Breached (Breach #4)

by K. I. Lynn

  I was consumed, driven by greed for her skin. The door hadn’t even slid closed and I was on her, my mouth tasting, biting, marking her while my hips showed her just how much I needed to be inside her.

  We stumbled down the hallway, all due to my inability to let her walk thirty fucking feet without every inch of my body attached to hers.

  Getting the door unlocked took so much time I was about to say “fuck it,” pull her skirt up, and shove my cock in.

  I didn’t care about neighbors or someone seeing us, nothing except getting my dick inside her again. The beast and I were one, in search of the same end goal, unable to stop.

  Nothing could stop me.

  The door opened and wasn’t even closed when I pinned her against the wall. Her eyes were hooded as her arms drew me closer.

  “I want your hands and lips on me. You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Mr. Thorne.”

  “Fuck.” If she called me Mr. Thorne again, I was going to tear her pussy up. “What about my cock?”

  “I want it in my pussy where it fucking belongs.”

  “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” My voice was low and rough. “You make me so hard; you better be ready to work your ass off for my come.”

  “More,” she begged as she worked on undoing the buttons of my shirt. She was so worked up, her head falling to my chest as her body moved against me.

  “Excited, my little whore? Yes, that’s what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that’s not good, letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your pussy, and,” I paused, my grip on her ass tightening, “in your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.”

  I wanted all of her holes.

  A small moaned slipped from her lips before her fingers frantically worked to unbutton my shirt.

  Panic coursed through me when she grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to pull it up. I immediately moved her hand to my belt and away from exposing my scars.

  A few rushed movements and all thought of my scars vanished from of my mind when her hand wrapped around my cock. Her hand was cool, but I barely noticed because of the heat that raced through me from her touch.

  My hips jerked, an involuntary reaction to her tongue hitting the sensitive underside of my cock head. When she took me between her lips, they then began more instinctive movements to get more of my throbbing cock into her hot mouth.

  A groan rumbled through my chest as I watched her take more and more until she was so far down I could feel her throat contracting around me. “That’s it, take it all. I’ll fuck your mouth until I come, and you’ll fucking swallow all of it. Do you understand?”

  She let out a moan. “Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth.”

  “You think you own my cock, don’t you?” I growled and slapped her cheek with the head of my cock. I repeated that a couple of times before running it along her bottom lip. “You don’t, little whore. You don’t own it, but you will take it.”

  I shrugged out of my jacket, losing the restrictive fabric so I could get a better grip on her. With one hand I pushed on the back of her head while the other got my tie undone. Once free, I tangled my hands in her hair, taking control of the speed and depth that she took me in. I fucked her face with ferocity. A wild abandon that had her gagging as I pushed her all the way to the base.

  Fucking perfection.

  “Get your ass up here and let me fuck you the way you love it: hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I taunted her. “It’s what I want. To stretch you open and have your pussy suck me back in.”

  I wanted to be inside her and never leave. Pain seared in my chest, honest with myself for the first time.

  I ripped the rest of her clothes off until she was completely naked except for her bra. Small dots cast a shadow on the fabric, and I bit down on one of them before sucking it into my mouth.

  “Oh, God!” she cried.

  “Not God, baby…Nathan. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.”

  A flick of her bra, and it was where it belonged—on her floor. I glanced around for the perfect place for her to ride me and ended up pulling her to the living room. I pushed my slacks further down my legs, then sat on the couch, drawing her down with me.

  With her legs straddling my own, her pussy was open and inviting.

  “You’re so fucking wet. Was this from sucking my cock?” I asked as I got my fingers as wet as possible and moved them to press against her ass. My cock wanted in there so badly. “You’re so uptight and frigid. I should warm you up, then shove my cock in your ass. Fucking shoot my load up there.”

  She said nothing, but her hips told me everything, especially the moan that left her each time her clit moved against my cock.

  “Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”

  “Please. I want everything you want to give me.”

  Stop stalling and fuck her!

  Part of me had never learned patience, but I had learned that teasing only got her hotter.

  I slipped my fingers inside her again as I slapped my cock against her clit. She leaned forward, and I stared at her tits as she began to ride my fingers.

  “That’s it, baby, you love my cock deep inside you. You need me to fill you.”

  I needed inside her. Needed to fuck her. I needed the pleasure to wipe out the pain, even for a few minutes. I pressed my middle finger against her ass. “Have you ever had a cock up here?” I asked. She shook her head, but a whimper came out. What kind of answer was that? “Don’t lie to me, slut.”

  “None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”

  Fuck, yes. A grin spread on my face as victory stared back at me in the form of a woman begging me to fuck her.

  “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there. Soon.” As I pulled my fingers out of her, the image of both her holes stuffed entered my mind. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck her while she had a toy in her ass or pussy. Or maybe both holes taken by toys, teasing her while I fucked her face. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”

  “Y–yes.”

