Breaking Through

by A. M. Hartnett

  Laughing, she bounced from the bed and sprang to the nightstand. ‘Well, Mr Reeve, it just so happens I have something to cool you off.’

  He watched her carefully as she picked up the glass of ice water. ‘Shit, I should have just kept my trap shut and come in your mouth.’

  She swirled the straw around. Ice clinked against the glass, smaller than it had been when she first poured water over it, but still big enough to be useful.

  ‘Afraid of cold water?’

  ‘I’m not a fan of the cold,’ he explained with a tired grin and dropped his head back. ‘I know, I’m a weak Canadian man.’

  ‘With heated seats in his fancy car,’ she pointed out.

  She placed her finger at the end of the straw, creating a vacuum, and let it splash in her mouth. She swished it around, cleansing her palate of the combination of flavours on her tongue, and watched as he lolled his neck back and forth and rolled his shoulders.

  ‘Uncomfortable?’

  ‘A little tense. That’s what happens when you play with my cock and then refuse to let me come.’

  ‘I could have kept going.’

  He laughed. ‘Not a chance. You might kill me, but I’m enjoying the show.’

  Miranda flicked what remained in the straw at his bare torso and speckled him with droplets, then carefully held the glass out as she knelt on the bed next to him. Holding his gaze, she sucked a nugget of ice between her lips, set the glass aside, then leaned over him. His abs flinched as she dragged the ice from the hollow of his neck to his belly button, and his sharp hiss made the flesh rise into bumps as she left the ice to melt.

  With her tongue, she pushed the ice back up in a zigzag. By the time she reached the starting line, there was only a shard of ice left.

  She lifted her head and he craned his, clearly seeking to warm her frosty mouth with his, but she quickly leaned down and pressed her chilled tongue to his cock.

  He jerked with a yelp and probably would have pushed her off if it hadn’t been for her scarves, but dissolved into laughter when she raised her head. He said nothing as she popped another piece of ice in her mouth, but tensed as she hovered over him again.

  Holding the ice between her teeth, Miranda circled one nipple and then the other. His chest didn’t move: he held his breath until she let the ice go, then panted as she once more pushed it over his chest.

  This time she went for the warmth of his mouth, twisting her tongue around until the effects of the ice had vanished in the inferno of his tongue twisting around hers.

  ‘Let me loose,’ he whispered, straining to follow as she lifted her head. ‘I want to get my hands on you.’

  ‘Good,’ she said with a giggle and slipped from the bed.

  She adjusted the garter belt and the stockings with a wiggle, and held his gaze as she went around to the other side of the bed to the nightstand with her stash of toys.

  ‘That “good” wasn’t in my favour, was it?’

  With a shake of her head, Miranda pulled open the drawer and took out her simple ribbed vibe. She set it between his legs, then delved back in for a condom, which she tossed at his side.

  ‘And you’re not letting me out of here any time soon, are you?’ Another shake, and she tore open the wrapper as he narrowed his eyes. ‘I could make a ruckus and you’d have to let me loose to keep me quiet.’

  ‘I still have that last scarf. If you make a ruckus, I could just stuff a sock or a pair of panties in your mouth, then wrap you up to keep you quiet.’

  ‘Oh, hell.’ His entire face had lit up. ‘God damn it, I’m liking this side of you.’

  ‘Shush, or I’ll go get a spatula.’

  She tapped her index finger on the point of the vibe and looked down at his cock, as tantalising and rampant as ever. She had taken the vibe out with the intent of putting on a show to torture him, maybe even getting herself off while he watched, helpless, but she had a much better idea.

  She left the vibe to rest on his wet belly as she moved once more, going for the scarf she had left looped around his neck. A naughty thrill ran through her and settled with a tingle on her clit as she drew the scarf out in front of her.

  ‘I won’t gag you. Like I said, I like the sounds you make, but I think you would benefit from the element of surprise.’

  The look of astonishment disappeared as she covered his eyes, but he quickly adapted as she tied him. By the time she had made a simple knot at the back of his head, her nipples were like diamonds from his eager mouth.

