Breaker (Unmasked #3)

37. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Striker

“ D id you get the text?” Viper asks, following me up the stairs.

“Don’t have my phone with me.” I stalk down the hallway once we reach the top floor, pulling my shirt away from my chest. It sticks to me like a second layer of skin, dried sweat and salty morning mist dampening the fabric. “What did Breaker do now?”

“Doing what Breaker does best,” Viper says, boots thudding behind me. “Breaking rules and fucking shit up.”

When I reach my room, I peel off my shirt and toss it on the floor, my skin pricking with unease.

Viper comes in behind me and closes the door, ripping his mask off and running a hand through his hair as he tosses his mask on my bed.

I sigh, and continue toward the bathroom. I hate the sticky feeling of being unclean. The darkness always tries to invade and the only way to remove the shadows lingering in the back of my mind is to scrub my skin.

I finished the morning run with Princess, then attempted another practice session. When she missed one shot after another, I suggested we take a break. My patience today is stretched thin, and I know it’s contributing to this gnawing sensation in my bones.

Reaper must have seen my expression when we crossed paths in the foyer, because he shook his head and said to give her time. Time. Asshole. He’s not given her or us any of his. The last few days, he’s once again been absent, and I can’t help but wonder which part of this entire fucked up situation has him on edge. The fact we’ve already begun training, which feels too soon, or that if Delilah been in the school, she’d have not lasted more than a few weeks before Fallon removed her.

She’s trying so hard, rarely complaining, doing everything we ask when we ask, but the woman is awful with a gun. If it weren’t so frustrating, it would be laughable. It’s possible her history is getting in the way, some sort of self-sabotage, so she doesn’t have to fire a gun. While I don’t blame her hesitation or her ability to concentrate while holding a rifle, it’s going to eventually work against her.

Even though she’s doing well with Viper, at times surprising us with what looks like a natural ease holding a knife, we need her ready and capable for what’s coming. And a gun is the fastest way for her to accomplish her mission.

“—no thinking. This is too soon. Delilah isn’t ready,” Viper’s saying, still behind me like a shadow as I walk to the bathroom. “What the fuck is he thinking?”

In the doorway, I turn to face him, and his chest hits mine, his forehead hitting my cheek. I wince, my hands landing on his shoulders. “Fuck, Vipe.”

Three days this man has been up my ass. It’s no wonder Breaker wanted to strangle him half the time and they ended up fighting constantly. Without him here, Viper’s full attention is on me and I’m ready to toss him down the stairs.

Instead of apologizing for being in my space, he steps back holding out his phone. Rubbing my cheek, I glance at the screen, the image of Cora taking up my entire line of sight. My heart skips as I take in the sight of her. She’s a goddess, a perfect picture of ethereal grace bathed in a halo of shimmering gold.

“This morning?” I ask. “Breaker has her now?”

He nods. “I know,” Viper says, reading my expression. “I’d love to have her in bed with us like that.”

I note that he doesn’t say him. He says us.

All of us.

And how does that work? Do we take turns with them? Get a large bed and we all fucking cuddle? This may be the first time I’ve stopped to think about what we’re doing. We’re asking these two women to be with us.

With us.

Both of them with four men.

The four of us are so used to doing everything together that it never crossed my mind, and probably none of theirs, that we’re expecting two women to take us to bed, stay with us, remain loyal to us, and just accept that is their life now.

Us. Us. Us.

We were trained early on that we’re a unit, a team. What one does, we all do. They weren’t. What the fuck are we thinking? That we’re all just going to fuck and live together?

“You realize he’s never going to believe her,” Viper says, snapping me back to my current problem. Him in the way of my shower.

“Who?” I ask, shoving him backward, trying to push him out the door.

“Rune,” he says, body rocking with the force of my push, but he remains planted in front of me. He’s a wall of determined muscled, wanting to talk and be in my space.

With another shove, he steps back, barely registering I want him to move. My hand slips over his tight shirt wrapped around his hard chest, making my dick spring to life.

That , I’m not in the mental space to deal with, so I ignore my thickening cock, setting aside the thoughts staining my mind, along with the many issues I’ll face later. After my shower.

When I realize he’s not going to leave me alone, I give up, tugging at my laces, then pull my boots off, tossing them toward Viper, who’s leaning against the sink now, watching me remove my socks.

