Breaking Away

by Toni Aleo

  “Thank God,” she cried out before she heard a crashing sound. Before she could find out what it was, Phillip had her up on the desk with his cock inside her. As he feverishly moved in and out of her, she had to know what he had broken. Looking down, she found that it was her favorite picture.

  “You broke my picture of Dimitri!” she said, causing him to still inside her.

  He looked down at where the picture lay, broken, and then looked back up at her. His face broke into a grin before he said, “I’ll buy you a new one and bring it over.”

  She shot him an intimate smile as he nibbled at her lips. “Sounds good,” she said breathlessly. “Now, as you were.”

  Kissing her quickly, Phillip pulled away and started back to the feverish rhythm he had before.

  All Reese could do was hold on.

  The next day….

  “Oh, God,” Reese gasped as she held onto the back of her couch, her fingers gripping the cushions as Phillip pounded into her from behind. “Phillip, oh God,” she yelled out.

  Lifting her leg, he wrapped it around his waist and slowly moved inside her in slow, mind-blowing thrusts. He filled her completely and for the love of everything holy, she loved it. He was honestly the best lay ever. As his fingers bit into her thighs, his lips tracing kisses up her spine, all she could do was cry out, enjoying the feeling he was giving her. When he bit into her shoulder, she moaned but smiled when he kissed up her neck, sucking her lobe in his mouth. Reaching around her with his other hand, he cupped her sex, pressing his fingers against her clit before speeding up his strides, his body slapping against hers.

  “Oh, my, God.”

  Phillip’s chuckles tickled her ear as she shattered beneath his hand. Screaming out, she squeezed his cock with her body as he pushed harder inside her. Her hips dug into the back of the couch, but she didn’t care. She was flying up in the pretty, pink orgasm clouds. Collapsing, she fought for breath as Phillip moved frantically inside her until he finally came, his hard groan filling the room. Lying against her, he kissed up her shoulders, then her neck and jaw, before finding her mouth. Closing her eyes tight, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted this man, but God, did she ever.

  “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she said, her eyes searching his.

  “Hey, all I did was bring over a picture frame. You attacked me,” he said with a dazzling grin.

  “Whatever! You pulled my bra down.”

  “And then you started to jack me off! I wasn’t walking away from that!”

  She thought for a moment, biting down on her lip as she held his gaze.

  “Okay, this is all true.”

  “I know, you jumped me.”

  “Whatever, it’s the last time though, Phillip. Seriously. We can’t keep doing this. It’s getting out of hand.”

  With a shrug, Phillip moved his lips along hers, kissing her so sensually that she completely forgot why it was a bad idea for her to be with him like this. As they parted, he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down, kissing down the hollow of her neck as she felt him coming back to life between her legs. When he went in for another kiss, she stopped him.

  “Last time,” she said, sternly, even though she didn’t even believe herself.

  “Absolutely.”

  Her eyes narrowed but when he flashed a naughty smile, she could only smile back.

  Yup, she was in trouble.

  The following day…

  “What time does Claire get here?” Reese gasped as she yanked her clothes off as Phillip chucked his jeans to the side.

  “In an hour. Harper will be here, too. I’m leaving this afternoon for Canada.”

  She bit into her lip before asking, “How long will you be gone?”

  “About a week.”

  “Okay,” she said before he kissed her lavishly on the lips. “So we have roughly thirty minutes,” she asked between kisses.

  “Yup,” he said, hugging her close to his body and kissing her roughly on the lips. This time, she wanted to control this. Pushing him against the wall, Reese kissed down his gorgeous body, cupping his balls as she swirled her tongue along his nipples and then each ab. Dropping to her knees, she took him in her hand, squeezing the base of his thick erection, while looking up at him with a sneaky grin.

  “If you say last time, I’m going to poke you in the face with my dick,” he warned, a playful glint in his eyes.

  “It is the last time,” she said, before reaching up and biting his tattoo, which said ‘No biting’.

