BreakMeIn

by Sara Brookes

  “I don’t think I’m in the mood—”

  “I don’t believe I phrased it as a question.” She looked at him for a long few minutes before pulling out her phone. She’d obviously set her mind to something. He knew better than to protest too much. Besides, he wanted to get out of here and arguing with her would just prolong the misery.

  “Patrick, can you close the store tonight? Alex is fine, but Vivian just stormed—yes, thank you.” She ended the call, punching a combination of keys without taking her gaze away from his. “Sorry to be calling so late. I’m not interrupting anything am I? Oh good. Listen, do you have some free time to meet me at Sanctuary? I need a hand.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Anger still a hard knot in his stomach, Alex punched in the access code to the cipher lock. He steeled himself for the pending argument with Elena because he wasn’t in the mood to deal with this tonight.

  He wasn’t even sure why he’d agreed to come, because facing her distant nature wasn’t something he was in the mood for. The speech died in his throat as he spied the large, claw-footed tub positioned near the bed. A light steam rose from the water filling the tub along with piles and piles of bubbles. Candles were the only light in the room, giving the atmosphere a soft, romantic feel.

  “No matter what Vivian says a perverted man doesn’t look at a bubble bath the way you are right now.” Elena dropped a stack of towels on a small table next to the tub. She knelt, rummaging through a drawer before she pulled out a number of items, which she also placed on top of the table. She stepped closer to the tub, dropping the silk rob she wore. Her quiet sigh echoed through the space as she slipped into the water and sank to her shoulders.

  “So is this a new kink I should take note of for future reference?”

  “What?”

  She smiled playfully as she dragged her hand through the bubbles. “Watching me sit in a bath full of water. A new kink I need to know about?”

  Not as though the suggestion was a terrible idea. He could watch Elena sit and read the phone book if it meant he got to spend time with her. Funny how he’d once done everything he could to avoid Vivian and now he wanted nothing more than to spend time with someone who genuinely cared for his interests.

  “I’m supposed to watch you take a bath?”

  “If you like, but I’d prefer you bathe me instead.”

  He walked forward, snagging the stool he’d sat on the first night here as he approached. Sitting, he felt the heat of the water radiate against his face. A year ago the idea of bathing someone would have never crossed his mind. Showering or bathing was a necessary human function not an event that could be turned into something sexual. But in the blink of an eye Elena had given him a thousand ideas about what he wanted to do both to and with her involving water.

  Picking up an oversized natural sponge and a tube of liquid soap, he scooted closer to the tub. He winced when he dunked his hand under the water, the heat instantly aggravating his skin. “Holy shit. Do you always take baths this hot?”

  “When I need to relax after a long day—yes.”

  He didn’t quite understand how this played into what happened at Perfect Shot with Vivian. He’d had one hell of a day and the thought of relaxing in a hot bath certainly sounded tantalizing. But it appeared as though he wasn’t going to be allowed the experience anytime soon.

  The fragrance of the soap filled the air around them, a soft and delicate scent that reminded him of a field of wildflowers in the fall. The lush perfume suited Elena’s personality.

  Intensely feminine while refusing to be ignored.

  He worked slowly, taking his time to lift both of her legs out of the water. The soap-drenched sponge glided over her skin leaving a trail of suds in its wake. Elena quietly sighed as she sank lower into the water allowing her head to fall back against the rim of the tub. He glided the sponge over her abdomen, drawing unhurried circles with it around her breasts. Her nipples peeked through the bubbles, taunting him to dip down and taste her.

  “That feels very good.”

  He slowed his movements, drawing the sponge over her until he brushed the sponge against those hard buds. She shifted higher, exposing her breasts entirely. As soap trailed over her skin he abandoned the sponge in the water and leaned forward.

  Water soaked his shirtsleeves as he pushed his weight onto his hands, his fingers splaying wide over the bottom of the tub for balance. Dipping his head he scraped his tongue over her wet flesh. Her quiet moan encouraged him, his forearm curling behind her back to offer support as he lifted her higher out of the water, exposing her nipples.

  He dipped his head lower, scraping his tongue against one of the buds. She went loose against his arm, allowing him to take her weight and lift her higher. The taste of Elena mixed with the sweet honeysuckle aroma of the soap she’d chosen.

  Drunk on the mixture, his lips closed around her nipple and he drew more of her into his mouth. Her wet fingers threaded through his hair, holding his head in place so he couldn’t move away.

  He feasted as though each taste of her was his last.

  Knowing he’d taken from her without permission he finally—reluctantly—released her, drawing back to sit on the stool once again. Like a gorgeous mermaid emerging from the water she rose to her knees. Tiny bubbles streamed down her torso, exposing wide swaths of her skin to his gaze. She held his gaze as she lifted her hand to gesture to him.

  “Come here.”

  Even though he very much wanted to follow her command he held back. “I can’t do this tonight, Elena. I still feel the same way I did at your workshop. I can’t just turn off—”

  “No one is asking you to.” She pulled him into the water with her, his clothing still in place.

  The warm water enveloped him as he sank into the tub. Guided by her hands she pushed on his shoulders until they were submerged and his chin touched the surface of the water. The large tub was big enough his feet didn’t even reach the opposite side even with his legs stretched out.

