Breaking Away

by Toni Aleo

  Chuckling, Phillip finally removed his hand and, before she knew it, he had turned her and was ripping her clothes off. Buttons went flying as he tore her shirt open, pushing the cups of her bra down before taking a mouthful of her breast, swirling his tongue over her nipple as he pulled her shirt off her. As he lavished her breasts with his mouth and teeth, Reese tangled her fingers in his hair, while he pushed her skirt and thong down her legs.

  “I love black lace,” he said against her breast, “but I can’t enjoy them right now. I need to be inside you.”

  Standing up, he pulled her against him, walking backwards to the couch. Falling down, he pulled her into his lap, sucking on her breast as she gasped for breath. He was blowing her mind, treating her body as if it were a candy shop and he was sugar deprived. Lapping at her breasts, he cupped her between her legs, squeezing her as he nipped and pulled at her sensitive nipples. She felt out of control and untamed. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, but instead, she decided she had to please him.

  Pulling away from him, she moved out of his lap and onto her knees. She made quick work of his belt and opened the fly of his jeans, releasing his impressive erection. Not only was she breathless from the size of him, but when she saw the tattoo along the hairline of his pelvic area, she paused.

  Looking up at him, she smirked as she read the script. “No biting, please and thank you?”

  He chuckled in a low, deep way that had her squirming to climb onto his cock and ride until the sun came up. She didn’t care about his tattoo anymore. She wanted him, in her, but then he moved his hand into her hair, holding her hostage with sexy, blue, half-lidded eyes.

  “It was one of those nineteen-year-old mistakes but, then again, sometimes when a girl doesn’t know how to give good head, she needs pointers.”

  She gave him a sneaky smile, taking his cock in her hand before licking her lips and saying, “I give great head.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned, fisting a handful of her hair. “I bet you do.”

  She ran her tongue along the head of his cock before looking up at him through her eyelashes. “But I like to bite.”

  He squeezed a fistful of her hair, causing pain, but she liked it, and took him deep to the back of her throat, while squeezing the base of him. Grazing her teeth along him, she sucked and licked, taking him fully in her mouth, his moans encouraging her to go faster. Sucking the head like a lollipop, she watched his face, loving his expression. He bit into his lip, watching her watch him, with a smirk on his beautiful face. Licking down his shaft, she kissed his thighs before licking his balls and then gently biting the tip of him. He took in a sharp breath, coming off the couch, before she took him again in her mouth. Closing his eyes, his grip tightened in her hair as his head fell back. His hips bucked, sending him deeper down her throat as he came, suddenly. She took it like a champ though, sucking him dry before sitting back on her haunches and watching him take in deep breaths.

  Opening his eyes, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap as he kissed her hard, his hands biting into her ass. Kissing her, he slowly pushed his jeans and boxer down quickly before laying her down against the couch. She was excited for what he was about to do. She was enjoying the hell out of him and watching him come was hot. She was ready for the main event though. She wanted that connection… she wanted him to fill her… she wanted it all. As he kissed down the hollow of her throat, down the valley of her chest, she heard a package tear before he hovered over her, pushing her legs back. For all of two seconds, she felt slightly dirty for doing it on the couch her dance parents sat on, but then he positioned himself to enter her, and all thoughts went out the window.

  Reese had been with her fair share of men, but never one as well endowed as Phillip. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She watched as he squeezed himself. His eyes were glued to her dripping wet center. He reached out, sliding one finger into her, and then two. He looked up at her, his eyes dark as he fucked her slowly with his fingers, driving her insane. When he pressed his thumb on her taut clit, she screamed out as he licked his lips. She wanted him and, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached up and tried to lead him inside her, but he stopped her.

  “Patience, beautiful,” he teased before he slowly slid into her, filling her so completely and perfectly that it took her breath away. Moving out of her, he thrust back in with a grunt, his hands shaking where he held her at the back of her knees. She grasped at him, wanting to feel skin, but he still had his shirt on.

  Pulling at it, she said, “God, take this off.”

