Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

      ‘Giving or receiving?’

      ‘Neither. Is that your thing? Being bossed around?’

      ‘I like all thirty-one flavours, so to speak.’

      ‘Fuck, I’ve only tried about five.’ She stretched, then squealed as he straddled her hips and pushed her arms down into the mattress. She made a half-hearted attempt to free herself, then resigned herself to being at his mercy at least for the next few minutes.

      ‘I have preferences. I like being spanked, but I can be just as turned on if I’m giving the right woman a red ass. The same with gender, I’ve been with both men and women, but I’d rather a woman under most circumstances.’ He dropped lower and with a purr teased her tongue with his, then spoke against her mouth. ‘I don’t feel particularly comfortable doing anything too intense with a baby under the same roof, but name the night and I’ll pick you up and take you to my place for a sampler.’

      Her head swam at the thought of what might be on the plate for one of his samplers, but he didn’t give her much time to think about it. She groaned as he lowered his head and licked around her nipple, still sore from where he had bitten her.

      ‘I’m not interested in being squeezed into your busy schedule of sexual escapades,’ she said.

      Laughter sputtered wet on her breast. ‘I don’t have a black book, if that’s what you’re suggesting. The blowjob was an impromptu thing, and as for getting my ass paddled, I paid for that.’

      While not very surprised by his kink, the admission that he had paid for it startled Miranda. It must have shown on her face, because he laughed and righted himself over her again.

      He looked shy all of a sudden, his expression turning so boyish so suddenly that she pressed her hand against his chest to comfort him.

      But Simon shook it off. ‘When I’m stressed out I need to burn it off fast, so I just make a call and step out for a while and pay for whatever I feel like. It’s not as sleazy as it sounds, and I’m not just picking names out of the adult personals. I have, I guess you could say, a network. Earlier today I felt like having my ass painted red. It’s more exciting than golf and healthier than smoking.’

      ‘My eyes have been opened,’ she murmured as he released his grip on her and ran his hands down her arms, ‘though I find some good-old oral sex does the trick to burn off stress.’

      ‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he reminded her as he cupped her tits and flicked his thumbnail over the crinkled tips. ‘Can I see you again?’

      ‘Sunday,’ she said, gasping over the last syllable as the sharp sting zipped through her.

      He readjusted himself, scuttling down to her knees. ‘Sunday. You can come to my place.’

      Negotiations stalled as Simon worshipped and Miranda squirmed with delight. He didn’t linger long, moving quickly over her ribs and past her abdomen. As he moved he realigned her body, pushing her knees up and apart and tucking his hands beneath her ass to lift her.

      He nudged her clit from beneath its hood in light, flickering strokes around and around, until her head spun in the same churning whirlpool as her body. She dragged the pillow beneath her head, propping herself up so she could watch this wicked tongue-fuck.

      ‘I might need a breather if you keep it up,’ she murmured.

      He gave her a hot look. ‘You have all day tomorrow to recover.’

      After that hard ride, her body responded to such soft treatment. She melted into the mangled bedding, closing her eyes and drawing one deep breath after another as he licked her.

      Just as she began to lose herself to the silky cadence of his tongue, the inevitable happened: the baby monitor crackled, and then came the cry.

      She groaned, threw her hands over her face and peered through them at Simon as he rose up.

      ‘His timing sucks,’ she said.

      ‘After all the racket we were making, I’d say he’s pretty generous.’ He crawled next to her and gave her a nudge. ‘Go head. We’ll pick up where we left off when you came back.’

      She thought about pointing out that by the time she returned she’d probably need to rev up from zero, depending on the condition of the diaper that awaited her, but she kept her mouth shut as she grabbed her robe from the back of the vanity chair and headed into the darkness, stopping at the bathroom to wash up along the way.

      Eddie had pulled himself into a kneeling position and peered at her through the bars of his crib as she entered the room. Tufts of dark hair stuck out at the top of his head as he gnawed the edge of the crib. She didn’t turn on the light and didn’t lift him out, and wouldn’t unless she needed to. Instead, she greeted him with a singsong voice and tucked her hand into his pyjama bottoms.

      ‘Oh, Eds, your timing is the worst but at least you don’t have a loaded diaper,’ she told him, resigning herself to a wet one. He didn’t babble and he never lost his grumpy expression, a good sign that he’d drop back to sleep as soon as he was changed and back in his bed.

      ‘Do me a favour and sleep right until six, OK?’ she said to him as she lifted him up. He looked at her blankly, then rubbed his fists against his eyes.

      A shadow flitted across the wall and startled her. She hopped to the door and peeked out just as Simon returned. She caught a whiff of the same hand soap she’d used.

      He jumped back with a sheepish look. ‘Sorry, I had to hunt to find the bathroom.’

      ‘I probably should have included that in the tour,’ she said quietly, grateful he had put on his jockeys rather than running around with his dick hanging out, and followed his gaze to the child in her arms.

      Eddie was wide awake now, his eyes saucer-like as he looked at the stranger dominating the entrance to his bedroom.

      This wasn’t a meeting she had hoped to initiate tonight, but there she stood with a baby in her arms as the man she barely knew and had brought home for bed-shaking sex leaned against the doorjamb and bowed his head towards the kid.

      ‘So you’re the bugger who threw my groove out the window.’ Eddie strained against Miranda’s chest to get a better look at the intruder. Simon shook his finger. ‘I’m going to remember this in about twenty years and be looking for an opportunity for payback.’

      Eddie grabbed the finger in front of him, and Miranda resisted the urge to pull it away as if he had gotten his hands on garbage. She wasn’t even remotely comfortable, yet she seemed to be the only one, as man and boy played tug-of-war.

      ‘I wouldn’t if I were –’ she began as Eddie joined his other hand with the first, but it was too late. Simon flinched as the baby twisted his finger, and she had to swallow her giggle as she remember how he had been so resilient when she had sunk her teeth into him.

      ‘I think the man of the house is trying to tell me the consequences of messing around with his aunt,’ he joked and finally freed his finger. The baby let out a wail and held his arms up.

      Simon reached out, and though she wasn’t sure she should, Miranda allowed Simon to lift her nephew from her arms.

      ‘Don’t get him too worked up, unless you want to play all night long,’ she warned as he let Eddie sit on his forearm.

      Simon leaned against the door and chuckled as every part of his face was subjected to a hands-on scrutiny.

      ‘You got any kids?’ she asked him.

      ‘What sort of vengeful God would let someone like me spawn?’ he said, though it seemed to Miranda that it was more to himself than in answer to her question. ‘I’m better off as immature Uncle Simon who gets the kids all worked up and then goes home. My sister hates my guts when I come to visit.’

      ‘I can see why.’

      Finished with his inspection, Eddie