Page 69 of Until You Break
“That they were cool.” His breath caught when I kissed under his jaw, teeth grazing.
“Tell me what else.” My mouth slid lower, sucking his throat until his pulse fluttered.
“They thought they were sexy.” His lashes dropped when I bit just enough to leave color there.
“And?” I murmured against his skin.
“They thought they were powerful.” His voice cracked as I caught his lip between my teeth and kissed him deeper.
“Hmm. We are. What else?”
He pushed me back into the pillows, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my sternum and stomach. His fingers teased the waistband of my briefs, rolling them down slowly. He looked up through his curls, eyes dark, pupils blown. “That they’d be good in bed.”
“Oh?” My breath hitched when his tongue flicked against the wet slit of my cock. I was already hard for him, impatient for more.
“Hm. That’s what they said.”
"And what do you think?"
His grin turned filthy. "That they were right."
Heat curled in my chest at his audacity, a rough laugh breaking from me. "Brat," I muttered, lips curling in amusement as I stroked his curls back. His filthy confidence made my cock ache, made me want to ruin him and worship him all at once. "Prove it, then." He slid further down, hair brushing my thigh, spreading my knees. I threaded my hand into his hair and tilted his face up.
“Take me in,amore. Let me feel how sweet your mouth is.”
He did. I pressed my thumb down on his tongue. He closed his lips and sucked, heat wrapping my knuckle. His eyes lifted back to mine.
“Fuck,piccolino, you drive me insane. Every part of you makes me want more.”
“Good.” His filthy smile made my cock twitch. Then he licked the wetness of my tip and I groaned. The first pull of his mouth was careful, then not. Wet. Hot. Mine. I fed him more, the head sliding over his tongue, his throat catching and loosening as I held his hair and guided his pace.
“I love when you look at me while you take me,” I whispered, praise heavy in my voice. “Let me see you swallow me.”
He hummed, vibration buzzing up my spine. I eased deeper until his throat flexed around me.
“Easy,amore. Breathe with me. You’re perfect like this. Lips soft, mouth so sweet wrapped around me.” He gagged once, I eased a fraction, thumb stroking his cheek where I felt myself moving. “That’s it. You take me so well.”
His spit slicked me. Drool streaked his chin, messy and obscene, exactly how I wanted him.
“You’re beautiful like this. My perfect mess. Your mouth was made for me.”
He flushed when it smeared his chin, and I kept him there because shame looked fucking good on him.
I didn’t let up, hollowing my cheeks, dragging moans out of him with every plunge, spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. His throat worked frantically, gagging and swallowing, wet noises filling the room as much as the piano did. His eyes squeezed shut, lashes damp, then flew open to find mine, glass-bright, desperate. Tears beaded at the corners as he forced himself to take more. His fingers dug into my thighs for balance, shaking, but he didn’t stop.
“Yes, just like that,” I praised, voice rough with need. “You feel incredible. I could stay buried in your throat forever. Look at you, fighting to hold me, eyes ruined and perfect.”
Only then did I grip his hips hard and pull him off my cock, leaving him panting, eyes shining, chin slick. I forced his gaze down to the mess I’d made. “Look at the state of you,” I murmured, half praise, half possession. “Beautiful. Wrecked for me.”
“Not yet, let me have you longer. I need more of you.”
A wounded sound broke in his throat. I smiled into the heat of him and slid him off my body completely. He wavered above me, dazed, his mouth red and wet, my cock shining in the corner of his vision like a promise.
“Lie back. I want to see all of you. Every inch that’s mine.”
He obeyed, chest rising fast, thighs quivering. His cock lay hard against his stomach, slick already beading at the tip. I ran my palm from his sternum down, dragged two fingers through the mess, and pressed them to his mouth.
“Taste yourself. Let me watch you.”
