Page 60 of Break for Me

“Jers—.”

His kiss interrupted me. His free arm wrapped all the way around my waist to squeeze me against him the moment that he’d pressed his mouth back against mine. I didn’t wait for him to take control of it. I forced his lips apart with my tongue and leaned into his whole body as hard as I could. He might as well have been supporting both our weight with the way that I was trying to force my body to just become part of his. The hand on the side of my neck swept around to the back of my neck to take hold of my hair. He pulled it to get my face away from his and he held his face just a tiny bit away from mine while his eyes darted back and forth between mine.

“Trista.”

It sounded like a warning. One I didn’t understand even in the slightest at that moment. I really wasn’t interested in trying to figure it out just then. He started to shake his head, his hand loosened the hold in my hair. I grabbed his shirt in both hands before he backed away entirely.

“Please don’t stop.”

His whole body stiffened.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he was kissing me again. He had my face in both his hands and he started to walk me backward. He was desperate to be back in control this time, like he was certain he’d find all the secrets of life hidden somewhere inside me if he could just kiss me deeply enough. By the time he’d pulled away again, the crazy had returned to his eyes. Both his hands dropped from my face to the top of the dress. He hooked his fingers just inside the fabric over both my breasts and jerked it in opposite directions so quickly that it took me a second to realize he’d ripped the fucking thing right down the middle.

“Jesus, Jersey. It’s backless. You could’ve literally just taken the straps —.”

He slapped his hand over my mouth.

“If I hear any words that aren’t Jersey or please come from that mouth, I’ll fuck it until you black out this time, Fancy Face.”

My response?

A moan.

I fucking moaned at that.

And my God, the way that he smiled in response to it was enough to make me want him to just fucking do anything he wanted to me.

His hand dropped down to my neck and he used it to raise me all the way off the ground to toss me onto the bed behind me. He was standing over me at the edge of the bed the very second that I landed on it to grab the dress again and finish ripping it all the way open. He was completely on top of me the next second, kissing my neck, and then across my collar bone. I arched up into him as far as my spine would allow when his mouth closed around my nipple. His hand went to my other breast to roll that nipple between his fingers. His whole body shifted when he moved his mouth to the other nipple and the hand that his mouth replaced forced its way between our bodies to venture down to my clit.

“Jersey,” I breathed out when both my hands latched onto his hair. There was so much stimulation all at once. The crazy, hate-fucking before this hadn’t included any kind of attention like this and I was entirely unprepared for it. He moved again a few moments later and he kissed all the way down my stomach. It’d been so long since I’d felt someone’s tongue between my legs that my entire body tensed before he ever made it there. All the sex I’d had over the last few years wasn’t really about pleasure. None of the others had bothered to put much effort into how I felt about it. The sigh that came out of me when he flattened his tongue against my clit probably told him exactly that. My back arched again and I reached down for his hair another time. I nearly screamed when his lips closed around my clit and he started to suck on it. His fingers were inside me at some point after that, but I was so close just that quickly that I didn’t even know when he’d done it. My hips started to move without me even realizing I was doing it. I screamed his name when I felt his teeth on my clit.

Fucking screamed it.

All of Louisville heard that.

Without a doubt.

But it was over so quickly that I had to wonder if he’d actually done it, or if I’d just imagined it. His tongue was back to circling, his whole mouth back to sucking, my brain right back to not functioning.

Until he did it a second time.

“Jersey! You son of a motherfucking —!”

God was real.

Because I absolutely saw her when that orgasm ripped through my whole body. I felt that shit from every split end in my hair all the way to my toes.

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JERSEY

Ecstasy.

She tasted like pure ecstasy.

She really was a hit of nitro to the heart.

I stayed where I was until her body was mostly done shaking. She still shuddered every time my tongue traced across her skin, but I wasn’t about to miss out on tasting her for as long as I could. I crawled back up over her when there was nothing left and my hand went back to the side of her face.

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