Page 20 of Breakneck
I put my phone away, considering his question.
He tugged the towel off and lay back, spreading his legs.
“I’m trying to keep your cum in, but it’s bound to leak out.”
Pulling his ass cheek aside, he showed me his reddened pucker, a drop of my cum glistening in the middle.
I scrambled up and pushed on his thighs, folding him in half.
“Can I fuck you like this?”
“You can. Go slow. After I come, you can pound me as hard as you want.”
He wouldn’t have said that if he knew my strength. But that was okay. I’d read his body language.
His eyelashes fluttered, and when I pushed into him deeper, he groaned, sounding happy. His hole squelched with slick and my cum.
“Mmm. If you continue like this, we could make Sunday evenings a regular thing.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
5
Vertical Offense
LOTHAIR
Sundays were for chilling.I’d forbidden Carlos from booking things on Sundays. It did happen that I had to be on set, but only rarely.
This morning I slept in, went for a swim, then treated myself to a long, lazy jerk-off session in the shower, followed by a three-course brunch.
I sat by the pool with my second cup of coffee and thought of what I could do for the rest of the day. Terrance had a day off and was supposed to be back at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning.
The guy from Cassidy and Hassel who came as a stand-in for him was a boring alpha shifter who looked to be at least sixty. He spoke barely five words to me and hid in the gatehouse with my guards, ready to stalk my ass if I were to leave the premises.
Could I go flying? I wasn’t keen to head to the mountains with the other bodyguard breathing down my neck. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone. Maybe I couldinvite some boys for a naked afternoon tea? But then I’d have to send Terrance their details and wait for a fucking background check. I could ignore that instruction, but after what happened with Toby, I didn’t want to give Mr. Control Freak more reasons to think I was a dumbass.
Ugh.I was supposed to be relaxing! Instead, I was bored out of my mind.
The mental lightbulb lit up when I was swimming before lunch: the construction on the Perrault Tower downtown should be finished by now.
I climbed out of the pool and wrapped myself in a bathrobe. The air was nearly still today, but the heat felt manageable. Weather-wise, the conditions seemed ideal. Why wait?
So I spent a few hours on the phone and on my laptop, tying up the last loose ends of the research I’d started almost a year ago. The construction by the entrance to the Perrault Tower was indeed finished, and the scaffolding had been taken down. There were no events downtown that would disrupt traffic on the surrounding streets.
After ticking off all the check boxes, I called the gatehouse.
“Yes, Mr. Courtemanche?”
“Kyle? Hi. I’m going out to the city for a cup of coffee and a stroll. The Sunday guy from Cassidy and Hassel, what’s his name…”
“Callum.”
“Yes, him. Tell him we’re leaving in forty-five minutes.”
“Will do. Do you want me to drive?”
