Breaking Her Bad by Michelle Mankin
Claire
Kyle grabbed my hand when I arrived at Footit’s with Missy. “We need to go over the set list.”
“But—” Missy sputtered, but Kyle cut her off.
“It can wait. Do something with Chad.”
“We already decided on the set list.” I gave Kyle a puzzled glance as he strode through the middle of the bar, dragging me with him.
“I’m going over something, all right.” His fingers tightened around mine, and sparks flew up my arm. “Your body naked.”
Understanding dawned. “Ah, I see. Yay.”
“Stay out of the back, Bob,” Kyle barked at his uncle, who was taking an overturned chair off a table. “I’m gonna be busy with Claire.”
“You told me earlier.” Bob rolled his eyes. “Not going to forget something that’s important to you.”
“Thanks,” Kyle said, but I wasn’t sure Bob heard as we entered the back hallway. Leaning close to my ear, he whispered, “You’re beautiful but too slow.”
Taking my breath away, my guy he swept me off my feet. In a couple of long strides, he had me inside his room. After locking the door, he deposited me on the bed.
Kyle whipped his shirt off, quickly following me down. I raced my hands over his smooth skin and the ridges of his abs before he started working on my boots. Circling the coin of his hard nipple with my thumb, I lowered my head to lick and then suck it.
He groaned. “Fucking hell, Claire. I’m revved up enough.
“How?” I asked. “I barely touched you.”
“Looking at you all day in that skirt. You’re so sexy.”
My boots aside, he parted my legs and moved between them while sliding his hands up my legs. Wetness rushing to my core, I sat up and watched him lower his head as I unbuttoned my shirt. He kissed the inside of one of my knees, then the other.
“That tickles.” I giggled and fumbled with a button.
“Love your giggle. But how about this?” He ran his tongue over my skin from my knee to my inner thigh.
“That doesn’t tickle,” I said throatily. My nipples hardened as I shrugged off my shirt.
“You taste good. Salty and sweet.” He licked my skin again, from knee to upper thigh.
“That feels good.” My pussy quivered.
“Are you wet?” Gazing at me with eyes the color of molten metal, he flipped my skirt up to my ribs and whisked off my panties.
I gave him my sexiest look. “Very.”
“Let’s see.” He threw my legs over his shoulders and put his mouth between them.
“Oh, Kyle.”
I panted as he licked, circled, and sucked my pulsing clit. Seeing his head between my legs, feeling his satiny hair against my skin, and his hot hungry mouth on me, I moaned. It was too much.
“Enough,” I warned, beginning to pulse. “I need your cock inside me.”
Lifting his head, he gave me a dark look and swiped his wicked tongue across his lips.
“Kyle, please.” I reached down between us, wanting his cock.
“Get your bra off. I’ll get my cock out.”
“Right.” I reached behind me to unlatch the clasp and removed my bra.
When I straightened, he was lowering himself, his focus on my breasts. Fastening his wet mouth around one nipple he licked, circled, and sucked it while pinching and rolling the other.
Throwing my head back, I hummed. “That feels so good, but I’m ready for you.”
“I’m ready for you too.” Yet he captured my parted lips with his mouth and thrust his tongue inside.
Tasting myself and his hunger, I moaned again. Placing my palms on his strong shoulders, I pushed him back. “Please?”
“Yes, babe.” Kyle positioned and entered me swiftly. “So good.”
I let out a ragged breath. He filled me so completely.
Watching me with dark eyes, he brought his hands under my ass. His hard cock slid through my wetness. Squeezing one rounded ass cheek in each masterful hand, he drove into me, his strokes rhythmic and measured, then erratic and rough. I wrapped my limbs around him, taking what he gave and returning it.
“Kyle . . . oh, Kyle.”
I lifted my hips into each hot stroke. Rough for rough. I surrendered to the madness that we were joined together like this. My fingernails dug crescents in the tight skin stretched over his ass. I strained, taking him deeper as he drove into me over and over.
“Claire.” He groaned, thrusting harder, faster.
“Kyle . . .” Locking my limbs around him, I felt it coming.
Fire licked my skin. Flames consumed me. He drove in deeper than ever before, stiffening inside me, and I flew. High and then higher, I went, and he went with me.
Rather than flying above the fire, we went through it.
Together.