Too Close To Break

by M. A. Innes

  As we made it to the car, Jeremy took the bag I was carrying from my hand and proceeded to put it in the car carefully with the other one. He clearly didn’t trust me not to hit him with the cake while he drove. Probably a good decision.

  “You can’t—”

  “But I can.” Jeremy pulled me close and then turned and sandwiched me between his body and the car. His voice came out low and husky. “Because you love me. Wasn’t that what you said earlier?”

  Damn it.

  He took my mouth in a hot, steamy kiss that made my knees weak. His tongue stroking mine and his teeth pulling at my lower lip. When I was so turned on I was nearly humping his leg, he pulled back. “And because you’re mine. So it doesn’t matter if you flirted with the guy or if you even got a thrill that he thought your ass was hot. You’re mine.”

  “Forever.” I stretched up and gave him a kiss. “But I was not flirting with him.”

  Maybe just a little. But not as bad as he was saying.

  “Well, he knows you’re taken now, so it doesn’t matter.” Jeremy’s grin was wicked.

  “Huh?”

  He tilted his head back toward the store. The bagger was standing by the empty cars just watching us. I wasn’t sure if he looked jealous or hungry. He’d definitely noticed us though. We were never going to be able to go back. No more yummy chocolate mile-high cake with coconut on top for me—or whatever it was called.

  “I told you so. But he can’t have you.”

  Jealous, slightly insane Jeremy was fun. But high maintenance. I was going to need a nap or just an early bedtime. “You are crazy…but I’m yours, crazy man.”

  He smiled, both wicked and tender, and kissed me again. Pulling away, he gave me a sweet smile. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” He was so funny and I loved him dearly but…“But the ice cream is going to melt if we don’t get home.”

  Laughing, he gave me a quick peck and stepped back from me so I could move. “Then stop distracting me so we can get home. I think I was promised dessert in bed.”

  I might have sighed dramatically.

  ****

  By the time we were back at the apartment, we were both more relaxed. He’d stopped teasing, and I’d just cuddled against him in the car. We started talking about random things but nothing important. It was clear he just wanted to keep my mind distracted and away from everything that had happened recently. The way he’d tried to distract me and keep me laughing was cute, but I knew the real world would come back, eventually.

  I’d just thought we’d have the rest of the evening first.

  Evidently not.

  The horde of girls descended on us as we got ready to get on the elevator. They had suitcases and boxes, so I was assuming that meant they were leaving for the summer, but with girls, I couldn’t always tell.

  They seemed to walk around with enough stuff to move to Mars on a regular basis. Jeremy said they were the gender you wanted to surround yourself with if the zombies invaded because those purses probably carried around enough stuff to MacGyver a tank or something.

  Samantha and Juliet, the giggling ones, had a thousand small little bags and started shouting at us excitedly. It took me a minute to figure out what they were saying. Evidently, they were really excited about going home. I got pieces of what they were going to do, but after the third mention of a vacation and weird things, I started tuning them out.

  I thought we’d managed a clean getaway as they started flocking toward the cars, but they’d really just been the distraction from the main drama.

  Porno-pizza-guy.

  He was the last person to get off the elevator, and he’d obviously been pressed into service because he was carrying boxes too. I got another icky smile, and he tried to look cool, but that wasn’t really possible carrying boxes. “Hey, look who’s here. Stopped by to see if you had the notes from today but you weren’t home. Think I can grab those from you? There’s a few things I might have missed. I was a little distracted.”

  Eww.

  If the idea was to hint he was so distracted by me that he needed my notes, the idea was gross. I might not have been as blunt as Jeremy would have been, but that wasn’t because I couldn’t stand up for myself. In the beginning, I just hadn’t noticed and didn’t realize he was flirting. Most of the time it was girls who asked me out or at least started to. Other guys left me pretty much alone.

  “Um, we didn’t take that many today. You should be fine.” Nearly dragging an almost growling Jeremy into the elevator as it started to close, I thought we were home free.

  Nope.

  Seventies-porno-guy just stuck his foot out and tripped the sensors before it closed, causing the door to open again. “How about I come by after I’m done, and we can go over the questions for that test later this week?”

  Fuck.

  Jeremy finally gave up trying to behave. “We’ve got plans. I think you should find someone else to study with. My husband is busy.”

  Then Jeremy hit the button to start closing the door. “Excuse us.”

  Pizza-guy gave him a weird smirk and stepped back, letting the door close. I just wasn’t sure what was going on with him. I was not all that. “He’s—”

  “An ass.”

  “Yup.” Leaning against Jeremy’s shoulder, I smiled. “You’re so sexy when you tell off people so politely.”

  He laughed. “So, what would you have done if I’d punched him or something?”

  “Defending me from the bad pick-up lines?” I grinned when he nodded. “I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you.”

  Jeremy’s smile turned wicked again, and he started inching toward me. Whatever he’d planned was put on hold when the elevator door opened. I walked out tugging him with me. “I’m not getting caught making out with you in the elevator.”

  Laughing, he let me pull him to our apartment, but he wasn’t moving fast enough. I started digging out my keys and trying to get him to hurry. “Come on before they get the bright idea to have one last kegger or something and try to make us go with them.”

