Page 102 of Before We Break

His forehead digs into my lower belly overhang and his nose presses to my soft mound. I’ve always had a little extra padding, but he doesn’t seem to have any problem finding his target.

Each precise stroke drives me higher and higher until I’m swaying on the precipice of pure bliss. The next time he sucks on my clit, I fall off the edge, sparks igniting into a kaleidoscope of color behind my eyes. I’m distantly aware of my cries, but my senses are homed in on where he’s tongue fucking me into oblivion, slowing his pace as I come down from the high.

His grip loosens, and he pulls away long enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of my mound. It’s sweet in a way I hadn’t anticipated. My chest aches for the simplicity of it.

My breasts heave with each uneven breath as I come back down to earth, but it’s clear Noah has no intention of letting me stay on solid ground. I hear the telltale sound of his zipper sliding down before he grips my hips and positions me over his lap, his hard cock standing at attention between my spread thighs.

“You’re a goddamn dream come true, baby. Take my cock and put it where it belongs.”

I fist his shaft and notch him at my entrance. His grip on my hips tightens as I lower down his length. He’s so big, and this angle is different from the last time.

“Atta girl. You’re halfway there. You can take it.”

His palms slide beneath my sweater, pulling it off over my head and tossing it to the side, and then his mouth is right there, teasing the tops of my breasts. I throw my head back in pleasure, giving him better access. The movement causes me to slide lower until he’s fully sheathed, the delicious stretch eliciting a strangled moan from my lips.

He grunts, his fingers digging into my back. “Baby, I’m not gonna last long.” His voice sounds almost pained. “Take what you need.”

I rock my hips, his cock breaching deeper than ever before. “It’s too much.”

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Noah. I need—” The rest of the words escape me as I shudder against him.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

That’s all the validation he needs to take control. He lifts me just enough to allow him to move freely, fucking up into me over and over again. It’s all I can do to hold on, clutching his head against my chest as our mingled breaths create an erotic soundtrack alongside the lurid collision of our bodies.

“I’m gonna come,” he groans. “Tell me I can come.”

“Yes. Fill me up, Noah. Give me your cum.”

“Oh, fuck.”

He thrusts twice more, then stills, groaning out his release as it leaks out around his shaft, making a mess of us both.

His lips press to my collarbone, peppering me with kisses despite how sweaty I am. When he looks up at me, his expression is almost awestruck. His hand slips beneath my hair, and he brings my forehead down to meet his, a move that’s becoming all too familiar as of late.

We stay like that for a long while, breathing each other in, reveling in the stillness that’s settled between us.

“What are we gonna do?” he whispers.

The meaning isn’t lost on me, but I wish it was. I pinch my eyes shut to center myself, waiting for the answer to surface, but it’s getting harder to ignore the fracture that’s begun to splinter and grow with each tender caress. It’s a wound not even time will heal, and it won’t be long before we break.

TWENTY-EIGHT

PLAYING PRETEND

♫ Slipping Through My Fingers - Cole Swensen

CLIO

The curtain closes on Lexi’s first performance in a leading role, and my tears flow as the audience gives her a standing ovation. Noah twines his fingers with mine, rubbing his thumb along my palm.