“Rune won’t believe we didn’t tell her anything,” Viper says. “And why the fuck did we even think this was going to work?”

“Which part?” I kick my socks aside and then turn my back to him to pull the shower curtain open.

The entire mission has gotten so far out of hand, out of our control, it’s terrifying. We had a plan. Spent four years making sure it was going to go smoothly, and then the second we took them it went sideways. Now Breaker’s gone rogue and set the entire mission into motion, Cora is in the hands of our enemy and set to marry that bastard Zane, and Delilah is so ill prepared, it’s horrifying.

“All of it,” Viper says. “The Snyder Group. Breaker as Ben. You. Me. And then the whole thing with Reaper is still a problem we need to deal with…”

Ignoring his incessant talking, I pop the button of my pants, unzip them, then hook my fingers into the waistband of my fatigues and tug.

Viper’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop.

My hands drop, pants hanging low on my hips. Our eyes collide.

Fire crashes through my blood, every single thought flooding to my cock. How many times have we done this? Showered in the large bathroom at the school? At the factory? But he’d not sucked my dick then. Now he knows the feel of me in his mouth. The taste of my skin and how my cum feels sliding down his throat. And I know how it feels to have his mouth on me.

“Shit,” he says.

I rub my chest, feeling the scar over my heart. My cock hardens even more from the way he’s looking at me, eyes locked onto my open zipper and the top of my dick like he’s remembering all those things too.

We were here just a week ago, just like this, and here we are again because Viper is shit with boundaries.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Your sexy ass is really tempting.”

“My ass is off limits.” My heart does an odd flip at just the thought of him and my ass in the same sentence. “Not even up for discussion right now.”

He nods, understanding. “But your cock isn’t off limits.”

Well. I have nothing to say to that. All the things I don’t want to face are standing a foot away, with heated eyes, eating up the sight of me.

Viper reaches behind him and tugs at the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head, hard abs rippling as it slips off. The muscles in his chest move as he slowly rolls the shirt into a ball, watching my reaction. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen Viper waiting on anything. Viper does not wait. He takes what he wants when he wants it, never bothering to ask, especially not permission.

My eyes dart to his face. He’s so fucking handsome. It grates on me. I think I’ve always hated that I’ve been attracted to him, noticing him more than I should have as we grew into men. Breaker was only two years younger, but everything about him felt innocent and maybe that’s why I never really saw him until we were older. Nothing about Viper is chaste. He’s lust and sex wrapped up in the tempting body of a god.

Viper’s throat moves as he swallows, my gaze fixing on the auburn stubble, remembering how he greedily swallowed my cum. When his blue eyes meet mine, they flare with bright heat, the vanity light making them sparkle like gemstones. I feel my gaze slip to his lips, the memory of their softness around my hard length making my blood spark just as hot as his eyes.

At some point, we both moved, some primal force drawing us together. Citrus and sweat flood my senses. We’re so close I can feel the slight tremble move through his chest into mine. Viper’s hand lands on my waist, and my breath bursts from my lungs.

“Just do it,” he whispers, the heat of his words caressing my cheek. “Just fucking do it already because I don’t think I have the nerve.”

My eyes dip to his mouth. His tongue runs seductively over his bottom lip. The need to know what that lip feels like makes me lean in. Our noses brush. His breath fans over my face. My top lip meets his bottom. Keeping our eyes locked, I angle my head slightly, feeling the slight stubble under the cleft of his bottom lip. His hips jerk almost involuntarily, and his cock digs into my thigh.

“Fuck.” It’s more of a release of a breath than a whole word and I can practically taste his beg. His fingers tighten more, digging in harshly.

“I don’t know how,” I hear myself saying, then I laugh as he exhales a soft chuckle. “I’ve never kissed a man.”

“Pretty sure it’s like kissing a woman,” he says against my mouth. “And I’ve seen you kiss plenty—”

I latch on to his bottom lip and suck. His eyes flare, and then his hungry mouth is on mine. My heart slams into my ribcage. My eyes stay open, watching his grow dark, lashes fluttering as he deepens the kiss. We keep our gazes locked as I slip my tongue into his mouth. Heat and male and something slightly astringent like liquor hits my tongue. I briefly wonder if he’s been drinking, but then Viper’s hand slips from my hip and travels slowly upward, fingers following each line and plane of my stomach, then chest until he weaves them into my hair and pulls me closer.

