Break Me (Brayshaw High #5)(93)

“I’m tired of being careful. I want to be—”

“Bad.” He kisses my jaw. “Naughty.” Another kiss. “Dirty?”

“Free. Valued.” My breathing is picking up now. “I want to know what it feels like to be wanted.” No, wait, that’s not right... “I want you to show me what that feels like.”

“If I touch you, I might get addicted.”

Please get addicted.

His shoulder tenses and then shakes in silent laughter.

I roll my ass into him again and a sharp hiss heats my ear. It serves as a lightning bolt, sending a shock wave down my spine.

Royce’s hand dips lower. Completely flat against my stomach, he glides over the V of my jeans while biting at my earlobe.

A low moan escapes, but I bury it in the blanket.

“Listen to me, Tink.” He kisses directly over my heavy beating pulse there. “I need to know every fucking thing you like and dislike. What’s good and what’s better. You think something in your head, let it out.” I feel his smirk against my skin. “Not that you’re real good at hiding your thoughts.”

I grin. “Got it. Royce?”

“Hm?”

“Touch me,” I demand instantly. “And not over my jeans.”

The button on my pants is popped with zero hesitancy, but his fingertips, they pause at the edge of my underwear. His strong chest inflates at my back and then he slips inside.

The heat of his hand alone, the roughness of his skin, has my muscles curling.

“Tell me the truth,” he whispers into the night. “You really never been touched?”

“Do my hands count?”

He groans.

“Not even a little bit,” he rasps as two fingers slide lower, slipping between my slit and gliding along my clit. I jerk, and his heady exhale follows. “You touch yourself since you been here?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a yes.” He scrapes his teeth over my earlobe. “And you thought of me, didn’t you? When you fucked yourself?”

My “yes” is a low moan and he responds with a bite.

“And before me?” His lips brushing over the edge of my exposed shoulder. “Who would you think about?”

I close my eyes, waiting for more. “Just the feeling.”

He flexes against me, his hold tightening. “Good fuckin’ answer, baby girl, now hook your left leg over mine.”

I do as he says, and the idea of this position has my toes curling.

“I thought of you, too,” he admits. “When my cock was in my hands, swollen and fuckin’ aching.” He pushes against me. “I played your addictive-ass voice in my head, imagined your naked little body lying under mine, your pussy...” He slips the tip of his finger inside, and his muscles grow tight. “Fuck,” he rumbles. “Sucking me in.” I clench around him, and he whispers, “Just like that.”

I grip his forearm when he pulls, my back arching, and he’s done with the lead-up.

Two of his long, strong fingers push inside me.

The pressure and the scent of him, the heat of his breath on my skin, it’s enough to make me come, but I want more.

So much more.

So I tell him, and his response is epic.

His teeth bite at the material of my shirt, his free fingers curling inside of it at the base of my neck, and like he began to promise earlier, he shreds the thing from my body.

The cool night air stings my skin, my breasts threatening to pop from my bra, and my body has no clue what to do. It’s firing on every nerve—hot and cold, wild and wanting.

I’m consumed by him and his every move.

Royce’s fingers pause, but don’t pull out as his mouth falls to the hollow of my neck. He sears a path down my breastbone, dominating my body with his lips alone.

His mouth comes back up, biting over the mark he gave me earlier, and he growls, grinding into me as his fingers begin to slip in and out with impressive speed. His thumb reaches up to roll around my clit, and the fire in my core builds, taking me over inch by glorious Royce infused inch.

My legs shoot straight, stiff as a board, and I moan into the air.

Royce pulls back then, and my body cries in protest.

I look over my shoulder, but I’m met with his eager lips, hard and pressing.

I tug my body free, roll over, and climb onto him.

I ride him with my clothes on, but he still finds a way to push his hand back into my jeans. He rubs at my clit with perfectly applied pressure, vibrating his fingers against me, and I freeze above him, biting into his lip, and crying into his mouth.

As my body starts to shake, his free hand comes around, pushing me down against his cock and feeling how hard he is for me, that does it.

I come and it’s not short and a quick one.

It’s bursting and breath-stealing and oh my god, Royce is underneath me.

With eyes as black as a scorched night’s forest, he doesn’t dare look away. I might bite into him harder if he tried.

I grip his hair, and his hand comes out of my jeans, gripping on to my ass, and I start grinding on him.

A heavy dip forms between his brow and when I make a circle, those lips of his part, and he grinds right back.

His hands shoot up to my shoulder and he yanks me down. We kiss with such a savage harmony it aches deep in my chest. I don’t want to stop, but I know this might not be enough for him, and I refuse to end this night without earning his orgasm, something of his I’ve wanted for weeks.