Breaking to Breathe

by Lisa N. Paul

  "Fuck, your touch is incredible,” he moaned into her mouth as she ran her hands down his rippled abs. The pads of her fingers moved over multiple scars and old wounds. Her mind quickly catalogued them, but she never paused long enough to call any attention to the fact that she knew they were there. He can have his secrets; you can have yours.

  As her tongue traveled to his neck, her fingers found the button to his jeans. His breath held as the sound of the zipper filled the quiet room.

  Excitement spurred through her as she lowered his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor. He was gloriously naked and standing before her like an unwrapped present. She couldn’t wait to play with her new gift for the first time.

  Sex was the one thing he hadn’t taken from her. It was the one thing they didn’t force her to share. Sex was hers to give freely, even if she had nothing else left. The only time she ever fully came out from her protective shell was when she was in the arms of a lover; as long as it was dark…and temporary, and as long as she could hide her vulnerability behind the veil of obscurity.

  Pressing herself closer to him, she was melting into his heat, his skin, and his heartbeat. Her hands glided up over his shoulders and down his broad back. His muscles and sinew rippled under her touch as he growled and yanked her closer.

  “My God, Angel, your hands are like fucking silk.” His voice was ragged, hoarse, and sexy as sin, as he continued to talk, she continued to melt. “I bet your pussy is as soft as your fingertips and as sweet as your lips. Mmm, I can’t wait to eat that juicy cunt and tease your clit with my tongue until you’re screaming my name as you’re coming all over my face.” Cate’s breaths were shallow, causing her lace covered breasts to heave against his chest. “Hmm, you like when I talk dirty, don’t you, Red?”

  “Yes,” she stated, trying for a casual response but replying in a breathy tone.

  She’d always enjoyed dirty talk and naughty play, but it was different with him. With other men, the words seemed forced, a role they were playing to go with a costume two sizes too large. But with Kyle—he owned each word, each thought, and each action. That made his every move blazing hot. Even watching him at the bar, seeing the way he callously dismissed the poor, misguided woman—who thought the way to a man’s heart was just behind his zipper—turned her on in a way she’d been embarrassed about. A way she’d never admit out loud.

  “Let’s see what else you like.” He wrapped his large hands around her waist and pulled her flush against his groin. His hard shaft ground into her lace-covered mound, releasing flutters in her belly that hadn’t been felt in way too long, if ever before. Her eyes rolled in back of her head while she emitted a sigh of the pleasure she knew was yet to come.

  She wanted this man more than she could ever remember wanting anyone else. Therefore, with the darkness blanketing the room, she was ready to hand over control and just let go.

  Standing pressed against him, her confidence evident, but her control wavering as she trembled with his every touch, his angel had all but dismissed almost every rule he’d had ever made for hooking up with chicks, and he agreed to her demands with barely a thought.

  Although seeing the way she responded to the feather-like kisses he planted on her neck as he slid the delicate bra straps down her rounded shoulder blades, he realized two things. First, he couldn’t care less if he broke every rule he ever set as long as she was in his bed with him. Second, he didn’t realize he knew how to do “feather-like” anything. Interesting.

  Sweeping her hair to the side, he continued to lick and suck down the column of her neck. Her skin smelled like cinnamon with a hint of vanilla. She shivered when he nibbled where the base of her neck met her shoulder. “Ahh, this is a sweet spot for you, Angel, huh?”

  With her eyes closed and her head tipped slightly to the right, she nodded. Kyle grinned, “No, Red. Open your eyes and look at me. I wanna watch you fall apart under my touch.”

  Reluctantly, her lids fluttered open. “You’re pretty cocky for a man who hasn’t even gotten his girl naked yet.”

  Kyle chuckled. She was good, a manipulative little thing. But he was better. He may have given in to her other demands, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let her top him in the bedroom. Nope, they would have exactly what they wanted and needed from tonight, but they were gonna enjoy it at his pace.

