Page 66 of What If We Break?
His thrusts became more erratic, his balls slapping against my pussy with each forceful move. The sound of our bodies colliding almost managed to drown out the music from the party entirely.
“I have an idea,mi princesa,” he spoke quietly as he slid a hand around my body, his fingers working magic on my clit.
“You better not break that condom on purpose,” Ibreathed, though I honestly wouldn’t have cared if he did. I was still on birth control anyway, and I was sure we would’ve found a tissuesomewherein this room. Or Reece could’ve stolen toilet paper from one of the bathrooms.
Reece laughed, a deep, hoarse sound that somehow managed to drive me even closer to my release. “I knew I should’ve thrown them out.”
“Reece,” I groaned, sort of madly this time while clenching harder around his cock. “Please, just… I’m so close.”
His chuckle turned a bit devious this time, his grip on my hip tight enough to possibly leave a bruise before he pushed into me once more, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.
My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending going off like wildfires that even the cold window couldn’t distinguish.
His fingers on my clit worked in sync with his cock pounding into me, driving me higher and higher.
I cried out his name, each moan louder than the next.
The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the thud of our skin, the wet sounds of our arousal, and the harsh, ragged breathing of two people who were apparently completely out of their minds.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled.
As soon as the words left his lips, my body exploded into a million pieces. The instant orgasm rippled through my body, shaking violently as it took over every inch of me, making me scream his name. Whoever was in the rooms next to us or the hall heard me for sure.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he panted, continuing to plunge into me until his cock twitched inside me, filling the condom with his cum.
Exhausted and limp, we collapsed against the window, gasping as we both tried to catch our breath.
My legs were shaking, my body still trembling as I found barely enough strength to reach behind me and pull his dick out of me. I turned around and wrapped my arms around my fiancé for a little more stability.
He held me tight, his heart racing against mine.
“I should get dressed,” I said, though I didn’t move.
“Yeah, probably.” Reece let go of me, taking a step back. He removed his condom and tied it up, got himself all zipped up again, and then began looking around the room.
While he was looking for the trash, I made my way over to the desk, grabbed my dress, and threw it over my body.
“You alright?” Reece asked as he returned to my side. Guess he found the trash to dispose of the condom.
I nodded softly, shifting my gaze toward the window. I could see a faint imprint of where my body had been pressed against it. “Do you think we should leave a note so the guy can clean his windows?”
Reece pressed his lips to the top of my head, chuckling. “Nah, let him figure it out. Besides, we probably won’t be the last ones leavingsomethingin here.”
I gave him a playful slap right in the middle of his chest. “You’re quite something, Carter.”
He winked at me before reaching out to cup my face and pull me in for a kiss. “And you, Brooke, are everything I need to survive.”
I melted into the kiss, savoring the way his tongue explored my mouth.
“Oh, I have good news, by the way,” he said, sounding all excited as he pulled away from the kiss. “The condom didn’t break.”
I laughed softly. Only Reece would get excited over that, but somehow, that just made me love him even more.
He found joy in such little things, it was impressive. Perhaps he should teach me how to do that someday.
“Great, so I won’t have to tell my parents I’m pregnant in a few weeks.” That still wouldn’t have happened even if the condom broke, but whatever.
“Baby, we can’t get you pregnant yet anyway,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I promised your dad it wouldn’t happen before we’re married. I don’t break promises.”