  She watched as he removed his shirt, and she swore she came right there. She thought he had no tattoos, but God had she been so wrong. In the middle of his chest was a broken hourglass, with red sand spilling from it. Behind it, big black angel wings went up into his shoulders. Under the hourglass, on a scroll, were the words Memento Mori. She had no clue what it meant, but it was beautiful. Not only were the tattoos making her breathless, but Phillip was ripped. Toned shoulders, abs for days, and pecs she wanted to bite into. Pulling him down, she kissed him, long and hard, her fingers biting into his shoulders as he started to move again, filling her before pulling out just to thrust into her again.

  It was fucking unbelievable and, soon, she was thrashing underneath as her release came again. Pushing her leg up, he took ahold of her ankles, putting them by her head as he pounded into her. His body was smacking against her, and she loved the sound, along with the sheer pleasure he was giving her. He was so deep inside her, filling her to the hilt, making her scream with each thrust. When he suddenly stopped, pulled out, and dropped his mouth to her sensitive pussy, taking her nub between his lips, she screamed out, slapping the side of the couch as he continued the assault. Taking fistfuls of his hair, she tried to close her legs but he held her open, sucking her and licking as she withered underneath his talented, naughty mouth.

  How she came again was beyond her, but she did, and she felt like a limp noodle, just lying there as he chuckled against her thigh.

  “Can’t give up on me yet, I’m not done,” he said, before licking her hipbone.

  She tried to talk, but her mouth was dry, and she couldn’t breathe. He kissed up her stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around her breast before he entered her, nibbling on her neck. Moaning out, she dug her nails into his shoulder as he slid in and out of her, driving her completely mad. When he sat up, bringing her up with him, she held on as he fucked her so hard, she was sure she wouldn’t be walking right tomorrow. When she bit into his shoulder, he cried out as his body shook with his release.

  Thrusting once and then twice, he finally stilled, holding her tightly. Reese gasped for breath, her heart pounding so hard against her chest, she was sure he felt it because she felt his. His breathing was just as harsh and, as he kissed up her shoulder, she closed her eyes, still gasping for air. As she clung to him, not wanting to let go, she couldn’t help but think that she usually wanted more from a man, but she could honestly say, she was done. Phillip had satisfied her completely.

  What the hell just happened? She thought as his teeth grazed her shoulder, sending chills down her back.

  She didn’t know, but he needed to go before it happened again.

  Slowly lying back, so that Reese was laying on top of him, Phillip ran his hands up her back, and let out a long breath. God, she was fantastic. Moving his face into her neck, he took in another breath, loving her scent. It was soft, flowery, delicate, and beautiful like her. He knew he would be thinking of it for days when he left. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was the first girl he had been with in so long or if it was her, but damn, he really fucking liked her. Her body was amazing clothed, but she was a fucking showstopper naked.

  She had a tight little body, mouthwatering tits, hipbones that cried to be kissed, and a pussy that a man could eat for days. She had tattoos, a tree that took up her whole back, stars on her hipbones, and small black birds along her ribs. He loved tattoos on girls and boy, did he love them
on her. He couldn’t get enough and the only reason he stopped was because he couldn’t hold off any longer. He had wanted to come in her for weeks. When he entered her, lights went off behind his eyes. She had been so tight, so perfect, and he wanted more. A lot more.

  Kissing down her throat, he nibbled at her collarbone before meeting his mouth to hers. She kissed like a dream, a sweet mouth that he wanted to drink from like a thirsty man in the desert. She wasn’t joking when she said she gave good head; he was surprised he didn’t rocket off the couch the way she was sucking him. God, she was a dream. How did this happen? How did he miss out on this for so long? She had been in arms’ reach for years, and he kept passing her up when he could have been enjoying her.

