Page 90 of Breakaway Hearts

He’s making me take the initiative.

There was a time when I would’ve hesitated, but I’ve gotten more confident since we started our lessons—or maybe I’m just so desperate in this moment that there’s no room for shyness. I squeeze his cock again and then undo his pants, working them down along with his boxer briefs. Leaving them hanging low on his hips, I reach for his shirt next, and he moves his arms to help me as I get rid of that item of clothing too.

The muscles of his chest and arms flex as he grips my knees and spreads my legs wider, then slides his hands up to my hips and pulls me toward the edge of the counter, a little nearer to him.

“What do you want, Firefly?” he asks in a low voice.

I let out a shaky breath, goosebumps spreading over my skin. “Fuck me.”

“Who do you want to fuck you? Say it.”

There’s a hard edge to his voice, but there’s something else there too. Something almost vulnerable. Like this isn’t just about teaching me dirty talk. Like he needs to hear me say the words.

“You,” I whisper. “I want—I need you to fuck me, Reese. Please.”

His nostrils flare as he inhales, and he steps up between my legs, so close that I can feel his cock nudge against my lower belly.

“Has anyone else ever fucked you like I do?” He reaches up, capturing my jaw between his thumb and fingers as his other hand stays firm on my hip. “Has anyone made you feel this way?”

I lick my lips, my heart fluttering. “No,” I answer honestly, because it’s a truth I can’t deny.

No one else has ever touched me like this. No one has elicited these kinds of responses from my body. Reese has woken up things inside me that I didn’t even know existed.

Something passes over his face, his fingers flexing as they dig into my hip. “Then put me inside you. Show me how bad you want me to fuck you.”

My heart skips a beat, but I obey his command, holding his gaze as I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around him. The skin of his cock is smooth beneath my palm, and he’s so fucking hard that it makes my stomach flutter. He spreads his legs a little, bringing himself to the right height as I line him up with my entrance.

The head of his cock slips inside me, and instead of withdrawing my hand, I let my fingers keep brushing against him as he pushes into me. There’s something both filthy and powerful aboutfeelinghim claim me like this, feeling the way our bodies become connected. He draws back and presses back in a few times, coating his shaft in my wetness, until he’s finally buried inside me to the hilt.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he mutters roughly.

“Yeah,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck. “More. Please.”

Dropping his other hand to my waist, he gives me what I need and starts to fuck me, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. It’s nowhere near as deliberate or measured as when he made me come on his hand, as if he used up all of his self-control doing that.

I cling to him, trying to keep our bodies close together even though the force of his thrusts keeps scooting me backward on the counter. Every time that happens, he drags me back toward him, making a noise of frustration as if he hates having any space between us at all.

The kitchen is quiet except for our harsh breaths and the sound of skin on skin, and I feel like I’m floating, spiraling upward as pleasure fills my limbs. When the back of my head accidentally collides with the cabinet behind me, Reese rests one hand on the base of my skull, cradling it protectively even as his thrusts grow harder.

He lets out a grunt that seems to come from deep inside him, and the sound is so raw, so fucking sexy, that some primal part of me responds to it.

“Reese!”

His name falls from my lips on a moan, my arms and legs wrapping around him as I fall apart. He’s right there with me, his orgasm coming so fast on the heels of my own that I’m not even sure which one of us comes first. He buries his face in my neck, his ass muscles clenching over and over as he drives into me a few more times.

We go still, wrapped around each other as we catch our breath. I feel almost drunk from the two intense orgasms, and I blink as my gaze focuses on the first aid kit I brought down to tend to his cut.

“Shit. Maybe we shouldn’t have done that,” I murmur, worry filling me. “You were in a fight earlier. Are you okay?”

Reese chuckles, his warm breath dusting over my skin. “I got punched in the face, not the dick. I’m fine.”

He lifts his head, gazing down at me as he toys with a lock of my hair. The bandage on his eyebrow crinkles a little as he gives me a crooked smile.

“Besides,” he adds. “I needed that.”

I nod, my fingertips tracing random patterns over the broad muscles of his back. I’m not sure if I should admit it or not, but the truth is…

I did too.

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