All the Broken Pieces: (Broken Series Book 3)

by Anna Paige

  He shifted himself so that he was stretched out beside me, propping himself up on one arm and never breaking our kiss. I playfully flicked his bottom lip with my tongue, running the tip all the way across and giving his lip a little nibble before opening further and inviting him in.

  Don’t do this. It’s not fair to him. He’s trying to be your friend, not your toy.

  I was making a mistake, but his mouth tasted so damn good… and I really wanted to see how the rest of him tasted.

  Wasn’t like I hadn’t made a million mistakes already; what was one more, right?

  He placed his hand on my face, cupping my jaw in a soft caress and deepening our kiss until my toes curled.

  But I didn’t want soft caresses; those didn’t chase away the pain. Tenderness only made it worse, drawing emotions to the surface instead of helping to burying them. I didn’t want him to make love to me. I didn’t want to have sex… I wanted to be fucked. No, I needed to be fucked. Pounded into oblivion.

  I shifted us until he was the one on his back and I was propped up above him. I absently pushed the shirt pillow under his head, mouth still locked on his as I moved to straddle his hips and ground myself into his erection. He moaned brokenly into my mouth and I returned the sentiment.

  Holy shit, he’s hard. And huge.

  Score!

  I pressed against him again, reveling in the friction.

  Brant’s hands shot up to grip my hips as he pushed up into me and rotated his pelvis.

  Fuck!

  I pulled my mouth from his and sat up straight, trailing my hands over the thin shirt covering his hard chest as I fought to assume control. He looked up at me with a sexy smirk but said nothing, allowing me to grind and thrust until I was throwing my head back at the exquisite friction.

  His hands moved from my waist toward my chest, slowly pulling my top along with it. I discarded my cardigan and watched his intent stare as my thin shirt revealed more and more of my flesh as he worked it up my body. When he got to my bra, he reached beneath my shirt and unsnapped the front clasp, freeing my heavy breasts and immediately palming them in his warm, work-calloused hands.

  The friction from his rough fingers was amazing.

  He was so focused on my chest that he gasped when I ground myself hard into his erection. His eyes flashed up to mine, a half-smile on his face as he thrust his hips up and slammed his hardness into the juncture of my thighs.

  Oh, God. So good.

  I leaned down over him, my hair framing my face like a curtain. “Please tell me you have a condom.” My voice was breathless and gravelly with desire.

  “Wallet. Back pocket.”

  I immediately grabbed his ass with both hands, wedging them between him and the bed liner until I found his wallet. I pulled it from his pocket with one hand and left the other on his ass, liking the feel of my fingers digging into it. Tossing the wallet to the side, I moved until I was straddling his knees and let go of his ass long enough to work his belt loose. I tugged it out and gave him a seductive grin as I trailed one end of the leather down his heaving torso. “Maybe I should hold onto this for later…” I pondered, loving his responding grin.

  “Absolutely.” There was a challenge in his eye. I nearly laughed because it was clear he thought he would be the one wielding it.

  Silly boy.

  I tossed the belt alongside his wallet and unbuttoned his pants. My eyes widened as I pulled down the zipper and several inches of his erection were revealed, unable to be contained by his boxer briefs. Without hesitation I dipped my head down to lick the head, making a soft sound of satisfaction in the back of my throat—where I hoped to have his cock in short order. A salty drop of pre-cum glistened on his tip as I looked up at him and slowly lapped it up with my tongue, making a mmm sound as I did.

  His dick twitched under my tongue, as if trying to free itself. He muttered a curse as I held his eye and trailed my tongue around and around his ridge, stopping to flick the spongy spot on the underside of his cock. His hands tangled in my hair, not pulling, not guiding, just looking for something to hold onto. I sat up and pulled his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them onto the toolbox that was mounted near the cab.

  The sound of his pocket change skittering across the toolbox and truck bed made us both laugh.

  And completely threw us out of the moment.