  Moving her hands into his hair, he moaned against her lips as his cock twitch to life. Biting her lip, he smiled as she pulled away. He reached up, moving her hair out of her face, so that he could see her beautiful eyes. They were such a light brown, almost honey. Framed with dark lashes and makeup that made them shine, she was honestly the most gorgeous woman he had ever been with. Smiling down at him, she leaned back, sitting back on his thighs as she leaned against the cushions of the couch, still watching him. He reached out, moving his finger along her nipple, loving the way she looked at him.

  Looking down at where his finger moved along her nipple, she placed her hand on his, stopping him as she looked back down at him. When her eyes met his, he knew something was up. The lust and want that was there before was gone.

  Biting into her lip, she cleared her throat before saying, “You know this is a one-time thing, right?”

  Phillip cleared his throat as he processed what she had just said. He wasn’t expecting that. He thought they’d fuck some more and then maybe talk about going out sometimes. She was putting the brakes on and, with the way her eyes were set on his, he knew there was no stopping her.

  Nodding his head, he put on a carefree smile before saying, “Yeah, I’m good, believe me. We got this out of our system; we should be good, right?”

  “Oh totally, I got my fill. I’m good.”

  “Awesome, me too,” he said, nodding and feeling completely awkward.

  “This is awkward. I hate awkward.”

  Phillip laughed.

  “I do too; I haven’t ever had a girl tell me that. Usually, I’m the one doing the telling.”

  She smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.

  “I’m emotionally unavailable and, with everything that is going on with you and then all the connections between us, this is such a bad idea. We probably shouldn’t have done this.”

  She was right but still, he couldn’t help but think they could give it a shot.

  What?

  Mentally smacking himself, he thanked God for this girl. She was giving him a free pass; he didn’t have to worry about a clingy girl trying to get him to be her husband. Reese was giving him an out, a free lay. Was he stupid? Who questions that?

  “No one will know about this,” he assured her. He didn’t know why he said that, but he felt like she needed to know that.

  To his delight, she looked relieved as she smiled.

  “Thank you. I won’t say anything either.”

  Moving his hands along her hips, he held her as he said, “You were great.”

  She smiled, smacking him gently on the chest.

  “So were you.”

  They held each other’s gaze. Phillip wanted nothing more than to bring her down for another kiss, and maybe even another round on the couch, but something told him that wasn’t what she wanted.

  “I’m gonna go,” he said, squeezing her hips.

  She nodded and got off him. He sat up and pulled off the condom, throwing it in the nearest trashcan before picking up his jeans. Sliding them on, he turn to see her standing naked, holding his shirt for him. He took in her spectacular body before reaching for his shirt and putting it on. Sliding his shoes on, he picked up his jacket and put it on before looking over at her. She was standing in her bra and thong now, her arms crossed across her stomach as she watched him. He knew he should just turn and go, but he couldn’t leave without one more kiss. Pulling her to him, he dropped his mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a long, drawn-out kiss that had his toes curling. She was amazing. It killed him to walk away, but she was right.

  Parting from her sweet lips, he kissed her one last time before backing away from her. She crossed her legs, giving him an awkward wave as he reached for the door. Something told him not to leave, but when he looked back and she didn’t stop him, only waved again, he left.

  When the cold air hit him in the face, he wanted to go back inside, wrap her in his arms, and have his way with her again, but his pride kept him from doing that. He should be happy he dodged a bullet. He didn’t want a girlfriend or a wife. He had Claire, and she was enough to handle. No one would ever know about his night with Reese, and that was good. He should be completely satisfied since he was thoroughly fucked… but he wasn’t.

  He felt empty, and he had no clue what that meant.

  GLANCING DOWN at her phone, Reese rolled her eyes. It was the third time Piper had called that hour, and Reese knew exactly what she wanted. She had been ignoring her all weekend, but her sister was a persistent little thing. Knowing she couldn’t avoid their conversation any longer, she finally hit answer on her iPhone.

  “Hello.”

  “Don’t hello me! You’ve been ignoring me for the last three days!” Piper accused.

  Reese rolled her eyes again as she said, “I would never do such a thing. I’ve been busy. I had competition yesterday.”

