“Years.”

“Years?” he breathed out, shaking his head. “No fuckin' way. Not with you lookin' like you look. Talkin' how you talk. No fuckin' way.”

“Talking how I talk?” I asked, my face scrunching up.

“That fuckin' attitude. That temper. Sets a cock at full mast across a crowded room.”

Well. That was news.

And maybe the nicest compliment I had ever received. In a really pervy kind of way.

“Well... I haven't made time for dating.”

“Ain't talking about dating. Talking about fucking.”

“Whatever. Same difference. I haven't made time for it.”

“We ain't got nothin' but time,” he said, his smile fading a bit, his eyes getting darker.

“I guess.”

“You guess? You know... you ain't exactly helping my ego here.”

“What am I supposed to be swooning and moaning 'take me, take me'?” I asked, exaggerating the last two words to a porn-star worthy throaty groan.

His hand slid between us, quickly thrusting his finger inside me, making me let out a for real throaty groan. “Something like that,” he said, his smirk coming back as his finger worked in and out of me until my legs felt wobbly and my hands slammed down on his chest to steady myself. “Smart fuckin' mouth,” he said, his mouth near my ear as I leaned into him. “And wet fuckin' pussy.”

His finger pulled out of me suddenly and my hand slapped his chest. “No,” I groaned, my hips moving against him shamelessly.

“You want my cock?” he asked, his hand slipping into my hair, pulling it back to look in my eyes.

Oh god.

Yes.

I did.

But did he really need me to admit it?

I felt my head nod, accepting that my pride could take a little beating if it meant the tightening in my core could be relieved.

“Then why don't you get on your knees and show me how much you want it?”

Okay.

There was another of those mini-flutterings between my legs.

Which, if I was in a right mind to examine, would seem weird to me.

But as it was... my mind had one thing it wanted. And if getting it meant that I had to get on my knees for him first, well, so be it.

I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, wetting it, as I slowly lowered myself to the ground.

Alright. So I had only done this like twice before. And it was awful. As you can imagine. Glenn with his half-flaccid penis led to something that felt a lot like lockjaw before he finally pulled me up and pushed me onto my back.

There was something about Breaker's hard, thick cock that I found myself excited to explore. With my hands. My mouth.

So my hand went outward, closing around him and stroking down to the hilt as I leaned forward, lips opening around the head and feeling his velvety hardness slip inside my mouth. My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the beginning of his desire, and I heard his breath hiss out of his mouth. Encouraged, and maybe a bit more than excited, my mouth slid down his length, my hand working him where my lips couldn't, twisting and stroking at the same time until his hand came down, gathering my hair and pulling it backward. He let me work him for another short minute before dragging me back by my hair. I made a sort of objecting sound in my throat that had him chuckling in a deep, rumbling way that made my insides feel fluid.

“Don't worry. I am gonna let you work that sweet mouth on me again. But right now, doll, I need to fuckin' be inside you. I need to feel your cunt squeezing me as you scream my name. And just when you start to come down, I am going to push you right back up. Over and over. Until you can't scream anymore. Until all you can do is choke for breath and let it slam through you.”

Oh. My. God.

Okay.

Yeah.

I was pretty close to groaning out 'take me, take me' for real.

I swallowed hard, clenched my thighs together, and attempted a smirk that I was pretty sure came out a bit wobbly. “All talk,” I teased, watching as his brows lowered over his eyes, making them look hooded and even sexier than they usually did.

Then he was using my hair to drag me back onto my feet. The sensation at once painful but so erotic I felt my mouth falling open on a silent moan.

He tugged my hair hard to the side, leaning close to my ear. “Hands on the counter,” he growled, then released me roughly, making me stumble back a foot. When I didn't immediately move to do as told (because I was too stunned and turned on and confused to do anything but stare at him), he took a warning step forward, brow raised. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

I shook my head, turning, and slapped my hands down on the cool counter.

“Spread your legs,” he said and I could feel his eyes raking over my body from behind. Steeling my stomach against the rolling embarrassment I felt at that instruction, I pushed my feet apart. “Wider,” he said and I pushed them wider, leaving my legs wider than hip-width. “Good girl,” he murmured, the sound practically a rolling purr off his lips and I felt his approval like a warm blanket.

I felt rather than heard him moving, the air around him seeming charged as he got closer. His hands moved to span my hips, sinking in my skin in a delicious way that made my head tilt backward and hit his shoulder. But then he was moving. As in down. Like... onto his knees. I had the barest of seconds to feel the mortified objection form in my mind before his tongue slid up my cleft and found my clit, making my entire body jolt, my hands curling into fists on the cold counter.

Because... holy shit.

My inner thighs wobbled as his lips closed around the sensitive bud and sucked hard, a strangled groan rushing out of my throat.

“Oh my god...” I whimpered, arching my ass up, giving him better access.

But then the contact ended and he was moving to stand. His hand traced down my spine, sending a shiver through my system.

“Don't move,” he said, his voice firm.

“Where are...” I started to ask, turning to look at him.

His hand grabbed the back of my head, pushing it to face away from him. “I said don't move,” he said again and I nodded.

Then he was moving. I didn't turn to look. But soon he was in my line of vision, walking across the living room toward his bedroom and giving me a delicious view of his perfect, muscular ass as he did so.

He walked back out a few seconds later, his head lifting to me, his eyes raking over the view of me bent over the counter. I drank in the view too, from the tops of his wide shoulders to that deep, deep V of his Adonis belt, to his straining cock, to his muscular thighs. He was just... perfect. Every inch. My eyes went to his hand, seeing a silver condom foil, the reason he left me, and I felt a rush of relief.

Because I had somehow forgotten all the horror stories from my high school sex ed classes and would have probably let him go in raw and risk god-knew what.

Thank god one of us was thinking straight.

He walked up behind me, making quick work of the condom before I felt his hips pushing into my ass so his cock slid between my thighs, making my ass arch up and start to rub against him. His hands slid up my sides, snaking around to my belly, moving upward until his calloused, hard palms covered my breasts that seemed to grow heavy at the contact, my nipples hardening painfully as he started to roll them between his fingers. His chin shifted, the side of his face brushing my hair out of the way before his lips went to the skin of my neck, sucking hard. At that second, his cock slid up and hit the sweet spot, making an unexpected orgasm slam through my system, my breath catching.

“You say my name when you come,” he said against my neck, hands digging into my skin.

“Breaker,” I strangled out, feeling my legs shake as the pulsations started to waver off.

“Good girl,” he murmured.