Breach

by K. I. Lynn

  “Have you ever had a cock up here?” he asked. I shook my head, my body crying out for him to shove his cock inside me. “Don’t lie to me, slut.”

  I shook my head again. “None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”

  He grinned up at me, licking his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there. Soon.” He pulled his fingers from me, his weeping cock released and landing back down on his stomach. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”

  “Y–yes,” I stammered.

  “My cock likes the sound of that, and,” his gaze moved down, “so does your pretty little pussy.”

  I almost cried with joy when he lined up his cock, but screamed out in pleasure when he slammed me down hard as he pushed up, filling me in one swift movement. My hands moved to his chest for support, while his held my hips in a painful grip, almost bone crushing.

  “Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me,” he groaned, lifting me up and pulling me back down.

  “Deeper,” I moaned.

  “Deeper?” He slowed down and kept his cock at my entrance.

  “Fucking tease.” I let all my weight relax so he was filling me again.

  “Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” He flipped us over, pounding me into the couch. My head rolled back, my eyes fluttering close. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”

  I smirked at him; he was so full of himself in that moment. His heavy hooded eyes watched, transfixed as his cock disappeared into my pussy with each thrust. His jaw was tight and there was a constant look of furious concentration, as if he was driving his demons out of him with each movement.

  He growled. “That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”

  I was buzzing, my muscles tightening, signaling I was close. Nathan must’ve felt it as well.

  “Come on, slut, come all over my cock. Come!”

  I screamed out his name, my nails digging into his arms, back arching as I convulsed around him.

  His relentless pounding didn’t let up as I came down, it increased. Curses flew from his mouth, the slapping sound of skin filling the room. His sexy sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his cock pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.

  I loved watching him, knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams. Me, I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.

  His eyes met mine, and there was an emotion I’d never seen emitting from them. It was strong, and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck holding me close.

  My head couldn’t wrap itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.

  He pulled away, his eyes holding mine—fierce, determined and so damn hypnotic. His body was draped over mine, his pace quickening. Teeth scraped against my skin, biting, marking, as the assault from his mouth moved around. Tongue lashing at my skin, while lips caressed the harshness away. He bit down hard on my shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth, making sure the mark was good and dark. My walls tightened, and I could feel myself on the edge.

  “You’re going to come.” His mouth crushed mine, and forced my lips open. Several sexy sighs escaped him, flowing into me, and I felt his dick twitch. I smiled at the thought of watching him come undone above me.

  He picked up my legs and anchored them over his shoulders. He pumped straight into me, his tip hitting the same glorious spot his fingers had earlier.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.” There was a fierce edge to his voice. His erotic words were not empty or void. I knew he meant every single fucking word.

  “More,” I said, the word coming out unbidden. My mind was foggy, lost in the Nathan-induced haze.

  “Shit! Fuck, baby, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” he stammered out, pleasure induced incoherency taking over.

  His fingers dug into my thighs, shoving them together and with a force I’d never felt before. It fucking ripped me apart and landed me with an orgasm that was akin to an out of body experience.

  “Fuck, Nate. Yes!” I screamed louder than I ever had during an orgasm, shuddering breaths and indecipherable moans, falling from my lips.

  Every muscle in his body was vibrating, his head tipped back as he started yelling. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”

  His voice shattered, drowning mine out. I felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled out of me. I stared as his hand pumped his cock, the head straining so much it was almost purple. He let out a strangled cry as the first hot stream was released. It landed on my left breast; the following spraying on my stomach. His body convulsed and swayed, hips jerking with each spurt.

  “Shit, that is the best fucking sight in the world,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared down at my body. “You look so fucking good covered in me.” He moved his cock around, spreading his come around my skin, staring in perverse fascination.

  “That was… God, I can’t describe it.” I was incredulous as I dragged my hands up through my sweat matted hair.

  He beamed at me. “I know.”

  The damn mercurial man in front of me was so happy. He was beaming at me like he adored everything about me. What the hell? Was it due to my earth shattering orgasm and he was pleased he’d done it to me? Or was there something else going on?

  “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning, you’re buying,” I said between pants.

  “How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?” He smirked and slowly pushed off of me.

  “I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”

  Before I could smack him or throw something at his smirking face, he was shrugging his pants up his hips and heading for the door.

  “Asshole!” I hollered at him from my gelatinous place on the couch.

  “You mean ‘thank you!’” He snorted and threw open the door, letting it slide closed behind as he disappeared into the hallway.

  CHAPTER 7

  By Friday morning, I was still walking a little on the funny side, my muscles recuperating. With a coffee cup in hand, I was headed to the break room, only to find Caroline filling up her own.

  “So, how’s it going today?” she asked, pouring the creamer into her cup and stirring.

  I rinsed my own cup out in the sink, then poured myself some. “He’s such a pain in my ass!” I tried to keep my lips from quirking up into a smile, and present a pissed off demeanor. Inside I was laughing, knowing one day he’d make it true in a literal sense.