  ‘Almost done.’ She grabbed her headphones from their usual post around her bedside lamp and set them over his head.

  His huff of surprise made her smile. He wasn’t expecting that at all, and laughed when she plugged the jack into her iPhone.

  ‘Not bad,’ he remarked as she set her playlist on shuffle. Then, with a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate and rested his head against the pillows.

  Back between his legs, Miranda took the vibe from where she had left it and twisted the end, then held it and let it buzz in her hand for a moment as she looked down his body.

  He was bloody gorgeous, twitching with arousal, his skin still shining and flushed where she had teased him with the ice. But his smile was different. There was a little hesitation, and a lot of expectation, in that twist of his lips.

  As Miranda adjusted the intensity of the vibrator, Simon began to sing along softly under his breath.

  ‘Wonder this time where she’s gone …’

  Miranda touched the vibe to his cock where the head met the shaft. The song ended just as quickly as it began, sucked back into his body in a sharp intake of breath. As he gasped and groaned, Miranda wondered whether his mind had conjured his last look at her, whether he held onto it as the bluesy cover song beat along with his quickening pulse.

  As she ran the vibrator down the underside of his cock, Miranda found herself oddly lonely there, outside his head, inexplicably jealous of the woman who was in his head. Needing to assert herself upon him, she rolled the vibe down to where his cock met his balls and increased the intensity.

  As he groaned and thrust up his hips, Miranda bowed and sucked him. She could still taste the lube she had used on him, but as she lapped along the groove the fruity taste was replaced by pure Simon.

  Giving him one satisfied last lick, Miranda rose back up, sawed the ribbed shaft of the vibe over and across the slick head and sang to a man who couldn’t hear her.

  ‘Any time she goes away …’

  She gave the vibe another quick twist and, as Simon writhed and moaned, she opened her legs and arched forward until the toy was between their bodies.

  He whipped his head up, and Miranda guessed that he had felt the added pressure and momentarily forgotten that he was deaf and blind to her. Unable to see what she was doing, he dropped back down with a frustrated growl and gripped the headboard as she rubbed the vibrator between them.

  ‘You’re going to be pissed when I tell you about this later,’ she said out loud, and laughed as he turned his head slightly.

  He’d heard the rumble of her voice through the cheap headphones, and she would have bet money that he was frowning underneath that pretty scarf at not being able to catch her words.

  And so she kept talking as she worked the vibrator between them.

  ‘I know what you’re thinking as you lie back listening to –’ she paused to catch the tinny song ‘– David Bowie. “How is she going to make me come?” I haven’t decided yet, to be honest.’

  He tilted his head, trying to catch her muffled words.

  She gave them both the best of the ribbed shaft. She didn’t turn it up and she didn’t need to. She had the motion of her hips, and of his rising up to meet the vibe as the rings bumped over his head. Her clit was swollen and wet with her juices again. In her quest to take him to the brink and leave him dangling, she was turning greedy.

  ‘I could make you come like this,’ she went on, looking down at his slick cock, and made up her mind as she s
poke. ‘I could make both of us come like this, but that’s not what I want.’

  Tilting her hips forward, she trapped the vibe between them and let the tremor work its way through her cunt. As she held her breath through the pleasure, Simon let his out in a long but low moan and arched up as far as he could towards the toy.

  ‘That’s not what I want,’ she repeated, too low for him to detect, and set the vibrator aside to go for the condom. She quickly tore open the wrapper and snapped the rubber down his dick, then stretched along his body until she had her phone in hand. She scanned through her playlist until she found something with a thumping beat: ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’.

  Simon laughed breathlessly. She straddled him and, her back to him, mounted his sheathed cock. Following the weak thump-thump-thump of the song’s tempo, Miranda worked her hips and took him deep over and over. She teased him at first, rising up and fucking only the tip, just like she’d done with her mouth earlier, then went as far forward as she could without losing him.