  “You’re just dragging me in there and are going to have your way with me.”

  I looked over my shoulder as I unlocked the door. “Feeling like a heroine from a romance novel or something are we?”

  He let me open the door, but as soon as we were in the house he tugged me to him, the bags getting all shoved around. “Hey, my cake!”

  “If I’m the heroine, does that make you the hero of the story? Are you going to seduce me and make me yours? Isn’t that how those stories end?” I wasn’t sure if he was hinting at something or not, but the image had me fighting not to blush.

  I was a demanding and slightly toppy bottom, but actual topping made me nervous. He grinned when he saw my face, pulling me even closer to kiss me. He started whispering crazy naughty things between kisses, and if it hadn’t been for the groceries, I’m not sure we would have made it past the front door.

  When he started to drop the bag he was holding, he seemed to remember the food and pulled back. “Kitchen, then bedroom.”

  Since I was in complete agreement, I nodded and headed over to put the bag on the counter. The cake would be fine and that meant I could get naked even faster. I nearly tripped over my own feet as I headed into the bedroom. Jeremy’s laughter made shivers run down my spine, but it wasn’t mean. I could hear that he liked how excited I was—how turned on I was.

  Stripping off my clothes in record time, I was naked and climbing onto the bed as he walked in. I might have given my ass a little shake, just in case he needed the hint I wasn’t in the mood to top. Not that I thought he wanted to bottom. He’d been entirely too feisty, and aggressive might not be the right word, but it was the closest thing I had.

  He was in the mood to drive me nuts, not let me control a damned thing—which suited me fine. When Jeremy acted that way, it usually meant crazy things in bed. Total lose-my-mind sex, because he’d perfected the art of making me lose my mind. Pra
ctice makes perfect.

  He was perfect.

  “Just like that, on your hands and knees.” His voice was deep and needy, dripping with sex. Earlier, he’d focused everything on keeping me distracted and teasing me, but now all that intensity was aimed at something different. Just thinking about it made me shake and a little moan escaped.

  I liked being on display for him.

  “Should I get the gag out? Are you going to be loud and needy, or do you think you can be good?” Both options sounded fabulously dirty the way he said them.

  Fuck.

  I didn’t know what to say. There was no way I could promise to be quiet, but I wasn’t sure what the game was. Was I supposed to try and then get punished for being naughty? Did he actually want me to be silent, or did he just want an excuse to use the gag?

  And this was why I didn’t like to top. Too many fuckin’ decisions.

  I knelt there on all fours, trying to figure out what to say. I could hear him crossing the room, but I didn’t look. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of his clothes coming off and waiting to see what he would do. At the very least, I’d been naughty since I hadn’t answered the question.

  The images flashing through my head made my dick ache and precum drip down onto the bed. I’d expected him to start by teasing me or by punishing me or even just ignoring me completely since I was bad.

  Grabbing my cock wasn’t what I thought would happen first.

  He reached through my legs and took hold of my erection in a grip that was just the sexy side of painful. I couldn’t move or it would actually hurt, but having his fingers around me felt incredible. The mixed signals went right to my head and shut down every higher function.

  All I could do was gasp as a moan threatened to escape.

  “You didn’t answer me.”

  What?

  He must have realized I wasn’t following anymore. “Open your eyes and look at me, Baby.”

  Jeremy’s voice was firm and there was an underlying threat that made me shiver again. Damn, I loved it when he got like that. Hearing him was sexy; actually obeying him was a lot harder. My eyes didn’t want to move. All I wanted to do was arch my ass up and beg him to take me. Seeing wasn’t required for that.

  He had other plans though.

  Chapter 10

  Jeremy

  “If you want to be able to come tonight, I expect you to follow orders.” I tightened my hand just enough to drag another moan out of him. “Unless you don’t want to come.”

  His body shook and his cock jerked. So incredible. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Do you just want to be used and teased, and then left hard and aching?”

  I let my hand loosen slightly, and I started teasing his dick with my fingers. “Because if you beg nicely, I might do that for you.”

  Kevin’s back arched faintly causing my hand to tug on his hard length. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, but the pain must have been delicious, because he gasped out something, and I could feel his balls draw up. He was so close he was barely hanging on.

  And we’d just started.

  Relaxing my hand, I eased off enough that I wasn’t in danger of making him come too soon. “I’m still waiting to see those pretty eyes. If you want to feel me inside you, then you have to follow orders.”

  It was an obvious struggle, but eventually, Kevin managed to open his eyes. His head tilted and turned enough to see me. His gaze was slightly unfocused, and he was biting his lip, desperately trying to do what he was told.

  “That’s better. Very good.” I let my fingers tease up and down his cock one more time, watching the way his eyes tried to flutter closed.

  “Do you need me to get the gag?” I reached out with my other hand and traced around his lips. “If we do that, you won’t be able to use your pretty mouth on me.”

  I ran my thumb over his mouth and then slipped one finger between his lips. He latched on and sucked like it was my dick. It was all I could do to hold myself back. “It looks like you want to be able to use that sexy mouth on me.”