  When our eyes met next, there was a new awareness that hadn’t been there a moment before. The heat of the moment had abated and we were left with the glaring realization that we were about to cross a line.

  Brant looked up at me, cock still rigid and exposed. I was waiting for the questions to start. Are you sure you want to do this? Is this really going to help anything? You’re using me, right? Clearly, Brant was smart so there was no way my motives weren’t obvious to him. And once I told the truth—because I owed him that much—he would discard me just like everyone else.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I knew this was a mistake.

  “You need to forget, don’t you?” His question shocked me, mostly because it was more of an observation than an actual question, but also because of the way he said it with no judgment.

  I met his eye and what I found there wasn’t anger or hurt or pity or even lust… it was understanding. With one look he was letting me know that this was okay, that I wasn’t being a monster by using him this way. I couldn’t find my voice, was afraid that one uttered word would be all it took to break me, so instead I simply nodded.

  “Then take what you need, gorgeous. Whatever it is, however much, it’s yours.” His voice was strong and steady, his eyes trained on my face.

  Without another word, I pulled my top and bra off, sending them to join his pants on the toolbox, followed immediately by my pants and panties.

  Brant shucked off his shirt and did the same, muttering, “You know, I could have helped you out of those clothes, darlin’.”

  I shook my head. “Not necessary. I’m not interested in slow seduction, anyway.”

  His gaze swept the length of my body, taking a slow, hungry inventory. “Like I said… whatever you need.”

  I let him look his fill for a moment before I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth. I didn’t even bother to remove his underwear, pushing them out of the way but not willing to take the time necessary to remove them completely. I pulled up until only the tip of him was past my lips and met his gaze as I bobbed my head all the way down and took him to the back of my throat and beyond.

  Jesus, he was so long… so thick.

  I worked my throat around him, one hand trailing down his abs and the other cupping his balls as he moaned out my name and thrust in an attempt to drive himself even deeper. For long minutes I alternated between deep-throating him and performing what I liked to call tongue gymnastics on his impressive shaft.

  Every time he got close to orgasm, I would stop and give him nothing more than a few cursory licks for a minute or two, long enough to let him settle back down, then I’d slam his cock to the back of my throat again and hold it there until I was forced to pull back or pass out from lack of oxygen.

  This was my favorite game and I played it very well.

  After a while, I decided to mix things up and spun my body so that my knees were on either side of his head—sixty-nine style. I tucked my feet in the gap under the toolbox and used that as leverage to lower myself until I was just barely in reach of his eager mouth. While he struggled to get his tongue in my pussy, I returned my attention to sucking him off. I’d always loved the feeling of control that came with sucking cock. Like the old saying went, I might have been on my knees but I had him by the balls.

  And impressive balls they were.

  I returned to my sweet torture, letting him get right on the cusp of orgasm before pulling back and changing tactics. Sometimes I gave little licks, sometimes I turned my attention to his sac, but always I kept him from coming… that wouldn’t be happening any time soon and—when it did—it would be becau
se I allowed it.

  And only when I allowed it.

  His body was my playground and this game was all mine.

  Four

  Brant’s arms were wrapped around my thighs, trying desperately to pull my pussy onto his face. He’d lifted himself as much as our body positions would allow and was laving me with his tongue, but it was clear that he wanted more. He wanted to bury it all the way inside me but could only reach far enough to lap at my clit.

  He was making the most arousing sounds of want and frustration.

  Poor guy.

  Taking pity on him, I lowered myself onto his eager mouth and gasped as he immediately buried a surprisingly nimble tongue in my pussy. I groaned around the cock in my mouth which only spurred him on and made him thrust faster, both with his tongue and his hips, pushing himself all the way into my throat with a grunt.

  I immediately pulled back, knowing he was seconds from orgasm and smirked at the frustrated hiss that came from between my thighs. My shaking, wobbly thighs.

  His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking hard as his tongue worked me.