  She had no more words for him, but if they had been alone in the house she would have given Freddie Mercury some competition. Stifled, she once again let her body do all the talking. She rotated her hips and her tight nether mouth squeezed around him. As Simon panted and moaned, Miranda propped herself with one hand on the mattress and took possession of the vibrator once more.

  With the tapered end lively and pressed to her clit, Miranda began to ride him. The angle was perfect, hitting her G spot each time and making her question the need for the vibe as each stroke sent electricity through her body.

  ‘If you’re going to come with me, you’d better keep up,’ he said, a little too loudly as his shaft throbbed against her inner walls.

  Even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, she answered him. ‘Oh, I can keep up. You bet your ass I can keep up.’

  She managed to crank up the vibrator full blast and went still as she held it against her. As badly as she wanted that wicked friction, she wanted him her captive one last time. She wanted him to experience her orgasm, to live inside it.

  ‘Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus Christ, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,’ he gushed as the walls of her pussy throbbed around his cock. ‘Oh, fuck.’

  The song she had begun with had long ended, but Miranda could still hear its thump-thump-thump in her head and feel it in her blood. Her lungs burned as the ball of energy at the back of her throat swelled, but as the reverberation of the vibrator sent pulse after pulse through her cunt she had to let the red-hot energy out somehow. She shredded a moan through her teeth and squeezed her lids so tightly shut her eyes ached, and rode the same tsunami of pleasure she’d imposed upon him.

  Through the stifling haze that clouded her vision and thoughts, Miranda laughed and found words.

  ‘I told you, big man, I can keep up.’

  Lethargic but electric, Miranda shifted to work her muscles out of their desire to be at rest, then shunted over his dick. He sounded agonised, and no wonder. She had worked him into a frenzy and still denied him his release.

  After all this, Miranda longed to give him more than just a release. With the vibrator still buzzing in her hand, she reached between her legs and pressed it to where his cock met his balls.

  The bed shook as he strained against the scarves. She thanked her years as a Brownie for the strength of the knots that kept him tethered. Having charged him completely, Miranda bucked up and down and rolled her hips each time she took his thick cock.

  ‘Come for me, big man,’ she urged. He didn’t hold in his pleasure like she did, but he was more measured with it, grunting at every thrust down upon him.

  On and on she coaxed him, words keeping her momentum even if they were unheard, until his body went taut beneath her.

  Miranda held the vibe against him and cinched around him as he claimed his release at last. He dug his heels into her mattress and began to pant as he emptied into the condom.

  Though she set the vibrator aside with the rest of their playtime toys, she held him inside her body until he had sucked some of the energy back into his own.

  ‘Christ,’ he said at last.

  That was Miranda’s cue. She climbed off him and took a quick stretch at the edge of the bed before she began unwrapping him. He seemed to see her only vaguely when she pulled off the blindfold, then smiled stupidly as she took away the headphones.

  ‘Check out what was playing when I came,’ he prompted, and Miranda laughed as she skipped to the last song.

  ‘Adele. Manly.’

  ‘I know, right?’ His gaze followed her as she went for the bound wrist closest to her. ‘I’m not complaining, though.’

  ‘So what was playing when I came?’

  ‘I don’t know. Something with a lot of whistling.’

  Piece by piece, Miranda gave him back his freedom. She sat back on her calves and watched the glorious show as he stretched out like a giant waking from a centuries-old slumber on a rock face. As soon as she was finished he reached for her and pulled her in for a long kiss.

  ‘You’re pretty damn amazing,’ he said, rubbing up and down her back. ‘I’m not usually surprised –’

  ‘Did you know I was using the vibe on me while I was using it on you?’

  He groaned and rested his forehead against her shoulder. ‘I knew you were up to something, but I was too focused on what you were doing to my cock to think very hard about what that actually was.’

  ‘Guess I’m getting that sexy underwear I asked for,’ she joked.

  ‘I’ll get you a closetful of sexy underwear if you want.’

