Breakaway (Beyond the Play #2)

by Grace Reilly

I know she’s not really mine, that this is just an arrangement, but I’m not going to anyone else for this right now, and neither is she. We’ve made that clear. It’s my name she said just now while I spanked her bottom ...

Instead, I gather her up and set her against my pillows. She looks extra pretty like this, flushed all over as she settles against the slate gray sheets. I take off my belt, an inch at a time. Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. She’s a brat, but she’s a good girl, and right now, she’s mine.

“Hold out your wrists, sweetheart.” Her eyes go wide, and she swallows visibly. That’s another item on her list, but why not do two at once? Bondage and orgasm denial. She’ll be at my mercy completely if she can’t use her own fingers to tease her swollen clit, and I’ll be able to edge her as long as I can handle.

I’ve had some practice with this, so I get her wrists over her head, the belt holding her hands together against the headboard, tight but not tight enough she wouldn’t be able to get it off in an emergency. Just enough that the control tips in my favor once more. It’s how I like it best,...

I fumble with the button on my jeans, unable to take my eyes away for even a moment. The red curls between her legs are dark and wet, her silky-soft core just as deliciously slick. I’m a goddamn lucky bastard. My mouth floods with saliva at the memory of her salty taste.

“Are you going to use it to help, or are you one of those jerks who thinks it’s cheating?” I’m already rooting around in her bag for it. “Please. Toys and I have a special understanding. What’s good for you is good for me.”

“Who said anything about coming? This is about denial, sweetheart.” I turn on the vibe, dragging it down her stomach as I kiss her breasts. I take one into my mouth, lavishing her nipple with attention; she lets out a soft little cry. I let go slowly, looking her in the eyes all the while. “A brat like you could use some more discipline.”

The words do exactly what I intend; she blinks rapidly, her chest heaving, and lets her legs fall open even wider. I reward her by pressing the tip of the vibrator right against her hole, using her slick for lube. She stutters out my name, but before she can beg, I give her a taste of what she’s after, using the tips of the vibe to massage on either side of her clit.

My cock is straining for attention, pressed up against her thigh, but I ignore it in favor of continuing to tease her. I scratch my blunt fingernails down her soft skin as I rub her clit with the vibe. She rewards me with sweet, quiet moans, as if aggressively trying not to make noise, which I’m sure is true...

I hold the vibrator against her clit as I stroke down her folds, and little by little, the way she’s rocking up against me gets desperate; enough pressure and she’ll gush. Instead, I ease off, kissing her on the mouth; she bites down on my lip, hard. When I gasp, the sharp half-se...

I settle between her thighs again, using the vibe on her clit as I lick at her hole, taking in each of her moans with greed. She’s so slick it drips down my chin; she arches her back, trying to get more contact. I bury my face between her thighs even more deeply, tracing patterns into her skin, nipping at the soft parts of her thighs. She cries out, louder this time, which is music to my ears; she might not be a screamer, but I can get her to lose her inhibitions.

When she’s shaking hard enough that I know she’s on the edge of coming, I ease off again, leaving her right at the peak without the extra push she desperately wants.

She continues to tremble as I suck hickeys into the skin of her inner thighs. I give my cock another jerk, thumbing at the head. My balls are tight and aching, but I ignore t...

“Get louder for me, baby,” I say. “I want to hear you.” She obliges me with a moan loud enough I need to swallow it with a kiss, grinning against her mouth as I do. As I pull back, she smiles too, soft and just for me, and I swear, I almost come from that. From a fucking smile. It’s like she just gave me a present, and it’s one I never have to share with anyone.

“I’ve got you,” I say as I put pressure directly on her clit. I angle it just right while I wet the fingers of my other hand with her warm, slippery slick. I’ll bet her ass is still aching, marked red from my palm. I press my fingers against her asshole with enough pressure to make her cry out.

Next time, I’m going to spank her harder, and then I’ll keep her on her hands and knees to fuck her sweet little bottom. The thought alone is enough to make me wobble on the edge of climaxing, but then she seizes and comes with an honest-to-God sob, wetness flooding over my hand,...

She’s crying. For half a second, caught between the wave of pleasure reverberating between us both, my heart thuds with fear. ...

“Pen. Good tears or bad tears?” “Good,” she says. She laughs wetly as I wipe the tears from her face. “God, Cooper, I’ve never s...

I crush her lips to mine, tangling my wet hand in her hair as I rub my come into her skin. The vibrator gets swept onto the floor somehow, landing on the hardwood with a loud buzz t...

We burst out laughing, kissing in between bouts; I wheeze so hard my chest aches. Penny is a trembling mess against me. We hold on to each other for a long moment, catching our breath. I’d be willing to bet that’s the most intense she’s ever been in bed with someon...

“How do you feel?” I ask as I stroke her hair. She tugs my arm around her. “Good.” I take the hint and hug her even tighter. As I press a kiss to her head, I br...

“The Flame of the West, baby.” She squints at me. “It’s not just a random sword?” “Absolutely not. It’s the sword reforged from the shards of Narsil in Rivendell. Aragorn renames it Andúril. Flame of the West.”

“We can multitask. Plus, that was intense. I was going to cuddle you either way, so if I were you, I’d just surrender.” She smiles. “What makes you think I’d even like it?” “I saw the book you were reading while you waited for class to start. It’s fantasy, right?” “Fantasy romance,” she says, a touch of defiance in her tone. Like she’s waiting for me to make fun of her.

“You sure you’re good? Can I get you anything?” She nods, biting her lip. “More pizza?” She looks so pretty I can’t help but kiss her. I put my palm against the Celtic knot tattoo on my chest. “Ah, a woman after my own heart.”

