Breaking Through

by A. M. Hartnett

  ‘What did you have in mind?’ she asked, slipping her arms around his waist.

  Simon bent low, evading the kiss she offered to brush his lips against her ear. ‘For starters, I want you to repay my chivalry by sucking my cock.’

  Miranda groaned and melted in his arms as he chased the effect of his words along the slope of her neck.

  ‘That’s not a very gentlemanly thing to say.’

  He chuckled as he lifted her onto her toes. ‘I’m only a gentleman when it gets me what I want.’

  ‘I knew it.’

  Her giggle was stopped by his hard mouth on hers. His tongue pushed away every other thought, leaving only the feverish awareness of the extent of his desire for her. He gave her just a moment to drown in it, long enough for his hard body to tell hers that the game had changed and it was all his, before he released her.

  ‘Bedtime.’

  Miranda blew out a puff of air, but it did nothing to ease the pressure in her lungs or cool her off. She pushed her hair off her hot neck and strode past him to collect the baby monitor on the coffee table. ‘Follow me.’

  It had been almost a year since she brought a man home. When Eddie was first brought into the world as a screaming, red-faced thing that needed near-constant attention, she and Juliet had been forced to develop a schedule: on even days Juliet had full baby-duty while Miranda had her turn on odd days. Sundays were designated no-sex days. As Eddie got older and they moved from a cramped apartment into the house, he went into his own room and there was no need for a routine as long as there was a baby monitor for the odd times he would squawk awake.

  Yet with Juliet going back to the band exclusively in the evenings and Miranda’s new job, Miranda’s social life – and her sex life – was limited to the occasional hook-up after brunch, and never at the house when the baby was up and on the move. Since moving into the house, she’d been on hiatus.

  As if breaking her bedroom’s cherry wasn’t exciting enough, the thought of doing it with Simon made the ascent up the creaking stairs deliciously obscene.

  She turned at the threshold of her room and offered him a saucy look. He kept coming, bullying her back into her bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

  One quick look around as she set the baby monitor on the dresser seemed to satisfy him. One hot look in her direction pushed her down on the bed, hands flat on the bedding behind her. Neither spoke a word while he pulled off his blazer. As she removed her shorts for the second time that night, Miranda was rapt at the lightning-quick movements of his hands and fingers taking his uniform apart a piece at a time. Buttons were freed from their stranglehold and when he opened his shirt she scrunched the bedding into her fists at the unveiling of hair-speckled skin.

  He wasn’t her usual type, that’s for sure. Like Juliet, she liked them scruffy and lean. Simon Reeve was no muscled Adonis, but he was definitely a step up from the skin-and-bones arts boys Miranda usually hooked up with. There was definition that hinted at a man who had been trimmer once, hard thighs that reminded her of a footballer’s, and shoulders that rolled on and on, but the thickness around his middle suggested he had either given up a rigid regimen or age had taken over.

  Still, her type or not, he was a sight to behold, bristling with masculine aggression as he loomed over her. Slipping out of her shoes and letting them drop with twin thumps to the floor, Miranda started to scuttle back on the bed.

  Simon caught her ankles and pulled her back into place. ‘Not so fast. I like you right here.’

  ‘I thought you wanted to lie back and enjoy,’ she teased, thrilling herself with the prospect of looking up at him, his head lolling on her pillow while she gorged herself on him.

  ‘I’ll admit, I’ve got a thing for being at a woman’s mercy, but for tonight anyway I’d rather have the balance shifted in my favour.’ He rubbed his hand along the protruding front of his jockeys and tugged her shirt with the other hand. ‘Your turn.’

  ‘You’re not done yet,’ she reminded him with a lilt in her voice, then reached out and gave his waistband a snap. ‘I haven’t had a good look at you either.’

  He raised his arms and Miranda hooked the elastic in her thumbs. She wished she could have been as fluid as he had been undressing himself. Having to wrangle him out of those skin-tight shorts only frustrated her. She pressed her tongue against her teeth to suppress a growl as she tugged and pulled, then let it out as she freed him at last.

