Page 27 of Breaking Bristol

“I like sex, and I’m not afraid to say what I want. But if that’s too much, then—”

“It’s not too much, baby. Not at all. You want to hold the couch and sit on my face so you can take what you need, or do you want to turn around so you can wrap those lips around my cock?”

Her head bobbed. “Yes. That one. Option two.”

I pushed up and slid up her body, stopping so our noses brushed. She wrapped her legs around my hips, opening herself up. I stared down into her eyes as I aligned myself with her greedy pussy and barely pushed inside. I wanted to feel her, just a little. “Fuck,” I hissed.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, planting her feet on the ground and sliding in a little farther. “You feel so good.”

I needed more. Right fucking now. I rolled to my back, and she flipped herself around to straddle my face, gave my dick a tug, then swallowed me. “Goddamn.” I put my feet flat on the ground for leverage, and she gripped me at the base and began bobbing her head.

She worshipped my balls, tugging, licking, and sucking. Her hands stroked me, fast then slow, her tongue laving every inch, and she sucked down the precum every time it leaked out.

Needing to taste her too, I pushed her down and ate her ravenously. She was grinding against my mouth, taking everything she needed, and I dipped my fingers inside and got them nice and wet. When I brought them to the pucker of her ass and softly pressed with one finger, she arched her back and moaned long and low, rearing back for more.

“You want that?”

Her lips popped when she pulled me out. “Yes, please.”

I gently fingered her ass as I ate her, and she blew me so good that I saw stars. Her fist worked in tandem, twisting when she got to the root, the pressure and speed steady, making my balls draw up.

She cradled them, gently massaging and building it in me so I felt like I was gonna explode. “Bristol,” I warned. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

That only made her go at me faster. “More, Matthew. Please.”

I added a second finger, and she moved her hips frantically, then stiffened. Her scream was muffled around my cock that she was still working while she was coming, her entire body trembling. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and when I came down her throat, I nearly blacked out.

Luckily, I had enough sense to pull her off me when the spurts stopped. Bristol turned and crawled up the blanket, then kissed my jaw before plopping down. She threw her leg over mine and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and we just lay there, coming down from an incredibly intense sexual experience, the most intense one I’d ever had.

“You all right?” I brushed some hair off her face and kissed her head.

She tilted up and bit her lip. “Uh, yeah. Are you?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t gotta ask me that.”

“Well, why are you asking me, then? You know I had at least three, probably more like four orgasms in the past half hour.”

I felt the uptick of my mouth on one side. “Point taken.”

She grinned triumphantly and went back to snuggling. Her finger traced the bumps on the silver chain on my neck, and I stiffened when they reached the dog tag attached. “Sorry.”

Her hand started to move away, but I grabbed her wrist to keep it where it was. “Uncle Lou gave my brother and me silver dollars for helping around the yard, and one day we put a couple on the railroad tracks to flatten them.” I remembered it like it was yesterday—the rush of the train pushing us back a step, the wind whistling, the shrill of the wheels rolling over the tracks. “I thought they were cool, but when I got home, I tossed it on my dresser and forgot about it. The next week, we were playing army in the woods with some friends, and he put the chain around my neck and said, ‘Leave no brother behind.’”

The tips of her fingers drifted, and she hesitated, but when I didn’t stop her, she lifted the flattened silver disk up and traced the engraving with her thumb. “Mikey.”

“I have his. He has mine.”

She gently placed the tag on my chest and blinked away the tears brimming her eyes. “What did he engrave on yours?”

“Matty.”

“Matty?”

My breath shuddered. Nobody else ever called me that. That was for Mikey and only Mikey, just as Mikey was mine alone. It started out as a teasing thing when we were younger, but as we grew up, it became sacred. “Please don’t ever say that again.”

“Okay, Matthew.” She kissed my pec, right next to the necklace, then nestled herself close.

I reached for a loose blanket and threw it over her. Then I glided my finger down her temple, across her jaw, over her lips and cheek, then back up. I did this even after feeling her weight get heavier and her arm go lax.

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