The Rule Breaker

This beacon of light and beauty and sass.

An actual fucking angel.

One intent on driving me out of my fucking mind.

She motions come here with two fingers as she takes a step backward. Then another. "Off." She motions to my shirt. Then my pants.

"Sit."

She shakes her head. Repeats her command. "Pants off."

"After you come on my face."

That same smile.

It warms me everywhere. But I'm out of fucking patience. "Now." The playfulness drops from my voice. It's all demand.

She notices. Sits immediately.

I take another step toward her. "Spread your legs."

For a second, she stares back at me like she's going to say no, keep teasing, insist she doesn't take orders, request a please.

But she doesn't.

She reclines in the chair—it's already at a forty-five degree angle—and hangs her legs over the sides.

She tilts her hips up. To give me a better view.

Fuck. "Beautiful." I don't have words. Only an immense need to taste her.

I close the distance between us. Hook my hands under her upper thighs.

Then I drop to my knees between her legs.

She looks down at me, her gorgeous grey eyes wracked with anticipation. "I like to pull." She knots her hand in my hair. Tugs lightly to demonstrate. Then harder.

"Good." I press the heel of my hand into her inner thigh. Softly. Then hard enough I pin her leg to the chair. "Makes me hard."

Her teeth sink into her lips.

"It makes me so hard I can't stand it." I lean down to press my lips to her inner thigh. "So pull as much as you want, angel. But know it's gonna speed things along."

Her head falls back as I kiss her thigh.

Fuck, she's perfect like this. Not just because she's splayed out for me. Not just because I'm her entire universe.

Because she's there, lost in this world of need and anticipation.

I bring my free hand to her other leg. Hold her in place as I kiss my way up her thigh.

Closer and closer and—

There.

She groans as my lips brush her clit.

I do it softly. To tease her.

Then harder.

Harder.

Hard enough she groans.

"Ollie." Her hand knots in my hair. "Please."

Dammit, that sound is music. I need more of it. All of it. Every day. Until the end of time.

I run my tongue over every inch of her cunt. Exploring her folds. Tasting her sweetness. Testing her reactions.

She gasps as I suck on her lips. She groans as I slip my tongue inside her. And when I flick my tongue against her clit—

A little higher.

Left.

Then right.

There.

"Fuck." She tugs at my hair. "Don't stop."

Not a chance in hell.

I press my hands into her thighs as I lick her.

Right there. Exactly where she needs me.

Exactly how she likes it.

She squirms in her seat, fighting my hands, tugging at my hair, just barely rocking her hips to meet me.

I dig my nails into her thighs.

She lets out a low, deep groan.

I do it again.

Again.

Until she tugs. "Too hard."

Then a little softer.

I keep that pressure, my nails digging into her soft skin as I work her with steady flicks of my tongue.

Her thighs shake as she gets closer.

Her head falls back. Her groans run together.

Then her nails find my shoulder. And she scratches hard enough to leave a mark.

Hard enough to draw blood.

Fuck, that feels good. Like she's claiming me.

I've never wanted that before. But with Luna, I want everything.

Her breath hitches.

Her fingers curl.

One more flick of my tongue and she's there, groaning my name as she comes.

Her nails dig a little deeper.

Then everything inside her releases.

She pulses against my lips. Gets sweeter. Wetter.

Her hands fall.

Her legs soften.

Her breath slows.

"Fuck." Her voice is heavy. Strained. "You're good at that."

I stand. Wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Thanks." I offer her my hand.

She stands. Goes straight to my shirt.

Her eyes meet mine as she tears through the buttons. Pushes it off my shoulders.

Then the belt.

The slacks.

My boxers.

"Fuck." She wraps her hand around my cock. Pumps me with a steady stroke.

My eyes close. My breath catches. That feels too fucking good. I'm too fucking close. "Condom."

She takes the foil packet. Tears it open. Slides the rubber over my cock.

God, she's so fucking beautiful.

And impossibly sexy.

I'm not going to last long enough. And I can't find a single fucking thought to cool me down.

"This might be tricky." I climb into the chair. "Haven't tried it before."

She nods. Watches me recline. "You're going to ruin this place for me."

"Yeah?" I motion come here.

She does.

"Ruin how?"

"I'll think of this every time I see a tattoo."

"Think of fucking me every time you see a tattoo?"

She nods.

No way I'm cooling down now. Luna thinking of this nonstop, her face flushing as she recalls the feel of my hands, mouth, cock—

"Now." I bring my hands to her hips. "Leg here."

She swings her leg over the chair, straddling my thighs

My hands go to her hips. Slowly, I pull her into position.