  A few of her skinny lads had been well endowed, but they had none of Simon’s virility.

  As she reached for him, he caught her wrists and held out her arms. ‘Take it off.’

  Miranda shook free but raised her arms higher. ‘Take it off for me, if you want it so badly.’

  He dragged the T-shirt up and wrangled her bra off. Before her clothes hit her bedroom floor, he pressed his knee on the bed and pushed forward, forcing her back. She nudged back at him, but just as he had done in the car he took charge as soon as he had her where he clearly wanted her. She wrapped her arms around his wonderfully broad shoulders and sank back as he made a hungry trail from the curve of her shoulder to her lips.

  She turned her face away as he tried to capture her mouth, and the weight of his body crushed her as he pushed down against her rebellion.

  ‘Either fuck me or let me suck you,’ she growled, yanking his hair until he snapped up.

  The demonic look he gave her matched the devilry that raged inside her. The cheap Swedish bed creaked as they warred against one another, until his strong thighs pushing hers apart made it impossible for her to gain any mobility. He ground down, his cock butting insistently against the thin membrane of her panties.

  ‘Where do you want me the most, your mouth or your pussy?’ he whispered, his voice all velvet and smoke.

  She gave his hair another twist. ‘I want you in my mouth.’

  He jerked his head out of her grip and pushed up onto his arms. ‘You make me come in your mouth and you’ll be in for a bit of a wait.’

  ‘Do I look worried?’ she teased as he rolled away from her. ‘You seem like the type of guy who could come up with list as long as my arm of ways to keep yourself occupied.’

  ‘You have no idea.’

  She prompted him along the length of the bed, his mussed blond head squashed into her plush pink pillows. He threw his arms up, crossing his wrists over each other and spreading his legs out around her. His expression was as challenging as it was eager.

  As she sank between his legs, Miranda gave him a smug look. ‘So how do you do it?’

  ‘Do what?’

  ‘Make all the girls want to get on their knees and get their mouthful?’

  He flashed her a Cheshire Cat smile and drummed his knuckles against her headboard. ‘Pucker up and maybe I’ll let you in on my secret.’

  Miranda ran her hands from his ankles to his thighs and watched the hairs stand up in her wake. It thrilled her to see him sprawled across her bed, taking up so much space that she had only the nook between his legs. He was so out of place, so mountainous and masculine, and – she realised as she followed the trail of light hair from his chest to his abdomen – a little intimidating.

  Feeling him pressing through his clothing had been one thing. Seeing him fully erect, cock dark and arching away from heavy balls, was another. Puckering up became as daunting as it was enticing.

  Yet as she wrapped both hands around him, her mouth watered and she drew her tongue across her lips.

  His cock instantly jumped between her palms. She glanced up at him. The amusement on his face had been replaced by nothing but pure and beautiful need.

  She bowed and, just like he’d asked, she closed her lips around him and sucked the smooth crest into her mouth. The tang of precome hit her taste buds and filled her mouth as she took another inch. She took him slowly and quietly admonished herself for doubting that she could take him, as she sucked in the entire fleshy length.

  Around her shoulders, Simon drew his knees up and made
a shelter for her. He opened and closed his fingers against his palms, and his abs clenched, hinting at the definition they had once had.

  For Miranda, sucking him became a treat, as he emitted desperate, throaty sounds. She quickly discovered just how to unlock them from the back of his throat: she dragged her tongue back and forth through the groove, then lashed him with it until his ass rose off of the bed.

  ‘Hey,’ he said, so softly she would have missed it if he hadn’t reached out and brushed her hair out of the way. She glanced up at him, meeting his gaze as his hand came to rest on the back of her neck. ‘Why don’t you get your panties off and come on up here?’

  She rose to her knees and pulled off her panties. ‘You just want everything your way, which is everything at once.’

  ‘And you’re just being selfish,’ he countered, his gaze dropping from her swollen mouth to the slick flesh she revealed. ‘You’ve had a good look and you got your mouthful. It’s my turn again.’