That simple, gentle move makes my entire body move toward him, my hands suddenly needing the feel of him. I place them on his biceps, fingers curling into the thick muscle. He emits a low groan and our tongues collide.

Everything about this is slow. Exploring. He feels so different. Women are soft, their kiss delicate and lined with desperation, but everything about them, even their desire, is smooth. Their flesh, their cheeks, and lips. Viper’s mouth is hungry, verging on starved, yet his lips are so soft, it makes me crave him even more. But as the kiss grows more heated and his touch grows harsher, I feel the edge of sharpness in him. His soft lips are outlined with the scrape of stubble against my flesh. His nails biting into my scalp. Hard dick hitting my thigh.

“Shit,” he breathes into my mouth, and I realize my eyes have closed as they pop open. He breaks the kiss, running his nose along my jawline to my neck. “You taste devine.” At some point, my hands have made their way to the small of his back, my fingertips dipping into the dimples above his ass. “And you smell fucking good.”

“Yeah. I smell like sweat and—”

“Sex,” he grates. His tongue skates along my jaw. A sparking shiver runs down my spine, pooling like mercury. “When we fucked them, I smelled you on their skin. It makes me so hard, your sweat mixed with theirs. I can’t get enough.” He shifts closer, molding his bare chest to mine. My hands drop to his tight ass, feeling it flex as he grinds his dick into me. “I want to drink you in. Taste you. Drown in you.”

A groan slips out, my head falling to the side as he drags his lips over my throat, down to my collarbone. Shit . It’s no wonder Breaker has zero resistance when it comes to this man. I feel myself tumbling backward, falling into his sticky desire.

“Breaker smells like earth and cedar. Like a forest after it rains. You smell like everything clean and good, even when I’ve been told caving you is a sin. As if sin wasn’t bad, but something created to leave us wanting.”

My breath heaves from my lungs, the brutal honesty of his confession so raw it flays me. I grip his hair, pulling his head back, searching his eyes. “Who said this was sin?”

The word leaves him on an exhale. “Father.”

I pull back, surprised. Fallon has never mentioned sexuality in any way. Good or bad. Then again, I’ve never been faced with wanting a man until recently.

“This isn’t a sin,” I whisper. “This wanting, this craving so deep it’s in my marrow, this need to have all of you isn’t bad. And if it is, I’ll burn with you.”

My words seem to rip something inside him, making his face go from desperation to soft need. I think it rips something free in me too because I feel that fear that’s lived in me crumble. He must see it, because he cups my jaw with one hand, his thumb skimming my bottom lip.

“Let me touch you,” he whispers. “Let me kiss you.”

My fingers trail up his spine. “Yes.”

And then it’s just hot breaths and warm lips and nipping teeth. Hands in hair and the dragging of cock against cock. He shoves me backward. I pull him with me. He stumbles forward. My open pants slip down. I grip the waist keeping them up. Viper’s hand slips under the waistband, gripping my ass. I keep him pressed to me as we move back into the room.

The back of my legs hit the bed. Viper’s hand moves, and suddenly it’s wrapped around my shaft. I groan into his mouth, pumping forward, suddenly so desperate for his touch that I think I’ll die if he stops. My fingers weave into his silky hair as he slides his palm over my shaft under my pants. The calluses on his fingers, the softness of his lips are such a contrast it ignites my blood, making me feverish with want. I take him with me as I sit, Viper bending over to keep our mouths connected.

“Knees,” I grate out, and fuck , he drops immediately. My cock grows so hard that every thought shifts from his delicious mouth on mine to my dick. I grip his throat, and his eyes flutter closed. “Suck it, now.”

Desperation floods every sense, so that I’m fumbling with him to shove my pants down enough to free myself.

“God, your cock is fucking gorgeous,” he grates, his hand wrapped around me at the root. Then he starts pumping, stroking, angling it to his mouth. Viper sucks my tip between his lips, licking the slit, and the groan that rips from my throat is unholy.

“Fucking suck it, hard,” I rasp, my hips bucking toward him, the craving in me so primal it verges on violent. I shift up to my elbow to watch as he sucks the head, my fingers woven into his hair.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says as our eyes collide once more. Whatever he sees in my face makes him grin. The silky, hot feel of his tongue slipping down the length of my cock feels like he’s undoing a part of me, and my chest explodes when he grips me tighter, stroking roughly.

