Page 67 of Break for Me

“Open your legs for me,” he breathed into my mouth. He said it so softly that I didn’t even consider not listening, but I imagined my cheeks were redder than they’d ever been in my life when he stepped back as soon as I’d done it. His eyes roamed from me, up and down the car, and landed back on me again. And I smiled when I heard him choke on nothing. He was right back in front of me a second later to kiss me again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking flawless,” he whispered before he ripped his jacket off and sent his entire mouth to work on my clit. His lips, his tongue, his teeth. Every bit of his focus went into what he was doing on that one overly sensitive part of my body. I thought about reminding him that he was about to cause a ridiculous mess on his car, but he knew that. And I had no doubt that that was the goal when he added the use of two fingers inside me.

forty-eight

JERSEY

She was shaking and coming undone in every way in no time at all.

My stunning, little adrenaline junkie.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything but try to rip my hair out when she needed me to stop. She sighed and laid all the way back across the trunk when I finally stood up to give her a break. I grabbed her neck again just as quickly to pull her back up to me to get the chance to see that little moment of vulnerability in her eyes right after she finished so hard that she didn’t even have the energy left to keep the walls up. I held her where she was and pushed my forehead against hers.

“You wouldn’t believe how fucking perfect you look when you break for me. So easily. So completely. Your body just does everything I want it to.”

“Just fuck me, you egotistical shithead,” she said and pushed against my head harder when she smiled.

Jesus. She really did want me to hurt her.

“Don’t even think about moving,” I told her.

I moved all our shit from the back seat to the front and laid the back seats down so we’d both fit in there.

I pulled her to the edge of the car and scooped my hands under her ass until she wrapped her legs around my waist. I sat in the back and moved us further into the car with her still on top of me. She raised up instantly and started to unbuckle my belt. She was so fast to get my dick into her mouth that I hadn’t even moved from where I originally landed before she was sucking me right down her throat.

“Fucking hell, Triss.”

She moaned at the sound of her name and the vibration it sent all the way through her mouth had me squeezing my fucking eyes shut to try to keep it together. I hadn’t adequately prepared for this. My mind was set on hurting her; not on her trying to suck my soul out through my cock. I had to grab her by the hair to pull her off me to make sure I’d still get the chance to make her scream this time around.

“What’s wrong, Jersey?” She asked. “You don’t want to find out what it’s like to break for me, too?”

Fuck me.

Fuck her.

Fuck this.

I sat up and moved her off of me.

“Turn around, stay on your knees,” I said and placed my palm directly between her shoulder blades to push the top half of her all the way down. Something that was supposed to be a laugh came out of me at the way that she’d kept her legs together, but it was definitely more of a deranged sound than anything else.

“Wider, baby. We both know I need more room than that,” I said and put both hands on her inner thighs to force them apart. I dragged one hand all the way up until my fingertips were on her clit and she sighed instantly at the contact. The groan that came out of me the second that I could feel how wet she was for me sent my brain right back into wondering how the fuck she could want a soulless lunatic like me that badly and so often, especially after she’d just fucking watched me black out in absolute rage over my car. Something in her was every bit as messed up as whatever was inside me, and coming to that realization was probably a dangerous thing all on its own.

“Jersey,” she whimpered out on another sigh just at the feel of my fingers.

She was pushing her hips back against me every bit as hard as I was thrusting to get inside her as deep as I could. It didn’t matter what either of us did to make it happen, apparently. It still wasn’t enough. She wanted more pain. She wanted the intensity. She wanted me to make her feel. I wanted to know if I could do what she needed. I wanted to know if what she needed was something I could provide.

I stopped moving entirely for a second.

Were those thoughts about sex?

What the fuck was that?

“Don’t stop,” she said immediately. “Please, Jersey.”

I leaned all the way forward to support my weight on one hand and reached under her to get my other hand between her legs. I slapped my fingers against her and pulled them away quickly to make sure she’d feel the sting. As soon as she tried to gasp in a giant breath, I slapped her again. She tried to raise up, I put my hand on her shoulder and slammed her right back down.

“You son of a bitch,” she seethed. “I fucking hate you.”

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