  The bed bounced beneath her as she wriggled her way out of her drenched panties. Simon pushed up, but she slapped his hands away as he tried to take hold of her. His second attempt was more successful, and she gasped as he flipped her onto her back and knelt over her, his cock above her face, his head above her thighs. He pushed her thighs apart, and then came the soft point of his tongue.

  For a moment she could do nothing but hold onto his hard thighs as he lapped her, dragging his tongue back and forth along her pussy. He had his way, spreading her slick lips apart and sucking her hungrily, until she could stand no more and bit his inner thigh.

  He might have laughed or he might have growled. Miranda wasn’t sure, but whatever it was that had spurred that ambiguous sound, his next move was to reach between their bodies and guide his cock back to her mouth.

  ‘Keep sucking me,’ he said, and as she filled her mouth he did the same.

  Fingers caressed and tickled, pinched and tugged, and delved into the wet shelter of her cunt. Wherever they went, his tongue followed, and Miranda could only moan around the heavy column between her lips. She rocked her head back and forth against the bedding beneath her, gorging herself on the first few inches as hungrily as he devoured her, until the hunger spread. As he buried his face between her thighs and flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, Miranda craved more. She raised her head, inviting him deeper into her throat.

  As he gently fucked in and out of her mouth, she longed for more. She didn’t know how he could stand to be so patient. She never wanted to be rid of the sensation of him so hot and alive over her tongue. She wanted to lock her ankles around his thick neck and never let him out again, to move in this perfect harmony until pleasure and exhaustion took them.

  Becoming crazed beneath him, Miranda worked her lips around the thick circumference like he was a Popsicle. She felt the effects in her mouth, the insistent throb in the veins between her puckered lips, and yet he maintained this torturous pace even as she tucked her hand between them and jerked the fat length.

  His focus was entirely on his slow and feather-light exploration, and it was quickly driving her crazy.

  With a gurgle, Miranda lifted her entire body. She couldn’t take any more. He didn’t resist her, but the look he gave her as he rose to his knees, glistening cock in hand, was infuriatingly victorious.

  She could have bared her teeth at him and pushed him down, bitten the tantalising curve of his shoulder as she mounted him. She cursed necessity as she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a condom.

  Simon crooked an eyebrow as he surveyed the contents of the open drawer.

  ‘That’s an impressive buy,’ he said of her rabbit vibrator.

  She tore into the condom with what she was sure was a maniacal grin. ‘Best hundred bucks I ever spent. There’s a reason I’m not worried about waking the baby up: I know from experience how little sound carries in this place.’

  ‘Wait,’ he said as she went to unroll the condom over his dick. He resumed his earlier pose, dominating her bed. ‘I want to watch you get crazy while you ride me.’

  She rolled the condom down his dick with a snap. ‘You’re pretty sure of yourself.’

  ‘I have no reason not to be.’

  That arrogance stuck her like a pin, but she had to admit she found it a turn-on. His expression didn’t change. He knew what he had done to her with that smug tone, and if he relished the thought of proving himself any more, he would have licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

  Miranda wasted no time. She straddled him, settling on either side of his hips, and held onto his forearms as he reached between them and poised his cock at the entrance of the slippery home he had made.

  One tilt of his hips and he stretched her open, and once he laid hands on her hips and urged her down she was corked.

  He was a big boy, no question about that, but she was more than ready for him. Placing her hands over his, Miranda eased down slowly and bit her lip as the fat tip neared the sweet spot he had been playing with earlier. She could have screamed when he clamped down and kept her suspended, and she bucked to no avail.

  ‘Easy,’ he whispered with a hint of laughter. ‘I only get to do this for the first time once, and I want to enjoy it.’

  ‘Cut the sentimental bullshit,’ she growled at him, and squeezed her cunt around him.

  The sudden choking at the back of his throat was a small victory, but he didn’t loosen his grip.

