Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

I love that he’s trying to be a gentleman. To clarify that this wasn’t his end goal. And when I dig through the glove compartment of his car for protection, there’s not a single doubt in my mind. He didn’t think this would happen, hence his forgetting to refill his stash.

There’s nothing.

Not one condom.

Our eyes link up, the situation’s high stakes dawning on us.

I’ve never gone bareback with anyone in my life. And in that moment, when I look up at the damaged, blue-eyed boy in the driver’s seat, I can’t think of a better person to do this with. But there are other factors to take into consideration.

“I’m clean. Just got checked.” He reads my mind.

“Me too.”

“You’re on the pill, right?”

I nod.

That short conversation is the green light we needed. I crash our lips together, fisting my hand up and down his shaft, working him quick and hard. He heaves a curse as I guide his tip to my entrance. Only then does he seem to realize what we’re about to do. His eyes fly open.

“Kass…”

It’s one word. But it holds so much meaning. I read between the lines. Hear him loud and clear. He’s telling me this is my last chance.

My last out.

He’s saying, If you don’t run now, I’m never letting you go. I cup his face, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

“I’m here.” I tell him the same thing he once said to me, stifling a shaky plea. “Let me be here.”

Then I sink down his length.

In

ch by inch, I take him.

Until he’s balls-deep inside me.

Bare.

For the first time.

A grunt resonates from somewhere deep within his throat, and his hands dart to my waist. Mine grip his shoulders. I hoist myself up, then slide down, creating perfect friction.

I do it again.

And again.

Will draws me in for a long kiss.

“Fuck, this feels…” He almost sounds in pain.

“I know,” I croak against his mouth.

He brings me down onto his lap roughly, intensifying my moans and jerking my dress out of the way to watch as he fills me. I slip my fingers into his hair, picking up the pace with every heart-wrenching second. The sensation is so intense, so strong, it’s almost… too much. I’ve never been this emotional during sex, and based on Will’s bloodshot eyes, I’d say the feeling’s mutual. He tugs at my dress, obviously annoyed that I’m wearing so much clothes, and yanks the fabric down my chest until my breasts break free, jiggling along to his wild thrusting. He devours my skin, his tongue teasing, swirling around my nipples. I can’t help clenching around him, needing more.

“If the World Was Ending” by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels plays on the radio, our hearts beating along to the chorus. He releases my nipples, his hand banding around the back of my neck for a hungry, breathtaking kiss. Our eyes meet, my lips dipping open when his hips press into me, pumping deeper. He nudges a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.

“Will.” I can’t suppress a breathy moan.