  “Get on my bed, Angel.” His voice dropped lower as he stroked her skin with nothing more than his gaze. “But first, shoes off. Panties off.” He watched as she reached her arm behind her torso, tugging on the clasp of her lacy lingerie. “Uh huh.” He shook his head slightly, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a partial grin. “Bra stays on, Red.” Her puzzled expression heated his blood and hardened his cock. It took only a few seconds for her to understand that he received her teasing message, and he planned to call her bluff. With a slow nod, she followed his order and stepped out of her heels, shimmied the black thong down her mile long legs, and stalked to his bed like a panther—slow and stealthy from the bottom to the top. Shifting from her knees, she sat on her heels with her knees parted widely, a submissive pose if he’d ever seen one, and waiting for his next command with the same hunger burning in her eyes that he had flaming in his gut.

  The soft glow from the street lanterns gave him enough light to see the sheer perfection that was her body. Yards and yards of creamy skin, perfectly round breasts cradled behind the black lace, a taut waist lined with muscle but still impossibly smooth looking, and miles of legs folded beneath her—from ankle to thigh with her pussy notched in between. His eyes were drawn to her folds, waxed, pink, and already glistening with her juices.

  Always wanting the upper hand, needing silence while he fucked so numbness could take over his pain, he had no idea what to do with the sudden urge he had to hear this woman’s voice.

  As if she could read his mind and feel his turmoil, she slicked her tongue across her bottom lip. “You made me promises, Kyle.” Her voice was low and raspy. “You gonna live up to them or should I start taking care of myself?” Her long fingers slowly began to trail from her knee up her inner thigh. She never broke eye contact as her first digit was about to touch her slit.

  “If you move another inch,” he growled his warning, “I’ll make Goddamn sure you don’t come the rest of the night.” He sat down on his bed, grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her in for a violent kiss. Fuck, she did it again, he thought as he swept his arm under her legs and laid her down properly on the mattress. This woman was going to challenge him all night, and he couldn’t fucking wait.

  The man lit her up like a Christmas tree. Every nerve ending was sparkling and raw, and he’d barely touched her. Sure, she loved sex and tended to be more assertive during the act than the average woman, but never had she been so teasing, so light-hearted, and so goddamn wanton. Each time she goaded him with her taunts, his green eyes grew dark, his nostrils flared, and his thick cock bobbed with what could only be desire. He was sex personified, and she was gluttonous. She intended to spend the night gorging on Kyle to the point that when their time came to an end, she’d have the memories burned into her brain.

  Kneeing her thighs apart, he rested his long body between her legs. His hard cock stayed at her opening but didn’t try to breach it. All of his naked weight felt delicious on her sensitive skin. He ran his palm up her waist, over her ribs, and stopped at that the cup of her bra, pinching her nipple through the fabric until it stood erect. God, it felt good. Her breasts were highly erogenous, but her nipples, Christ, she could practically come from nipple stimulation and the right amount of dirty talk. She was growing wet from the little he was doing just then. He grinned, as if knowing exactly what his touches were doing to her body, lowered his head, and took her sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking hard until she couldn’t hold back the raw moan that came from deep in her throat. With his gaze locked on her, Kyle switched his mouth to the other breast while rolling the still moist, lace-covered nipple with his finger and thumb.

>   Cate arched her back and pulled his head closer to her breasts, silently begging for more. She wanted to tear off her bra. Hell she’d bury it. She just needed his mouth on her bare skin.

  “Beg for it, Red.”

  “Hmm?” She was lost, lust filled, and ready to do what he wanted, had she a clue what it was.

  Kyle’s dimple flashed as his nasty side made her wanna be just as dirty. “Beg me. Beg me to rip off your lace and suck on your tits. Tell me you want my tongue licking your nipples, my teeth grazing your skin, and my fingers deep inside of you. Beg me, Angel, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

  Digging her nails into his hard triceps, Cate groaned, “Please, Kyle, I need your mouth on my tits. I need your fingers in my pussy. Please, make me come.” Tearing lace was followed by a hot mouth and a sharp bite. “Oh, God, that feels…so good.” Laving the spot he bit with his tongue, he slipped two thick fingers into her tight channel, spreading the moisture that was quickly gathering.

