All the Broken Pieces: (Broken Series Book 3) (8 page)

And impressive balls they were.

I returned to my sweet torture, letting him get right on the cusp of orgasm before pulling back and changing tactics. Sometimes I gave little licks, sometimes I turned my attention to his sac, but always I kept him from coming… that wouldn’t be happening any time soon and—when it did—it would be because
I
allowed it.

And
only
when I allowed it.

His body was my playground and this game was all mine.

Brant’s arms were wrapped around my thighs, trying desperately to pull my pussy onto his face. He’d lifted himself as much as our body positions would allow and was laving me with his tongue, but it was clear that he wanted more. He wanted to bury it all the way inside me but could only reach far enough to lap at my clit.

He was making the most arousing sounds of want and frustration.

Poor guy.

Taking pity on him, I lowered myself onto his eager mouth and gasped as he immediately buried a surprisingly nimble tongue in my pussy. I groaned around the cock in my mouth which only spurred him on and made him thrust faster, both with his tongue and his hips, pushing himself all the way into my throat with a grunt.

I immediately pulled back, knowing he was seconds from orgasm and smirked at the frustrated hiss that came from between my thighs. My shaking, wobbly thighs.

His mouth latched onto my clit, sucking hard as his tongue worked me.

The shaking intensified until I could barely hold myself up. Heat spread through my entire body and my breath caught in my throat.

Dammit, no!

I sat up with a start, pulling myself out of Brant’s reach and barely avoiding the orgasm that had nearly ruined everything.

“Tease.” Brant mumbled, humor in his voice. “Five more seconds and I would have had you coming all over my tongue.”

“Cocky much?” I rolled my eyes and moved my knees from around his head, grabbing his wallet and handing it to him so he could retrieve the condom while I took up position near his waist, just waiting for my chance to climb onto that glorious cock.

“When your thighs are gripping my head like you’re trying to crack a walnut and the juices are flowing out of you like a damn faucet, I have good reason to be cocky, Red.” He smirked as he pulled out the foil pack and tossed his wallet onto the pile of clothes.

I snorted at his arrogance though it actually turned me on. “If I hadn’t prevented it, you would have blown your load ten times.”

He handed me the condom and winked. “I find it disturbing that you have so little faith in my self-control. Maybe I like to teeter on the brink, ever think of that?”

Edging… A man after my own heart.

“Is that a fact?” I purred as I rolled the condom down his smooth shaft. “Bet I can keep you on the edge long enough to regret that statement. And I know I can make you come first.” I raised a brow in challenge.

“Not much of a bet, if you ask me. Sounds like even if I lose, I win.” He grinned and held out a hand to help me shift myself to straddle him.

I reached between us and gripped his erection, lightly rubbing it along my seam. “Does that mean you’re in?”

He glanced at where his head was pressing against my opening. “Not yet, but I will be in a second.” He gripped my hips and thrust up, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, causing us both to gasp and freeze at the exquisite feel of it. “Now I’m in, gorgeous.” He laid back and put his hands behind his head, watching me with a dare in his eyes. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I rose up until he was barely inside me and slammed myself down so hard the truck’s shocks squeaked. “Let the games begin…”

•••

Nearly two mind-blowing hours later, I took pity on his writhing form and allowed him to come. His body shuddered so long I thought maybe he’d slipped into a damn seizure. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed and definitely the most powerful—for him to experience and for me to watch. My body tingled all over as I slowly rotated my hips, drawing out the last waves of his release until he finally stilled beneath me, chest heaving and eyes heavily hooded with satisfaction.

“Looks like I won the bet.” The corner of my mouth curled up into a cocky smile as I leaned down to press my lips to his.

He was still fighting for breath but managed to shake his head and mutter, “I wouldn’t call an orgasm like that a loss, darlin’. Not by a long shot.”

“I’ll add that one to the list.” I chuckled, pushing his unruly hair from his face.

He glanced down at where we were still joined, pushing his hips up one last time and giving an involuntary jerk. “What list?” he asked absently, clearly in the afterglow zone.

“I call it ‘things losers say…’“ I smirked down at him. “Now, time for the loser to pay the price.” I raised my body off his, leaving him sitting on the back seat all alone. He chuckled deeply and hastily removed the condom, depositing it in a plastic bag that had been tucked under the front seat.