  I couldn’t tell Caroline about that though. Not yet. I still didn’t know what we were anyway. She laughed, before going over the evening plans. I was supposed to be out of the building by five to eat dinner before meeting her and some of our coworkers at eight.

  I headed home at the promised time and ate while I scoured my closet for something to wear. It’d been so long since I’d gone out for “fun” that it took me some time to dig out any going-out worthy clothing. Suits and business attire had taken over my closet, making it hard to find anything else.

  The air still held a chill, so I settled for a jean skirt and large neck sweater that fell off one shoulder. I dug out some knee-high heeled boots for added warmth on my legs. The thought of tights passed through my mind, but I knew Nathan wouldn’t like them.

  I didn’t even know if he was coming, and even if he did, people we worked with were around, so he wouldn’t be touching me or dancing with me.

  When I arrived at the destination, Caroline and her boyfriend, Ian, were waiting for me at the entrance, and we were able to s
ecure a large half-moon booth for our group.

  I’d finished off a shot of rum, and was starting in on a Long Island, when I felt it. Felt him—his eyes.

  Nathan was there.

  “Hey, Nathan, you made it!” Caroline called out.

  I jolted, shooting my friend a death glare as we scooted around to make room. I was on the end, making me the one he sat next to, our thighs touching.

  “Wouldn’t have missed it,” he replied with a smile as he greeted the table. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear and sending heat throughout my body. “Lila.”

  I smiled at him. “Nate.” His eyes flashed and he drew in a quick breath, but he composed himself before anyone noticed. “I’m surprised to see you out.”

  “Oh, we used to see him here all the time,” Ian chimed in. “Been months, dude. We thought you fell off the face of the earth or something. Finally find yourself a steady girl?”

  Nathan laughed, but I couldn’t find it in me to join in due to the knife twisting in my gut. Of course he would go out to get his kicks. It didn’t slip my attention that Ian said he hadn’t seen him since before we started having sex, though.

  “So, you’re a man-whore? Should have known.” I downed the rest of the Long Island in front of me. The thought of his hands on some of the skanks I saw around the place made my blood boil. Okay, the thought of his hands on anyone other than me did it, but did I expect him to have been a monk before me?

  No. It wasn’t rational.

  “It was just sex, Delilah. Fucking,” he mumbled low enough for just me to hear.

  I could feel the bile rising in my stomach, my expression slipping, exposing my displeasure.

  That’s right, just sex. You don’t mean anything to him other than a good fuck.

  I jumped, flinching when I felt a hand on my leg, right above my knee. Nathan’s hand gripped tight, his thumb making small circular patterns on my skin, placing a fire in their wake. His scent enveloped my senses as he whispered in my ear, “I don’t want them.”

  He didn’t include me in that comment, as he would previously, grouping me along with the rest of his fan club. A step, I supposed, but a step to what? To him fucking me at his whim? If I was being honest with myself, I wanted more. But I would take whatever he would give just to have a part of him.

  “I need another drink,” I said as I turned for Nathan to let me out. His face was hard and unreadable, and his grip on my leg tightened. My heart rate sped up; he always managed to touch me in a way that excited my body and made it rebel.

  “Are you sure that’s wise?” His gaze moved to the empty glasses in front of me.

  “Are you my fucking father? No, I didn’t think so. Let me the fuck up so I can get another drink.” I was fuming, no doubt about it. He finally relented, and I pushed past him and through the crowd, clamoring for a drink.

  Up at the bar, I tried to get the bartender’s attention. Tried, but failed.

  “Need help, pretty lady?” a slimy voice asked from behind. I could smell the alcohol wafting off him without even turning around. I crooked my head to find a good looking, but drunk as all hell blond man.

  “No thanks, I’m fine.” I returned back to my task of getting the damn bartender to acknowledge my existence.

  “Suit yourself.”

  After finally getting some attention, I got a Hard Lemonade and headed out to the dance floor where Caroline and Ian were grinding away. I joined in, the booze and the music taking me away from my inhibitions, and I danced.

  My eyes were closed, hips swaying to the beat. A body pressed up against mine, but not the one I wanted. There was an arm around my waist, a hand at my hip. The touch was foreign, not what I craved, what I needed, but in my inebriation, I let it stay.

  He pulled me back into him, and felt his arousal. The hand on my hip worked its way up my waist, skimming the side of my breast.

  It was wrong, all wrong. It wasn’t his hands, his body—Nate. That was who I wanted. Nate.

  A chill ran down my spine, igniting my body. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know Nathan was there.

  “Can I cut in?” His voice was low and menacing. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, anger vibrating off of him.

  “Wait your turn,” a drunken voice said from behind me. I tilted my head back to see the blond that had been at the bar. Ew, I was dancing with him?

  Nathan snarled. “I’m not asking.”

  Funny, people snarled at me in the past, but it had always been frightening. Not so with Nathan; he was turning me on.

  “Okay, man, shit, take her,” blondie said as he backed away and pushed me at Nathan. I crashed into his chest, hands gripping his shirt. I was unable to stop myself from breathing him in.