  “My cock likes the sound of that, and,” I glanced down between us, “so does your pretty little pussy.”

  A clear drop of precome slid down from the tip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. With my hands on her hips, I drove up as I pulled her down.

  “Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me.” My grip tightened as I recovered from the shock and lifted her before pulling her back to me again.

  “Deeper,” she moaned.

  “Deeper?” I pulled out, leaving just the tip.

  “Fucking tease,” she hissed as she let her weight go and sank back down.

  Tease? Yes, and she was going to take it without complaint.

  “Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” I flipped our positions so that she was below me and drilled her into the couch. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”

  And she did. All of it. From every time before, the harsh words and the names to the hair pulling and spanking. She fucking loved everything I gave her. And I gave her eight fucking inches all the way to the base.

  “That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”

  The feel of her nails digging into my arm along with her screaming my name spurred me on. She was squeezing me, her walls contracting around me as I continued to pound into her.

  I lost the ability to think, words and moans spilling from my mouth, hips driven by the need to empty my balls inside her. She was so fucking beautiful beneath me. A fucking goddess for the way she made me feel.

  For the third time I was inside her, and there still was no getting enough. I held the
back of her neck in my hand, our bodies chest to chest as I sucked and nipped at her neck. When that wasn’t enough, I clamped my teeth down on the meat of her shoulder while I slammed into her. She arched into me, her pussy squeezing me again.

  Fuck.

  “You’re going to come.”

  I pressed my lips to her and groaned, the sound passing between us. It wasn’t enough. I needed harder, faster. My body begged for the furious tempo.

  Grabbing onto her legs, I placed them on my shoulders. It was an even deeper angle, and I loved how it made her even tighter.

  “Oh God!” she cried out as I pounded her.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.”

  “More.”

  Fuck, I loved it when she begged for more. “Shit! Fuck, baby, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” The words stammered out as the blissful white started to take over, pushing out thought.

  “Fuck, Nate. Yes!” she screamed as she clenched around me.

  Every muscle vibrated as she milked me. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”

  I pulled my hips back, removing my cock, determined to mark another part of her. A few pumps and time seemed to slow as I watched my come shoot out and land on her skin. The pearly drops reached her breasts on the first shot, the others landing on her stomach.

  Fucking perfect work of art.

  “Shit, that is the best fucking sight in the world. You look so fucking good covered in me.” I moved my cock around her skin, spreading the last few drops that fell, watching as it soaked into her skin.

  “That was… God, I can’t describe it,” she said as she reached up and pushed away a few strands of hair.

  I knew exactly what she meant. As much as I hated to admit it, she was my perfect sexual match.

  “I know.”

  I smiled down at her, watching as more of it dried and settled in.

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning. You’re buying.”

  Demands now?

  I let out a chuckle. “How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?”

  “I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”

  I smirked down at her just to tease her more while I stood and pulled my pants back up to my hips. My lack of response only made it sweeter, especially when I headed toward the door.

  “Asshole!” she yelled from the couch.

  “You mean ‘thank you!’” I said with a snort as I made my way out and into the hall.

  It was as I waited for the elevator that the high I felt began to wear off, leaving me once again trying to convince myself that it couldn’t happen again. The part that bothered me the most was the lie of an agreement I gave myself.

  No, it can’t happen again. At the same time, Yes, I want to be inside her and all around her and never fucking stop.

  I wanted to fuck her again and again and again until there was nothing left of both of us. The sad fact was that my reality didn’t allow it.

  Fucking the same woman more than a few times was a relationship, and that was something I couldn’t afford.

  CHAPTER 13

  I stared up at the club where I’d spent many nights trolling for sex and picking up women. The neon of the signage lit up the parking lot.

  Why did I agree to this?

  Because what’s ours is in there, with other males.

  As she should be. Finding someone who isn’t fucked up beyond repair.

  The beast rattled at the bars, making me close my eyes and crane my neck, pulling at the tight muscles.

  “Nate, how’s it hanging, man?” Jerome, the bouncer, asked as I stepped up.

  We shook hands, and I smiled. “Good. How’s your wife doing?”

  “Aw, man.” He shook his head and circled his arms out in front of him. “About like this. She’s due in six weeks and more than ready for him to come out.”

  My smile faltered, but I picked it back up, forced it to reach my eyes. “That’s awesome! I didn’t know she was pregnant.”

  He smiled and shrugged. “Well, you ain’t been around to tell.”

  I nodded. “It’s been a busy time.”

  “Well, go on. Lots of hotties in there tonight. Go get you some.”

  I nodded and waved at him. “Have a good night.”

  “I’ll see your ass on the way out.”

  There was a sense of familiarity as I stepped inside. Looking around, there was a definite difference from six months ago. It felt like every time before, I was in a fogged-over, dream-like haze. Almost like I was seeing things clearly.

