Page 13 of The Breaking Pointe

“You’re really generous for sharing it. Are you sure it’s fine?”

I ask, feeling like any second he’ll change his mind.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I brought it out for you. I’d never end up drinking it on my own time. I love my beer.”

He takes another gulp from his can.

I do get it. You’re unreasonably cultured, hot, and you call me sweetheart.

“So, y’know, I feel like I should apologize for imposing. It doesn’t seem like the storm is gonna get any better,”

I shamefully say, looking out the window.

“I can get you a ride? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

he asks with a boat load of fear filling his tone.

“I’m extremely comfortable. That’s why I feel bad,”

I say in amusement.

“Feel bad? That’s what I want. You don’t have to stay here; I wouldn’t force you. Just know that there is a guest room.”

He waves a hand as he speaks”

I don’t do pressure. I hate being pressured.”

“It’s awful,” I say”

That’s all dancing has been for me, recently. It makes me miss Chicago so bad.”

I reach for my glass, staring at the darkness of it before I sip it. That one sip is the turning point. I’m officially wine-drunk in Colton Kennedy’s condo.

“Were you raised there?”

he asks, turning to face me slightly as he rests his back on the glass of the window.

“Yeah. Born and raised.”

I nod then give a small smile”

And you’re from here? ‘Cause you sound like it,” I query.

“Staten Island,”

he admits”

Is it that bad?”

He chuckles”

No. You just don’t sound out the letter R and it sounds

aggressive.”

I smile more, poking his bare bicep. He chuckles more, accepting that perception.

I sigh, relaxing again”

Sometimes I wonder if staying here was a mistake, you know? I made a lot of bad decisions in a short amount of time.”

Letting my arms fall back into my lap, I glance at him, catching him staring again.

He leaves a bit of silence between us for a few moments. Maybe trying to find the words—then he does.

“I am a firm believer in the idea that everything happens for a reason in life. You have to trust that instinct or decision. Trust the process,”

he says gently.

I nod sheepishly”

Yeah—yeah I guess you’re pretty right about that. But what about you? You seem to travel often.”

His face tightens briefly”

Eh, sort of. I went to a couple of different countries before I graduated college. Now I just travel when I can or if I feel like it. But I love it here.”

“A lot of people love New York. But why do you love it?”

I raise my brows, sipping more wine.

“Being in Brooklyn, specifically, is what I love the most because the people are so diverse and welcoming,”

he professes”

It’s also very homey to boot. Something about it to me is scary to leave forever.”

His voice steers in a more passionate direction.

I tilt my head slightly”

It seems like you found your niche here, too.”

“I think so,”

he agrees”

Then sometimes I wonder if I’m telling myself that as a facade.”

He looks at his beer”

Don’t get me wrong. I adore all the other places, but there’s something about home that’s different. Staten has homes. You can’t find the beauty in the city the same way you can in a full house—with family.”

He finally looks at me again, with a more restrained gaze”

I sometimes wish I had that life. With a regular house.”

“Me too,”

I whisper.

He licks his lips, looking down again. I scoot forward, readying myself to say something, but opportunely, he does as well— shooting my wineglass right onto his perfect, white t-shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Colton—oh my God,”

I panic, gripping the stem of the glass.

Any second now I’m due for an earful. His nice, possibly expensive shirt, has now been dyed, I’ve wasted wine, and I’m overstaying my welcome for sure now.

“Oh no,”

he says, sounding rather entertained by the situation”

That’s too bad. It’s okay, though, I swear.”

He’s smiling about it.

“You aren’t mad?”

I hesitate to speak.

“Mad about a shirt? Noelle, I have a million of these,”

he scoffs, reaching for the bottom of it, lifting it over his head”

Hope you don’t mind. The wet spot is gonna drive me insane, rubbing against my skin.”

He dabs the shirt against his stomach, balling it up in his hand.

I wanna rub against him and share more physical affection.

He’s so olive and smooth looking.

I spoke ill of his staring habits earlier, but he’s making me eat my words.

I could stare at his chest all day, down to the veins protruding from each muscle, all night.

And with drowsy eyes, he looks nearly monstrous compared to me.

Deep down, I want to find out how he sounds when he’s breathing over the top of me.