  She was only partially lying in the sentence, her kids did have a dance competition, but she had been ignoring Piper relentlessly.

  “Liar, and even if you did, you still could have answered my text!”

  “Sorry, I suck.”

  “You do! What if something was wrong?”

  Reese rolled her eyes; her sister was so dramatic.

  “If something was wrong, Erik would have called me. I’ve been busy; you act like I call every day.”

  That silenced her right up. Smiling to herself, she unwrapped a piece of chocolate as Piper said, “Well… whatever, you know why I’m calling. You might as well confirm it.”

  “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” she said with a shrug, popping the piece of chocolate in her mouth. It was the sweetest thing she had had in her mouth since Phillip.

  “Oh, so we are playing stupid?”

  “What are you talking about, weirdo?”

  Piper laughed, while Reese bit into her lip. She didn’t want to lie to her sister, but she had promised Phillip she wouldn’t say anything, so she wouldn’t. Even if her kitten wanted to gush and gossip about how amazing Phillip was, she couldn’t. It had been three days since she had watched him walk out of her studio and each hour that passed, she only yearned for him more. She would have thought with how busy Saturday and Sunday were with dance competitions, she wouldn’t have thought of him as all. But she did. The whole time. It was disgusting. She was stupid, but she couldn’t help it… she wanted him again. She had lied through her teeth when she said she had gotten her fill. She hadn’t, she wanted more, needed more, but she knew damn well that would never happen.

  It couldn’t happen.

  Shouldn’t happen.

  Oh, hell, who was she kidding? If he even gave her a smoldering look that said he wanted her, she was going to be naked within seconds. Her clothes and panties would magically dissolve, and she would be completely ready for him.

  She was so screwed.

  “Gosh, you’re a brat. Did you sleep with him?”

  “Who?” she asked, trying to prolong the inevitable, which was her lying to her twin.

  “Oh my God, I’m gonna kill you! Phillip! Did you sleep with Phillip?”

  Reese couldn’t hold in her laughter as she sputtered, “Phillip who?”

  Silence went over the line as Reese continued to laugh.

  “
I hate you.”

  Still laughing, Reese said, “Oh hush, no, I didn’t sleep with him.”

  Piper didn’t even pause, she shrieked, “Oh my God, are you seriously lying to me right now?”

  Reese paused.

  “What?”

  “You’re lying; you did that hiccup thingy before you answered!”

  “I did not!”

  She did.

  “Yes, you did!’

  Trying not to sound too guilty, she said, “You’re such a weirdo. I gotta go, Claire is about to be here.”

  “Stop lying to me! Did you tangle the sheets with Phillip?”

  Reese dropped her head to the floor, mushing her face against the cold tile. There was no point in lying, and it wasn’t like she was going to sleep with or have a conversation with Phillip again. Plus, Piper wouldn’t tell a soul.

  “Uh, maybe?”

  “Maybe?” Piper asked, deadpanned.

  “Okay, yes, I did, but don’t say anything!” Reese yelled just as she heard Piper about to scream something, probably along the line of she knew it or something.

  “I knew it,” she whispered, causing Reese to roll her eyes. “I can’t tell Erik?”

  “Heck no.”

  “But he’s my hubby.”

  “I don’t care if he was the pope! Don’t tell him. We agreed not to tell anyone. It was a mistake, totally lust and stupidity, nothing to get worked up about.”

  “Oh, so that’s it? A quick whoo hoo, and y’all are done?” Piper asked, sounding disappointed.

  “Yes, Piper, no wedding bells or the pitter patter of little feet. We just fucked,” she said as she leaned back, stretching her legs above her head. “No big deal, just nice, satisfying sex.”

  That she wanted more of.

  “Well, that sucks.”

  “Actually, it was quite amazing.”

  Piper let out an aggravated sigh before saying, “No, I thought y’all had hit it off. I was convinced that something would come out of it.”

  They had, but she wasn’t going to admit that. Instead, she said, “Oh hell no, this is me we are talking about. I don’t want a man.”