Chapter 29 Breaking （Eden）
brEAKING (EDEN)
Nate yanks the door open before I even have a chance to knock.
Barefoot, joggers slung low on his hips, nothing on top but miles of smooth muscle. His brown skin glints warm in the early afternoon light, and my brain short-circuits for a second.
I laugh as he drags me straight into his arms and kicks the door shut with his heel. “Is this how you walk around your house in the middle of winter?”
“Technically it’s still fall,” he murmurs against my mouth, lips brushing mine. “And I wanted to make a good impression on my PT.”
“Consider me impressed.”
His grin is wicked, his kiss wet. “Sweet girl. How do you want to be fucked today?”
The bluntness shoots straight through me, but I manage to whisper back, “You can have me any way you want, big guy.” Then I wiggle free of his grip before my knees completely give out. “After your PT session.”
I turn, clutching my bag, forcing air into my lungs as I walk toward his gym. When I glance back, he’s leaning against the doorway, watching me with a look that promises trouble.
“Come on, Magic Man,” I toss over my shoulder. “Let’s get moving.”
After a torturous hour—his smirks, his groans, the way he turns every stretch into foreplay—I finally snap the band back into my bag. “We’re done.”
He slides off the table, eyes bleeding darkness. “Not even close, baby.”
Before I can move, his hand closes around my wrist, pulling me flush against his bare chest. His mouth hovers over mine, hot and rough.
“Any way I want, you said?”
The kiss that follows is ruthless. He bites my lip, nearly draws blood, then soothes the sting with his tongue, pushing into my mouth and taking. I cling to him, dizzy and heat-drunk, my chest pressed to the reckless pound of his heart.
He tears my top over my head in one impatient move, tossing it to the floor. My jeans go next, yanked down hard. A growl rumbles out of him when he sees the lace between my legs, and he shoves my panties off.
When I’m finally standing naked in front of him, breathless and raw, he drags his joggers down over his hips. His cock is thick, heavy, flushed. Dark veins curve up his shaft, and I’m itching to trace them with my tongue.
“On your knees, baby,” he orders, voice gravel and steel. “You know how to please me.”
The hardwood is cool under my knees as I sink down without a word, a sharp contrast to the blaze consuming me. I tilt my head up, pulse hammering as I meet his gaze.
Nate’s eyes are almost black, every line of his body taut. His hand slides into my hair, gripping tight, guiding me forward until the thick weight of him presses against my lips.
“What are you waiting for? Suck.”
My tongue darts out, slicking my lips, mouth parting automatically, liquid sliding down my spine at his command. The blunt head moves over my tongue, salty and hot, and his groan rumbles low.
“Good girl,” he rasps, thrusting shallow at first, letting me adjust. His grip tightens, angling me just how he likes, and I feel the claim in every movement. “That mouth—fuck, I’ve dreamed about this for years.”
I hollow my cheeks, desperate to make him feel good, to show him I’m listening and that I can take him. His hips snap, deeper this time, and my eyes water as my throat works around him.
“Breathe, baby,” he orders, his thumb brushing over my throat. The filthy pressure makes me pulse hard between my thighs.
When he finally drags me off, I’m gasping, spit shinning on my chin. He grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“You love obeying me, don’t you?”
I nod frantically, my voice wrecked. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I love obeying you.”
“So fucking sweet. Everything about you. Love this mouth, baby.”
The way he smiles, dark and victorious, makes my knees weaken even more. His praise feels like euphoria has been injected straight into my veins. I take him into my mouth again, suck eagerly, desperate, until he growls a warning.
“Slow down, baby. So greedy. You’ll get it all, just not yet.”
His thumb drags over my swollen top lip, gaze burning down at me as I bob on his cock, taking him deeper each time.
“You are gorgeous on your knees,” he rasps. “Your mouth full. Eager girl begging to be fucked.”
Delirious, I close my eyes and swallow him as far as I can, gagging as tears spring hot to the corners. He brushes one away, voice turning soft. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. So fucking good.”
