Page 49 of Broken

“Will you do it for me now? Show me what you did that day? How you got yourself off.”

My lips open and close, the argument is right there on my tongue.

“This time, I’m not going anywhere,” he moves back, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen.

His eyes lower down my body, pausing on the juncture between my thighs.

Garrett isn’t as unaffected as he is trying to make out. He’s breathing hard and there is a very prominent bulge in the tight sweatpants I loaned him, which makes it hard for him to hide. He folds his arms and waits, not caring that I’m staring at his cock.

After a moment of wondering what the actual fuck I’m doing right now, I lower my hand down my stomach. His eyes follow the progress, and his shoulders hitch up a little as I reach the waistband of my shorts and push my hand inside.

I’m so wet, I might as well have not got out of my soaked underwear when we got home. Garrett’s biceps tense up as my hand sinks lower, pushing inside my underwear.

“Let me see,” he says.

Taking my hand back out, I press on the waistband of the shorts and lower them. They hit the floor and I step out of them. With his eyes on mine, I reach down and slip the side of my panties over, gliding my finger under the lace.

At the first touch, my stomach tightens, and I moan. Garrett’s watches as I toy with my clit, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from coming on the spot. My pulse is poundingdangerously, as I clench around nothing, feeling empty. Instead of continuing to tease my clit, I lower my fingers needing something inside of me.

Garrett moves and I pause. He takes hold of the sides of my panties and pulls them down, trailing them down my thighs. They catch on my wrist and I have to pull my hand out of the way. Garrett waits as I step out of them, then he goes back to the counter, my panties balled in his fist.

Am I really standing half naked in my kitchen with a guy who openly admits he’s a grumpy asshole who hates everyone? Yeah, I am. And I’m so desperate for a release that my hand immediately goes back between my thighs.

My eyes roll as I press two fingers inside. Garrett lets out a low groan and my eyes pop open. How is he controlling himself? His cock is so hard it’s all I can stare at. I want that inside of me, instead of my fingers.

Which only makes my fingers move faster. I’m so wet, the sound fills the otherwise quiet apartment as I press in and out, rubbing my clit with the heel of my hand. I’m so close, so fucking ready to explode.

Garrett moves. He’s right in front of me, his eyes on my hand, he reaches out and grips my wrist, making me pause. I almost cry when he pulls my hand back. I’m so desperate.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

He raises my arm and lifts my fingers to his mouth. When he presses them in between his lips, I almost lose my mind, and my balance. His tongue swirls around my fingers and he lets out a groan that has my insides liquefying.

I’ve never done anything like this in my life. It’s filthy, to me at least. When Garrett presses my hand back down, the back of his knuckles graze my lower stomach, then my clit as he presses my fingers back inside of me. He uses my hand to fuck me.

I grab onto his arm with my other hand to stop me falling when he slips a finger between mine. Finally, I’m full, I have something to clench around, and it has my eyes rolling.

Garrett lowers his head, so his mouth is near my temple. His warm breath on my skin, the feel of our hands together, working in and out faster, makes me lose grip on my sanity.

“Say my name, Calli,” he nips my earlobe. “When you come all over our fingers, say my name.”

My body tightens and I lose myself in his voice as he keeps talking, praising me, telling me how wet I am, how hot and tight. When he pulls my hand out of the way so he can sink only his fingers inside of me, I throw my head back and howl out my pleasure as it tears through me.

“That’s it, fuck. You’re so beautiful when you come for me. But you didn’t say it, Calli.”

I’m too far gone to hear anything, but with the last breath before the waves elapse, I breathe out his name.

“Fuck,” he swirls his thumb over my clit, making me gasp again and my feet scramble against the floor. “Are you trying to get away from me, Calli? Is that what you want?”

My mouth is dry as I turn to look at him. He’s so intense, but not in the way he has been every other time I’ve seen him. This is different. This is pure desire. I shake my head.

“Good.”

Before I know what is happening, Garrett grabs my hips and lifts me up on to the counter, spreading my thighs and moving between them. I claw at his T-shirt and he leans back, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. He practically tears mine off and it falls to the ground on top of his.

He grabs the straps of my bra and drags them down my arms, the cups of the bra press down beneath my breasts.

“Shit,” Garrett groans. His thumbs graze over the piercings. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about touching these?” heteases me with his fingertips. “How I wish I was the one who put the bar through these perfect pink nipples. Beautiful.” He dips his head and sucks one into his mouth.

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