Page 28 of ’Til You Break

His hands move over my knees and slowly part my legs. He is teasing me. Inspecting my face as I melt into nervous arousal. He’s scanning for any reaction that might indicate my rejection of him, like the one I’d offered that night at the club or even a few minutes ago in the kitchen.

It doesn’t come. It can’t. It’s trapped in my throat behind a wall of excitement.

I act strong and try to fend off his advances when he's nowhere near, only to crumble at the first sign of his interest.

It’s weakness in its purest form, yet the only kind I can fully stomach and embrace.

When he’s satisfied with how spread apart they are, Vik scooches between my legs. His hands trail up my thighs, stopping at my waistband. He hooks his fingers beneath both my pants and panties, taking a moment to continue his inspection.

“Bet you couldn’t wait for this,” he says, yanking at my pants. I am reluctant to agree to that out loud, but I don’t disagree with him either.

Instead, I press my palms against the table, hoisting my ass up and letting him finish what he started. It only takes one more tug and my pants are flying down my legs, leaving me naked in front of him.

For the first time since we got to this position, Vik’s eyes descend. They stay glued to my pussy, as a thousand thoughts start racing through his head.

“Wet, pink, perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than me.

He grabs my ankles and abruptly hoists them over his shoulders, inadvertently pulling me closer. He licks his lips, eager for the meal he’s waited for days to get.

Vik starts against my inner leg, kissing and nibbling the skin toward his destination. His tongue makes contact with the wetness trickling down my thigh. He hums, pleased by the taste.

That first lick also sends him into a frenzy. The cautious approach he has taken until now, disappears with a groan. His lips descend to my pussy, wrapping around my clit, like a feral animal gorging on its first meal in days. His tongue slithers and laps at every inch it can reach.

My body jerks in response, driving my hips against his mouth. My hands shoot away from my sides and I coil my fingers in his dark locks. Short, sharp breaths hold back my moans at the overwhelmingly intense pleasure his mouth kicks through my system.

He lowers one hand, bringing it to my entrance and teasing the hole. The other ascends to my breasts. When his palm grazes my breast a delighted ah slips out of my lips and he squeezes firmly.

I collapse onto my back with the first plunge of one long finger sliding inside me. It moves slower than his tongue, which darts against and circles my arousal. His fingers are a tool meant to enhance the arousal, not detract from the main event.

And it’s working.

God, is it working. Well-timed and precise thrusts stimulate my insides while the outer walls are bombarded by his mouth. Ferocious devouring is mixed with graceful elegance in the purest harmony of pleasure.

I can’t hold the euphoria back any longer. Spasms of pleasure ripple through my body, and my grip tightens in his hair. Pulling him closer, harder, moaning in delight.

“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you scream,” Vik murmurs against my soaked pussy. His tongue slithers over my clit on every pause, rolling his fingers inside me.

I give him what he wants. A cacophony of satisfaction echoes through the vast expanse of his open-plan home. Moans, squeals and gasps, carry me over the edge of unimaginable pleasure. Vik continues pleasuring me through the crescendo.

He squeezes my breasts, licking whatever he can, and stroking my inner walls. Somewhere in it all, he slips a second finger inside me, and I don’t even notice.

As I come back down from the high he’s taken me to, Vik pulls away. I half-expect him to stand up and drop his shorts, replacing his fingers with the menacing largeness inside them.

He doesn’t.

Vik clears his throat, and inspects the mess he’s left me in, smiling all the while. He wipes his mouth and chin clean of my juices, and steps back.

“Where did that come from?” I ask, half-playful, half-sincere.

He gave no indication that we would end up doing this when he came inside. And I sure as hell didn’t give him any indication that this is what I wanted. But now I’m starting to wonder if that’s just a lie I tell myself to get by.

Because I can’t resist him, no matter how hard I try.

“Had to test your theory,” he says. “See if you’d give me what I want, or stay strong under pressure.”

“Ah, well…” Heat swells through my entire body, and I’m sure most of me is blushing this time, not just my cheeks. “You caught me off guard. I’ll prepare better next time.”

“Next time?”