Page 47 of Breakaway Hearts

REESE: You still there?

Rather than answering him, I type out a different message before I can second-guess myself.

ME: I want to run my tongue over you.

His response comes through in less than five seconds.

REESE: There you go, Firefly. But I need you to be more specific. Where do you want to run your tongue? Over *every* part of me? Or did you have something in mind?

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head as I type out my answer.

ME: Actually, every part seems like a pretty good starting place. Otherwise, how will I know which part of you I like to taste the most?

REESE: Fuck, you dirty girl. Okay, so you’re running your tongue over me…

ME: I think I’d count your abs to see if you really have a six pack. I’d run my tongue over each ridge just to be sure.

I grin down at my phone, enjoying the banter. Reese makes it feel easy and effortless, the way it always is between us. The familiar dynamic between us makes me feel more comfortable, so I keep going, not waiting for him to respond before typing out another message.

ME: And then I’d drag my tongue lower. I think I’d like to be on my knees for you. You’re so tall. I want to know what it would be like to look up at you while you wrap my hair around your fist.

REESE: Jesus fucking Christ. I’m at the grocery store right now, and you’re fucking killing me.

ME: Want me to stop?

His reply is nearly instantaneous this time.

REESE: No.

I laugh, feeling a little giddy. The words are coming easier now, and I walk a little farther away from the school building as my thumbs fly across the screen.

ME: Then imagine I’m on my knees in front of you. I’d wrap one hand around you and drag my tongue up your shaft. Then I’d take you in my mouth.

REESE: Keep going. What would you do next?

I let out a shaky breath, trying to imagine the scene I’m describing. Austin always seemed to think blowjobs were far inferior to sex, and he would rush me through it whenever I tried to go down on him, eager to get to the main event. So even though I’ve given head before, I feel a bit inexperienced in that area, which means I’m not quite sure what to say.

“There’s no one to impress,” I remind myself, muttering the words under my breath.

It feels a bit silly, but instead of trying to come up with something sensual and provocative, I answer honestly.

ME: I would want you to take control.

REESE: What do you mean?

ME: I want you to decide the speed and tempo. To decide how deep you go. To use your grip on my hair to guide me.

My stomach twists with nerves as I hit send on that last message. I have no idea what his response will be, and I can’t tell if my words seem like a cop out, or like I’m a lazy lover or something. There’s a long pause before he responds, and I stare down at my screen as the little bubbles finally appear.

REESE: It sounds a lot like you want me to fuck your face, Firefly. Is that what you’re saying?

My thighs clench. A sudden vivid image of what that would be like rushes through my head, making my knees wobble. I can picture Reese looming above me, his hand buried in my hair and his cock filling my mouth. I can practically feel the sting in my scalp and the way my heart would pound as he thrust deeper, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. My stomach flutters with nerves at the idea, but my panties are soaked just thinking about it.

ME: Yes. I want you to use me. I want to see how much of you I can take.

REESE: Fucking hell. And here you thought you didn’t have anything to say.

ME: I guess I do.

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