Following the Rules (The Script Club 1)

“You don’t have to hold back. I like it rough,” I assured him in a husky voice that didn’t quite sound like mine.

Simon squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “You are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever met. Those glasses, that mouth…Jesus, I want you. I want—”

I swallowed him again, bobbing my head and working him over in quick, sure strokes while he fucked my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to cry out a warning. I ignored it. He braced his hand on the wall and trembled through his release. After a moment, he pulled me to my feet and slammed his mouth over mine, plunging his tongue deep.

I broke the kiss with a moan. “Do you like the way you taste?”

Simon brushed his nose against mine and chuckled softly. “So fuckin’ dirty. Yeah, I love it. I like the way you taste better.”

“What are you—put me down.”

He lifted me over his shoulder and smacked my ass. “Nope. You’re mine.”

I liked how that sounded far too much. But before I could get any funny ideas, he marched into the great room, dumped me on the sofa, and undid my shorts. He whisked them off along with my boxer briefs, then bent to return the favor with an enthusiastic blowjob that made my toes curl in my sneakers. And yes, I still wore my shoes.

I had a fleeting thought that I had to look completely ridiculous in my half-unbuttoned shirt, sneakers, and nothing else…until I spotted our reflection in the wide sliding glass doors.

Wow. Just wow.

Sure, my dork levels were still sky-high—my hair was a mess, my glasses were crooked, and my face was probably beet red. But a naked, tattooed hunk of an athlete kneeled between my legs, sucking my cock with gusto. This could only be a good thing.

“Simon, I’m close,” I whimpered.

He sat up and stroked me with his left hand as he sucked his middle finger. He slid the digit along my crease, massaging my hole with a teasing caress and pushing it inside. I came apart a moment later. Cum shot over my stomach. Simon acted quickly, bending to suck me as I convulsed under him.

That was new. And so was his now half-hard bare cock nudging my hole.

I blinked wildly as the fog cleared and my breathing slowly returned to normal. Simon didn’t move, though. He massaged my thighs, watching me closely.

“This is good, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it feels good, but…we can’t do that without a condom,” I said, scooting out of reach.

“Oh, no, no. That wasn’t what I meant.” Simon shook his head and sat beside me. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to come inside you and—”

“And what?”

He gave a bashful shrug. “I can’t believe the shit I say to you sometimes. I should be embarrassed, but you don’t even flinch.”

“I like it,” I admitted with a wry grin.

“You do, don’t you? What is it you like? Wait. Hold that thought. Let me clean you up.” Simon kissed my nose and my lips, then disappeared, returning a minute later with a pair of shorts and a towel.

“Thank you.” I wiped my stomach, clandestinely admiring him in all his masculine glory. I didn’t think it was possible to make pulling on a pair of athletic shorts seem sexy, but— “Aren’t you going to wear boxers?”

Simon snapped the elastic and cupped his dick through the nylon fabric lasciviously. “Nope. I’m freeballin’, baby.”

I snorted, dropping the towel to look for my shorts. “Would you mind passing those to me?”

He scooped up my discarded clothes and set them on the sofa behind him, chuckling at my irritated scowl. “I’ll give them to you in a sec. I have questions and I can’t ask them if you’re dressed. I get nervous.”

“You get nervous?”

“Yeah. You’re kind of intimidating.”

“Me?” I gaped, pointing at my chest for emphasis. “Me? That’s not possible.”

“Sure, it is. You’re too smart for me. I know that. I’m impressed with that brain of yours, but the things I really want you to teach me aren’t in a book,” he said carefully.

“Okay. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know how you feel. I want to know what makes it so easy for you to say what you want in bed. You don’t hesitate, and you’re not shy about sex. You’re not clinical about it either. You’re fluid and graceful and so completely in the moment. I bet you’re like that in a lab or when you’re discussing some astrophysical theory with other scientists. You genuinely like sex.”

My lopsided smile slowly morphed into a wide grin. “I do. Don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah. But I’ve never felt comfortable saying the things I say to you, like…I want to come inside you. I want to suck your balls. I want to lick every inch of you. None of that embarrasses you, does it?”