Following the Rules (The Script Club 1)

I kicked the black-and-white patterned duvet aside before lying on the two pillows propped against the iron headboard, loving that they smelled like him. I jacked myself as I waited for him to join me.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching you,” he replied in a raspy tone. “You look so good in my bed. Like you belong here. And I gotta tell you…I’ve been thinking about this all weekend.”

“Yeah?” I smeared precum over the tip with my thumb, using it as lube as I stroked my length. My gaze flitted from his sex-hazed eyes to his erection jutting proudly in front of him. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I want you to myself. I don’t want to hurry. I don’t want to think about who might be coming home or how much time we have. I just want to be inside you and stay there. Let me fuck you, baby.”

“Do it.” I swiped more precum from my slit, then rubbed my middle finger over my entrance. “Come closer. I want to suck you.”

“Not yet. Keep doing that. Touch yourself,” he commanded, reaching for a condom and lube in the nightstand drawer. He sat beside me, nostrils flaring in appreciation as he uncapped the bottle and poured a small amount over my balls. He used the pad of his thumb to rub the lube on the sensitive skin around my hole just as I pushed a finger inside. “Christ, that’s hot.”

He stroked himself in a slow, firm grip as he watched the show. I twisted my wrist and added a second digit, grunting at the sensation. I was an expert at the art of relaxing and preparing myself for sex. I had it down to a science. No help required. I didn’t always trust the guys I’d been with to be gentle. But I trusted Simon.

He was the perfect balance of tender and rough. It couldn’t have been easy for someone so big and powerful. And it was a heady thing to be on the receiving end of his attention.

I pulled my glasses off and handed them to him. “Will you put them on the nightstand?”

“No. I want you to wear them. Glasses stay, baby.” He set them on my nose and kissed me. “Have I told you how fucking hot you are?”

His voice was laced with affection and need. It was a powerful combination that left me feeling dizzy and warm all over.

I ripped the condom wrapper and sat up, rolling the latex down his rigid shaft. I kissed the angel-wing tattoo on his pec, then his jaw, his chin, and his lips as I added more lube. I leaned on one elbow and reached between us to set his cock at my entrance.

Simon moved forward, inch by sensual inch, stretching me open in a perfect fit…like he was made for me. When he finally bottomed out, he rested his forehead on mine. I pressed my palm against his cheek and met his gaze.

We froze for a long moment, staring at each other in wonder. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but for me, this wasn’t about sex anymore. It was something bigger.

“Mmm, feels so good, Si.”

He smiled softly and molded his mouth to mine. The kiss was leisurely but poignant. Every nip, every moan, every hum felt like notes in a symphony. Each one building on the last until we finally picked up the tempo. Our tongues twisting in a wild frenzy as we fought to get closer still.

Simon broke the passionate kiss to suck in a lungful of oxygen. “Slow down, baby.”

“No, I want you.” I dragged my fingernails along his sides to spur him on and whispered, “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

And he did.

Simon moved like thunder, surging forward and driving deep inside me. He lost his reservations, forgot to be careful or overly reverent. Sweat dripped on my chest, the vein at his temple pulsed, and his hips never stopped.

And I loved it.

I arched to meet him thrust for thrust, moaning utter nonsense, like “Oh, yeah, so good. More, please, more.” He couldn’t seem to get enough. Of me. I’d never felt more powerful with a lover in my life. Not because I was in control. I wasn’t. But I was his equal here. We gave and we took, pushed and pulled at each other, sucking, licking, and clawing at skin in a beautiful frenzy.

Simon lost his rhythm and went still. “I’m too close. We need to slow down.”

“Let me get on top of you.”

He carefully disengaged and flopped onto his back. I straddled his big body, lowered myself onto his cock, and took off, stroking myself as I rode him hard. I tried to keep a steady pace, but the angle was perfect. I curled my toes on the mattress and flattened my free hand on his chest, bucking wildly.