Chapter 40 #2
“Like this?” he asks, voice sultry, then his thumb hooks under my shaft, dragging along my balls before he grips me tightly in a fist and his lips close over my tip.
His hot tongue skates along my slit. My palm smacks the wall, steadying myself. All the air trapped in my lungs bursts free at the intensity, at the pure, fiery heat of his mouth as he sucks the head of my cock. He sucks harder one more time, then pulls away.
His eyes meet mine. Such an intense light blue, swirling with life and adoration that I don’t know how I ever once thought his eyes looked cold.
He makes a sound in his throat, like pleasure. “I taste you when I eat her pussy. A little salty, dark, but slightly earthy too. Like ocean water.” He runs his tongue along my tip again. My breath shudders out of me. “Fucking heavenly.”
Breaker drags his hand along his hard cock, his other gripping my base tighter as he leans in again, but this time he takes me fully into his mouth, feeding my cock past his lips slowly, watching my face as he does, and a tremble moves through my thighs.
He gags as I hit his throat, but then he adjusts and slips his tongue along the underside of my shaft, swirling it around the tip as he just as slowly slides me back out, sucking on the head before pulling away.
“Like that?” he asks.
“What?” I say, barely able to breathe, much less think. “Are you asking me how to suck dick?”
His pink tongue runs over his bottom lip. “Can’t be that hard.” That warm tongue laps at my tip, then his lips wrap around me and he sucks me into his mouth hard.
“Fuck,” I rasp. My hand flies out to grip the side of his head, another grating sound escaping me at the sheer intensity of his mouth.
He takes his time, testing, licking my slit after I pop free each time, then sliding me slowly back into his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside.
When my cock hits his throat again, my hips buck involuntarily.
He chokes, but his eyes turn bright at my reaction, so I do it again.
He releases his cock and trails his fingers up my thigh and then grabs my ass.
I grip his head with both hands and thrust. He chokes but doesn’t stop me, so I do it again, waiting for him to give me a sign to ease up.
When he lets me continue, I pick up pace and feel him drive forward so that my cock hits his throat, and even though he gags, he swallows through it.
“Fu-ck,” I breathe, unable to contain the guttural groan. “You’ve never done this before?”
My dick pops free of his mouth. “Nope.” Then he’s sucking me again, swallowing me down his throat, and my head falls back and hits the wall.
“God, do that again,” I grind out. “Swallow me, you dirty boy.”
His chuckle vibrates all the way up my spine. My dick slips from his lips, just as the fingers gripping my ass move and slide over my back hole.
“I’m going to take you here,” he grinds out. “Soon, I’m going to fuck this tight ass while our girls fuck you.”
The image sends fire through my veins. My cock throbs at the thought of him taking me there.
Of our girls riding me while he fucks me.
Something flares inside me. Some fiery thing that verges on meanness.
I’m not sure where it comes from, but I slap his cheek like he slapped mine. Breaker stills, our eyes colliding.
I’m pushing him, I know, but fuck, this feels good. Testing him, his boundaries, seeing how far I can go, like he constantly does with me.
Like he is right now.
“I didn’t say stop, naughty boy. Fuck your hand and suck my cock like a good boy,” I order.
The corner of his lip quirks, and he feeds my cock back into his mouth but doesn’t move his hand.
I let out a moan that barely sounds human as he sucks.
“That’s it. Now, fuck your hand like you’d fuck my face. ”
Like he can’t help but be in charge, he ignores my command, and grips my ass tighter, letting his finger press into my hole.
But with his other hand, he releases my cock and strokes himself harder than before.
Faster. I keep one hand on his head, guiding his movements as I slowly fuck his mouth, and my other hand slips around and encloses over the one gripping my ass.
He keeps his eyes on me as I let him move his finger over my exit again, feeling him push harder and harder until his fingertip slips just barely in.