  Then again, everything about me was blurred. All the way to the point when I met Lila. She was the shift for everything, all I could think about. She was the reason I was chaos incarnate.

  The club was dimly lit with colored lights moving across the dance floor. At the bar, Alex was working his smile as he made a crowd of girls some drinks. There were tall tables by the bar and shorter ones on the edge of the dance floor, which was a few feet below the bar. Surrounding the rest of the floor against the walls were about a dozen half-moon booths.

  I scanned each space, looking for my coworkers, searching for…

  Shit. I am not searching for her.

  Of course we are. She’s why we came.

  Can’t you just shut up?

  No. Not until you let me out.

  You’re nothing but trouble.

  We can work together, behave, even out.

  I froze the second I saw her profile, watched her head tip back as she took a shot. Her tongue swiped across her lips, and the image shot straight to my dick. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching her from a different vantage point as she socialized—a rarity.

  I stepped toward her, my feet acting almost on their own. Her posture straightened and she froze, her gaze locked on the glass in front of her.

  “Hey, Nathan, you made it!” Caroline said with a smile.

  I didn’t miss the glare Lila shot her as they all scooted around to give me some space to sit. She refused to look at me, to acknowledge me, and it pissed me off.

  I wasn’t someone she could ignore.

  My seat was right next to her, and as I sat down, I made sure to crowd her so much that our bodies touched at the shoulder and legs. There were no hands involved, but even that level sent a ripple down my spine. Lust and desire mixed with the anger and frustration.

  “Wouldn’t have missed it,” I said with a smile.

  Still no response or reaction from her, so I leaned into her. “Lila.”

  Being so close, I felt her tense, watched the bob of her throat as she swallowed before she turned to finally look at me.

  “Nate.”

  Holy fuck. How much had she had to drink before I got there? Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed, and the smile on her lips had my cock thumping to life. She was pliable, vulnerable, and more alluring than I’d ever seen before.

  I drew in a sharp breath, my jaw clenching to shut it down before anyone noticed. It was a test to keep from fucking pulling her out the back door, shoving her chest into the brick wall, and fucking some sense into her. She was a fucking mark for any guy in there.

  “I’m surprised to see you out.”

  “Oh, we used to see him here all the time,” Ian said. “Been months, dude. We thought you fell off the face of the earth or something. Finally find yourself a steady girl?”

  I let out a laugh. Once upon a time, I’d tried to pick Caroline up. Ian didn’t like it, but somehow we created a bar friendship and I’d often sit with them.

  “So, you’re a manwhore? Should have known,” Lila said, clearly, to me, annoyed.

  I wanted to correct her. For some reason, I wanted her to understand. I wasn’t a manwhore, but just a man. Relationships were out, but I wasn’t going to live like some celibate monk for the rest of my life. My fucking PTSD made damn fucking
sure of that.

  She was ignoring me, giving me the cold shoulder.

  I leaned into her again. “It was just sex, Delilah. Fucking.”

  Her eyes unfocused, face relaxing as her mask slipped.

  I glanced around the table, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to us before moving my hand to her leg. First light circles with my thumb, then I added more pressure.

  “I don’t want them.”

  Nothing. She was reserved, not melting into my touch, and I fucking hated it. I wanted her breath to pick up, her thighs to relax open. I wanted to know I was getting to her, and she refused to play along.

  “I need another drink,” she said.

  Every muscle froze, my hand tightening on her leg.

  “Are you sure that’s wise?” I asked as I glanced down to the lineup of empty glasses in front of her. While she had shut me out, she was still vulnerable to others, and more alcohol was only going to increase her allure to every fucker in the room, myself included.

  “Are you my fucking father? No, I didn’t think so. Let me the fuck up so I can get another drink.”

  She was defiant, which was a strength I wasn’t sure she understood she possessed. Her nails dug into my arm as she pushed, forcing me to move or cause a scene. Since tipping Caroline off was the last thing I wanted to do, I relented, but looked after her as she walked away.

  It was hard to take my eyes off her and return my attention to Caroline and Ian.

  “No drink?” Ian asked.

  I let out a chuckle, my lip twitching up. “You guys distracted me. Be right back.”

  Ian nodded while Caroline leaned into him.

  My trek to the bar was an exercise in recognizing Lila in a crowd of women in a dark room. Getting a drink was the perfect excuse to walk right the fuck up to Lila and crowd her, let any fucking bastard who was watching see that she was owned.

  And I fucking owned her.

  All I had to do was find her.

  I was halfway down the length of the bar when movement at the end of the bar caught my attention. She’d somehow gotten a drink and instead of heading back to the table, was heading to the dance floor.

  Watching her walk onto the dance floor and start swaying her hips was torture. She was prey, and as she passed by, more than one predator started toward her. All the men there touching her, thinking that because she was there they had some right to be physical with her.