Page 103 of Break Me Open
His fingers grip and tangle in my hair. “Ari,” he warns. I ignore him, kissing higher, my lips brushing the soft skin of his balls. His cock jerks, and I finally wrap my lips around the head, swirling my tongue over it.
I don’t rush it. I hollow my cheeks as I slowly take him deeper. His breath hitches, his hips twitch like he wants to fuckup into my mouth, but he’s holding back. “Fuck...just like that...”
His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling slightly, as his thighs tremble. I take him to the back of my throat, swallowing around the head, and his whole body jerks, a broken sound tears from his chest. “Fucking— God,” he moans. I pull my lips off his cock, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and grin up at him. His eyes are half-closed, and his chest is heaving. “Your turn,” I say, standing.
I toe off my boots and kick them aside. I rip my shirt over my head, then hook my thumbs into the waistband of my trousers and boxers, shoving everything down in one go. My cock’s already leaking; Caiden’s gaze locks onto it, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Bossy fuck,” he mutters, but he’s already taken me into his hand, leaning forward, and running his tongue up the thick vein on the underside of my cock.
He licks from my balls to the tip in one long, agonisingly slow stroke. When he wraps his lips around my head it hits me hard enough that I have to brace. My head falls back with a groan, and my fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there.
“Fuck, Caiden—” The words dissolve into a moan as he takes me deep, his throat constricting around me as he swallows. He moves with intention, no hesitation, no mercy.
He sucks hard, and my knees nearly buckle.
My cock hits the back of his throat, and he doesn’t gag or pull away. His eyes water as he looks up at me, holding my gaze, firm, and doesn’t look away. I tighten my grip in his hair and guide him, slow at first, then deeper, faster.
He pulls off, his hands sliding up my thighs, leaving fire in their wake, then he scoots back on the bed, making room. I follow, crawling over him, our bodies aligning chest to chest, cock to cock, and I roll my hips against him.
He grabs my face, kissing me hard this time, his teeth nipping my lower lip before his tongue plunges into my mouth, tasting himself on me. I groan, rocking my hips harder, my cock slides against his, the pre-cum smearing between us.
His hand snakes between our bodies and wraps around my shaft, stroking slowly, his grip twisting at the tip. “You’re dripping too,” he growls against my lips. “Need something, sir?”
I bite his jaw in response, hard enough to make him hiss.“Shut the fuck up and fuck me.” His laugh is dark and triumphant as he rolls us suddenly, pinning me beneath him. His weight presses me into the mattress, and his cock drags against mine, slick and hot. Then his fingers are between my legs, teasing over my hole.
I spread my thighs wider, arching into the touch. “Come on,” I grit out. “Stop teasing.”
“Since when do you not like foreplay?” he teases, pressing the tip of one finger inside, just enough to make me gasp.
“Since I’ve been waiting to do this,” I almost growl, My hands fly to his hips, and my nails dig in. “Now, fuck me.”
“Yes, sir,” he answers. He sees the lube peeking out of my trouser pocket on the floor, and grabs it. His big hands grip onto my ass, shifting my hips slightly. I watch him as he leans back and squirts the gel on his cock, then on my hole, and circles it with a finger. Before I can order him to fuck me again, he’s back on top of me, guiding himself into me.
The first press of his cock against me is almost too much. The broad hot stretch burns in the best way. My breathing comes in sharp gasps as he pushes in, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. The only sounds are our ragged gasps, the creak of the bed, and the wet slide of his cock sinking deeper inside me.
When he is there, fully seated, his hips flush against my ass, his cock pulsing inside me, I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his shoulders, holding him close.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice muffled. “You feel—so—”
“I know,” I breathe, as I shift my hips, making him gasp. He takes his time thrusting inside me slowly at first. Like he understands exactly what I asked for. “You feel that?” he asks, his voice practically a growl. “Feel how deep I am?” His hips roll just a little, and I dig my nails into his back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t ever forget me, Arseny.”
“Do it.” I moan against his lips. His restraint snaps, his grip on my hips tightens, his fingers dig in as he pulls back and slams back into me hard. “Mmph— fuck, Caiden.” I cry out, my cock throbbing with every brutal thrust.
He sets a punishing rhythm, his body slapping against mine and his breathing ragged in my ear. I wrap my hand around my cock, jerking fast, dripping in my hand. Pleasure coils tight in my gut, my balls draw up and my body trembles on the edge. My free hand grips his throat, and I pull his mouth to mine. He moans into it as his cock slams into me harder. “Tell me you’re mine,” he breathes against my lips.
“Caiden—”
“Skazhi eto, pozhaluysta.”Say it, please.
“Tvoy.”Yours. I whisper. His teeth sink into my shoulder and that is it. The orgasm rips through me violently, my cock pulses in my grip, cum spills over my fingers, and my body clenches around him.
He groans into my neck as his thrusts turn erratic, his grip bruising as he chases the edge, then follows me over it, his cock buried deep inside me as he comes.
After, we lie tangled in the sheets, our bodies still pressed close like separation isn’t an option. Caiden’s arm is slung over my waist, his thumb tracing idle patterns into my skin. For awhile, neither of us speaks. “I don’t think I’m going to sleep,” he says eventually.
I huff a weak laugh. “Me neither.”
He shifts closer, his forehead pressing to my shoulder. “It’s not fair.” he whispers.
I turn my head enough to kiss his hair. “You always say the worst things when I’m defenceless.”