  The shaking intensified until I could barely hold myself up. Heat spread through my entire body and my breath caught in my throat.

  Dammit, no!

  I sat up with a start, pulling myself out of Brant’s reach and barely avoiding the orgasm that had nearly ruined everything.

  “Tease.” Brant mumbled, humor in his voice. “Five more seconds and I would have had you coming all over my tongue.”

  “Cocky much?” I rolled my eyes and moved my knees from around his head, grabbing his wallet and handing it to him so he could retrieve the condom while I took up position near his waist, just waiting for my chance to climb onto that glorious cock.

  “When your thighs are gripping my head like you’re trying to crack a walnut and the juices are flowing out of you like a damn faucet, I have good reason to be cocky, Red.” He smirked as he pulled out the foil pack and tossed his wallet onto the pile of clothes.

  I snorted at his arrogance though it actually turned me on. “If I hadn’t prevented it, you would have blown your load ten times.”

  He handed me the condom and winked. “I find it disturbing that you have so little faith in my self-control. Maybe I like to teeter on the brink, ever think of that?”

  Edging… A man after my own heart.

  “Is that a fact?” I purred as I rolled the condom down his smooth shaft. “Bet I can keep you on the edge long enough to regret that statement. And I know I can make you come first.” I raised a brow in challenge.

  “Not much of a bet, if you ask me. Sounds like even if I lose, I win.” He grinned and held out a hand to help me shift myself to straddle him.

  I reached between us and gripped his erection, lightly rubbing it along my seam. “Does that mean you’re in?”

  He glanced at where his head was pressing against my opening. “Not yet, but I will be in a second.” He gripped my hips and thrust up, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, causing us both to gasp and freeze at the exquisite feel of it. “Now I’m in, gorgeous.” He laid back and put his hands behind his head, watching me with a dare in his eyes. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  I rose up until he was barely inside me and slammed myself down so hard the truck’s shocks squeaked. “Let the games begin…”

  •••

  Nearly two mind-blowing hours later, I took pity on his writhing form and allowed him to come. His body shuddered so long I thought maybe he’d slipped into a damn seizure. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed and definitely the most powerful—for him to experience and for me to watch. My body tingled all over as I slowly rotated my hips, drawing out the last waves of his release until he finally stilled beneath me, chest heaving and eyes heavily hooded with satisfaction.

  “Looks like I won the bet.” The corner of my mouth curled up into a cocky smile as I leaned down to press my lips to his.

  He was still fighting for breath but managed to shake his head and mutter, “I wouldn’t call an orgasm like that a loss, darlin’. Not by a long shot.”

  “I’ll add that one to the list.” I chuckled, pushing his unruly hair from his face.

  He glanced down at where we were still joined, pushing his hips up one last time and giving an involuntary jerk. “What list?” he asked absently, clearly in the afterglow zone.

  “I call it ‘things losers say…’“ I smirked down at him. “Now, time for the loser to pay the price.” I raised my body off his, leaving him sitting on the back seat all alone. He chuckled deeply and hastily removed the condom, depositing it in a plastic bag that had been tucked under the front seat.

  We’d moved inside the truck during one of my purposeful pauses about an hour before. He’d been right about the bed liner, it was kind of painful on my bare flesh after a good hour of riding his impressive cock.

  Luckily, the truck had a surprisingly spacious back seat, allowing me to ride him in a variety of positions and bring him close to climax so many times I’d lost count. Now, though, it wasn’t the backseat I wanted.

  It was the wide console between the two front seats.

  I moved over to it, turning back to face him as I took a seat on it and laid back until my entire back rested on the badged leather top. Once I was situated, I parted my legs wide and watched his hungry gaze fall to my bare pussy. His tongue did an involuntary sweep of his lower lip as I moved my slender fingers between my legs and began slowly tracing a path down my inner thighs.

  “Like what you see?” I asked him, intentionally sounding breathless and wanton.

