If You Stay (Beautifully Broken, #1)(53)

“You’re a freaking vixen,” he mutters. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I do. But tell me what you’d really like,” I prompt him, as I stroke him with my fingers again. “I want to know.”

He swallows and closes his eyes, leaning back against the counter, his hands gripping the edge. He pushes further into my mouth.

“Okay, Red. I like it when you take all of me in your mouth. I want you to deep-throat me. If you can handle it.”

He says the last part like a dare.

I want to smile, but don’t. He continues speaking, his voice husky.

“While you suck me, I want you to squeeze my balls, just a little. Tug on them. Lightly. Push your fingers against me right behind my ball sack and pull. Lightly, not too hard.”

He shudders again when I do as he says. I pull his balls toward my mouth, just slightly.

I inch my lips along his length, working the entire thing into my mouth. I feel like he is practically scraping the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I just concentrate on keeping my teeth from scraping him as I slide him in and out.

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping the stone counter. “Fuck.”

I make sure my lips form a good vacuum and continue sucking, sliding, moving. I stroke his balls and pull at them and Pax’s breathing gets more and more ragged.

And then, with his balls cupped in my hand, I suck on them.

He tenses up completely, his knuckles turning white. “Fuck.”

I smile now as I lick at them, then suck. Then lick.

Then I plunge his dick back in my mouth, all the way. In, out, wet.

I increase my speed and he finally yanks me away by my shoulders.

“I’m going to come,” he tells me raggedly. “And I want to come inside of you.”

I yank off my clothes and he rolls me onto all fours, sliding into me from behind.

He fills me up, the friction nail-bitingly hot. He rocks me to and fro as he leans over me, pressing his lips to my ear.

“Tell me to f*ck you harder,” he whispers.

“Fuck me harder,” I say obediently and my voice is strained. It’s hard to form thought, let alone words while he is doing what he’s doing.

As he slides in and out, he reaches around to my front, spinning circles around the most sensitive part of me. Then he presses his hand against my belly as he plunges deep inside. I cry out and he kisses in between my shoulder-blades.

“Tell me again,” he says, with his lips still against my back.

“Fuck me harder,” I feel like I am screaming now as he rides me from behind, his hand cupping me from beneath, driving me to distraction. “Pax! Oh my God.”

I’m moaning now, but he’s pulling me with him toward an orgasm that is going to be mind-blowing. I can feel it building and building and his muscles flexing against me as he moves.

“Come in me,” I tell him. “I want to feel you come.”

He moves faster and just as I am moaning from my orgasm, he shudders from his. He grabs my ass and holds there, shaking as he finishes.

And then I drop to the ground and he gently falls on top of me, while still supporting his weight. He kisses the side of my neck, breathing hard.

“That was f*cking hot. You’re f*cking hot.”

I smile. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.”

He chuckles, and as he does, I look around and notice the smoke.

“What the hell?” I wiggle from under Pax and sit up. “Holy hell!”

Smoke is billowing toward the ceiling. I leap to my feet, naked, running for the stove. At this very moment, the smoke alarms go off.

Pax runs to disarm them and I slam a lid over the smoking pan of burned zucchini, turning the flame off.

He rushes back and we stare at it. And then he laughs.

“Well, we did say it was f*cking hot. Apparently, we lit my kitchen on fire.”

I giggle. “That might have been our poor cooking skills.”

[page]The entire house smells like it burned down now, so I walk around spraying air freshener while Pax scrapes out the burned mess into the disposal, running cold water over the pan.

“I think this is the end of my career as a chef,” he announces as I wrap my arms around him from behind.

“That’s okay,” I tell him. “I think there’s already a Naked Chef out there. They don’t need another one.”

He spins around and looks at me. “I always need for you to be naked,” he tells me as he drags his hands down my sides before he grasps my hips and pulls me to him.

He kisses me, lightly and soft. “You deserve a reward.”

I pull away a bit. “A reward?”

He nods. “Yep. For being such a good pupil.”

I laugh. “What do you have in mind?”

“You’re going to like it. Give me a minute.”

He smiles and strides away, leaving me in the kitchen alone. And naked.

This is an interesting turn of events, I decide as I put away the few things that we’d left out. As I do, I let my mind wander. I think about how glad I am that I’m on the pill now and that Pax’s STD tests came back negative. It’s nice not having to use condoms. And then, as I turn to rinse off the paring knife, I notice a hospital bill laying on the counter. I glance at it, and notice that it was from the night Pax overdosed which was exactly two months ago today.