Fair Game (The Rules 1)

“You most definitely did.” He hisses in a breath when I spread his jeans open and streak my fingers down the length of his erection. It strains against the fabric of his black boxer briefs, thick and long, reminding me of when I gave him the blowjob and how much he enjoyed it.

Right before he ran.

I push that unpleasant memory out of my brain and focus on the task at hand.

“Come here,” he whispers just as I’m about to tug off his underwear. He reaches for me, gathers me up in his arms, pulls me up so I’m sprawled on top of him, my aching center rubbing his rigid erection. I squirm against him, a shuddering breath escaping me at the delicious friction that sparks between us and then he’s rolling me over so I’m beneath him, my back flat on the mattress, my breaths coming hard and quick when he starts to kiss a path down the length of my body.

“This needs to come off,” he murmurs as he reaches behind me and deftly undoes the clasp on my bra. He helps me pull it off, baring me completely to his gaze and he leans back, taking me in, his eyes dark and totally unreadable.

I’m self-conscious. What else is new? I need to get over this. The way he looks at me, the things he says…I know he likes what he sees. Which is mind blowing, I can’t lie. I mean, this is Shep Prescott. He’s been with a bazillion women—at least that’s what people say. He’s a campus legend.

And here he is with me. Silly freshman, nobody special, little old me. I can barely wrap my head around it.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he dips his head and kisses my nipple. I inhale on a moan, closing my eyes when he envelops my nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. I touch the back of his head, thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, my core tightening with every pull of his mouth. His erection is heavy, pressing against my thigh, and I spread my legs wider, needing him pushing against me, creating that delicious friction once again.

He doesn’t comply. The man has a mind of his own and I have to admit, I like it. I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs but he shoves my hand away. I moan with frustration, startled when he moves up, his mouth at my ear, his hands wrapped around both of my wrists. How he grabbed me so quickly I don’t know.

“You get me naked and I won’t have any choice but to fuck you,” he murmurs close to my ear, his hot breath and warm lips making me shiver. Oh, and his words. I really love how he tosses out the word fuck so casually. “My boxers are the only barrier that’s keeping me from diving straight into that hot, tight pussy of yours.”

I want to fan myself. His words make me hot. The way he’s holding me down makes me hot too. My arms are bent, my hands curling into fists on either side of my head, his fingers wrapped firmly around my wrists. “I want you to…” My voice drifts and he smiles, dipping his head so his mouth hovers right above mine.

“You want me to what? Fuck you?” He drops the lightest kiss on my lips at the same time he thrusts his hips against mine. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“I don’t want a gentleman,” I confess, my voice low, my body weak from the way he’s looking at me. Like he wants to gobble me up.

He lifts his brows, looking surprised by what I said. “You don’t?”

I shake my head, sucking in a sharp breath when he presses his mouth against my neck, his hips working mine. Oh God, I can feel him. Thrusting against me, rubbing the tip against my clit, like he knows exactly where it is. Every other guy I’ve been with needed a roadmap to find the damn thing and even then there were no guarantees. Not that I pointed it out or anything. More like I suffered through the too rough fingers, the sloppy kisses, the really bad fucking.

I have a feeling Shep is going to be nothing but really good at fucking.

“You’re a constant surprise,” he murmurs with a smile, just before he kisses me. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my lips.

“I want…” I want all sorts of things. I love it when he kisses me. When he touches me. He releases one of my wrists, his hand going to my waist and drifting downward, until it settles between my legs, his fingers working my flesh. I’m so wet I can actually hear it as he searches my folds and I’m sort of mortified.

But I’m also so turned on I don’t care.

“Tell me, Jade.” He slips a finger inside me just as he thrusts his tongue in my mouth. It’s sensory overload. He surrounds me, he’s inside of me and I can hardly think straight. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I choke out when he presses my clit with his thumb. “I want you inside me.”

He’s gone in a whirlwind of movement and I blink my eyes open to find him standing at the side of the bed, yanking open the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out a condom. He shucks his underwear and my eyes go wide at the sight before me. Yes, I’ve had his cock in my mouth but seeing it again like this, hard and flushed and looking rather determined—can a penis look determined? I think it can—the ache between my legs only intensifies. I’m dying to feel him slide inside me for the first time.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” Shep murmurs.

I glance up at his words, our gazes meeting, his dark and completely unreadable. “Like what?”

“Like you want to swallow me whole. I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He tears open the wrapper and rolls the condom on that monster cock of his—and when I call it a monster, that’s a good thing, trust me.

I’m so excited my body is tingling with anticipation. A sigh escapes when he rejoins me on the bed, his big body on top of mine, hands braced on either side of my head, his erection probing my sex. He reaches for me, readjusting my position so we’re more face to face, his arm around my waist, holding me to him.