra air I thought I might get through loosening my shirt vanished from the whole fucking room when I turned back to see her standing in just that black lace thong in the dim light. This was a mistake. Such an absolute fucking mistake. It was no secret that some women preferred men who were older than them, but it felt like a prank was being played on me that a woman who looked like this could be that turned on by me. I’d been with every body type imaginable by this point in life; all colors, shapes, sizes from all over the world. I thought I’d seen everything there was to see, but this woman was a masterpiece. No wonder she tasted like ecstasy. She looked like it, too.

“Do you think you have a chance at winning this?” She mocked.

My painfully obvious staring had unfortunately boosted her confidence right through the fucking ceiling while she stood there and smirked at me. I gave myself one last look to commit this sight to my long term memory. She’d pulled the long waves of her hair around her shoulders to try to cover her breasts but they were full enough to still be able to see most of them. Her waist dipped in on either side before her hips curved back outward and led down to some shockingly well-muscled thighs. Something about seeing the rest of her body this way highlighted how fucking flawless her face really was too.

I forced myself to focus. I had a point to make. I went right back at her and devoured her mouth while I moved her toward one of the beds. The little squeak that came out of her when I didn’t even attempt to keep my bodyweight from crashing down on top of her about sent me right over the edge before I’d even had any fun. She yelped again when I bit her bottom lip another time, and that was followed quickly by her swinging an open hand at the side of my face. I managed to catch that wrist before her hand connected and I got to watch the panic creep across her face when she realized she’d just tried to hit me without having thought it through. I wrangled the other wrist, pinned her body between my legs while I sat on top of her waist, and then moved her hands so that I held them both against the mattress above her head in my left hand. Her manic breathing stopped entirely when I pulled the handcuffs from their latch on the back of my belt.

“Jersey,” came quivering out quietly when I snapped the first cuff around her right wrist. I looped the chain around the bars of the headboard but she started squirming before I got the other around her left wrist.

“Jersey,” she tried again, a little louder while she shook her head. I dropped my hand down over her mouth and leaned down to push my forehead against hers.

“I get to try whatever I want,” I reminded her. “That was the agreement, Fancy Face.”

I released her face to kiss her again and as soon as she moaned into my mouth, I raised up to take the cuff again and locked it on her left wrist before she’d even opened her eyes. She tugged on them several times, like she couldn’t believe I’d actually done it. She was glaring at me, but I’d already moved on. I shifted so I was holding myself just off of her body. I dragged my right hand down the full length of the front of her. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not stop at her breasts. She closed her eyes and sucked in a massive breath when my fingers slid beneath the lace. She arched her back so much that her breasts pushed into me the moment my middle finger brushed over her clit. Watching her battle herself over this was fucking fantastic. She wanted this. She wanted me to break her apart. She was so wet that even her inner thighs were slick, but she also wanted me to let her walk out of this room. I was hellbent on making this happen as quickly as possible just to prove my point so I could move on to truly torturing her. I kept the pressure on her clit very light while I circled it with just my middle finger. So light that she even shifted her hips just once trying to silently beg me for more before she caught herself and tried to lay still again. I slid my fingers down until I could start to push two of them into her and I left my thumb on her clit so it could move up and down as my fingers worked in and out.

“Fuck.”

It was just barely audible, but I still heard it. I shifted to my knees beside her so I could use my other hand to grab her by the jaw. She gasped when I turned her head to force her to look at me. I picked up the pace with my other hand. Another tiny moan came out so I pushed those two fingers in all the way to the knuckles and curled the tips of them while I moved my thumb back and forth over her clit.

“I know you want it,” I taunted. “You’ve wanted it since that first fucking night in that bar. Let it happen, Triss. Let me give you what your body wants.”

I leaned down until my mouth was just barely hovering over hers. She moaned again when I added a little more pressure with my thumb while it kept constant movement across her clit. She shifted a little to try to squeeze her legs together but it didn’t deter me in the slightest.

“Come on my fingers,” I urged. “Come on my hand so I can fuck you the way that you really want.”

She closed her eyes and arched her back another time. And just when I was convinced that it really was going to be that easy, she opened her eyes again and snarled at me.

“I hate you,” she hissed between those teeth.

“I’m counting on it.”

Her snarl disappeared in an instant when I smiled.

twenty-eight

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