My head falls back between my shoulders, eyes closing as his hot mouth encloses over the head, then he takes me into his mouth. I grip his hair and lift my hips, thrusting deeper.

“Watch your teeth,” I grate, pulling out.

He gasps, saliva dripping down his chin. “I wasn’t prepared.” He licks the slit again, and I repeat the movement, but this time, my cock slides in smoothly until I hit his throat. He gags, eyes watering, and I let him go. He grips my hand in his hair and shoves it away. “Fucking let me do this, asshole.”

My lip pulls into a grin, but I settle back on my elbows and watch as he takes me in again. Pleasure ripples down my spine every time he sucks, his cheeks hollowing out.

“Shit,” I hiss out. “You’re too good at this.”

He grins around my shaft, and the arrogance makes me grasp his head and shove him down onto me hard. He chokes, and when his face grows red, I let him up. He lets me go with a slick pop and an angry glare, and I swear the universe just changed colors from black to royal blue.

“Come on, dirty boy,” I say, voice gravelly. It doesn’t even sound like mine. It’s husky and bold. I feel bold. Confident in what I want. “Take my cock and suck it deep into that greedy mouth.”

“Make me.” Viper smirks, the taunt making my blood heat.

This is no longer an exploring of desires. This is want, in its purest, most animalistic form.

Pushing off the bed, I grip the sides of his head and slam him down onto my cock. I feel his throat constrict, the sharpness of his teeth. Feel his groan vibrate my through my shaft. It all just adds to the wild thrumming inside me. Gripping his hair, I pull him off me, and lean forward to capture his mouth, swallowing his gasp. His hand flexes on my dick.

“Any more cocky words, naughty boy?” I breathe into his mouth. “Or are you going to make me fuck that dirty mouth of yours and remind you of your place?”

His blue eyes flare with heat. Now I know why Breaker is so volatile around him. Viper brings forth something dark, primitive need to dominate and own.

Viper grinds out a moan. “Fuck, you’re really sexy when you get all violent.”

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock like a good boy,” I grate. Gripping my cock at the base, I use his hair to guide him to me. He smirks, then takes me so deep that I see stars.

Viper’s hand lands on my stomach and slips it upwards, pushing me back. I let myself fall to the bed and look at the ceiling as he sucks me in again. My eyes fall closed as I weave my fingers into his hair and just feel. His warm palms slipping up my abs, the tips of his fingers dipping into each hard plane, then moving down to cup my balls. It’s like he can’t touch enough of me, both of his hands exploring, leaving my dick to move over my exposed flesh, then up higher to pinch a nipple or run down my calf, over my pants, to grip my ankle then up again, all while he sucks, licks, and takes me deep.

Every soft touch, every dig of fingers makes me want more. I want him to touch me everywhere. Every time he sucks me in, it feels like he’s tugging at the seams of my body, exposing pieces I didn’t know I wanted free. The ravenous need to have his flesh against mine, his heat and his sweat and his fucking everything, until I can taste him too, eats me alive, until I’m pumping up into his mouth.

When it all becomes too much, my abs ripple, growing tight and I arch upwards, curling into myself. I find him watching my face through his long lashes. The second our eyes connect, he sucks hard, and my legs draw up around him, but he keeps his hands on my thighs as he sucks me, his head bobbing up and down. My cock hits his throat, and the world explodes in a flash of violent blue.

I stop existing and my world is just sounds and breaths and vibrant touches. I hear myself groaning his name, then heat erupts from me, and he chokes. I feel my fingers in his hair, weaving between the strands, feeling its softness and the sweat at the back of his neck. I hear the words spilling from my mouth, gravelly and unchecked, “ That’s good. Fuck, that’s good. That’s a good boy ,” followed by my panting, “ Oh, fuck, suck harder, swallow it all filthy boy. ”

When I come back down, that needy ache for more still lingers. To have him close. Closer. To own him. Possess him. Breathe the same air as him.

Pressing my palm to his shoulder, I shove Viper back, and he nearly falls to his ass, but catches himself. I grip under his arm and pull him upright until he’s standing over me. Still slightly dazed, my eyes travel up to his face. His lips gleam with the mess I made in his mouth, saliva and cum on his chin. He gathers it on his finger and slips it past his lips, sucking it clean.

“Fuck,” I breathe because shit , this man is dangerously sexy.