We’d moved inside the truck during one of my purposeful pauses about an hour before. He’d been right about the bed liner, it was kind of painful on my bare flesh after a good hour of riding his impressive cock.

Luckily, the truck had a surprisingly spacious back seat, allowing me to ride him in a variety of positions and bring him close to climax so many times I’d lost count. Now, though, it wasn’t the backseat I wanted.

It was the wide console between the two front seats.

I moved over to it, turning back to face him as I took a seat on it and laid back until my entire back rested on the badged leather top. Once I was situated, I parted my legs wide and watched his hungry gaze fall to my bare pussy. His tongue did an involuntary sweep of his lower lip as I moved my slender fingers between my legs and began slowly tracing a path down my inner thighs.

“Like what you see?” I asked him, intentionally sounding breathless and wanton.

“I’d like it better if I could taste it.” He moved to do just that but I stopped him with a shake of my head.

“No, no, no, loser boy. You had your fun, now I get to have mine.” I pointed to the seat he was edging his way off of. “You keep your ass in your seat. It wouldn’t be a punishment if you got to play, now would it?”

He cocked a brow, confused. “But…”

“Nope.” I cut him off, reveling in the shudder that passed through him when I started to slowly rub my clit with the tips of my index and middle fingers. “Your punishment is to watch me come without you. You don’t get to touch,” I scissored my fingers open, revealing even more of my wet core to him. “Or taste.” I flicked my clit lightly and gave a little moan. “Or push that rock-hard cock inside me.” I slid my middle finger inside and slowly pumped it in and out. “This orgasm is going to be all me, baby.”

He growled low in his throat as he watched me add a second finger and throw my head back, fingering myself furiously until I was so close to orgasm my legs shook. Knowing his eyes were on me, knowing he was dying to lick me, finger me, fuck me… that was the thought that turned me on the most.

And knowing that this orgasm would never be his. Not ever.

Labored breaths and soft whimpers were the only sound. The whimpers were from me. The harsh, heavy breathing… that was all Brant.

I lifted my head to meet his eye and saw such hunger there, so much want… want that I was denying him, using to punish him, thriving on and thrilling from. The longer he held my eye, the closer my orgasm crept until I was crying out, the spasming walls of my pussy squeezing and releasing my probing fingers.

He didn’t blink, didn’t even seem to breathe as he played voyeur to my one-woman show. I continued to slowly press in and out for a while afterward, not wanting to stop teasing him despite my swollen opening being hyper sensitive in my post-orgasmic state. I sighed contentedly and gave him a wink, loving the desire in his eyes.

“You keep doing that and all bets are off.” He warned, his voice gravelly and menacing.

“Doing what?” My voice was innocent, sweet… a complete contrast to the situation given that I was still lazily thrusting my fingers in and out of my pussy.

He gave me a wry look, barely able to tear his gaze from the juncture of my thighs. “You know damn well what you’re doing. The punishment should have ended when your orgasm did. Anything beyond that is you trying to draw out the torture, which is bullshit. Now, either stop teasing me or you’re going to have a lot more than a couple of fingers buried in that sweet pussy, Red.”

The look on his face made it clear that it wasn’t an idle threat.

I nearly came again right there.

And that scared the shit out of me because the last thing that should be turning me on was some guy trying to take control. The control was mine and mine only. Always would be. I’d never give that up, not for anyone.

Yep, that did it. My arousal was officially gone.

I slowly removed my hand from between my legs and sat up, jumping slightly when Brant leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, plunging my dripping fingers in his mouth.

My breath caught in my chest at the look of rapture on his face as he licked and sucked until all traces of my arousal were gone. Devoured.

When he was finished, he placed a series of kisses from my palm to my wrist before pulling me close enough to capture my mouth. The searing heat of his full lips made my desire flare anew. God, he was a good kisser. Alternating between demanding and tender: hard and punishing one minute, soft and seductive the next. By the time he moved to my jawline, my body felt like it was engulfed in flames.

A pitiful whimper escaped me as he trailed the tip of his tongue down my neck, causing him to chuckle against my throat.

