Page 146 of Breakaway Hearts

“I don’t want to push you away,” I say, turning to face him instead.

He kisses me as I walk backwards, falling onto his bed, but Owen is still standing, and for a split second, I’m back in that room, frozen on the bed while they all look down on me.

I barely have a chance to take a deep breath and remind myself I’m safe when Owen sinks to his knees, and I sigh in relief.

“Can I taste you?”

Sex has mostly been about getting myself off in the least vulnerable way possible, but I fight back those fears and nod.

Owen unbuttons my jeans and pulls them completely off, then kisses his way up my legs. I’m squirming with a mix of anticipation and fear when he reaches my inner thighs, but one of his hands finds mine and he interlaces our fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“I think so,” I say through shallow breaths.

Owen uses pillows to prop me up, then goes back into position, but in addition to his hand holding mine, our eyes are locked together. At first, I nod as he kisses my thigh, bite down on my lower lip when he ventures to the fabric of my very unsexy underwear. I tense but nod to let him know it’s okay when he pulls them down, trying not to think about how completely exposed I am to him.

He looks down and smiles, then looks back up at me with a hunger in his eyes, before placing a kiss at my center, followed by a lick through my folds that has me gasping. I nod, repeatedly, as his tongue finds my entrance and goes to town, sucking, licking, teasing my clit so I’m basically a mess in his hands, writhing for him to stop while begging him not to.

“Oh my God, please don’t stop.”

I’m breathing heavy, chest heaving as Owen looks up at me and smiles, not just like he knows he’s good at this, but like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

His tongue circles my clit, sucking on the nub. I keep crying out his name, teetering over the edge, but something holds me back.

“I’ve got you,” Owen says, “Come for me, baby girl.”

He sucks on my clit again and I’m gone, legs shaking, exploding with pleasure as I look down to make sure I’m not suffocating him, but he’s smiling up at me as he licks it all up.

When there’s nothing left, I pull Owen up, needing him closer, which is ridiculous, but he felt so far away. He comes easily, covering me without putting any weight, but he’s wearing too much clothes, and I need to feel him. Inside me. Everywhere.

I pull down on his sweatpants, so he discards them and his boxers in one fell swoop, as my hands roam over his abs, then wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says, kissing me hard, hand seeking my ass.

I instinctively wrap a leg around his back, so his shaft rubs against me, and I moan.

“I need to be inside you.” He takes my mouth in his, making no effort to do so, but my pelvis lifts of its own accord and he’s there, teasing my core. “Condom,” he remembers, reaching over my head to grab one, then kisses me as he fumbles to get it on. I smile at the look of concentration and desperate need on his face before he pushes in, filling me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. My nails make marks all over his back as I try to bring him deeper.

He smiles at my reaction before lifting my leg so he can push in further, then slowly pulls out so he can push back in. I cry out again, and it’s weird, because sex with Owen has always been great, but it has never felt this good. Like every nerve ending is buzzing, and it’s too much and I both need it to stop and for it to go on forever.

Owen’s eyes are locked on mine as he pushes in, pumping into me over and over again, each time bringing me closer to the edge.

“I’m so close.” I pull him back to my mouth before he can respond. I tighten around his dick, gasping for air, then tilt my hips up as he pounds into me again and I come so hard, my pussy convulsing as he thrusts once more and stills, pouring himself into the condom.

“Stay. Inside me,” I ask when the after waves are done, and our breathing is going back to normal. I’m not ready to say goodbye to the fullness of him inside me.

“Always,” he says, which is impossible, but he kisses me and I don’t care.

Chapter Sixty-Five

Madison

Easier to end things

“Green or blue?” Colt comes out of his room while Owen and I are making dinner. Rather, Owen is cooking and I am watching while Mike tells me stories of their high school days.