“Wh-What?” I ask.
“Strip you out of this shirt and plant my head between your tits. I want to test their weight in my hand, pinch your hard, pebbled nipples, suck on them until you scream, and then mark them with my teeth. I want you to wake up the next day and see that you were owned the night before.”
My legs involuntarily spread as the dull throb between them becomes a pounding need. Breaker’s deep, raspy—sexy—voice, the one I heard through the wall once before, is breaking every ounce of restraint I have. He’s using it on me. Me.
I expect him to move his hand back down, but instead, he drags his thumb over my nipple again, and again . . . and again, causing a hiss to escape my lips.
I thrust my chest into his hand, wanting him to make good on what he said, but he retreats, and I groan in frustration.
“Breaker,” I say breathlessly.
“You need me, don’t you?” he asks, a sense of cockiness in his voice. Even that’s more of a turn-on than anything.
“Yes,” I whisper, wanting to shed my clothes.
Thankfully, he moves past my shorts and then right between my legs. I spread them in delicious anticipation, and to my delight, he slips two fingers along my slit. He doesn’t press inside, doesn’t even try to get me off, he just glides them over the sensitive skin. So I spread even wider, causing them to slip inside where he feels just how turned on I am.
“Fuck,” he says in such a tortured voice that I feel the rumble of it all the way down to my bones.
He removes his fingers, dragging my wetness up my stomach, and when I think he’s going back to my breast, he removes his hand from my stomach, and I watch in fascination as he slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them both.
My breath catches in my throat as he slides them past his lips and says, “I knew your pussy would be the sweetest thing I ever fucking tasted.”
“Breaker,” I say, my mind nearly exploding. “What . . . what are you doing?”
“Attempting to control myself,” he says.
“We’re . . . we’re drunk,” I say for some reason, maybe to make myself feel better for crossing a line with my best friend.
“We might be, but I’ve thought about tasting you for so goddamn long now.”
“What?” I ask, stunned. “N-No, you haven’t. This was . . . you were just showing me how I can be desirable.”
“Yeah, Lia,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. “You’re so fucking desirable.” And then he slips his hand back toward my breast, bringing his index finger up to my aching nipple, and pinches it.
“Oh God,” I groan, my hand falling between us, right against his hardened cock.
This is not what we do.
We don’t cross this line.
But feeling him so hard right now while he plays with my nipple makes me do something I don’t think I was ever prepared for. I dip my hand past his shorts and run my fingers down his boxer briefs, along his . . .
“Oh my . . . God,” I say breathlessly as he continues to twist my nipple. “Breaker, you’re . . . you’re huge.”
And he is.
Long.
Thick.
Easily the biggest I’ve ever felt.
My fingers work along the ridge of his veins through the fabric of his briefs and then back up to the head.
His breathing picks up, but he doesn’t stop turning me on, playing with my nipple.
I want more, so much more, so I turn all the way onto my side, facing him. I can barely see his face in the darkness of the night, but can see the outline of his carved jaw.
“I’m turned on,” I say as if he didn’t know that.
“So am I.”
“I want a release.”
“Me too,” he says.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. This is crossing a line.”
He doesn’t say anything to that. He just smooths his hand to my back and down my shorts, gripping my ass tightly.
“Breaker, I need you to say something. Tell me this is crossing a line.”
“I’m not going to say anything to stop this. Not a goddamn thing.”
“Why not?” I ask, my heart hammering.
“I think you know.”
I shake my head. “I don’t, Breaker. I don’t know.”
Once again, he remains silent, and just when I think he’s not going to do anything, he rolls onto his back. He pushes down the blankets, and then he grabs me. In one smooth motion, he lifts me on top of his lap, right over his erection.
“Oh God,” I breathe out heavily.