Fair Game (The Rules 1)

“Put your arms around me,” he whispers and I do as he asks, my arms going for his neck just as he starts to enter me. It’s a tease though. He removes his arm from my waist and grabs the base of his erection, brushing the head through my folds, against my clit, making me close my eyes and moan in agony. Or ecstasy.

Take your pick.

All I know is, he’s driving me insane. I lift my hips, trying to get him to slide inside me, and he chuckles. Yes, he actually chuckles as he continues to torture me, a groan replacing his soft laughter when I tip my hips up further, desperate to make the contact I want.

“You want it?” he asks, sounding like a smug, confident jackass.

A very sexy, smug, confident jackass.

I nod, my hair brushing against the pillow, falling into my face. “Yes.”

“Beg for it,” he whispers, going still. “I wanna hear you say please.”

God, he’s awful. He’s also starting to pull away and we can’t have that. I’m stuck and he knows it. “Please,” I murmur, my gaze fixing on his. I reach for him, my fingers curling around his forearm as I try to guide him in. “I need you inside me.”

The little smile curling his lips is both wonderful and terrible, all at once. As if he knows how much he’s driving me out of my mind. “Say the dirty words, Jade. I want to hear them.”

He’s pushing me past my comfort zone. I stare into his eyes, my chest rising and falling so rapidly my breasts brush against his chest. I can feel him, thick and long and ready to push inside me but also waiting for my words. Words that are so difficult to say.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice strangled and high pitched. “Please fuck me.”

The moment I say it, he pushes inside, just the head, pausing as he stares down at the spot where we’re almost joined. “Is that all you got?” He sounds strained, like he’s as tortured as I am and I close my eyes, my hips wiggling as if I have no control over my body.

“Fuck me with your cock,” I say in the barest of whispers, “Oh God, I need it. Please.”

He rewards me with the very thing I asked for, his cock sliding deep inside my body, filling me completely. I go still beneath him, holding my breath, and all I can hear is the roaring of my heart. He doesn’t move for a long moment and his cock pulses deep inside me, making me moan. Making him moan.

And then he starts to move, withdrawing almost completely before pushing back inside, establishing this amazing rhythm that has me clinging to him, my arms wrapped tight around his neck, my face buried in his chest.

“Put your legs around me,” he demands and I do so, the both of us moaning when the new position sends him even deeper. “Fuck, Jade. You feel so fucking good.”

His words send a current of electricity through me, settling in my sex. I might come again. As wild and outrageous as the idea sounds, I’m so worked up, I think it’s possible. My clit is tingling in that way it does when I get close and oh God, he’s actually touching my clit with his fingers at this very moment. Pressing against it, his thrusts increasing, his mouth seeking mine. The kiss is sloppy, our tongues tangling, and we swallow each other’s groans as he increases his rhythm.

It feels so good. He feels so good inside me, thrusting hard. Harder. Harder still, until he’s pushing me up the mattress. My legs shake as they cling around him, my hands buried in his damp with sweat hair at the back of his head. I’m whimpering, he’s moaning, and then his mouth is at my ear, asking if I’m close, he sounds desperate to know if I’m close because he’s going to come, he warns me. He’s going to come so hard and it’s all because of me. All because of me, and the way I make him feel, how badly he’s wanted me from the very first moment he saw me…

And then he truly is on the brink of coming, and so am I. He goes still above me as he hangs his head, his lips parted, his hair a disheveled mess as it falls around his face. I’m clenching around him, my orgasm upon me out of nowhere, like it can’t be contained. I’m just coming and coming and he shudders above me, my name falling from his lips as he thrusts and thrusts hard inside me, until, finally he’s not moving at all.

He’s a slumped wreck as he falls on top of me, his big body pressing me into the mattress, his mouth at my ear as he groans one last time. He’s as hot as a furnace, sprawled all over me and I scratch my nails lightly down the length of his smooth, damp back. His heart is racing as fast as mine and I close my eyes, trying to calm my breaths, desperate to get my shit together but it’s no use.

I just got fucked by Shep Prescott and lord help me, I think he’s spoiled me for anyone else.

“You need to quit smiling,” Gabe growls irritably.

His grumpy request only makes my smile grow. “What’s up your ass, man? And why can’t I smile?”

“You look too damn happy.” Gabe scans the room, his gaze assessing, his mouth thinned into a firm line. I’m the one on duty tonight but he’s more on top of it than I am. My mind is elsewhere. All thoughts directed on one specific person.

Jade.

Jade naked. Jade in my arms, snuggled up so close I can feel every inch of her pressing into every inch of me. Jade in my bed. Her sexy mouth fused to mine, her legs wound around my hips, heels pressed against my ass as I sink my cock deep inside her wet, tight heat. Fuck…we did that a lot. Lots and lots of fucking last night. Best night of my life.

I’m desperate to do it again. Now.

“I can’t help myself. I’m in a good mood.” I shrug, deciding to scan the room too. It’s quiet, despite it being a Saturday night. As we draw closer and closer to the end of the semester, things wind down, especially right before summer. Everyone would rather be outside, on the beach, enjoying the weather. Or everyone’s lost all the money they can stand to bet and won’t be returning until the fall semester starts. We’ll shut down during finals week and resume business about a week or two after the fall semester starts.