It wouldn’t be scary with how sonorous and warm his voice is to me. I want him to tell me all the sweet nothings he can think of. Drunk or not.

My hand is developing a mind of its own at the sight of his bare body, up close. I can’t hold myself back from just a little touch, right on his shoulder, as softly as I can.

His eyes bat at my hand, then my face”

Your hands are freezing,”

he says, mock annoyed.

“You’re warm. Really warm. And so smooth,”

I say, pushing myself closer to him, flattening my hand on his shoulder fully.

I have to keep going. I’m not done admiring his perfectly sculptured body. I need to see if his chest feels the same.

“You’d be warm, too, if forty percent of your body was covered in hair,”

he hums, watching my fingers wander against his chest hairs.

He sets his beer down, and his large fingers wrap around my hand while he takes the glass from the other, setting it on the wood next to his beer. Both his hands are holding mine now, massaging them.

“Lemme warm you up.”

He continues to speak, holding each hand firmly in his and pulling me into him, face to face.

“I just wanna look at those big, green eyes a little more,”

he mumbles, topping it with a half-smile.

Here we are, back to our unfinished situation from earlier.

He’s still charming, but even better while he’s shirtless.

My heart is beating out of my chest.

He set the candles up just right, like he knew it would woo me, and I’m becoming less shocked about how he’s so good at this game.

I’m drunk, sure, but I know he deserves a kiss at least.

I thought I knew what the goal was here, but it’s crystal clear that I’ve lost sight of the plot since making out with him right here, right now, is all I want.

I can’t not kiss him this time. There’s nobody here, and nothing that can pull us out of the moment.

His warmth is spreading to me, buoyed with the drinks and anticipation that we had been building all day over our countless glances and lingering touches.

The power outage turned our world into a cozy cocoon, where nothing exists but the two of us, and the glowing candles casually dance with our loud heartbeats.

That’s it.

I’m seizing it.

“Can I try something?”

I whisper into the space between our faces.

“Try it,”

he whispers back.

Looking in his eyes, there’s a blend of excitement and ten- derness reflecting back at me.

My heart is steadily pounding, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

We both sit with a brief moment of hesitation, as if the entire universe has paused to witness this moment with us.

I graze my lips against his, tentative at first.

My senses are heightened by the wine, and everything is starting to feel like ecstasy.

With charged air, I can almost hear the murmurs of unspoken words swirling around us.

His hand moves to my cheek, tucking my hair and cupping my face.

I press my lips against his fully, letting the rest of his warm aura envelop me.

Despite his love for beer, he tastes sweet from his glass of wine earlier, and his beard smells succulent, like oak.

His skin has a scent of musk and cinnamon.

Possibly the most delightful thing I’ve ever smelled when it’s all together.

And all I want is more of it to consume me.

Like that feeling when you hear a song and it gets to the bridge. The part you’ve been waiting for the entire time. The best part. And then, finally, you just go crazy. Fireworks, special effects, and all.

I move my hand to his thigh, gliding it up to his waist and back down, squeezing it.

Everything feels fuzzy the more we deepen the kiss—my insides, my hands, my feet.

Everything.

I don’t know anything about science or why these things happen.

I’m not even sure I wanted things to go this far, this fast.

How can one man make me this unsettled? This is desperate.

I just want him on top of me, and that’s it.

Not in a lusty, Fifty Shades kind of way. But in a Noah and Allie in the house he built for them sort of way. He could take me right here. I wouldn’t decline it.

Before I can get too encapsulated in his lips, he grabs the small of my neck and pulls away, abruptly, breathless and laughing softly.

I can see the surprise and delight dancing in his eyes as he examines my face.

“Did I do something wrong?”

I breathe out my nose, batting my eyes open to see his.

“Not even. That felt so right.”

His chest pumps as he looks back at me, still beaming.

“So don’t stop yet,”

I demand, smashing my lips into his again.

He gets sucked into it, just like before, humming against my mouth as he starts to mumble through the kiss.

“Then you tell me when to,”

he breathes, pulling my legs around his waist, wrapping one of his thick arms around mine.

“I don’t want you to stop at all,”

I say against his lips as I wrap my arms around his neck”

I want more. More of this.”

He pulls away again, causing me to chase his face with mine as I grip onto him, feeling us rise into the air.