I moan around him, trembling, my hands pumping his shaft as my clit throbs painfully. I need him inside me. I need to be filled, used, wrecked.
His laugh is wicked. “You’re dripping for it, aren’t you? Can’t wait for me to spread you out and fuck that soaked pussy.”
His fist tightens in my hair, hips snapping harder into my mouth. “Touch yourself. Show me how ready you are. But don’t you dare come without my permission.”
I shove a hand between my thighs, rubbing hard circles on my clit, gasping as slick coats my fingers. Juices are spilling down my thighs, the obscene sound of him in my throat mixing with the squelch of my own wetness.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I force my gaze up, lips stretched wide around him, our eyes locking. His chest heaves, his jaw tight, every inch of him feral. I slide a finger into my center, then another, desperate to match his thrusts.
“Don’t come,” he orders, voice sharp. “Be a good girl for me and wait.”
A contraction shudders through me, so sharp it rips out a gasp.
Nate yanks me off him with a wet pop, fisting my hair until I’m staring up at him, wide-eyed and wrecked. His cock glistens in front of me, thick and veined, saliva shining down his length.
“Did you disobey me, Eden?”
I shake my head frantically, panting. “No—no, I didn’t. I swear.”
He drags me back, pressing me flat on the thick mat. One hand pins my shoulder; the other plunges a finger deep into my soaked core.
“Give me your hands.”
I obey instantly. He pins my wrists above my head, making me shake as he holds still inside me, testing, waiting, feeling the way my body pulses on the edge.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips grazing my ear. “You’re trying so fucking hard to do what you’re told, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper. Between his thighs, his cock juts out heavy and slick, glistening with my spit. I ache for it, my eyes locked helplessly on the thick length, the swollen head flushed dark red.
He rolls me onto my stomach, palms my ass, then smacks it hard. Heat and pain explode through me, tangling with raw need.
His mouth finds my ear, biting hard. “What do you say if you want me to stop, Eden? What’s the safe word?”
“W-what?” My brain stutters, too far gone.
He spanks my other cheek, sharper this time, flames racing straight to my clit. “The safe word. What is it?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“You’ll know if you need it,” he growls, voice dark velvet. “But right now? You don’t.”
Another hard slap. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for him, desperate for release. I sob, my face pressed into the mat.
“Are you being a bad girl, Eden?” His laugh is cruel and hungry. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He grinds his cock against my stinging ass. “They get fucked hard. So they remember how to be good.”
The words alone almost unravel me. I groan, my walls pulsing, clenching around air. “Nate…please.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Beg.” He grips my hips, steady and unrelenting. “Scream it when you come for me.”
He pushes forward, the head of his cock stretching me, slick and thick, filling me inch by inch. My eyes slam shut, tears slipping free as my body trembles with relief.
“That’s right, baby. Take your man’s cock.”
His control over me, the way he owns every breath, every nerve, makes me wild. A sob breaks out of me as he pulls back and slams home again, hips snapping sharp, spanking me in rhythm with each thrust.
“Sweet girl. Don’t you dare come yet, you hear me?”
I claw at the mat, biting down on my lip, desperate to hold out. “Please, Nate. Please let me come. I need it so bad. Please.”
He grunts, dragging me upright, my back flush to his chest, one hand on my throat, the other gripping my hip as he drives into me.
“Good girl,” he growls into my ear, a hand wrapping around my neck and pressing gently. “Beg for it.” His deep voice crests over me.
“I’m begging you,” I sob. “Please let me come.”
His thrusts are harder now, splitting me open, his lust tasting of starvation. Then finally, his hand slides between my thighs, pinching my clit while he continues to pound. His voice is unrecognizable.
“Come. Now.”
The orgasm curls low in my stomach. My back arches, head rearing, my release building to a fever pitch. Eyes rolling, mind wiped blank, I fall over the edge, world shattering while I convulse around him, screaming his name, my body ripping apart from the pleasure.
He lets out a raw, primal roar as he follows, shuddering inside me, filling me, holding me tight.
Like he’ll never let me go.