  Taking in a sharp breath, Phillip chuckled and thrust into her hand.

  “That’s what you said the last couple of times.”

  “This is true,” she whispered, taking him in her mouth, to the back of her throat. Pulling back, she looked up at him and smiled. “But you cheated.”

  “Cheated?” he asked, breathless, his body taut as he watched her and said, “How?”

  “You sent me a picture of your dick, and all I wanted was it in my mouth,” she said, before taking him deep in her mouth again. Reaching down, he moved her hair from her face, holding it all back as she moved him in and out. His sharp breaths were music to her ears as she picked up speed, taking him deeper and deeper. Cupping his balls, she squeezed as she raked her teeth up his cock, licking the tip as his groans filled the room. As she took him to the back in her throat, his fingers dug into her scalp as he slowly thrust into her mouth. She could feel him about to come. His body was visibly straining, his cock pulsating as she sped up, taking the whole length of him into her mouth, until he finally groaned in blissful agony, filling her mouth with his hot seed.

  Falling back on her haunches, she grinned up at his spent body, as he took in a lungful of air. Reaching out, she ran her hands up his thighs and abs before he reached for her, pulling her up on her feet to kiss her swollen mouth. Turning her so that her back was against the wall, he pushed open her legs before sliding his fingers into her slick folds. Moaning loudly, she arched against his hand as he kissed her slowly and teasingly, biting and nipping at her lips. Flicking her clit, he smiled as he asked, “Why don’t you just admit it? We like sleeping together.”

  “We do, I have no problem admitting that,” she said, looking up at him.

  “Then why does it always have to be one more time? Let’s just go with the flow.”

  Her eyes narrowed as his hand stilled between her legs.

  “I don’t want to be in a relationship.”

  “Who said anything about a relationship?” he asked, dipping his finger inside her. Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned out. “All I want to do is make you come, Reese, over and over again.”

  Opening her eyes, she looked up at him.

  “We’re just having fun?” she asked, needing that reassurance, because she felt like there could be more. And that was bad. Very bad.

  “Just having fun. I’m not done with you. I still want you.”

  “I want you,” she admitted, “but just sex. I’m emotionally unavailable.”

  “I get that, so am I, so let’s have lots of sex and have fun,” he said simply, his mouth curved in a devilish way that had her nodding her head.

  “Okay.”

  Leaning forward, he captured her mouth, kissing her deeply and causing her toes to curl as he started to fuck her with his fingers.

  “Now come for me,” he whispered against her lips.

  “Yes, God, yes,” she answered, closing her eyes as he moved his mouth down her jaw to her neck. She wasn’t sure if their ‘having fun’ was the best situation, but what the hell? He wanted to make her come, and who was she to stop him?

  Doing the middle splits on the wall, Reese watched as Claire worked hard to touch the wall with her thighs.

  “Almost there,” she encouraged, and was rewarded with a smile before Claire started to push harder against the wall.

  Reese pushed farther against the wall, too, to demonstrate how it was to be done and
, like always, Claire mimicked her perfectly. She was so proud of Claire and was ready to get started on her solo, but she had noticed that Claire had been a little closed off since last week. She knew it was because of not being allowed to dance the week before. Since that day, things had been strained between them, and she needed to fix that. But what she didn’t need to fix was her and Phillip; that was a whole different, delicious story. When she wasn’t having her world rocked by him anywhere he wanted to take her, she was texting him, and it was easy to say their texts were not appropriate.

  Phillip was dirty and playful, and he made her smile. A lot. And that was so bad. She wanted to enjoy life and never get hurt again, but messing with Phillip could jeopardize that. Like right now, just thinking of him had a grin on her face, and that was careless. To her, guys meant heartbreak, and she didn’t want that. So she needed to keep her bearings about her, and only enjoy the sex with Phillip. Anything else was out of the question. It had to be.

  Shaking her head to free the thoughts of Phillip, Reese looked over at Claire to see that she was looking at her.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  “Are you mad at me?” Claire asked, looking back at the wall.

