Page 89 of Did They Break You

“You hate me?” I ask her. “You hate this?”

She doesn’t answer, but she blinks up at me and says,“Don’t hurt me, Cortland.”Just like she did that night.

My breath catches, my pulse accelerating.

Is this a game?

Does she mean it?

“I’m not, baby,” I tell her, the same thing I saidthat nightas I finger her slowly, loving how her walls squeeze around me. “I won’t.” I go to add another finger inside her, and she bites her lip, holding my gaze.

I lean down over her, repositioning myself, my hand between us, my knees on either side of her hips.

She spreads her legs wider, giving me more access. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I promise her, speaking over her mouth, my lips brushing hers. “No one will know.”

Slowly, she nods, her hands coming to my shoulders, one running through my hair as I add another finger inside of her.

“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth. “You feel so fucking good.”

She bucks her hips, giving in, running her tongue over my piercing.

“Has anyone else been here, since you were in my bed?” I ask her quietly as I finger her, my thumb finding her swollen clit.

She doesn’t answer me, her jaw clenched tight.

I add another finger, and I can barely move inside of her. She stiffens, making it harder to push in and out of her. “Hey, relax. Open up for me,” I tell her, kissing her while she’s somewhat sober for the first time in over a year, a gentle kiss until her tongue is in my mouth and I pull on the ball of her piercing. She cries out and I taste blood before I release her. “Relax, and it won’t hurt,” I warn her.

Slowly, she takes a breath in. Out. Her walls grow wetter, stretching around my fingers. I keep running my thumb over her clit, kissing her again, hearing her moan into my mouth.

“Tell me,” I command her, pulling away, both of us breathless as I keep circling her, keep finger fucking her. “Tell me who’s touched you.”

Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she stares up at me like I’m god and she can’t stand being a believer. “You,” she whispers. “Storm.”

I finger her harder, her body jolting with every thrust as she says my friends’ name.

“Brinklin.”

I bring my free hand to her neck, softly circling her throat.

“Chase.”She whispers his name and then her walls tighten on my fingers and she’s tipping her chin up, her neck arched, lips parted as she moansmyname.

I lean over her, spit in her mouth as she comes to pay her back for spitting on my face.

Her cheeks flush pink, and she’s breathing hard, her nails so deep into my skin, but she swallows it all down.

“You like coming all over my fingers with my friends’ names in your mouth, pretty baby?” I ask her, feeling her relax, her hold on my neck loosening.

When I know she’s done, I drag my wet fingers up her body, over her hips, then to her mouth, tracing them over her lips.

She swallows, staring up at me with her lips parted.

“Yes,” she whispers, and my stomach flips.

“Yeah?” My fingers are between us, and I push the three that were inside of her into her mouth, loving the feel of her tongue ring on the pad of my index finger. “Who’s psychotic now?”

She sucks my fingers, and my eyes almost roll back in my head and she hasn’t even touched my dick.

I pull my fingers out, tugging down her bottom lip with them as I do. I lick her top one, and she whimpers into my mouth again.

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