“You okay there, gorgeous?” I could
hear
the smirk on his face. “Like being teased?”

I fought to find my voice, to make it sound unaffected. “I’m fine. Bored, actually.” Right. Might have been more convincing if I hadn’t
moaned
it. Shit. He was trying to turn the tables on me.

He laughed smugly, sucking on the flesh between my throat and collarbone before quickly sitting back, cocky grin in place. “Yeah, those shallow breaths and the way you’re clenching your thighs together are clear indications of your boredom.”

Clearing my throat, I gave him a bland look. “Fine. I guess I had that coming. We even now?”

“For the moment.” He grinned.

I gave him a small smile and a big eye roll as I moved past him to climb out of the truck, intent on gathering my clothes before I got swept away again.

“Oh, fuck. That’s really hot.” He muttered behind me as I walked toward the tailgate.

I stopped and turned back to meet his hooded gaze. “What? Never seen a bare ass before, slick?”

He shook his head and reached out to turn me around. “Not that, though you really do have an impressive ass,” he said from behind me, trailing his fingers over my back. “Do you feel that?”

I stopped and focused on his hands, the way they were tracing a specific pattern across my skin. “Yeah, what is that?”

His breath was warm on my bare back, like he was crouching down and leaning close.

The sensation made me shudder, goosebumps breaking out across my arms.

“The cobra decal on my console left a perfect imprint on your back.” His fingers traveled the length of it, followed by his tongue. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Those soft, full lips brushed across my skin as he spoke, his voice deep and seductive.

I stepped out of his reach, forcing myself to move before I got sucked back in. “Sorry to break up the party, but the air has turned cool and I’m ready for my sweater.” A bit of a fabrication. It was cooler than it had been when we first arrived, but it wasn’t that bad. I just needed some distance.

He sighed with obvious disappointment but didn’t argue. “Here ya go, gorgeous.”

I turned in time to catch my bra and panties as they sailed through the air between us.

He reached over into the back of the truck again and snagged the rest of my clothes off of the toolbox, saving me the trouble and awkwardness of having to climb back up onto the tailgate naked.

“Thanks.” I gave him a smile of appreciation as I tugged my thin lacy panties up my legs and got to work on my bra.

Those deep blue eyes shined in the moonlight as he nodded and watched me dress, absently pulling on his own clothes without looking away from me in the process. I had his undivided attention.

His gaze wasn’t desire-filled as it had been before. No, it was something else. Something anticipatory, like he was waiting for me to say or do something and he was willing to let me do it in my own time.

It was unnerving.

I glanced around us as I stepped back into my shoes, looking for a safe topic of conversation. Across the large field to the right, fog was beginning to creep in, low and thick, inching along toward us. I nodded toward it, trying to sound casual, like I wasn’t scrambling. “I wonder how long it will take for that to get here.”

Brant followed my gaze. “Probably not long. Half an hour or so and this whole area will look like something out of a scary movie.” He turned back to me. “You have me out here all alone. In the dark. And the fog. Should I be worried? I mean, we just met a few days ago. You’re not a serial killer or anything are you?”

He was teasing, of course, but the reference reminded me of something and before I knew it, the words came pouring out.

“You know, when I first met Teach I thought he was a murderer.” I said with a chuckle, despite the pinch in my chest when I said the name.

He looked at me with wide eyes and an amused smile, raising a questioning brow so I would explain.

I stepped over to the tailgate and he wordlessly hoisted me up before joining me there. “I was eight when I met him. His elderly mother lived in the house next door and had fallen ill, so he was taking care of her. I never really saw her much because she was always inside, but Teach liked being outdoors. Not long after he started staying there, I saw him in the back corner of her yard, digging. Naturally, I wanted to see what he was doing, so I crept over to the fence and watched him for a while. When he stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow, he spotted me and came over to introduce himself.” I smiled softly at the memory. “He had the kindest eyes. And he talked to me like I was a grown up. He wasn’t the least bit condescending or mean, like most adults I knew.” I trailed off for a minute, lost in the memory of that first meeting. Remembering everything about him, how he looked, how he smiled at me like he was genuinely glad to be talking to me. No one was nice to me, no one. But he was.