Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“Shit, Kass, you’re… you’re so fucking tight. How are you this goddamn tight?” He crashes his palm to the wall, inches away from my head, like he needs a breather.

“It’s… been a while,” I admit, and his eyes snap open.

“Am I hurting you?” The fear in his gaze liquifies my heart. I’m so glad I’m doing this with him.

“No, it’s fine. Just go slow.”

Nodding, he kisses me gently, inching himself deeper inside me. I wince at the sting in my stomach.

He wasn’t all in?

Squeezing my thigh with his hand, he nibbles at my bottom lip, thrusting in and out of me in a slow, uncertain place.

“Will.” I tremble, and the rolling of his hips speeds up on cue. He goes faster and faster, checking on me regularly. I reassure him every step of the way. Ironically, when he stops holding back, the pain morphs into pleasure.

“Talk to me, baby,” he orders as he picks up the pace. He almost seems annoyed with himself. Angry that he can’t be as gentle as he wanted to be. I can’t bring myself to answer, trapped in a daze.

This feels… I have no words.

“Kass?” He slows his rocking.

“K-Keep going. It feels better this way.”

In response, he pulls out completely, making me wait three never-ending seconds before filling me again with one powerful shove. For the love of all that is holy. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good.

“Will!” I whimper, louder this time, and he grunts.

His mouth comes flush with my ear. “You can’t fucking moan my name like that and expect me to go slow.”

Time of death: right. fucking. now.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he spreads my legs apart and starts pounding into me. And I mean pounding. My eyes roll back on their own. Now that I’m writhing in his arms, there isn’t a single part of me that cares about Kendrick. I don’t regret stripping Will down on my brother’s bed. I couldn’t care less that I’m breaking the sibling rule. Because it led me here.

To this moment.

To being with the guy I love.

He grips my ass with both hands, making me hop up and down on him until my stomach contracts. Our connected, sweaty bodies noisily rattle my bedroom wall. Safe to say it would be more than obvious that we’re having mind-blowing sex to anyone in the house.

“Still think I’m a good little girl?” I tease, bringing him back to what he told me the last time we were getting down and dirty.

“Maybe… What are you going to do about it?” he says in a husky, challenging voice, his middle finger and thumb flicking my right nipple and sending a jolt of energy through me. Set on putting him in his place, I clench around him, bouncing faster. Harder.

His mouth drops.

“Kass, what are you—”

I momentarily silence him with a hot, hasty kiss.

“Stop fucking clenching, I won’t be able to—”

I ignore him.

He starts to shudder.

I can’t help but smile at the fact that I, the girl Will once said controlled everything but probably had no idea what to do in the bedroom, seem to be holding my own just fine.

“Kass, did you hear me?” he roars, his self-control thinning by the second. Consequently, I go twice as hard, jumping up and down his length until my thighs are on fire and I’ve got him right where I want him: inches away from the brink. “Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” he hisses.