  “What the fuck was that about?” I pushed off him.

  Instead of an answer, he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the dance floor. “You’re letting strange men put their hands all fucking over you!” His grip tightened.

  “What the hell do you care, Thorne? Huh?”

  “Because, you are mi—”

  “This guy bothering you, Lila?” A familiar voice boomed out over the music, cutting off whatever Nathan was about to say.

  My head snapped to the side to find a familiar silhouette, and my gaze rose to find an annoyed set of eyes trained on the hand gripping my arm. It looked like he was waiting for the go ahead to tear it off.

  A gasp escaped my lips as I looked at my very pissed off ex-boyfriend. “Andrew?”

  The rising tension was almost palpable in the small area we occupied. Andrew was there, standing next to me, ready to rip Nathan apart. A pissing contest seemed to commence while Nathan’s hand remained in place, his fingers still digging into my arm.

  “Let go of the lady,” Andrew warned, fists clenching at his side.

  Nathan’s eyes flickered to mine before going back to Andrew. Instead of releasing me, he pulled me closer to him. Andrew’s hand reached out to grab Nathan, and I knew what I had to do.

  Stepping between the two, I grabbed the front of their shirts and pushed them apart with as much force as I could muster. Which, considering their sizes compared to my own, wasn’t much.

  “Enough! Jesus, knock it off.” I glared at them. “Nathan, you can let go now. Drew, back off.”

  “He was grabbing your arm, Lila. Hard.” Drew’s steely gaze was leveled on Nathan.

  “Yes, after saving me from some drunk sleaze on the dance floor,” I explained. Well, it was pretty much true. “Then he proceeded to lecture my drunk ass about watching out for myself.”

  Andrew’s jaw opened and then closed, looking from me to Nathan. “Really?” He looked like he was still dubious of Nathan’s reaction and harsh grip, which was warranted as Nathan was still on the defensive side.

  “What’s going on?” Caroline came up to us, her eyes taking in our stance.

  “Just a misunderstanding and too much testosterone,” I assured her.

  Andrew visibly relaxed, but continued to be on his guard. It took Nathan longer. What had Nathan been about to say? My stomach churned as an insane curiosity swept through me. And what was he so angry about now?

  “Okay, then,” Caroline said, looking between all of us. “We ordered another round of drinks back at the table. Join us, Drew?”

  Andrew’s gaze moved down to me as if he was searching for something before answering. “Sounds great, Carrie.” His familiar good natured grin lit up his features. He swept me up in his arms for a hug then extended his hand outward, indicating for me to go first. “After you, Lila.” It was apparent he didn’t trust Nathan enough to let me walk in front of him.

  My steps wobbled a bit, the alcohol getting to me more. Nathan’s hand reached out to mine, steadying me. I looked up to find his emotions secured back in place, his anger stifled for the moment, hidden away, stewing beneath. His fake smile was plastered in place, and inside I cried out for the real Nathan to show himself again. I wanted to know him, not the pretty picture he
presented to the world. Brief glimpses were not enough to satisfy me.

  God, we were the perfect pair with the way we handled ourselves.

  It would be nice to be normal, not to have to keep the act up all of the time. To end the masquerade.

  Somehow the nightmare escalated as I ended up sandwiched between Andrew and Nathan. The most awkward place in the world to be—at least for me. Trapped between the guy I used to date, and the guy who was secretly fucking me into oblivion. It didn’t help that Nathan’s hand had returned to my thigh under the table.

  Andrew hiked his thumb toward Nathan. Subtlety be damned. “Okay, so who’s this newbie?”

  We all laughed then everyone launched into the whole Vivian debacle that led to Nathan being my new partner in crime. Oh, if they only knew how true that was in reality.

  The waitress came by with the round Caroline ordered. I got one sip in before a hand grabbed it from me.

  “You don’t need that,” Andrew said.

  My glare was icy as I grabbed the glass back from him, taking multiple large gulps until the majority of the liquid was gone. “Don’t mess with my drink, Drew. I need it.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “It’s the only way I can sleep, okay?” I admitted in a huff, and rubbed my eyes. I was so tired, exhausted to the point of tears. Add in the downers of the booze and I was about to burst. “I just want to get some fucking sleep. I can’t fucking drink every night, so let me sleep tonight. I can get more than a couple hours in and my brain will shut down.”

  Caroline thankfully jumped in, which was good because I didn’t want to go into it any further. “Her insomnia’s back.”

  Nathan was already staring at me, I could feel it. My attention moved down to where his hand was, the skin tingling beneath.

  “All right, off topic Lila. I’m not interesting enough. Next topic,” I rambled, trying to steer the conversation away from my depressing self.

  Andrew snorted. “I see you still love to be the center of attention.”

  I rolled my eyes, which caused my whole head to spin. “Yeah, yeah. Drunk, depressed, center-of-attention-hating, stupid, ugly…” I choked as the words began swirling in my head. I tilted the rest of my drink back, trying to drown them out.