  He gave me the barest hint of a nod, but the sucking got even more desperate. “Okay then, no gag for you, but you have to be quiet.”

  We both knew it was an impossible goal. That was the point.

  His reactions were always so beautiful and open. Even when he was conflicted and hesitant, he didn’t hide it from me. Pulling my hand away from his mouth was pure torture, but I wanted to explore him and send him flying, so it was necessary.

  Letting go of his cock, however, was not necessary.

  I kept a tight grip on his hard length but trailed my other hand down his back and over his ass, then started teasing my way back up his body. I kept up the light, almost too innocent caress, all while holding his dick and keeping him on edge.

  He couldn’t seem to decide what he needed more, and what was driving him the most insane. He arched and squirmed between my hands, and the incredible noises he made were beautiful. Little gasps and pleading sounds that said more than any word or sentence could.

  So. Damned. Beautiful.

  And so needy…so aching…so ready…

  Caressing him and watching him writhe could entertain me for hours; he knew that. But that wasn’t what I wanted. In that moment, all I could think of was being inside him. Letting him feel how much I loved him and how much I wanted him.

  I’d been serious when I’d hinted he could make love to me if that was what he’d wanted, but his expression made it clear that wasn’t what he was picturing. Something about topping made him uncomfortable or maybe it was simply nervous. But I didn’t want to take the option away from him if he wanted to. I wanted to give him everything he dreamed of and fantasized about.

  When I finally let my fingers skim down the line of his back and circle his tight hole, his entire body shook, and a shiver raced up his spine. Caressing the sensitive skin, I started moving my hand up and down his cock, loosening my grip to keep him from coming.

  “Is this what you want? Is this what my sexy baby needs?”

  His lips were pressed together, and it seemed to take everything he had to relax the muscles enough to respond. Kevin gave me a curt nod and forced out the response in a husky voice. “Please. Jeremy.”

  “So beautiful.” I knew he could hear how I felt in every word. I didn’t try to hide it from him or downplay the desire and the love.

  “Please—” Kevin’s lips clamped shut.

  I was going too easy on him if he was able to follow the rules that well. If he won, that wouldn’t be any fun at all. Taking my hand off his ass, I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. The sound of the cap opening had a shiver racing up his spine and a muffled moan came through his clenched lips when he heard the squelch of the tube as it squirted out.

  That was better.

  I wanted to hear those little tell-tale noises that said how close he was. When I tossed the lube aside and my fingers went back to teasing his hole, he started to breathe faster. Sliding one deep into him in one smooth thrust, he gasped out a needy, ragged sound.

  Almost there.

  He shook as I stretched and fucked him slowly, grasping on to the covers so tight I thought he might rip them off the bed. Adding two only made him more desperate and beautiful, because he couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted worse, my hand on his cock or my finger buried deep in him. His head dropped low, and he fought the urge to move, trying so hard to be good.

  Just when he started to win the battle of staying quiet and behaving for me, I started moving faster. Stretching and readying him, I could feel his body clenching down on me and trying to pull me in deeper. He wanted more, and I was going to give it to him. Just not like he’d pictured.

  I added a third, stretching him just enough so that he could take me. He was still going to feel every inch of me, though. When I pulled my fingers out, he gasped and his head turned to look at me. “Ple—”

  Something about the look on my face must have said I was re
ady, or maybe it was the hard-on that was jutting out in front of me. He bit down on his lip and his eyes widened, on anyone else I might have thought they were nervous or worried, but I could see the desire flowing through him, and I knew the only thing he was thinking of was me.

  His body was stretched enough, but I wasn’t done with him yet.

  Climbing onto the bed, I eased around him, trailing my fingers over his body and reluctantly releasing his cock. Stretching out, I laid back on the pillows and traced one finger down my chest and over my abs to my cock. “I don’t think this is ready yet. Why don’t you come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make sure I’m nice and wet?”

  He blushed faintly, but his hungry mouth was on me in a flash. I wasn’t sure if he was desperate to feel me inside him or if staying still was just too hard, but he attacked my cock like he needed it to breathe. Swallowing me down, he sucked and licked, trailing his tongue up my dick before taking me deep again.

  I loved the way he touched me, and if I’d had more willpower, I would have stayed like that all night. I didn’t have the willpower. I was just too close. “That’s good. Now climb up here.”

  It took him a moment to realize what I was saying; his entire focus was on my cock and redirecting that drive and need was almost painful for him. Releasing my dick, he started crawling up my body, kissing and touching every part of me he could.

  When he was finally straddling me, he was shaking and I could almost hear the excitement running through him like an electrical current. “You’re going to ride my cock, but you have to listen to me and do what you’re told.”

  His frantic nodding and heavy breathing told me how aroused he was even if I could have missed his bobbing erection or his blown pupils. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I tell you what to do.”

  We both knew the answer to that, so his desperate nod was no surprise. “Then you’re going to love my game, Baby.”

  He jerked and a low moan escaped through his securely pressed lips. “Ride me, Baby. I want to feel that tight body wrapped around me.”