Page 110 of Before We Break

I sniffle and swipe at my damp cheeks, failing to contain my watery smile. “You were gone for thirty seconds, and you figured out all of that?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Hey, asshole, that’s my line.”

He swallows my protest, taking my mouth in a rough, demanding kiss as he lifts me off my feet and carries me into the bedroom.

He practically tosses me onto the bed, making the mattress bounce. I hold my breath as he strips out of his Christmas pajamas one button at a time, leaning back on my elbows in the middle of the bed.

“Merry Christmas, Clio,” I mumble amusedly.

He chuckles, the sound skittering across my skin like a million tiny pin pricks. “If you want to keep your cute little pajamas intact for next year, I suggest you start taking them off.”

“What is it with you and ruining perfectly good clothing?”

I pull my shirt over my head, not even bothering with the buttons, then I kick off my pants and underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them over the side of the bed. Now naked, I position myself on my knees. “There. Happy?”

“I was going to take it easy on you tonight, but maybe it’s time I give that sassy fuckin’ mouth something better to do.”

His boxer briefs drop to the floor, and he kicks them to the side, giving me the view I’ve been waiting for. He’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him sometimes. No man should be given that much power. Even his dick is pretty.

“Have you ever considered tattooing your dick?” I muse.

He takes himself in hand, smirking. “I’ve thought about doing a lot of things with my dick, princess. Fucked you every which way in my imagination. At the top of that list is fucking that pretty mouth of yours. So, get on your back and lean your head off the edge of the mattress like a good girl, and I’ll let you tattoo your goddamn name on it when we’re done.”

His gruff voice sends a flood of warmth pooling between my thighs.

I spread my knees and let my hand travel down to my wet pussy, teasing my sensitive clit.

“Brat. Is this what you were doing that night when I heard you through the walls?”

I nibble on the tip of my finger and shake my head.

“Mm. That’s right. You had help that night, didn’t you? Where is it?”

I close my eyes and exhale a ragged breath as my fingers move faster.

“Where is it, baby?” he repeats the question with more intensity the second time.

“In my nightstand.”

He walks to the drawer in all his naked glory and pulls it open. “That’s quite a collection. Which one is your favorite?”

“The red one.”

He pulls it out of the drawer and walks back to the bed with his cock in one hand and mine in the other. “On your back, just like I told you.”

This time I don’t hesitate, eager to see what he has planned.

“Open your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.”

His crown slides against my tongue, bringing the salty taste of his precum with it. I close my mouth around the engorged head and hollow my cheeks as he presses forward.

He gives me a few shallow thrusts before sinking as far back as he can go. I gag as he hits the back of my throat. Noah’s not small by any means, and I wasn’t prepared for how far down I could take him at this angle. I swirl my tongue around his hard length, as my pussy pulses.

Not being able to see what’s happening adds another layer to the experience, and I’m aching for him to touch me. The anticipation might actually kill me.

Sweet relief comes when a low buzzing sound starts up, his palm sliding slowly between my breasts, darkening the space around me as his shadow looms above me. The feel of his hands on my body ratchets up my pulse, and the tip of my vibrator presses against my clit, causing me to whimper around his cock.