  “Thank you for such a thorough job of washing me. But I do believe you missed a spot.” Pivoting, she faced away, the curve of her back facing him. She pushed the drenched fabric of his shirt up his torso, bunching it under her ass so she had full skin-to-skin contact with him. She sank in the water, the bare skin of her pussy pressing against his abdomen.

  He released a soft groan as she shifted her hips ever so slightly. Her skin dragged against him, the slippery water lubricating her movements. Her mound pushed against his erection, causing the steel rod of flesh to strain toward her. Her shoulders moved as she lowered her hand, slicing through the water.

  He held his breath as he waited for her hand to close around his shaft. Instead liquid pushed against his skin, causing him to gasp. The gentle rocking motion of the water was nearly as intoxicating as when she surrounded him.

  She leaned forward, her hands braced on the bottom of the tub next to his knees. The new position completely exposed her pussy just inches from his face and he licked his lips without thinking.

  God, how he wanted to taste her.

  The sampling of her breasts wasn’t enough. He craved more. Needed her taste on his tongue. Her scent filling his nose. Her skin pressed against his mouth, his tongue flicking out to stroke her flesh.

  She sighed quietly, wiggling her hips slightly in answer—encouraging him to continue. Her flesh pushed against his so she was everything he could experience. His five senses went haywire surrounded by the smell, taste, scent and feel of her cunt fastened to his mouth.

  He licked and sucked with an enthusiasm he didn’t know he was capable of possessing. As he ate her, he found himself gorging on her flavors. He was certain he would never get enough.

  Her fingers tugged at his zipper, fueling him as he continued to attend to her. Freed from the confines of his pants, he felt a cooler rush of air brush against the crown of his cock as it broke the surface of the water.

  Her hips wiggled, her flesh pushing back and forth
against his as she moved where she wanted him to lick and suck. He obliged her without hesitation, wanting exactly what she wanted. Wanting her coming against his tongue, writhing against his face. Now that he’d tasted her, he wanted it to be this way all the time.

  She pulled away, leaving his mouth and tongue denied of her. He felt the loss, mourning it as she moved out of his reach. Now she stood at the side of the tub, looking down at him. He hadn’t moved, waiting for direction. The water surrounding him stilled so only his head and the flushed purple ridge of his cock were visible above the surface.

  “I’m tempted to leave you here until your skin prunes just so I can admire the gorgeous picture you make, your head and cock above the suds.”

  “The best parts of me are available to your wishes.”

  “Unfortunately I have other plans for the night.” She pulled a towel from the stack and offered it to him.

  He rose, taking the offered towel. Instead of dying himself, he snapped open the fabric and began drying her. He moved with care, stroking the soft cotton against her skin as he collected the water droplets. Once he was done he stood and discarded the damp towel. Retrieving a fresh one he wrapped the fluffy cotton around her body so she wouldn’t get cold.

  “If I’d thought more about this I would have dried you with my tongue.”

  “You did miss a spot.”

  “Missed only because I’d hoped you would grant me the permission of tasting you again.” He already needed to taste her. He was like an addict all over again. Only this time Elena was his addiction.

  Her fingers stroked gently over his chin, her thumb grazing lightly over his swollen lips. “You do seem to enjoy oral sex.”

  “Because it means I get to taste you.”

  “I believe I’ve unleashed a monster.”

  “Perhaps. But I’d only say there is one hell of a side benefit.”

  “Oh I wasn’t complaining.”

  “If you were I might have to resort to other methods of convincing you just how fabulous I truly think having you this way is.”

  “Then maybe it’s time I show you something as well.” She worked quickly and quietly, stripping away his wet clothes, kissing each inch of flesh she exposed. Afterward she guided him to a bench and began wrapping lengths of chain around his firm arms and strong planes of his chest. He could only imagine the image he made bound this way, secured to the bench she’d laid him out on.

  Presented for her pleasure.

  “How about I show you how much I enjoy sucking cock. You’ll have to let me know if it compares to your enthusiasm.”

  “I’m sure my efforts will pale in comparison.”

  “Always the charmer.” Her hand closed around the base of his dick, squeezing tightly just to the point of pain. As aroused as he was the tightness simply enhanced his need.

  Her lips cradled the crown, her tongue swiping over the tip as she licked away the drops of water on his skin. She sucked and licked, worshiping him in the same manner in which he’d showed her. Most of the blowjobs he’d received during his life had been forgettable, carried out with halfhearted enthusiasm.

  So anything Elena did in comparison was fabulous.

  Or maybe it was fabulous because he liked the idea of her sucking his cock so much. The sensations, the sounds—everything—heightened his excitement level even more. The position left him completely vulnerable. Open to her mercy. And his cock was as hard as steel. The lust and need for her had made him harder than he’d ever been in his life.

  Jesus, what this extraordinary woman could do to him.

  The brush of her fingers against his abdomen, thighs and testicles was methodical. Gentle, but firm, she fondled everywhere but where he needed the most. She played with the coarse hair circling the base of his cock, her thighs brushing against his as she straddled him.

