Page 57 of Breakaway Hearts

“Remember when you texted me and told me you wanted to feel me in your mouth?” he asks in a low voice.

I nod, drawing in a breath that’s tinged with the familiar scent ofReese. Something woodsy and warm that’s always reminded me of the mountains.

“Do you still want that?” he asks, and I can feel his cock hardening beneath my hands.

My stomach flutters as I nod again.

“Then take what you want,” he rasps. “Take out my cock and suck me.”

Oh my god.

My entire body reacts to his words, my clit pulsing and my core clenching hard. I don’t know how it’s possible to be this needy and turned on when I should be sated and exhausted, but I’m starting to realize that with Reese, nothing is ever quite like I expected it to be.

Despite the way I can feel his cock pressing insistently against the confines of his pants, Reese makes no move to free it. And he won’t, I realize. Because he wants me to do it. This is my lesson, and if I really want to taste him, want to have him in my mouth, I’ll have to take the initiative to make it happen.

Nervousness races through me, but after everything that’s happened tonight, nerves aren’t going to be enough to stop me. I feel like I’ve been on a rollercoaster of emotions, and maybe that makes me bolder than I would normally be.

My gaze stays locked with Reese’s as I slide his belt out of the belt loops one by one, my movements slow and deliberate. Once it’s free, I drop it to the floor and go for the button and fly of his pants, working them open. The bulge of his cock is more visible now, and rather than shoving his pants down right away, I squeeze his length through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Just… feeling it. Touching it. Doing whatever I want.

“Fuck.” His voice is harsh, and I look up quickly, worried I did something wrong. But he shakes his head. “Don’t stop.”

Emboldened by that, I give him another squeeze and then tug his pants down, stretching the waistband of his boxers to work them down too.

His cock springs into view, thick and veiny and hard, and I draw in a breath.

“Jesus,” he groans. “You could make a man come just from staring at his dick like that.”

I shake my head a little, rousing myself from my momentary stupor. “I’ve just… I’ve never seen one so… big.”

His eyes flash with some mixture of pride and satisfaction, and I know he picked up clearly on the words I didn’t say. He’s so much bigger than Austin was. There’s no fucking contest.

“You still want it in your mouth?” he asks. His voice is strained, but I can hear the note of challenge in his tone. “You think you can take it?”

He knows exactly the right thing to say to keep me from losing my nerve or getting lost in my head. I’ve never been able to back down from a challenge, and it’s no different now. Leaving his pants and boxer briefs around his thick, muscled thighs, I reach out and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. The skin is warm and soft beneath my palm, and when I give a light squeeze, he groans in his throat.

Leaning in, I drag my tongue all the way up the underside of his length, tracing the vein there just like I imagined doing when I sent him those dirty texts.

He hunches over a little, his hand falling to my hair and sinking into the curly strands, like he needs something to hold on to.

“Fuck,” he curses, his breathing turning harsher. “Fucking hell, Firefly.”

I like the way he says the nickname he made up for me when I’ve got my tongue on his cock. There’s a raspiness to it, a sort of desperation, and it goes right to my head. So I keep going, wanting to hear him make those sounds again. I wrap my mouth around the rounded tip of his cock and slide my tongue over him, tasting and exploring.

His grip on my hair tightens convulsively, and he tugs hard enough to make a sharp sting radiate across my scalp. I whimper, and he loosens his grip.

“Too hard?”

I shake my head, tilting my chin up a little to meet his gaze. To prove just how much I liked it, I slide my mouth partway down his shaft and then back up, slicking the way with saliva. He’s so big that my lips stretch around him, and I’m careful to avoid scraping him with my teeth. He told me to take what I want, and I am—but I also don’t want to hurt him.

He grabs my hair more tightly again, his jaw clenching as I bob my head, taking him a little deeper each time.

“God, you look good like this,” he whispers hoarsely. “Your pretty little mouth takes my cock so fucking well.”

His words are somehow filthy and full of awe at the same time, and they send heat licking through my veins. I make a needy little noise around his shaft, and Reese hisses out a breath. He uses his hold on my hair to stop my movements, and when I whine plaintively at him, he chuckles.

“Just give me a second,” he says. “You’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep doing that, and I want to make this last.”

I slide my tongue over his velvety skin, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder, and he grits his teeth.

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