Page 80 of Breakaway Hearts

“Never mind. It was stupid. I shouldn’t have even asked. I’m clean and have an IUD, and I just wanted to… but we don’t have to. I didn’t mean—”

“Callie.”

Reese’s voice cuts off my babbling. He drops the condom back in the drawer and then leans over me, his eyes flicking between mine. I still can’t quite read his expression, but there’s something in the depths of his gaze that soothes my nerves a little.

“I’m clean too,” he tells me softly. “I get tested regularly. And I haven’t—” He breaks off, swallowing. “If you don’t want to use a condom, we don’t have to.”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. The reality of what we’re doing, what we’reaboutto do, hits me fully, and I reach for him again, needing to feel his lips on mine. He kisses me deeply, groaning into my mouth as our tongues dance, and without breaking the contact of our lips, he moves back between my legs again.

When his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider apart, I gasp softly. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I wrap my arms around his back as he starts to press inside.

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

He feels even bigger this way than he did in my mouth, and I can feel the stretch as he works his way inside. I’m soaked, my arousal slicking the way as he pushes in a few inches, then draws back. Each time he thrusts back in, he goes a little deeper, and each time, I dig my fingers harder into the broad muscles of his back.

“Jesus, Firefly,” he chokes out, his hips moving a little jerkily on his next thrust. “You’re so tight. Thank fuck you’re so wet. You’re doing so well, baby. Let me in.”

I nod, staring up at his face as it contorts a little. He pushes a little deeper, drawing a gasp from me, and on the next thrust, I feel our bodies meet.

He’s all the way inside.

Holy fuck. That beast of a cock is inside me.

That thought makes me clench around him, my inner walls squeezing him tight. His whole body jolts, his lips pulling back into a grimace.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What?” My eyes widen, worried he’s hurt or something. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…” He blows out a shuddery breath. “Don’t do that again for a second, alright?”

“Okay.” I do my best to relax my pussy, releasing the tension in my fingers too. He probably has little half-moon shaped divots in his back from my nails. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He laughs hoarsely. “It’s not wrong. It’s… it’s really fucking good. But I’m supposed to be teaching you. Showing you what good sex can be like. It’ll be hard for me to do that if I blow my load within two seconds of being inside you.”

My eyebrows shoot up.That’swhy his jaw is locked so tight? Because he’s trying not to come?

I bite down on my lip to contain my grin. I don’t want this to be over in two seconds, not by a long shot—but still, I’m half tempted to squeeze around him again, just to see what would happen. There’s something about watching him struggle for control while his cock is buried inside me that goes right to my head.

My body is starting to adjust to the feeling of fullness, and any discomfort I felt as he was working his way in is erased by the building need for more friction. But I stay absolutely still, my gaze locked with Reese’s as he stares down at me.

Finally, he exhales one last breath, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. He gives me a soft smile, lifting one hand from the mattress to cup my face.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

It’s such aReesething to say, and I have to blink quickly as tears threaten to well in my eyes. I’ve never been quite this turned on, but even more than that, I feel like there are more emotions in my chest than I could ever know what to do with.

Reese is inside me.

My best friend is fucking me.

“Hi,” I whisper back, resting my hand over his.

His smile widens, warm and slightly crooked.

Then he drops his head and kisses me.

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