We float over to the couch, my back colliding with the cushions as we crash onto it.

His hands grip onto my thighs but he keeps distance between our waists.

The hair on his face continues to tickle mine as his kisses lead to my jaw and down my neck.

I can feel him resisting, even though I told him not to.

He’s putting forth this immense effort to keep his hands in all the respectable places and his crotch far from mine.

I slip two fingers in his sweatpants, pulling his hips closer”

Mmm,”

he hums, softly grabbing my hand, “I wouldn’t touch that. I mean, you don’t have to.”

He chuckles against my skin, sounding uneasy.

“Well, why not? I wanna,”

I whisper as our hips collide, shoving his half-hardened boner right into my lower half.

“That’s why,”

he says in a throaty voice, hovering over me as he starts to adjust himself in his boxers.

I lift a finger to his chin, making him look at me.

“You obviously want me in more ways than just staring at me, Colton.”

He glances at my lips and then my eyes”

Doesn’t mean I’m allowed to have you in other ways. No matter how bad I want you,”

he responds.

“But you’re allowed to want me. You can have me. I’m giving you permission,”

I swoon, trailing the tips of my nails down his chest, back to his waistband.

He was rock solid now, pressing at the seams of his sweat- pants.

I grab the outline of his shaft, kissing his chest”

What if I start us off?”

I ask sweetly, gently rubbing his length up and down”

Does that help?”

He closes his eyes, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, laying a hand above my head.

“It makes me want you even more,”

he grunts”

Exactly,”

I whisper.

I grab his hand and place it underneath the t-shirt I’m wearing.

Slowly, I push it up to the bottom of one of my naked breasts, kissing his lips again.

Giving into my advances, he presses his body against me, grinding his hips into mine, moaning deeply against my lips.

Pushing his sweatpants down, I reach inside them, finally feeling how thick he actually is.

I can only imagine what it looks like.

If he’s gonna fuck me, I’m about to get rocked into another world.

Given he knows how to use what he has.

He takes a liking to my neck again, kissing it like he knew my skin in another lifetime.

He then drags his hand down to my bottoms, pulling them down to my knees.

His body raises from mine, lifting my legs on his shoulder as he pulls them off my legs completely, kissing my ankles, then my thighs, spreading them.

“Take these off, too,”

I quietly beg, pulling harder at his sweatpants.

He slips his thumbs into the waistband, staring down at me as he pulls them off, revealing light blue boxers, tightened by what he is hiding inside of them. His hands then grab my thighs again, squeezing them while he looks at my body lying under him.

“It almost feels like I’m unworthy of getting to see this much of you,”

he says, starting to fumble with the lace on my panties.

“You’re so fragile.”

He reaches for my shirt, lifting it slowly”

Can I?” he asks.

I nod, sitting up to let him take it off, feeling the chill instantly. His lips hit the skin of my stomach, and soon my breasts, licking and sucking one nipple, using his hand to massage the

other. Now he was getting right to the point. About time.

I can’t help but whimper softly as his tongue flicks at the hardness of my nipple.

His free hand rests on my stomach, inching its way down to the space between my thighs.

Teasing me all the way until his fingers caress the outside of my entrance through my panties, slowly slipping a finger inside to feel my clit.

Gasping as soft as I can, I cover my mouth before he can hear how eager I really am. He pulls his mouth away from my chest, kissing my stomach before looking up at me.

“You’re like—dripping.”

He licks his lips as if feeling me has him starving.

“Don’t tease me,”

I say sternly, my voice shaking anyway.

The tips of his fingers push at my entrance, then slide back up to my clit again. He pulls them out of my panties and sucks the juices off.

“It’s too bad that I like it,” he rasps”

Listen to you. Your voice is trembling,”

he says, pulling the panties down my thighs now”

I haven’t had this much affection in a long time,”

I say, now

covering my eyes with both my hands.

“So lemme ease you into it, baby. I wanna take my time. Not rush you through it,”

he whispers, grabbing my hands away from my face”

And I wanna see all of you, while I’m doing it.”

He brings his face closer to mine, pulling his boxers down until his dick bobs out from its confines.

He tosses his boxers to the side, raising my legs over his shoulders before kissing the throbbing entrance of my pool of moisture. His large tongue doesn’t wait any longer, gliding along my moistened slit.

