Page 53 of Breakaway Hearts

“Fuck.” The word is a whisper in my ear, so low that I can barely hear it. “You’re wet, baby. Is that for him or for me?”

It takes me a second to realize that Reese is talking about the man on the movie screen, a famous and handsome movie star. I blink, my eyes refocusing on the scene playing out onscreen for a second as I shake my head.

“You,” I whisper back. “Just you.”

Reese doesn’t respond with words, but I can tell he liked my answer, because he slides his finger inside me. It’s not that deep, and with the angle we’re both at and the fact that we’re in public, I’m not sure he’ll be able to go much deeper. But it doesn’t matter. Just the feel of him fingering me like this, in a public place while we both act like nothing is happening, heightens every single sensation so much that I have to work hard to suppress my moan.

My thighs clench hard around his hand, but instead of seeming bothered by it, Reese makes a low noise. He starts to slide his finger in and out of me, stopping each time to tease my clit, getting it slippery with my wetness before slipping his finger back into my pussy.

It feels so fucking good, and just like before, he moves as if he’s got endless patience, working me up so slowly that I want to scream in frustration. Every touch isalmostenough, every circle of his finger against my clit just light enough to make me crave more.

“Reese,” I breathe after either twenty minutes or a thousand years of this torturous teasing—I can’t quite tell which. “Please…”

“Please what?” His low whisper in my ear sends shivers racing through me. “Do you want to come, Firefly?”

I never thought my best friend would have me begging for an orgasm, much less that I’d be doing it in a public place. But I’ve never felt quite such an intense need for a release before. It’s like the slow buildup has woken up every single one of my nerve endings, and they’re all screaming at me, demanding more.

I nod, keeping my gaze locked on the movie screen to keep my eyes from falling closed as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. My hand grips his forearm, trying to physically drag him closer to me, and I can see him smirk in my periphery.

He leans closer, angling his body toward mine a little as he whispers in my ear, “Can you be quiet? If I make you come right here, do you think you can stay quiet?”

Nerves flicker through my stomach.Can I?

I’ve never thought of myself as particularly loud during sex, but I didn’t plan on screaming Reese’s name when I came on my vibrator the other night. Something about the way he looks at me, touches me, and pushes me out of my comfort zone has me doing all kinds of things I wouldn’t have expected.

But even though I’m a little worried that I might be lying, I give a quick nod, too desperate for the climax that’s just out of reach to let him stop now.

Reese turns to look at me, studying my profile for a moment while his finger continues its slow, methodical movements. I try to make myself look somewhat unaffected, just so he’ll believe my promise that I’ll be able to stay quiet. But maybe I manage to looktoocalm and collected, because almost as if he wants to see me break, Reese suddenly adds a second finger, sliding them both inside me and curling them upward.

The heel of his hand grinds against my clit, and his movements switch from slow and careful to forceful and demanding.

The sudden rush of sensation makes my legs tense up, and I dig my fingernails hard into his forearm as my pussy clenches around his fingers.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

The orgasm breaks over me in a delicious wave, flooding my veins with pleasure. I have to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from moaning, and my body trembles from head to toe as I try to keep it contained.

When I finally unclamp my teeth from around my lip, my jaw falls open on a shaky exhale.

“You look so fucking good when you fall apart,” Reese whispers, the soft words dropping into my ear. “I like it when you’re loud, but goddamn, I like this too. The way you have to work so hard to keep yourself from making a sound. Fucking gorgeous.”

I expect him to slide his hand out from between my legs, but instead, he starts teasing my clit again, making me jump as his fingers brush against the sensitive little bud. My pulse picks up, my heart pounding against my ribs. I’m already strung as taut as a piano wire from my first orgasm, and as his fingers slip and slide over my wet clit, I realize he’s going to make me come again.

I’m not sure I’ve ever come twice in a row this fast, but there’s no denying the tension coiling low in my belly.

“Oh god,” I breathe. “Reese…”

“Use your safe word if you want me to stop,” he reminds me, his breath warming the shell of my ear.

I shoot a sideways glance at him, my clit throbbing and my thigh muscles burning. Then I shake my head. Maybe Ishouldsay my safe word, but I can’t. As reckless and crazy as it feels to let him do this to me in a darkened movie theater, I can’t make myself tell him to stop.

Because I don’t want him to.

What I want, more than anything, is for him to make me come again.

He smiles as he realizes that I’m not going to speak. This time, he doesn’t even make a pretense of watching the movie. His gaze stays locked on my face as he keeps working my clit, teasing it with such skill that I feel like someone must’ve given him the cheat codes to my entire body. It’s like he knows exactly what to do, how to touch me, to drive me wild.

My breath comes faster and faster, and when he pushes me over the edge again, I press my lips together to keep in the whimper of pleasure.

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