  He stretched across the bed, chin propped on his fist, and watched as she quickly tidied up. When she returned to the bedroom with the toy cleaned and dried, he gave her garter a snap and pulled her away from the nightstand towards the bed.

  ‘You’ve got everything. Relax.’

  She wasn’t sure if she could. She was far too amped up, too excited about what had transpired.

  And yet once she stripped off her belt and stockings and climbed onto the bed with him, all of that energy flowed out of her. He was so warm and his arms so long it was impossible not to feel lulled by the shelter of his embrace.

  She thought that it wouldn’t hurt to just rest her eyes for a moment.

  * * *

  Her next thought was panic as she heard Juliet stomp past her bedroom.

  One look at her phone revealed that they had slept for four hours.

  ‘Shit,’ she mouthed, and looked at the sleeping man in her bed, wondering if waking him with her hand across his mouth would be too alarming.

  She reached for his wrist, and stopped herself.

  Why should I have to sneak him out of the house?

  The first night she’d invited him in, there was no question that he had to go. Now, even after just a few weeks, Miranda felt cheated by the thought of pushing him out. They’d seen one another just about every day since they met, and when they weren’t together they sent texts back and forth when they could. Didn’t that make Simon her …

  She shook her head. She hated the word ‘boyfriend’. It was so middle school, and it seemed ridiculous to assign such a term to someone with Simon’s presence, but what else could she call him?

  Boyfriend it was, she thought resignedly, and found herself fighting back a smile.

  As corny as it was, the word suggested some sort of belonging. He belonged in her bed, and she belonged in his arms when they fell asleep. Opening her eyes to find herself twisted up with him had been wonderful for those three seconds before she realised what time it was.

  Miranda looked towards the door and weighed her options: let him sleep and face a potential dragon in the morning, or wake him to slip out in the dawn.

  The uncertainty from the night before returned. No matter what label could be slapped on their foreheads at this juncture and no matter how warm her fuzzies, she didn’t want to show the strain on her baggage just yet. If he slept on and stayed for breakfast, Ju
liet would eventually emerge and there was no telling which version of her sister Simon would meet.

  And so she took his hand, then leaned forward and kissed him. He woke slowly, turning towards her while still asleep and making a curious noise.

  He opened his eyes, and Miranda lifted her head and pressed her finger to his lips.

  ‘Shhh. My sister is back,’ she whispered, and nuzzled against him as he blinked sleep away. ‘We fell asleep. It’s time to go.’

  He closed his eyes again, and she was about to give him a shake when he spoke. ‘If your plan is for me to shimmy out through the window, I should remind you that you worked me over last night and I’d probably die of massive head trauma on the pavement.’

  Clapping her hand across her mouth to keep her laughter inside, she poked him until his eyes opened again.

  ‘What time is it?’

  ‘Five.’

  ‘Can you sneak me out at seven, at least?’

  Seven was too late. Now, at five, Juliet would have fallen into a deep sleep as soon as she crashed on her bed. At seven, there could be an accidental meeting in the hallway, or a brief break from sleep to slip out the kitchen door for a cigarette.

  But he was so warm and sleepy and inviting.

  She gave the baby monitor a tap. ‘You have until Eddie gets up, and judging by his silence all night it’ll be soon and it’ll be loud. Your ears will be bleeding as you walk to your car.’

  ‘Shush,’ he said, and his eyes were closed as he hauled her back down.

  She didn’t sleep, not now and not at six, and when Eddie made his own awakening known she turned off the monitor and slipped from the room. She did a quick diaper change, brought Eddie back to her bedroom, next to Simon, and laughed quietly as Eddie peered down at his bedmate.

  Miraculously, Eddie didn’t make any noise. He looked from Simon to Miranda and back again, then wiggled until she pulled him into a sitting position. He pointed to the headphones behind her. ‘Wassat?’

  After five minutes of her letting Eddie inspect the headphones and then listen to some music, Simon came out of sleep. Upon seeing the baby, he laughed.

  ‘I was about to ask how long you’d let me sleep.’