My legs tighten around his head almost instantly, hoping to lock him in. Slurping my folds into his mouth, his tongue catches my nub, too, sucking and making out with every part of me he can. I want to watch, but I don’t think I can.

I can’t even keep my eyes open. It’s too good. Good isn’t even close to describing how this feels.

He slides a finger inside me, moaning as he does, then pulling away. I squeeze my eyes closed, letting out an estranged, blissful moan. After one, I couldn’t help but keep moaning, unable to control them.

“That’s it, let it all out, princess. Don’t be shy,”

he says, adding another finger, then curling them into my G-spot.

I snatch his wrist, going to close my legs but his other hand stops them.

“Don’t even think about it.”

He chuckles.

His fingers begin to repeatedly curl inside me, and seconds later, I start to pant. My legs develop an onset of shakes that I’m no longer able to hold back.

“Keep going, please…”

I plead, shifting my hips into his rhythm.

I feel his face come into the crick of my neck, kissing my collar”

You want more, don’t you?” he husks.

I nod like I’m ready to explode”

Yes, yes, I need it…”

I whine into his ear.

“It doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough,”

he breathes against my skin, kissing it between his words.

His fingers start to push deeper, then slowly he pulls them out—but not all the way. He continues to kiss my bare chest, listening to me.

“I want it—please!”

I cry out.

“Tell me again,”

he says to me”

How bad do you want it, baby?”

“I want you so bad. Please,”

I beg, breathlessly”

Please fuck me.”

I moan my last words, gasping as he pulls his fingers out of me, shoving them in his mouth.

He gently grabs my jaw with one of his hands, kissing my mouth before pressing his forehead against mine as he grabs one of my hands.

“You’re so pretty when you moan like that, you know?”

he whispers to me.

I didn’t know that I could feel butterflies at the same time as being so incredibly horny for someone. He’s being so gentle with me, like I’m some porcelain doll and he’s afraid I’ll break. Every move he makes is done with caution.

My eyes open as his sentence ends. He rubs my lips with his thumb, observing my face.

“Your fingers make it hard to be quiet,”

I whisper in a softer voice than his, feeling him poke at my entrance.

“Do they?”

he pushes my hair back and out of my face. I nod.

He reaches between us, aiming himself just right. I watch his face become concentrated before looking at me again.

“I have condoms. If you want me to…you know,” he says”

Okay.” I nod.

I usually don’t get to have an option. Daniel always just got right to it.

Colton reaches above me for the side table, making a few noises with what sounds like a drawer. When his hand returns, the corner of a gold package enters his mouth, his teeth ripping it open. He takes the condom out, using one hand to roll it on.

Kissing my neck again, the moment I’ve been waiting for finally happens. He pushes himself in me, huffing into my neck as he enters, little by little. The deeper he gets, the tighter I feel. If he fits all the way, I’ll be shocked.

Wrapping a hand around his back, I start to press my nails into it.

“You’re so tight. Goddamn,”

he says louder, clenching his jaw and moaning as he makes me look at him again, rocking his hips into mine, slowly.

He rests a forearm beside my head, dropping closer to me, thrusting harder and firmer.

Breaking my silence again, I wail out more moans, starting to lose sense of reality—heading into a daze.

Without stopping, he gives me more kisses on my neck and chest, hips moving faster, sending me more into my trance”

You’re such a good girl, letting me take care of that pretty

little cunt,”

he says in a pleased manner.

He moves to raise both of my legs on one shoulder, pushing them against my chest as he dives deep into me, causing my legs to tremble. I would push him away if I could. It’s so much, and so good—too much, all at once.

But I want it to last forever.

“Your dick is so big—don’t stop, baby…”

I whine more, dragging my nails down his back.

“You take it so well,”

he groans, squeezing my legs, “like it’s all yours.”

He grabs my breast, squeezing it as he growls.

“You’re unreal…”

I stammer, moving my legs back down to his waist”

Kiss me,”

I moan out before smashing our lips together. Vibration comes from both of us, moaning against each other and breathing each other’s air. He is starting to build up a sweat, rocking us back and forth as he rails me for minutes on end.

Every time I look away, he makes me look back at him. And every time I look at him, he looks lost in my soul. I’ll be thinking about his face for hours after this. Everything he says, down to how he says it, is going to engrave itself in my mind.