“Fuck that’s good,” I pant. “You’re a fucking beautiful, filthy boy on your knees, with your cheeks hollowed out, sucking my cock, desperate for my cum.”
I grip the back of his head and ram forward. His nose hits my stomach, and he gags. I let him go, and my cock pops free of his mouth as he chokes. As payback, he drives his finger into my asshole, and my knees give.
He glares up at me. “I should fuck this ass raw right now for that.”
My grin is devilish. “Maybe I should fuck yours.”
He drives his finger in deeper and angles it just right. Pleasure curls up my spine, my balls drawing up tight.
“Shit,” I hiss, nearly blacking out from the sensation. My cock throbs, and my grip on his head digs deeper. “If you’re going to do that, then keep sucking.”
“I control this,” he grates and sucks me back in.
“Not when you’re on your knees,” I grind out.
Breaker drives his finger in and out as he continues to suck, like he’s done this before. Every sound I make has him stroking himself harder, groaning around my cock. He hungrily sucks and licks, using his tongue under my shaft, matching the rhythm of his finger in my ass.
“You’re fucking perfection,” I grind out, thrusting into his greedy mouth. “God, I love you.”
The words spill out of me unchecked. They seem to ignite something in him. Some primitive desire that has him pumping himself harder. Allowing me to fuck his face as he pumps his hand.
“Come on, greedy boy,” I grate, thrusting wildly, barely able to contain this feeling building inside me. “Suck me harder.”
That coiled-up feeling bursts free suddenly.
I hear him choke, feel him swallow, but the world disappears, turning dark but so full of light, I drown in the brilliance of it.
My knees buckle. I’m barely aware of anything other than my hands cupping his jaw, his tongue lapping at my slit, lips gently sucking the tip, eating my cum.
Of my body sagging against the wall, knees bent, his large hand flat against my abs like he’s holding me upright.
How he’s still driving his finger in and out of my back hole.
I open my eyes to find him dragging his hand up and down my shaft, pumping me through my release.
My knees give and I drop before him and pull his mouth to me.
Hot water sprays over my back. His cock slips over my stomach.
He starts pumping his cock, rough and hard, then heat explodes across my stomach and he groans into my mouth.
I trail kisses along his cheek, to his eyes, pulling him closer so our chests smash together, slicking through the water and cum on my stomach. My skin’s on fire, bright and alive. My chest full. My heart nearly bursting.
“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Was that okay?”
My laugh makes him pull back and look at my face. “Perfect, mo chridhe.” I press my lips to his, savoring the heat and sultry feel of him before I say, “Any better and I’d have to put Striker in second place.”
His teeth gnash together, brows knitting, and he shoves me away. My laughter makes his jaw pop as he plants a hand on the wall and stands, but I catch a hint of a smile. “You’re such a dick.”
I grip his waist and use him to help me pull myself up, letting my body drag along his. My teeth graze along his collarbone. “And now you’re a cocksucker.”
***
Once I’m dressed, I head downstairs to the kitchen and am met with a breakfast buffet and a scowling Clyde.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say, smirking like I spent the night fucking his favorite person and just got my dick sucked off by my brother. “Sleep well?”
“Fuck you,” is the response I get.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I grin. “Don’t like the guesthouse? I can get you a new bed since you’re about to be spending a lot of time here.”
God, if looks could kill.
“Someone needs to get laid.” I pop bacon into my mouth, crunching down hard, enjoying his annoyed expression. “It does wonders for the soul.”
He shoves his plate laden with food away. I turn to the two women in the kitchen, scurrying to lay out more food than all of us and the staff combined would ever need.
“Thank you,” I tell them. “Please give us some privacy.”
They both nod and exit the large kitchen through the sliding glass door leading to the veranda overlooking the water.
I fucking love this house. It’s huge, grandiose to the point of perverse.
I take a moment to look at the dark wood cabinets and the dark green walls, and I wonder if we should decorate the kitchen back home like this.