  “I’d like it better if I could taste it.” He moved to do just that but I stopped him with a shake of my head.

  “No, no, no, loser boy. You had your fun, now I get to have mine.” I pointed to the seat he was edging his way off of. “You keep your ass in your seat. It wouldn’t be a punishment if you got to play, now would it?”

  He cocked a brow, confused. “But…”

  “Nope.” I cut him off, reveling in the shudder that passed through him when I started to slowly rub my clit with the tips of my index and middle fingers. “Your punishment is to watch me come without you. You don’t get to touch,” I scissored my fingers open, revealing even more of my wet core to him. “Or taste.” I flicked my clit lightly and gave a little moan. “Or push that rock-hard cock inside me.” I slid my middle finger inside and slowly pumped it in and out. “This orgasm is going to be all me, baby.”

  He growled low in his throat as he watched me add a second finger and throw my head back, fingering myself furiously until I was so close to orgasm my legs shook. Knowing his eyes were on me, knowing he was dying to lick me, finger me, fuck me… that was the thought that turned me on the most.

  And knowing that this orgasm would never be his. Not ever.

  Labored breaths and soft whimpers were the only sound. The whimpers were from me. The harsh, heavy breathing… that was all Brant.

  I lifted my head to meet his eye and saw such hunger there, so much want… want that I was denying him, using to punish him, thriving on and thrilling from. The longer he held my eye, the closer my orgasm crept until I was crying out, the spasming walls of my pussy squeezing and releasing my probing fingers.

  He didn’t blink, didn’t even seem to breathe as he played voyeur to my one-woman show. I continued to slowly press in and out for a while afterward, not wanting to stop teasing him despite my swollen opening being hyper sensitive in my post-orgasmic state. I sighed contentedly and gave him a wink, loving the desire in his eyes.

  “You keep doing that and all bets are off.” He warned, his voice gravelly and menacing.

  “Doing what?” My voice was innocent, sweet… a complete contrast to the situation given that I was still lazily thrusting my fingers in and out of my pussy.

  He gave me a wry look, barely able to tear his gaze from the juncture of my thighs. “You know damn well what you’re doing. The punishment should have ended w
hen your orgasm did. Anything beyond that is you trying to draw out the torture, which is bullshit. Now, either stop teasing me or you’re going to have a lot more than a couple of fingers buried in that sweet pussy, Red.”

  The look on his face made it clear that it wasn’t an idle threat.

  I nearly came again right there.

  And that scared the shit out of me because the last thing that should be turning me on was some guy trying to take control. The control was mine and mine only. Always would be. I’d never give that up, not for anyone.

  Yep, that did it. My arousal was officially gone.

  I slowly removed my hand from between my legs and sat up, jumping slightly when Brant leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, plunging my dripping fingers in his mouth.

  My breath caught in my chest at the look of rapture on his face as he licked and sucked until all traces of my arousal were gone. Devoured.

  When he was finished, he placed a series of kisses from my palm to my wrist before pulling me close enough to capture my mouth. The searing heat of his full lips made my desire flare anew. God, he was a good kisser. Alternating between demanding and tender: hard and punishing one minute, soft and seductive the next. By the time he moved to my jawline, my body felt like it was engulfed in flames.

  A pitiful whimper escaped me as he trailed the tip of his tongue down my neck, causing him to chuckle against my throat.

  “You okay there, gorgeous?” I could hear the smirk on his face. “Like being teased?”

  I fought to find my voice, to make it sound unaffected. “I’m fine. Bored, actually.” Right. Might have been more convincing if I hadn’t moaned it. Shit. He was trying to turn the tables on me.

  He laughed smugly, sucking on the flesh between my throat and collarbone before quickly sitting back, cocky grin in place. “Yeah, those shallow breaths and the way you’re clenching your thighs together are clear indications of your boredom.”

  Clearing my throat, I gave him a bland look. “Fine. I guess I had that coming. We even now?”

  “For the moment.” He grinned.