  The warm lips of her pussy pressed against his abdomen. The contact was sheer euphoria. Feeling such an intimate part of her against his flesh was a nearly orgasmic experience itself. When she started slowly rocking, dragging her heated flesh against him, he nearly lost his head.

  She took her time, pushing herself against him, her pussy becoming hotter and wetter with each passing second. She shifted and his cock jerked as she pressed her bare mound against the base of his erection.

  A quiet groan spilled from his lips as her heat pressed against him, surrounding him like a fabulously soft and warm glove. She broke contact and he gritted his teeth, struggling to prevent himself from begging her to sit on him.

  “You feel so glorious. Lying there patiently as I rub against you, marking my territory.” He swallowed the lump in his throat as he realized she was right. She was marking her territory, rubbing against him like a cat re-scenting its owner each day. Her motions were unhurried and tireless as though to remind him this was about her pleasure as well.

  Quiet, feminine groans of satisfaction rumbled quietly from her throat. Like soft purrs from a kitten snuggling up to its mother. He strained against the chains she’d secured him with, pulling at them, convinced he could just find the tiniest bit of slack to maneuver free.

  She stopped suddenly, holding herself over him. He marveled at her strength and power as she calmly reached between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his dick. He hissed, a harsh whistle of air through clenched teeth. He was so ready to blow he didn’t think this could be any more tortuous.

  Then, her gaze on his, she sank onto his cock and he discovered his torture had only begun. He heaved out a sigh, drunk on the pleasure filling him now as she surrounded him. A different sensation to battle because now he wanted something else.

  She rotated her hips as she ground against him, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Though he felt as though he was in agony he was convinced life couldn’t get any better than this and she could ride him for as long as she wanted, take all the pleasure she could stand.

  Slamming onto him she lifted her feet, forcing him up inside her as far as he could go. “Look at me, Alexander.”

  Struggling to maintain control he did as instructed. Her middle finger dragged over her full bottom lip, her tongue flicking out to wet it. He watched with rapt attention as she reached between her legs, using two fingers to spread her flushed pussy lips while she touched her clit. The sight of her flesh surrounding his erection disappearing into her was pure rapture.

  Her cunt clenched around him, pulling a strangled moan from deep in his throat. He wanted to drive his hips up, buck against her while she played with herself.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  He fought to keep his voice on an even pitch. “How much I want you to fuck me so I can feel your cunt hold me tightly while you finger yourself.”

  “Tsk. Tsk. Such language from a man who doesn’t normally speak so abrasively. Has my fucking reduced you to a mad oaf who simply wants to mate? I think not. At least not quite yet. You’re close though. But I don’t believe for a second that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t care much for liars.”

  Her fingers circled, her short nails brushing against the minute sliver of hard flesh of his shaft she hadn’t slipped into herself. He watched as her finger moved slowly, as though she had all the time in the world to get herself off while he suffered. Her thighs clenched and he stared as she slowly dragged her wet flesh against his cock as she began to ride him.

  Each torturous inch she moved, exposing his dick, was filled with ecstasy and agony. Her fingers continued to circle as she rose, the sound of their slick flesh sliding together filling the air around them.

  She stopped just short of pulling off him completely. The barest inch of his cock just inside her opening. He wanted to drive up into her. Wanted to hear her panting and screaming his name as he—

  “Tell me.”

  “I want to fuck you.” His forearms strained against the chains holding him down. Damn it, he needed to be free. He needed to have his hands on her like earlier. She added another finger, continuing to rub in slow ci
rcles as she held herself above him.

  He shifted, sighing softly when the crown of his cock slipped into her. He growled in frustration when she immediately adjusted, denying him. “My fingers feel so good here. I think I’ll just keep going. What do you think?”

  “Let me give you pleasure, Elena.”

  “I can’t bring myself pleasure? Think I’m not doing a good enough job?” One of her eyebrows arched in challenge.

  “Isn’t what I meant.”

  “Then by all means please clarify.”

  “I want to give you pleasure.” He bit back a strangled groan when she lowered onto him again. She saturated his system now. Her scent filling his nose, her taste still coating his tongue. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain coherent thought as she started to rise and fall on his dick. “I can add to your pleasure if you let me make you come.”

  Her warm heat surrounded him as her fingers quickened their pace. He gasped as the metal bit into straining muscles. Her hips positioned over him as her head fell back. Her husky voice echoed through the building, her pussy clamping down harder and harder with each thrust.

  “I seem to be doing just fine on my own. Just another minute and I should be done.”

  Alex’s breath clogged his throat as lust started to drive him mad. He wanted to break free, bend her over the tub and slam into her so good and hard she would scream for mercy. “If you let me fuck you it would take much, much longer than a paltry minute.”

  She paused, her thighs trembling against his hips. Her breasts moved as her breath came in ragged pants. “Sometimes a girl just wants to get off.”

  He smirked. “But why bother when you have a very capable, very aroused man ready to remind you just how good cock is?”

  She stilled, leaning forward slowly. He moaned as she pressed her lips to his ear. “You’re very full of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “And you’re very full of me, aren’t you?”

  She grunted softly. “You cock is very good.”

  “Let me show you how good.”