Knock down a few walls to expand it and fill it with all those shiny appliances so Reaper could cook in one of those fancy kitchens.
“Did I lose you?” Clyde asks.
I drag my eyes to him. “Just reliving the feeling of Cora’s ankles on my shoulders.”
His lips purse at my words, making satisfaction zip down my spine. Clyde has been pretty decent considering we hate each other. I should probably be nicer to him considering.
I load up a small plate and sit next to Clyde at the island. His glare doesn’t leave his face.
“Which part are you pissed about?” I ask. “The fact Cora is now mine, or the fact you’re stuck to her side as her guard dog, which means you’re stuck with me?”
“Neither,” Clyde says. “You’re going to treat her well. With respect. With kindness.”
“With some great dick.”
His teeth grind. “I can’t fucking stand you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I say. “Should have killed me when you had the chance.”
“Stupid me and my soft spot for dumb teenagers,” he retorts.
“Dumb?” I ask, brow quirked. “We both know I was not a dumb teenager, and we both know I could have taken you that day.”
That day. The day I barely made it out of those woods alive. I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Clyde.
“And we both know that’s complete bullshit,” Clyde says. “Just like we know your attempt to keep Cora will not happen.”
“We will keep her,” I say. “Both of them.”
Clyde narrows his eyes and shoves his plate farther away. “All four of you?” he asks, then shakes his head. “Never mind. Don’t answer that.”
“Tell me, old man,” I say. “When did you become such a prude?”
He gives me a withering look.
“Is it the fact that your little Cora was pleasured by not one but two men last night?” God if looks could kill. “Or the fact you know damn well we can take care of her better than you ever did?”
The jab definitely lands as intended. Clyde sits upright, crossing his arms. “I don’t care how many of you she fucks,” Clyde says, eyes darting to the doorway. “It’s her body. Besides,” he relaxes and places his elbows on the counter, “that girl needs an entire fucking army to protect her.”
“Good. We’re on the same page,” Breaker says as he enters the kitchen and grabs a plate, loading it with food. He’s dressed once again as Ben, in linen slacks and a white shirt open at the neck. I greedily drink him in, debating dragging him back to bed just to have his mouth on me again.
“When do you ship the cargo?” Clyde asks us, lowering his voice. “Now that Rune has what he wants, he’ll push to move your initiation along.”
Breaker sets the plate down, and looks my way, his expression hardening.
He doesn’t have to say it. We are both worried about how this next part will go.
Meeting with Rune. Reaper was smart enough to know he couldn’t be a part of this.
There was no way he could, considering. But moments like this, when the reality that we have to come face to face with Rune hits, it all feels impossible.
We’re never going to pull this off.
“We’ll deal with it when the time comes,” Breaker says, reading my expression. “For now, we have to wait until Striker is here and then get through the initiation, then we can—”
“Fuck,” Clyde curses, forcing both of our attention back to him. He holds his phone up so we can both see the screen.
Breaker snatches the phone, glaring down at the screen. “Fuck me,” he groans.
I smirk, nudging his thigh with my knee. “I’ve been trying, but you won’t bottom.”
Shooting me a glare, he hands the phone back to Clyde. “Zane says he’ll be here within the hour,” he tells me, then shoves me off the stool. “Go wake up your future wife.”
I grab a bagel off Breaker’s plate. “Wife.” I say, winking at Clyde. “I like the sound of that.”
“She won’t,” Clyde says. “She’s not going to marry you.”
I lift my chin toward Breaker. “Then she can marry him. It’s just paperwork.”
“Not gonna happen,” Clyde calls after me. “Besides, there won’t be enough time before we leave for the lodge.”
My stomach drops.
He’s right. We don’t have enough time to do much of anything. Especially entertaining silly dreams. Once Delilah sets things in motion, anything could happen. A stray bullet. Bad timing. The piss-poor luck that has plagued me my entire life. One wrong move and none of us might make it out alive.