Breakaway - Sadie Jacks Page 0,64

blood. Shiny under the overhead lights, they looked wet. Which lent to the appearance of being painted on her.

I reached out, ran my finger over the band that covered her nipples while it plumped her breasts. The rounded curves of her tits from above and below the strap had my throat going dry and all blood rushing south of the border.

“Well? Do you like it? Camara said I could wear it at home, but that I would probably get arrested if I wore it out in public. Could I wear it at home?” She looked up into my eyes, the lavender depths pleading with me.

“Fuck yes. You should wear it every day at home.” None of us would ever leave, but hey. We were rich enough, right?

She clapped her hands together. “Yay. I’m so glad. Okay. Now you have to help me out of this one. I have something else I want to show you.” She spun around, gave me her back.

A long line of silver ran from the top of her ass to the base of her neck. It took me a second to figure out what I was supposed to do with that. A zipper. A zipper, idiot. Grab it and pull it down.

Camara’s words came back, floated through my head. “I suggest you be careful, Mr. Ladon.” I hadn’t been a Force Recon medic by being stupid.

I pulled the door shut behind me, crowded Hollyn up against the wall, her back to my front. I lifted my arms, caged her between them. “Do you know what this thing does to me?” I snapped one of the straps that bisected her ass.

She yelped softly as it slapped against her skin. She shook her head.

I pushed my cock up against her ass. “Feel that?”

She nodded, her body going very still.

“What’s the word, sweetcheeks?”

“Butterfingers,” she whispered.

I groaned softly as I rocked my hips against her ass. “I’m not going to do anything to you in here. You deserve better than that. But know, sweetcheeks, that you set me on fire.”

She turned in my arms, her lavender eyes bright and sparkling. Her pupils were almost blown out. Her breaths panted against my lips.

“What if I want you to do something to me here?” she asked softly. I felt the puffs of her breaths more than I heard her words.

I groaned even as I shook my head. “No. The first time I take you, really take you, will be at home. Not some pump and dump in the fitting room of a store.” I rocked my body on hers.

She moaned as she leaned forward and bit my pec.

I jerked, my hips slammed into hers. “Fuck, sweetcheeks.”

“Can I do to you what Thane did to me?” she asked, her cheeks flaring pink, but she didn’t lower her gaze.

I sealed my lips against hers. If I got my dick out, I’d have it inside her in no time at all. I had to keep reminding myself of that fact. It became a chant in my brain as she rubbed the heat of her pussy against my dick.

I gripped her hips hard, dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass to keep from ripping that collection of straps off her body. I opened my mouth over hers, shoved my tongue in her mouth to tangle with hers.

Her nails raked down my chest as she pulled her mouth away to breathe.

I attacked her neck, gripped a handful of her hair. It tumbled down around us like a curtain. The scent of her enveloped me as if I’d spent the week drenched in her cream.

I pulled back and stumbled against the door. My hands were flexing and clenching into fists.

She stood there. She looked wrecked with her tousled hair. Her lips red. Her chest heaving.

“We’re getting that. And whatever else you had planned. We’re going home. Now.” I opened the door and strode out. I pulled the door closed softly behind me. I checked each direction and, when it was clear, I gripped the base of my dick. I circled that sucker like I was trying to hold off a volcano eruption.

I laughed, the sound hoarse. I was trying to hold off an eruption. It just wouldn’t be lava that was forced out. Once the burning need to cum had passed, I stood there and controlled my breathing. Looked down at my dick. Eh, not all the way down, but at least I wouldn’t be frightening old women.

I walked out of the fitting rooms and paced