Page 131 of Viper

He lets me glide my tip along his ass crack again. I press my lips to his back, tasting the metallic water and his salty flesh. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” he asks as he turns to face me. I’m forced to take a step back, which feels like an absolute sin to have any space at all between us.

So, I close the distance. My cock jabs into his thigh. His hits my stomach. “Let me taste the words on your lips,” I say, gripping the back of his neck.

God, the things I want to do to him. They are gloriously beautiful and sinfully filthy.

“What words are those?” he asks, licking water drops from his lips.

“That you’re mine,” I whisper, pulling his mouth down. Now that I’ve had his lips, I want them constantly. On my flesh. On my mouth, on my cock. “That we all belong together.”

All of them. They are embedded in my memory, my bones. My brothers live in my marrow.

Our girls too.

“How exactly does this work?” Breaker asks, but the last few words come out strangled as I grip his cock.

“Say it,” I demand.

He opens his mouth, the first syllable already slipping out when I press my lips to his, tasting the words as they spill from him, earthy and pure, the way truth always tastes.

My grip on him tightens, my firm grasp around his shaft a little too rough, but he groans into my mouth so I tug harder, faster. Breaker’s head falls back, lips parting. He’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Droplets beading on his long lashes. Themorning light gleaming on his wet skin, making the streaks of water shimmer like mercury as they slip in rivers down his body. He looks so vulnerable in the daylight. So exposed by everything we confessed last night without saying a word.

I lean in and run my tongue along the thick column of his neck. His head drops back down, a shuddering breath slipping out of him.

His teeth nip at my ear. “Let me,” he breathes.

I blink away water, leaning back to meet his crystal-clear eyes. Breaker’s hand wraps around my cock, gently sliding down from root to tip and then up again.

“Let you what?” I’m not sure why I’m whispering. Possibly because this feels surreal, like some dream I’m having, kissing him, feeling his flesh against mine so openly, and I’m scared I’ll wake up if I speak too loudly.

Breaker brushes my hand away, reaches behind him to adjust the shower head so it hits the wall, then lowers himself to one knee.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice strangled. I can see what he’s doing, but again, this has to be some dream. Seeing Breaker kneeling for Cora was one thing. Seeing him kneeling before me is every wild fantasy come to life.

He flattens his palm to my abs and then shoves me. My back hits the cold tile wall. His other hand grips his thick shaft and strokes. We both stare at his hand on my stomach as he slides it lower, stopping just above my cock.

I don’t think either of us is breathing. I know I’m not.

“Like this?” he asks, voice sultry, then his thumb hooks under my shaft, dragging along my balls before he grips me tightly in a fist and his lips close over my tip.

His hot tongue skates along my slit. My palm smacks the wall, steadying myself. All the air trapped in my lungs bursts free at the intensity, at the pure, fiery heat of his mouth as he sucksthe head of my cock. He sucks harder one more time, then pulls away.

His eyes meet mine. Such an intense light blue, swirling with life and adoration that I don’t know how I ever once thought his eyes looked cold.

He makes a sound in his throat, like pleasure. “I taste you when I eat her pussy. A little salty, dark, but slightly earthy too. Like ocean water.” He runs his tongue along my tip again. My breath shudders out of me. “Fucking heavenly.”

Breaker drags his hand along his hard cock, his other gripping my base tighter as he leans in again, but this time he takes me fully into his mouth, feeding my cock past his lips slowly, watching my face as he does, and a tremble moves through my thighs. He gags as I hit his throat, but then he adjusts and slips his tongue along the underside of my shaft, swirling it around the tip as he just as slowly slides me back out, sucking on the head before pulling away.

“Like that?” he asks.

“What?” I say, barely able to breathe, much less think. “Are you asking me how to suck dick?”

His pink tongue runs over his bottom lip. “Can’t be that hard.” That warm tongue laps at my tip, then his lips wrap around me and he sucks me into his mouth hard.

“Fuck,” I rasp. My hand flies out to grip the side of his head, another grating sound escaping me at the sheer intensity of his mouth. He takes his time, testing, licking my slit after I pop free each time, then sliding me slowly back into his mouth, dragging his tongue along the underside. When my cock hits his throat again, my hips buck involuntarily.

He chokes, but his eyes turn bright at my reaction, so I do it again. He releases his cock and trails his fingers up my thigh and then grabs my ass. I grip his head with both hands and thrust. He chokes but doesn’t stop me, so I do it again, waitingfor him to give me a sign to ease up. When he lets me continue, I pick up pace and feel him drive forward so that my cock hits his throat, and even though he gags, he swallows through it.