  “No, why would I be?”

  “Cause I didn’t show up on time last week.”

  Reese shrugged her shoulders.

  “I’m not mad at you, Claire. I was disappointed, but it’s okay. It happens to everyone.”

  Claire looked away as she said, “It’s Phillip’s fault. He wouldn’t wake up.”

  Something inside her made Reese want to defend him. He had a long trip home the night before and had been tired. Instead of telling Claire that, she just said, “This is all a learning curve for both of you. He will learn just as you will. All I ask is that you work hard, and show me that you want your position here.”

  “I am,” Claire protested. “I do work hard.”

  “Then there is no problem,” Reese said simply.

  “But I’m afraid you’re going to hate me because of Phillip’s stupid mistakes.”

  Reese shook her head. Those two had so many issues between them, and it was driving them apart. She knew how much Claire meant to Phillip, and something inside her wanted them to get along.

  “Don’t be so hard on him,” she said softly. “He loves you very much.”

  Claire shrugged her shoulders.

  “I know.”

  “So maybe you should give him a chance. Everyone makes mistakes.”

  “I guess,” she said, pushing away from the wall and stretching her legs in front of her. Looking up at her, Claire asked, “You don’t like, like Phillip, do you?”

  Reese paused for a moment before laughing as she shook her head.

  “Heck no! Why?”

  “I just think you two have a thing for each other.”

  Claire crossed her arms across her chest as she eyed Reese. She wanted to run and hide. She didn’t want anyone to know that she and Phillip were fooling around. They had too many connections and plus, her family would get the wrong idea. She was just fooling around with him. There was no reason to get everyone riled up about it, thinking she wanted to get married and crap like that.

  “No way.”

  “You’d tell me if there was something serious going on, right?”

  Looking into Claire’s eyes, she could see that she needed the reassurance. They had been building a relationship, and though Reese did not want to lie to her, this time she had to. She didn’t want Claire getting the wrong idea, and she couldn’t tell her that she was just fucking her uncle for fun. That would be horrible.

  Shaking her head, she reached out, cupping Claire’s shoulder as she said, “Of course I will.”

  But that would never happen, because things between her and Phillip would never get that serious.

  Phillip leaned against the boards from the bench, watching as his team raced into the Calgary’s zone. They were up by one against the Assassins with only seven minutes left in the third. Phillip’s adrenaline was high, his heart beating so hard against his chest as he waited for his chance on the ice. Leaning back, he squirting some Gatorade in his mouth before spitting it back out and then refilling his mouth before swallowing. He watched as Shea went behind the goal with the puck, waiting for his forwards before passing it up to Jakob. He then rushed toward the zone with JT beside him. JT cut to the goal, while Jakob passed back to Corbin Ellis. As soon as Ellis got to the goal, he passed it fast to Shea. He shot, and missed. Ellis got the puck again, passing it to Jakob, who shot and missed. Ellis got the puck and passed it to where JT was waiting. He finally scored.

  Phillip hopped up on the bench, cheering his teammates on as they skated over, slapping everyone’s hand before lining up for the puck. When the ref dropped it, JT and a center from Calgary fought for the puck, pushing, until finally JT passed it back to Shea. He skated back behind the goal just as Coach Baxter tapped Phillip on the head. Phillip hopped over, his skates hitting the ice, and a sense of relief came over him.

  He was home.

  He knew his game, he knew where to be, how to hit, how to make plays, but most of all, he knew how to score. Skating fast across the ice, Phillip looked back just in time to get the puck that Shea had passed up. Luckily, they had caught Calgary on a bad change, leaving Phillip and Erik rushing the goal with only one defenseman trying to stop them. Phillip passed to Erik and the defenseman followed, but when Erik deked, sending both the goalie and defensemen one way, he quickly passed the puck to Phillip, and he scored in a wide open net. Throwing his arms up in the air as his teammates wrapped him up in a victory hug, Phillip couldn’t think of anything better than this… Well, maybe Reese moaning his name, but right now, he was thrilled he had scored, winning the game for the Assassins.

