Page 52 of Broken Discipline
He had just finished lecturing me about how he wanted to take care of me and the twins for the rest of our lives. And now he wanted a lap dance?
“You’re serious?” I asked.
“Dead serious.”
A smile twitched at the corner of my lips. How could he switch so suddenly like that?
“There’s no music,” I said.
He clicked a few buttons on his phone, then a song played at a low volume on the hidden speakers. A song that reminded me of Oakmont. Deep, lulling bass. Soft drums. Like hot summer nights, lying on the back of a pickup truck, staring up at the stars.
I tilted my head. “Does killing turn you on, creeper?”
He grabbed me by the hips, closer to him, and energy pulsed through me. It was a raw hunger that hummed between us, and I was tired—so damn tired—of fighting it. Roasted coffee beans mixed with copper tinged the air, and Finn’s eyes held mine, daring me to stay.
“Youturn me on, Kylie,” he said.
My lips pressed together, a question forming on my tongue, but he pressed his knees together, squeezing me inside of his legs, his hard cock stabbing into my thigh.
“Kylie?” I asked. “How do you know my real name?”
“Heard the bartender call you that.”
His jaw was stern, his eyes focused, like he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. Something inside of Finn had changed. Where he had once been emotionless and vacant, there was a simmering current inside of him, like he knew, without a doubt, what he wanted.
And he wanted me.
My stomach fluttered, but I straddled his lap so that our faces were right next to each other. Then I kissed his ear, the little hairs on his lobe tickling my lips, and a deep, guttural groan burst through him. Warmth surged through me. How was it that something soft—like a gentle, teasing kiss on his ear—could make Finn react? His blue eyes were dark and deeper than an ocean, like nothing could break him down. But I understood then, that the only thing that would tear him apart, was losing me.
I pressed my lips to his, and his cock twitched, begging to be inside of me. His thick, muscular hands reached up, gripping my hips, pulling me closer.
“You know the rules,” I teased. “No touching.”
He growled like a man possessed, but he sat on his hands, gritting his teeth, almost as if helikedplaying the game. And I liked it too. I loved seeing how much it tormented himnotto touch me. I teased my small breasts against his face, then lifted my loose shirt until my thick nipples dragged across his lips. He stuck out his tongue like a hungry, desperate dog, panting for more. I breathed hard too, not sure who I was teasing more: him, or me. He pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in sweatpants. His eyes traced me—my small breasts, the stretch marks criss-crossing my stomach, my plush hips—and he licked his lips like he would never know a sexier body. Like I was the only woman in this world.
He made me feel beautiful. Like nothing mattered, except for me.
“You are incredible,” he said in a low voice.
My lips fell open, speechless. But he hoisted me up by the hips, carrying me into the master bedroom, then threw me onto the king-sized bed. He ripped off his clothes quickly, little marks of dried brown blood still staining his arms. In one swift movement, he pulled off the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked on the bed.
His cock was heavy against his leg, his musk fragrant in the air. Coffee. Sweat. Copper. Masculine and heady. And so irresistiblyhim.
He laid down on the bed next to me, then grabbed my waist, moving me until I was straddling his chest.
“The only person you’ll be sitting on is me,” he growled. “Now sit on my face.”
“On your face?” I whispered. “Like,onyour face?”
He dug his fingernails into my hips. I yelped, but he rocked me forward, forcing my clit to rub on his chest.
“I want to eat your pussy until I drown in your come,” he said. “I want to lick every inch of you. I want to taste you like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Drench me, baby. Let me bathe in your come. Don’t make me ask again. I need you now.”
My chest swelled with air but before I could even move, he hoisted me up, forcing me to rest my pussy on his face. His lips circled around my clit, sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves, heat rising over every inch of my body, buzzing down my legs. Chills ran through me. Heat built in my muscles like my body couldn’t decide whether to retreat or jump headfirst into the abyss. His hands raked my sides, then he grabbed my nipples and twisted them. His tongue swirled around my clit, then dipped between my hairy slits, tongue-fucking my pussy, stroking all the way back to my ass. With his tongue swirling my dark hole, my body vibrated with tension and tightness, heat overwhelming me. He reached back up, his tongue finding my clit. At that contact, I fell forward, about to collapse on him, but he held on, moving both of us until I could lean against the headboard. Once I was steady, he took control of me, manipulating my pussy, melting me down with his tongue until I was nothing but bones and goo, ready to die right there. One of his hands left my breasts, grabbing his cock, and he pumped himself as he licked me, like he couldn’t help himself. Like it turned him on so much to be completely consumed with my pussy. I was sitting on his face like a queen onherthrone, and yet he was the one dominating me. Finn was in control.
“Be a good girl and come on my face,” he said, fisting his dick so hard he was rubbing it raw. “I want to taste your sweetness right as you erupt all over me. I want to come at the same time, baby. I want all of you.”
I reached for his cock, twisting around. “Then let me—”