If I ever stop thinking about tonight at all, it’ll be a miracle.

At this point, I could feel him gaining a buildup but holding out just so he can keep holding me and feeling the connection we were having. His hand has been interwoven with mine like he is frightened I might leave him. Even his moan is like he longs for me.

“Colton…”

I curl my fingers in the nape of his neck, tugging his hair, trying to gain control of my breathing. He hums into my neck. “Hmm…”

His breath pumps in my ear, squeezing my hand”

I think I might…”

I can’t even finish my sentence. The most outrageous amount of electricity radiates through my body, sending my back into an arch, my arms starting to reach for anything in my grasp. Giving small pecks to my neck, he continues to whisper in my ear.

“I got you, princess. Just relax.”

He trails the small kisses to my lips, letting me lament against them repeatedly until he pulls away again.

He watches me, kissing my hand and face as I let myself feel it all.

“That’s right, beautiful,”

he hums, kissing my forehead again, “there you go.”

He doesn’t stop, even when I get louder and have another orgasm. It fuels him. Maybe listening to me whine and wail with my orgasm is torture he wants.

His lips press against my shoulder once more as he mumbles,

“Fuck. I’m coming.”

He struggles to get his words out, gripping the couch with his other hand and holding onto mine tighter.

His pace finally slows down, bringing him to a pause as he lays his forehead on my shoulder.

Out of breath, weak in all parts of my body, I lie there, hoping to God I catch my breath soon.

I’m already shivering from our lack of movement.

He isn’t speeding to get off me but instead steadily runs his hand down my side, remaining inside me.

I keep my arm draped around him, running my thumb along his hand.

We can’t lie here forever, but neither of us are urging the other to say anything. Finally, he takes a deep breath, sitting up, then looking outside.

“I’m gonna get a blanket,”

he says quietly before pulling himself out of me and standing up.

He is still somewhat hard as he walks away.

I wrap my arms around myself, shivering at the breeze he leaves behind.

I can’t blame the wine anymore, but now I’m completely drowsy and ready for sleep.

I want him to hold me, but I’m afraid that now that he’s had his high, he won’t want to touch me anymore.

I guess that’s what hooking up is about, but that’s why I felt hesitant in the first place.

I knew I would regret it and feel guilty and used. It isn’t his fault. He was great. But now I feel lost.

He takes less than a few seconds to return, holding a towel and a few clothing pieces in his hand.

“Hey, lemme clean you up?”

he suggests, kneeling beside my legs as he places a gentle hand on my thigh.

“Um… okay,”

I mutter, sitting up as he starts to wipe my legs off in between and anywhere he feels I need it.

When he finishes, he puts it on the floor next to us.

“Put these on, okay? It’s cold, I know, but I got us a fleece blanket, and um—well we can lie here together,”

he says, looking at me with hopeful eyes”

If you’re into that.”

“Can I go to the bathroom first?”

I ask, running a hand through my hair.

He nods, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers and sitting down as I sit up, taking his clothing donation and walking down the hall as I put each piece on.

As I walk to the bathroom, I see he has already lit a candle to allow me to see.

My reflection shines as a darker, shadowy version of me.

I can tell that the sweatshirt is from some sort of sorority, and the boxers hang by my hip bones, almost not fitting me.

My hair is a mess and shagged out from the rain and sweat from our little rendezvous, too.

I started the day so pretty.

Now I’m hard to look at.

I shake the negativity from my head, finding my footing as I go pee before I return to Colton.

Walking up to the couch, he’s lying down, eyes closed with an arm covering his eyes.

All the candles are out now, aside from one and a flashlight pointing at the ceiling.

His eyes open once I stand in front of him, and he holds the cover up.

“C’mon.”

He opens his arms, displaying his chest as my pillow.

I look around quickly before lying between his legs, letting his arms harbor around my body, pulling me close. The blanket perfectly covers both of us as my cheek rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I’m sorry if I doze off. It’s been a long week for me. Not a lot of sleep,”

he says tiredly, his hand falling to my hair to rub my head.

“It’s okay,”

I mumble, closing my eyes.

It didn’t matter if he went to sleep right after he said that. I’m safe and warm. I’ve done this before, but not like this.

What am I even doing?