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CHAPTER 127: Agonizingly Slow
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Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 129: The Kind of Morning You Feel in Your Bones
The second Captain rolled out of bed to go shower, I swore the mattress sighed in relief. Or maybe that was me. The moment he left my side, all the soreness I’d been pretending didn’t exist came roaring back like a bad punchline. My entire lower body throbbed like it had been rearranged by a semi truck wearing hockey skates. I winced, slowly sitting up, feeling everything protest with an angry chorus of ‘what the fuck were you thinking, Andrew?’ “God,” I muttered, rubbing my face with both hands. “I’m never walking right again.” The sound of water running in the bathroom made me look toward the door. The bathroom door didn’t close all the way—typical for this cheap studio—and the steam already started curling out, warm and soft like a fog rolling into shore. I could almost see his silhouette behind the glass stall if I tried hard enough. I didn’t try. …Okay, maybe I peeked. But just once. Then I tore my eyes away and looked around the wreckage that used to be my room. Clothe
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 128: A Few More Minutes
Pain.That was the first thing I registered.A dull, heavy ache that throbbed through my thighs and lower back like a quiet echo. I winced a little as I shifted, but I didn’t move far. I couldn’t.Because the second thing I noticed—the more important thing—was the warmth.A body. Pressed up against my back. An arm draped over my waist, fingers splayed across my stomach. Legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets. Breath brushing the curve of my neck in slow, even waves.Captain.He was still here.And he was still holding me.I blinked slowly, the early morning light barely bleeding through the curtains. The room was quiet, soft. The kind of silence that feels like it has weight. Like it's watching you.I didn’t know how long I’d been awake. A minute? Ten? I’d been lying still, too aware of every inch of his skin against mine. Too aware of the way my heart thudded in my chest, like it was trying to say something I wasn’t ready to hear.I tried to move again—just enough to slide out of
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 127: Agonizingly Slow
He shoved me down onto the bed, leaving me breathless for a second as he settled on his knees between my spread legs. The sudden loss of his heat against me made me whimper, but that sound barely had time to register before I saw him grab the bottle of lube and squirt a thick line of it directly onto his cock. God, the sight of it—raw, unapologetic—made my breath catch. I propped myself up on my elbows, eyes glued to him as he started stroking himself with fast, rough pumps. His fist slid up and down his slick length, lube squelching with every brutal stroke, making my mouth fall open. His eyes dropped to meet mine, full of hunger, and the filthy sound of his hand on his cock only made my thighs spread wider. He dragged his shiny fingers up to his crown, rubbing lazy, teasing circles around the head like he knew exactly what it was doing to me. I had to fight the urge to knock his hand away and wrap my own lips around him instead. “Here,” he said, tossing the lube to me with a smir
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 126: Dripping All Over
He took and took like he owned every inch of me—and maybe he did. All I could do was kneel there, drooling around his cock, giving him everything while he gave me the most fucking perfect view in return. His face was flushed, wild, head tilted back, lips parted like he was riding the edge of some drug—and I was the hit. I loved that I was the reason he looked like that. Elated. Strung out. Addicted to the chaos that sparked between us every time we touched. “Open wider, Andrew,” he growled, voice wrecked. “That’s it… Jesus fuck. I love how you choke on my cock.” My dick throbbed hard in my shorts at the sound of his voice—low, filthy, fucking possessive. I leaked into the fabric, grinding down against nothing just to relieve some of the pressure building there. His rhythm turned more rough, desperate—hips snapping forward, forcing his cock deep over and over, the swollen tip hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. My eyes stung, pressure building behind them, but I didn’t
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 125: Craving The Mess
I traced my lips along the sharp edge of his jaw, brushing over the rise of his cheekbone before dragging my mouth down the slope of his neck. His skin was warm, tasting faintly of sweat and whatever cologne he’d put on. When he groaned—deep and low—it vibrated against my lips, and the sound went straight to my cock, which pulsed hard inside my shorts. I kept going, kissing down his chest slowly, taking my time over every inch of skin, letting my lips graze the chain of his necklace. I found one of his nipples and caught it between my teeth, giving it a slow, deliberate tug. He hissed through his teeth. “Fuck…” The sound of it lit me up. I tugged again, just to hear him curse, before continuing lower, my lips planting hot, wet kisses over the firm planes of his stomach. I reached the waistband of his shorts and caught the drawstring between my teeth, giving it a playful tug before glancing up. The moment our eyes met, my breath hitched. His eyes were almost black with lust, wild,
Breaking The Ice Between Us CHAPTER 124: Selfishness
“Andrew?” His voice drifted softly through the apartment as the door clicked shut behind him. I turned toward it, keys still dangling from my fingertips. He stood just a few steps away, one hand on the knob, eyes watching me with something unspoken tightening the lines of his face. He stood just a few steps from the door, his posture guarded but his eyes… God, those eyes. “Did you… ask me to invite me to your place because you pity me?” he asked, the words sounding like he’d rehearsed them in his head a dozen times before letting them out. Quiet. Wary. Already bracing for impact. I paused. He ran a hand through his hair. A nervous habit I was starting to recognize. “I just… I need to know,” he stated, jaw tightening in that frustrated way of his. He was giving me too much credit. Too much. I wasn’t that good. I didn’t do things out of pity—not really. If anything, this whole thing was just a mess of selfishness. I wasn’t doing this out of pity. I was doing it because I coul
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