  There was no denying the man had skills. How he obtained them didn’t bother her at all; she was just thrilled to be benefitting. Greedily sucking on her breasts while sliding in and out of her opening, he had her dizzy with pleasure. Rotating his wrist, he easily found the magical spot very few had found before and began rubbing circles over the tender flesh while stroking his thumb across her engorged clit.

  “I can smell you, Angel. So sweet and aroused, just for me.” His rhythm was perfect as each pulse drove her higher. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. Next time, Red. Next time, I’ll taste your cream.”

  “Oh my fucking God.” His words were driving her to the edge. She lifted her hips to meet his hand, adding even more friction to an already perfect combination. Giving each nipple one more bite, Kyle lifted his head and stared directly into her eyes. Cate barely saw him, lost in a pool of euphoric lust, her body being held together by sheer will and nothing else. Each breath was a conscious decision required so she wouldn’t pass out from lack of oxygen, a small tid-bit that had been neglected a few times in her past. Checkered spots invaded her sight as Kyle’s movement brought her higher than she’d ever gone before and then…

  “Come, Angel. Let go.” His command was rough as he stroked both her sweet spot and her clit once more. Cate’s world stopped moving as she melted into a boneless puddle. Everything she had ever known about sex disintegrated into dust as the orgasm Kyle coaxed from her reverberated in her soul.

  Kyle leaned in and kissed her lips hungrily. “Promise kept, Red.”

  Umm, yeah, she thought, trying to steady her breaths, promises were definitely kept. She’d never experienced anything like that before in her life. Shit. That was amazing. As if her body knew it would be forever ruined for other men, it started revving up for the next go round.

  Her fingertips traipsed over Kyle’s strong chest, tracing the tattoos that covered each pec. In the dark it was hard to make out what the artwork was, but she could faintly see what appeared to be a scale of justice over his left side. One of the sides of the scale looked sinister while the other appeared empty. Cate mentally shook off the eerie feeling and moved on to the rest of his warm skin. She made small circles over his nipple, licking the flat brown disc and pulling it between her teeth. His dick pulsed between her thighs, the heady sensation of his arousal making her wet and excited. While one of her hands moved into his thick black hair, pulling him down to her, allowing her to claim his lips, the other arm skated south, moving across ink and scars inching to his center.

  He hissed when her cool hand wrapped around his dick. It nearly unmanned him watching her fall apart beneath him, but seeing the glint of mischievousness in her light brown eyes made him want for more. Where he’d never had problems demanding his needs be met before, he now found himself at loss for all words.

  With his body ready to erupt, Kyle slid off to her side, forcing some space between himself and the stunning woman next to him. Fuck, he wanted her. He wanted her hands back on him. Hell, he wanted…

  “Beg for it, dirty man, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

  “Fuck…I want your sexy lips wrapped around my cock, Red. I wanna see your eyes as you take me down and know that the angel that saved my life is now rocking my fucking world. Please…” The fact that he’d never asked for anything sexually in his life was not lost on him, nor was the fact that he’d flat grovel if the outcome was her full pink mouth around his aching dick.

  All thoughts scattered like marbles on tile as she rose to her knees and drifted her hands down his torso to his erection.

  Shifting her body around, she was no longer beside him but between his muscular thighs. Even in the dark, he saw when her whisky irises lifted to meet his as she lowered her head to his throbbing member.

  “Fuck,” he groaned at the first swipe of her tongue across his sensitive cock head. She gave him two more sultry licks while keeping her eyes locked on his, then opened her mouth slowly, fitting the crown into the warm cavern. Humming while suckling his cock, she took him back into her throat, swallowing inch by inch. She was a vixen, a goddess, his sexual equal, and his mentor all wrapped in one.

  “Fuck, Angel…fuck.”

  She moaned, and the vibrations built up inside him, a steady rise to an orgasm that was sure to ruin him.

