Page 99 of On the Breakaway

I’m drunk on him wanting me like this. Drunk on being wanted with this kind of intensity.

“I need it. Pretty please.” His thumb trails along my jaw and lips. Opening my mouth, I suck it in, and he groans. “You’re so fucking good at using that mouth. Use it on me. Show me.”

Keeping my eyes on him, I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock before swirling around the tip. Then I take him into my mouth.

I suck gently, sliding my lips further down his shaft. He hisses, so I repeat the motion. More of him disappears between my lips with each pass, my pace quickening as curses tumble from him under his breath.

Soon, his hands are gathering my hair, pulling just enough to sting with every movement. His hips move with me, thrusting gently into my mouth.

“Fuck,” He says while I work him harder with my tongue. “I’m going to come.”

When he tries to pull away, my hands clamp around his thighs, holding him in place as he comes in my mouth. I swallow every drop before I finally pull back.

“Now, we’re even.” I stand and smirk, thinking about how he didn’t let me do that last time.

“What have I told you about getting even?” Grayson saunters toward me. “And we’re not close to being done here.”

I glance down to find him still hard. He can’t actually be ready to go again. Can he?

“Don’t you need time to–”

A devilish look crosses his face as he stalks toward me. “No, Chaos, I don’t.”

I squeal when he pounces on me, his mouth crashing into mine with the same heat as before.

Together we tumble onto the bed. Desperate for friction, I grind against him while tugging his hair back and pressing kisses along his jaw. His teeth catch my lower lip the moment our mouths meet again. It stings so deliciously that I wrap my legs around his waist, flipping us until I’m on top of him. I sit up, straddling him while his hands slide up my side.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “It’s confusing.”

“What’s confusing about it?” I ask, sliding myself against him.

He slides two fingers through my wetness slowly. “Wanting you like this.”

Something inside me fractures at the roughness in his voice, especially because he looks just as affected as I feel.

“Tell me about it.”

Using his shoulder for balance, I grip tightly while he slips his fingers inside me.

The moan that leaves me is obscene. He already knows exactly what I need after learning my body way too fast the first time around.

He turns his head, pressing a kiss to my wrist while his fingers curl inside me.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he mutters against my skin. “Every time I touch you, you just…”

Before he can finish, I cut him off with a hard kiss. Half laughing and half breathless, we roll.

Instead of the mattress, empty air greets me.

Then, the floor.

The impact knocks the breath from my lungs as Grayson lands awkwardly above me, catching most of his weight on his hands.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

He starts to pull away, but I don’t let him. Instead, I yank him into another kiss, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped at how easily he just called me baby.

“Definitely not boring,” I say against his lips. “Fuck me. Please.”