My eyes drop to the bulge in his fatigues. I reach for the buckle of his belt, but his hand clamps over mine before I can slip it free.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers.

My eyes lock with his. “I want to.”

His hand falls and I slip the belt open, then pop the button of his pants. My heart slams into my ribcage.

“Strike.”

“I want to,” I rasp, my heart hammering so hard that it feels like it may explode. “Don’t fucking say anything.”

“Okay.”

The grate of his zipper as I slide it down does something weird to my stomach. When I grip him, I’m amazed at how hot he feels, and so hard he’s pulsing. When I pull him free, he hisses and jerks in my grasp. Pre-cum leaks from him, and in some remote part of my brain, I know he’s this hard because of me.

Me now, taking him into my mouth. Licking the slit.

Musk and salt.

I run my tongue over my lips, my mind racing, deciding, and when it hits me that I want more, I lean in again, my fingers gripping him harder to guide him back to my mouth.

“Fucking shit,” he grates as my tongue slides over him, exploring the velvety tip. His fingers weave gently into my hair. “Fuck, yeah. God. Please don’t stop.”

The grating, desperate way he begs makes my chest grow and I lick again, my mind suddenly fracturing. “I don’t know how to do this,” I say, but I want to, desperately.

“Just like that—” His hips jerk. “—Fuck, man, like that. Like you’re sucking a lollipop.”

I try to remember the last I had a lollipop but can’t as I take him into my mouth fully. He’s girthy, and I have to open wide to take him. Viper groans when his cock pops out of my mouth. Our eyes meet, and his carnivorous look makes me want to do this better.

“I’m about to pass out,” he says with a laugh.

“What do I do?”

“Like our girls.”

I keep our gazed connected as I slip him past my lips, focusing the memory of how they feel as they take me into their mouths. How they pay attention to the head of my cock. I suck hard, tongue swirling around his tip. Viper erupts with a string of curses, touching my shoulder.

They lick the length of me, so I do that, coating his shaft with my spit. His lashes flutter, and a hand leaves my hair to caress my jaw.

“Shit. That’s good, Strike. Nice and sloppy. Suck it like you want my cum in your mouth.”

I suck him in hard, until he hits my throat. Viper’s groan is so feral I feel myself growing hard again.

“Harder. Less teeth.” He glides a hand to the base of his cock. “Jerk me off when you—” His hips buck and I gag. My eyes tear, but I keep him at my throat, then release him with a gasp.

“I’m about to fucking come,” he groans. “Mouth or face?”

I tap my chest as my cheeks hollow out when I take him in again, eyes pinned to his face. The greedy groan he lets out makes me suck harder, loving how his hips snap forward, and his jaw loosens and then tightens as he watches me.

“Oh shit,” his hips jerk, “ Mo ghràdh, I’m about to come, I’m about to come .”

The last word gets caught on a groan as he pulls out and wet heat hits my neck. I lean back, letting his cum hit my chest as he spurts again, helping him through his release as I drag my hand down his length.

When he catches his breath, he collapses to the floor, his forehead hitting my knee.

“Shit,” he hisses.

I blink, taking a deep breath, waiting for the panic to hit. I’m surprised when it doesn’t.

Viper looks up at me, meeting my eyes. “Holy shit, Strike.”

Yeah.

I know.

I just sucked Viper’s dick.

“You okay?” he asks, standing upright. He backs away, snagging a towel from the bathroom, keeping his eyes locked on mine. He offers it to me, then makes a strange face before dropping back down to a crouch and swiping it over my chest. His cum smears across my skin, catching in the hair.

Now I panic.

My heart thunders. I shove his hand away, snatching the towel, and try to swipe at the cum stuck in the thin line of hair that leads to my open pants.

Where my dick still sticks out.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

“Striker.” His voice breaks through the loud noise in my head. “God, your face.’” He laughs, grabbing the towel and tossing it aside. “You’re freaking the fuck out.”

I nod. Yeah, bad.

He grips my hand. Sucks my fingers past his lips. The whirling panic slams to a stops a my attention shifts from the ruthless unease coiling inside me to his hot mouth. He releases them with a seductive pop . My cock grows thicker. He leans forward and nips my stomach.

“Okay,” I say, stifling a surprised chuckle. “You have my attention.”

A wolfish grin turns the corner of his mouth upward when he turns his face up to me. “You think our girl wants to play?”