  Threading his fingers through her fiery auburn hair, he tugged, stopping her fluid movements. Mourning the loss of her warmth before she fully pulled away, Kyle sucked in a deep breath, trying to contain the desire begging for release. Popping him from her mouth, her brows lifted in confusion as she pulled her bottom lip, now beautifully swollen from being draped around him, between her teeth.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” His voice was pure gravel—almost unrecognizable to his own ears. “I don’t wanna come in your mouth…yet.” Was he insane to think she appeared disappointed? He sat up and cupped her face in his large hand. “I can’t wait to release down your throat and watch as you take everything I have to give you, but first… I wanna slide into you. I can’t wait to feel your hot pussy around my cock. Fuck, Angel, I could come just thinking about it.”

  He felt goose bumps cover her arms as he stroked his knuckles from her wrists to her shoulders. She shivered, and her breaths became shallow as his hands once again found her firm breasts.

  “God, Kyle.” Her tone was sultry and needy. Her hand found its way back to his erection, her thumb brushing over the bead of moisture waiting impatiently at the slit. “I want you inside me.” She laid back into the pillows, pulling him forward and onto her.

  “Red, if I swear I’ve never gone bare-back before, can we forget about the condoms?” Desperation filled his tone.

  She giggled, stroking his hard dick. “No fucking way, Dirty Man.” Groaning, Kyle reached into his night table and grabbed a rubber. She plucked it from his grasp and rolled it down his length in the most sensual way, making even the application of protection something he’d never forget.

  With her long legs wrapped around his waist, he guided himself into her welcoming body, slowly until he bottomed out. “Fuuuck me.”

  “I thought I was already doing that.” She lifted her hips, and they both groaned. Even seated deep inside of her, he wanted more.

  “You are so fucking tight.” His voice was strangled as he rocked in and out of her sweet cunt. Having already been close to the edge before, he knew his time was limited, and his goal was to get her off again before blowing his load. What was happening to him? One orgasm per customer, if they were lucky; he never gave a shit about satisfying them again. For some reason with her, it mattered. He wanted to watch her splinter again and again.

  Wedging his hand between them, he glided over her clit. Her body shook as he focused on the small bundle of nerves.

  “Oh. Yes, yes, that feels…uhh.” She dissolved into moans and cries as he continued to push into her, with her pussy tightening around him, milking him. He groaned as his own release rocked through his body like an earthquake, bringing down
little pieces of his foundation all around him.

  “Angel, are you okay?” He saw what appeared to be a glimmer near the corner of her eye. Was she crying?

  “I’m perfectly happy,” she said, wiping at her eye and snuggling close to his side. The thought washed away in his post-orgasmic bliss.

  As they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, he was already planning their next go round. He had a feeling this woman would continue to visit his dreams, but now, he’d look forward to the sleep.

  Cate lay in Kyle’s bed. Sweat from their frantic fucking was finally drying, leaving chill bumps up and down her torso. He’d fallen asleep after their third go round, and by the sound of his soft even breaths, she’d guess he was out for the night.

  She, on the other hand, was anything but sleepy. Sex always left her feeling energetic and ready to take on the world. The only time she ever let her guard down and her true self come out was during the physical connection of sex. In those moments, she was able to disconnect her mind from her body and just allow herself to feel. Touch with touch, skin on skin, breath to breath, it was all quite decadent and delectable, but all fleeting.

  Her body was the only thing that wasn’t damaged all those years ago. Luckily, she still had a small piece of herself that was an escape from the loneliness of the world she’d created to keep her safe. She knew she was one of the lucky ones, and on nights like this one, when her body thrummed in sexual satisfaction she was reminded that her life wasn’t that bad, even if the loneliness was beginning to catch up to her more and more.

  Inhaling quietly not to disturb him, she slid off of the king-sized bed and crept over to the pile on the floor to fish for her clothes. Holding the garments close to her naked body, she looked over at the sexy man sleeping peacefully in the bed. “God, you’re beautiful.” Even though she could barely hear her own whisper, the need to say it out loud was overwhelming.