Page 61 of Break for Me

“I heard a lot more than Jersey and please in that, baby,” I whispered. If she heard me, she didn’t show it. She didn’t move, she didn’t react at all.

“I’ll let that one slide because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite as stunning as you are when you break for me.”

She smiled. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist while my thumb moved back and forth across her cheek. It should’ve been uncomfortable, whatever this moment was between us. I should’ve been biting her. She should’ve been slapping me. I should’ve already been back to fucking her. She should’ve been screaming that she hated me.

Instead, I was kissing her again; giving her a taste of her own ecstasy. Wondering if she felt like she was being injected with nitro too, or if she was immune to the effects of something from her own body. I was so caught up in my own battle with her tongue that I hadn’t even noticed she had every button of my shirt undone until she was trying to slide it down my shoulders. I abandoned the attempt to dominate her mouth and raised up enough to remove my shirt. She sat up in front of me to start unbuckling my belt. And she never took her eyes from my face while she did it. I leaned down to kiss her again when she started to push my pants down past my hips.

“Please, Jersey.”

She’d smiled against my mouth while she whispered it.

Fuuuck.

I pushed her back down to the bed beneath me and shoved her legs apart with my knees while I kissed her. She arched her breasts up into me the moment she felt the head of my dick at that tiny opening. I slid my arm under her lower back to hold her in that position, because holy fuck, it was the best view I’d ever seen. I rocked my hips in little pulse movements until I was in her as deep as I could get. The moan that came out of her when I withdrew all the way just to ram back in significantly harder was a sound that was worthy of a fucking pornstar. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me down until every part of my body covered hers. She buried her face against my neck like she was trying to muffle the little gasp that came out of her mouth with every rock of my hips.

And that was just not going to fucking work for me.

I wanted every gasp, every scream, every whimper.

I forced both my arms under her body to hold her against me and I rolled us until I was underneath her. She sat up on top of me quickly to look at my face, like she couldn’t believe that I’d willingly put her in this position where she could do what she wanted. Much to my own surprise, instead of smacking the shit out of me another time, both her hands started at my hips and roamed slowly across my entire body until she reached the tattoos on my chest. They stopped there for the fingers of her right hand to trace every letter of Semper Fidelis. She looked like she wanted to say something, and everything about that made us both noticeably nervous. So, I reached up for her neck and pulled her down to kiss her again instead. That was way easier than risking any extra words between us. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she forced herself free from my grip. She smiled before she raised up. And this little witch moved like lightning to turn so her back was to me before she lowered herself back onto my dick. I could see every fucking muscle in her back while she used her hands on my thighs to brace herself, the dimples where my thumbs just seemed to fucking belong, the painful curve of her hips, the way that her ass bounced and rippled with every move. The groan that came out of me was apparently encouraging for her. I’d prided myself on being a very in-control kind of man the last few years, but I was not in charge of this moment. I just laid there, thoroughly drugged out of my mind by her brand of ecstasy, and let her use my body however she fucking pleased. Every move she made was flawless. Everything her body did had me convinced that she was physically crafted just to fit against me this way. My brain reminded me that I was supposed to be an active party to what was happening when her body tensed and her movements stopped flowing smoothly as she got closer to her own orgasm. I tightened my hold on her hips and started to pump into her from below.

“Jersey.”

She was whimpering with every move again. I sat up to get my arms around her and I rolled us again until she was face down beneath me. I leaned down against her so I could reach under both of us to smack her clit. She screamed and rammed her hips back into me as hard as she could. I used two fingers to keep constant movement on her clit until she was trying to squirm out from underneath me. I laid most of my body weight onto her to keep her right where she was.

“Let it happen, baby,” I whispered. “Break for me. And shatter me with you.”

She tried to escape again when that orgasm hit both of us like a fucking train. I pinned her hands to the mattress under mine and held them there above her head while her little whimpers and shivers continued. I was still rocking against her gently, slowly; holding on to every second of that high for as long as I could make it last. She spread her fingers under my hands so my fingers could fill the spaces between hers. She whispered my name and it halted all my movements for a few seconds. I tightened my hold on her hands, and then I stopped breathing entirely when she did the same.

Had I done it?

Did I just fuck the crazy right out of her?

She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t trying to run. She hadn’t told me to get off of her.

Maybe she’d fucked the crazy into me?

Was that sexually transmissible? The crazy? It probably was. Sounded like something that would happen to me.

I couldn’t wrap my head around whatever this was. I squeezed her hands one more time and freed myself from my apparent drug of choice. I went across the ridiculous open space back to the duffel bag and took out a handful of zip ties. I put the first around my own wrist and went back to where she was on the bed. She still hadn’t moved a muscle, but she giggled while she watched me fasten one of the ties around her wrist.

“Not taking any chances this time?” She asked.

“I’m starting to think you’ll vanish into thin air if I blink too long.”

“Can I at least clean up this mess before I have to be attached to you for the night?”

I paused before adding the third zip tie between our wrists and nodded toward the bathroom. I dug my sweats out and went back to the chair and my computer while she went into the bathroom. Louisville to Philadelphia would still be another twelve hours of driving. I could knock that out in a day if we didn’t run into any other problems.

One day.

That would make this my last night with Trista Hart.

I shook my head, thinking it would somehow take the tightening sensation from my chest if I booted the thought out quickly enough. I went back through the information that Memphis had sent me about the stepbrother, who was somewhere in this city with us. He was only twenty-six and he had a criminal history that would put Al Capone to shame. That would’ve likely made him some kind of enforcer for his dad’s plethora of business endeavors and would for sure make him significantly more dangerous than what I really wanted to have to face off with in public. Whether he presented a problem first thing in the morning, or a little ways into the drive tomorrow was really the only concern because it would absolutely happen at some point. I just had no way of knowing when. I stared at that computer screen with the intent of committing every bit of information to my memory, until I heard the shower stop from the bathroom. The she-devil came back out into the room wearing nothing at all, wringing her hair out with a towel as she walked in front of me. I could hear my own pulse in my ears when she gave up on her hair and tossed the towel on the floor, where she promptly picked up my black button down shirt to wrap around her body. She went right back to the glass wall to stare out at the city again.

My last night with her.

And I still hadn’t used the handcuffs, choked her with my dick, used my belt, or made her beg me to stop like the punishment that I promised. I tossed the computer back onto the table beside me. I wasn’t about to be made a liar. She looked back at me over her shoulder when I stood behind her again, then she glanced toward the bed. She smirked.

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