She makes a face, looking down; my come still streaks her stomach, and her inner thighs must be getting stickier by the moment. I still can’t believe she squirted; that was hot as fuck. While she’s in the bathroom, I’ll change my sheets, so she doesn’t get embarrassed about the wet spot. She grabs my T-shirt and throws it

“Turn around so I can see my handiwork.” Right before she opens the door, she pulls the shirt up, giving me a view of her cotton candy–pink ass. I whistle, and she gives me a faux outraged look, but I just wink.

“Here lies Igor,” I start. “A loyal servant.” “Devoted to the pursuit of pleasure until the end,” Mia continues. I bow my head gravely. “A true hero. He will be missed.”

I have my rabbit vibrator, the one last used when Cooper teased me out of my mind, but it’s not the same. You’d think that hooking up with someone on the regular would mean I wouldn’t care, but I’ve been hornier than ever.

Cooper says, “Sorry, man, just joining my girl.” I glare at him. You let a guy spank you and then watch his favorite movie after, and he acts like it means something. He shouldn’t be talking like that in public, anyway, you never know who my dad might know.

He winds his arm around my waist. Despite the windy, miserable weather outside, he’s just wearing a sweatshirt, his Yankees cap backward like usual. What is it with boys and acting like the weather doesn’t affect them?

“Don’t worry,” Cooper says in a loud whisper. “He knows I’m your sexperience tour guide. Your spice coach, if you will.” Mia bursts into laughter. “No fucking way.” I try to stomp on Cooper’s sneakers, but he steps out of the way in time. “I regret teaching you that phrase. Is he always this insufferable?”

Cooper sulks, looking to me for backup, but I just grin, as unrepentant as he is when he drags a really good orgasm out of me. It’s been harder than I thought, not letting feelings get tangled up in any of this. I’m not falling for Cooper—that’s not what I want right now—but we’re friends, and that means I like him.

He’s a better guy than I thought, unexpectedly sweet and genuinely funny, and I have to admit that since we began this whole thing, my life has improved for the better. It’s fun to tease him with his friends, because I know he’s going to find a way to get revenge when we’re in the dark of the theater.

But then he watched me use him in what had to be the hottest mutual-masturbation session to ever take place in Lamott Hall, and he gained a new appreciation for him.

“Come to the city with me tomorrow,” he says. “I’ll buy you new toys. As many as you want.” “I have class.” “So do I. Play hooky with me. I’m meeting my brother for lunch; you can meet him and then we can go to my favorite sex toy shop.”

His hand slides to my waistband, his fingertips stroking my bare belly. He traces my birthmark, a part of me that always seems to fascinate him. The first time he did it, I tensed, and he asked if I didn’t want him to touch me there—and of course the consideration made me want him to do it again.

It’s called Dark Allure.” I raise my eyebrows as I polish off the rest of my donut. “Should I be scared?” He laughs a bit, reaching into the bag for another donut. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

I fight to ignore the little scrap of warmth that settles in my belly. I told him I’ve only been to New York a handful of times, so that’s probably why he’s being protective. He doesn’t have to go around calling me sweetheart, though, it’s not like we’re in bed.

I reach up and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be fine.” I’m not sure why I do it. Maybe it’s because he’s being weirdly sweet, or maybe it’s because we’re anonymous here. Just a couple of kids on the sidewalk. He smiles at me, and I swear he’s blushing, but I can’t quite tell because of his beard. He takes my hand again and practically drags me to the crosswalk.

Bex looks between us with her eyebrows arched. I busy myself with my food. This lunch hasn’t been excessively awkward or anything, but it’s clear that Bex—and probably James, let’s be real—thinks something more is going on here, and that’s not the case. Sure, Penny is possibly the best girl I’ve ever met, but it’s my job to help her get more comfortable with sex, not fall for her.

“I used to figure skate competitively,” Penny says. “That ended when I tore my ACL.” James and I both shudder. If there’s any phrase you never want to hear when you’re an athlete, it’s “torn ACL.” That’s a bitch to rehab and come back from.

“Yeah, but you never mentioned having a career-ending injury.” It must be why I see her rubbing her knee sometimes after we finish a lesson. She laughs shortly. “It was hardly a career. It wasn’t like I was going to make Team USA or anything.” She wipes her mouth quickly and sets her cloth napkin on the table. “That was my mom.”

“Coop, you like her.” “I do,” I say defensively as I stab a French fry with my fork. “She’s a cool person.”

“Come on, don’t bullshit me. You like this girl.” “Not like that. We’re friends.” “Do friends look at each other like that?” My scowl deepens. “Yes.”

“I’m not lying. She’s my friend. You know how I do things.” “I recall the rules including no repeats,” he says. “So, what do you call this?” “A favor. One that happens to be fun.”

“Fine, keep lying to yourself.” He shrugs, like he’s unbothered. “Or man up and do something about it, either way.” He doesn’t know the whole situation—such as the very important fact that Penny has specifically said she wants nothing romantic—but I can’t quite make myself ignore his words.

I don’t like Penny Ryder like that. She’s not my schoolboy crush. She’s my friend and we’re kindred spirits in the sack, but that doesn’t make me want to be her boyfriend. Even if all my wet dreams lately have involved her. ...

Even if I’ve never enjoyed sex more, and I haven’t even gotten my dick inside her anywhere but her mouth. Even if my favorite recent memory is cuddling with her in my bed while watching Lord of the Rings. “It’s not happening,” I...

“It’s where I lost my virginity,” I say as I lead the way around the corner. She narrows her eyes. “Seriously?” I laugh at her expression. “Just teasing. That was at Emma Cotham’s pool party. They have a nice massage oil here.”

“Only the best for your dick?” “You’re starting to get me.”