  Later that night, Phillip’s body was aching from a nasty hit into the boards he endured with only fifty-four seconds on the clock. Starting the whirlpool in his hotel room, he left Erik to Skype with Piper and sank down into the hot, soothing water. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back and let out a loud, satisfied groan as he stretched his muscles. They had won the last two games and only had one left before going home. He missed Claire and was ready to get back. She had been calling him every night, letting him know how her day had gone. It was nice to talk to her, even though most of the conversation led to dance, which then led to him having a hard-on the rest of the night because all he could think of was Reese in those damn shorts and bra.

  Reese.

  God, things had been great between them. She was a fireball in bed and man, did she have a dirty mind. Their sexting had gotten so out of control once that Phillip spent most of the night in the bathroom, jacking off. She was hot and kept him on his toes. If he wasn’t careful though, he would fall for her while she stayed in the just-fucking zone. He didn’t want that. He had to keep his feeling locked up tight and only think with his dick, or that girl would get him in a world of problems.

  Falling deeper in the tub to where the water was over his chin, he let out a breath. He was pretty sure he could fall asleep but, before that could happen, his phone rang. Reaching for it, he saw that it was Claire.

  “Hello?” he asked.

  “Hey, did you guys win?”

  He smiled.

  “You didn’t watch the game?”

  She laughed sheepishly.

  “Nope, I’m studying. When I realized the time, the game was over.”

  “Oh, good girl then,” he said with a laugh, “but yeah, we won.”

  “Awesome! Did you score any goals?”

  “I did, the winning one.”

  “Awesome, way to go.”

  “Thanks, how was school?”

  “Boring, except this guy keeps trying to get in my pants.”

  The way she said it so nonchalantly had Phillip’s teeth on edge.

  “Don’t make me kill a kid, Claire, please.”

  Her laughter made him smile.

  “I won’t. I’
m sort of done with all that. I want to focus on school and dance. I want to actually do something when I get older.”

  Words couldn’t describe how much what she said meant to him. With a grin, he said, “That’s fantastic, Claire. I want that for you, too.”

  “I know, which reminds me, I am almost done with my solo. When I’m done, can you come see it?”

  His heart jumped up into his throat as he slowly nodded, despite the fact she couldn’t see him.

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  “Awesome! I’m like tired, so can I call you tomorrow?”

  “Yeah,” he said, fighting back tears. “Goodnight.”

  “Night, Phillip.”

  When the line went dead, Phillip leaned his head back and grinned up at the ceiling. If he had known she would have changed this much just from dancing, he would have put her in it months ago. He wished his sister and mother was there, so they could see the transformation she was making. Slowly but surely, his Claire was coming back to him. He knew they wouldn’t care but, then again, maybe they would have. Maybe they would have been clean and supported Claire the way he was going to.

  Letting out a huff of air, he sat up, reaching for his phone again and clicking on Reese’s name to text her.

  Smiling, he wrote:

  Thank you.

  Only a second passed before she said:

  What? I didn’t give you an orgasm today… did I?

  Laughing out loud, Phillip typed back quickly.

  No, not today, but the night is still young.

  This is true, but really, what did I do?

  Claire asked me to watch her dance, and she is doing really well. I have a feeling it’s because of you.

  Maybe, I am pretty freaking awesome. ☺

  He laughed as he wrote:

  Haha. Maybe you are.

  Oh, I know I am! But really, it’s all her. She’s phenomenal, Phillip, honestly. She’s just been in a shitty place but, between the both of us and Harper, I think we can make her world better.

  Phillip smiled as he wrote:

  I agree, but really, thank you.

  Anytime. ☺

  When she didn’t write anything after that, Phillip laid his phone down and smiled, but soon he was reaching for his phone again, his need for her greater than he thought. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, lose himself in her, before kissing the hell out of her.