  He shook his head and moved his hips in maddeningly shallow thrusts. ‘Sentiment’s got nothing to do with it: you’re as sweet and tight as I thought you were while I was playing with you, and I want to enjoy this for a few seconds.’

  Miranda arched her back, but it did little to put him off his stroke. She tried another tack, running her hands from his forearms to his elbows and giving him a pout.

  ‘Fuck me, baby,’ she coaxed him with a purr.

  It was a tactic she knew worked. She had learned it from Des during their brief foray into the bar scene. That innocent look and nibble had earned her free drinks every time.

  Simon saw right through it. Laughter exploded from him and he held tight. ‘That doesn’t work on a pro bullshitter like me.’

  ‘Sure it does.’ She hung her head, letting the waves of hair fall over her chest as she ran her hands across his hairy forearms. ‘I know what you were thinking in that car. You were thinking how much you just want to bury your cock in my pussy, and you knew how bad I wanted it. You know how bad I still want it. Do it.’

  She dug her nails in and leaned forward. She could see his resolve breaking down. That hungry look was back, becoming more ravenous with each passing moment, and his thrusts went deeper.

  ‘Make me go crazy,’ she went on, and he allowed her to lean further forward. Holding his gaze, she moaned as she rolled her hips, fucking only the tip of his cock, then looked down upon him. ‘Drive me out of my fucking mind.’

  ‘You’re a tricky girl,’ he murmured, and his grip loosened and moved to her ass as she sank down.

  She moaned again. This time it wasn’t for show. Every inch spread her open, and as she took almost all of him he squeezed down, spreading her open as he pushed up the rest of the way.

  He crushed his head back into the pillow as she rose, then let out a groan as she began to rock in search of that magnificent friction his fingers had found so easily earlier.

  ‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ he muttered, baring his teeth at her. ‘You were wrong. I was bullshitting you. That first look you gave me tonight when I asked if you wanted a ride, I wanted this.’

  ‘What happened to your chivalry?’ she asked as she ran her hands along his arms and clasped his wrists.

  ‘Like I said, my chivalry only lasts until I get what I want.’

  He pushed up, and Miranda used her grip on him to build that charge with him. For a few frustrating moments he filled her with steady strokes. She wanted more. She wanted the sharp sting that could only come from the urgent thrust of his hips. She
wanted go to crazy, but she wanted him to go with her.

  ‘You like that, though, don’t you?’ he asked suddenly, and resumed his controlled hold on her. ‘It’s written all over your face. You like that now that we’re here, you get to show off how much you love being fucked.’

  ‘You won’t let me show off.’ She emphasised her point by trying to buck the authority he held over her body, but her efforts only seemed to amuse him. ‘You’re just a brat.’

  He laughed as he pumped into her. ‘And you like that, too, don’t you?’

  ‘I do,’ she confessed giddily as he allowed her to bounce in time with him.

  The temptation to just keep bantering with him remained on her tongue, but as he finally handed the reins over to her she found it hard to do anything but expel the pressure in quick moans that escalated as he shook one hand free of her grip and toyed with her clit.

  Miranda held on and pushed up. She felt the strain in her arms and legs, but she didn’t care, not when her pleasure was intensified. It shook her whole body, and before she was able to escape the sudden swell, the bed rocked as the scoundrel beneath her surged up and drove hard and fast.

  As soon as she got a feeble hold of her wits, the bed became a battleground. Looking down her body at him, she saw the war in his eyes.

  She was his conquest and she knew she didn’t stand a chance, but she loved a good fight.

  The harder he pushed up, the harder she pushed back, and as the frenzy built up and the sounds of pleasure exploded all around them, she became less confident about the bedroom at the end of the hall being isolated enough.

  Still, she didn’t stop. He’d wanted her crazy, and in the hot rush of blood she gave in to the insanity.

  Leaving one hand upon him to keep her balance, Miranda joined her fingers with his around her clit and pushed down.

  She showed her weakness, her mounting pleasure, and Simon quickly exploited it with his greatest weapon: the aggravating swagger of his words.