Page 73 of Break Me Open
“It means you care what happens,” he says. “And so do I.” My heart stutters, but before I can respond, he lifts his hand and finally touches me. His fingertips trace the side of my jaw. It’s reverent in a way I’m not prepared for, and my breath leaves me in a shudder. He tilts my chin up, so I have to look directly into his eyes. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he says. “At any point. You say it, and I’ll stop. No games.”
Arseny Zakirov is many things — arrogant, feral, impossible, but I’ve never heard him sound like that before. “I won’t need to stop,” I say, and my voice cracks on it.
His thumb runs across my cheekbone once. “Then take off your shirt.” My breath catches again, but this time it’s not nerves. It’s anticipation. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. The cold air hits my skin, but Ari’s gaze is hotter than the fire behind him. His eyes roam, slowly appraising, not in a way that makes me self-conscious, but in a way that makes me feel seen.
“Caiden,” he whispers, “Beautiful.” His hands slide to my waist as my fingers find his shoulders, then lower, tracing down his chest, following the warm skin, the scars and the curve of muscle. He shivers under my touch, barely, but enough that I feel it.
Ari shivers. Because of me.
Then I lean in and kiss him. I don’t rush it, and I don’t hesitate either. My mouth stays on his, the pressure firm enough that it eases into something deeper; he matches it, his hand coming up to gently grip my throat, holding me there while the kiss deepens.
Then, softly, he breaks it. “Lie down,” he whispers. The bed is a few steps behind me. I move backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I sink onto it. I lie back, propped on my elbows, staring up at him. Ari stands between my knees, leaning over, and sliding his hands up mythighs. His thumbs brush the inside seams of my jeans with light, teasing, testing touches, watching my reaction closely.
“Good,” he murmurs again. “Just like that.” He leans down further, slowly, and presses his mouth to my sternum as he kneels between my legs. Heat spreads under his lips like fire catching tinder. He kisses lower, then lower, and lower still.
My head falls back, and my fingers curl into the sheets. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s waking up after years of sleep. He reaches my stomach and pauses, his hands steady on my hips. “Caiden,” he says softly. I look down at him, his lips are parted, and his cheeks are flushed. He looks… different. There’s something in his expression that terrifies me with how much I want it to be real. “Tell me,” he says quietly. “If this is still what you want.”
“It really is,” I whisper, swallowing hard. “Don’t stop.”
He exhales, shakily, his hands go to my belt, and everything narrows to his touch.
Twenty-Eight
Arseny
Caiden is already breathing like he’s run five miles. His chest is rising in uneven bursts as he lies back, his eyes fixed on me like I’m something he can’t look away from even if he tries.
I take a few seconds longer than I need to. I want him to feel it. I want him to be aware of every moment and every choice.
I reach for him slowly, deliberately, giving him time to stop me. My fingers work his belt open, and I drag the zipper down, then his jeans and boxers over his thighs, baring him fully.
His cock is heavy, flushed, and the head is already wet. It slaps back against his stomach as his hips lift instinctively. “Stay,” I say, low and firm, throwing his jeans behind me. He freezes, his muscles tight, and his breath shuddering as he obeys.
I don’t touch him right away. I let my gaze do the work instead, dragging slowly over the lines of his body, memorising every reaction. His stomach tenses, and his fingers curl into the sheets like he’s bracing himself.
I smile, then take him in my hand. He gasps, and the sound rips straight through me. I give him a slow teasing stroke, feeling him thicken and twitch in my grip. I lean in and wrap my lips around his dripping head, taking him deep without warning. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I waste no time, sucking hard, exactly how he likes it. I pull back, my tongue swirling along the ridge of his head before I take himdeep into my throat again. “Oh God, Ari.” He moans, gripping the bedsheets tighter.
My saliva and his pre-cum coat the length of him as my head bobs. I hollow my cheeks for tighter suction, drawing louder sounds from him. His taste hits my tongue and, fuck, just as I think my restraint is holding, I feel it snap. I want Caiden to be greedy for me. I want him ruined and screaming my name when he comes.
I look up at his face from this angle, and my cock twitches in my jeans, so hard it aches. “Ari, fuck me—” he moans.
“Patience, detka,” I say, releasing him for a second. “Not yet.” His eyes stay locked on me as I slide my index finger into my mouth, soaking it. My hand dips down, and I circle his hole before pushing inside, then I take his cock back into my mouth. The breach is slow as I stretch him around my finger. I pump in and out of him carefully, grazing that spot that makes him gasp.
He cries out, and his hips buck, trying to fuck my face, but I pin him down with my free hand. My finger curls inside him, and he pleasure rolls through his body — judging by the whimpers tearing loose from his lips. I push my lips further down his length, taking him all the way back as I slowly add a second finger.
His hands shoot down to grip my hair, his voice cracking, his hips jerking as he tries to push deeper into my mouth while pulling away from my fingers opening him up. “Easy, detka, or I’ll have to tie you down,” I warn, releasing his cock to speak.
I increase my pace, thrusting my fingers more roughly now; my nails grazing his skin as I hammer that sweet spot inside him.
My throat relaxes to take his full length again and again, the rhythm climbing fast. My saliva mixed with his pre-cum drips down his balls, down to where my fingers are slipping inand out of him, and my suction turns merciless. His moans break into desperate pants; his body is trembling on the edge.
He’s actually shaking. Good. I want him right here, hovering at the point of breaking, unsure if he can take more but aching for it anyway.
Every sound he makes, makes me harder. “Ari, please,” he pants. Finally, I pull my fingers free and release him, rising to my feet.
I strip off the rest of my clothes in quick, efficient movements. “Stay on your back, legs up for me.” He scoots fully onto the bed, lifting his knees to his chest, exposing himself completely. His hole clenches in anticipation, still slick from my fingers, and the sight nearly undoes me. Not because of the position — though fuck — but because he doesn’t hesitate. Not for a second. He wants me. He trusts me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, more to myself than to him. “Just like that, Caiden.” I reach over to the bedside table and pull out a tub. I smear it over my throbbing shaft, pumping myself slowly as Caiden watches.
