Unspoken Rules (Rules 2)

I can hear in his voice that he doesn’t mean it.

Not even a little.

“Why?” I pull away, worried that I did something wrong.

“Because I won’t be able to hold it,” he pants, taking a deep breath as though he needs a second to regain his composure.

Confused, I say, “What would you hold it for?”

His eyebrows shoot up to his forehead like he’s wondering how I can even be asking such a question. Then, he half-smiles as though he finds me adorable and wraps a hand around my wrist to get me off the shower floor. I get back up, confusion plastered on my face. Without a warning, he spins me around and bends me over.

“For this.”

He uses two fingers to make sure that I’m ready, and I gasp. Oh my God. I’ll never, ever know what to expect from this guy. I look back at him and conclude that he’s happy with what he found from the smile on his face. He lifts one of my legs up with his right arm, and I instinctively put both my hands on the shower wall in front of me.

“I’ve been going crazy just thinking about this moment and all the things I want to do to you since the other night. It’s not ending now,” he says, and I feel him push against my entrance from behind.

“Haze, wait.” I come to my senses. “Not without—”

“Shit, you’re right.” He stops. “Hold on.”

He lets go of me and quickly slides the shower door open. He stretches his arm out to get something on the counter. I hear the sound of a condom packaging being torn open.

“Wait, did you leave that there?” I ask and watch him slip the condom on.

“Maybe.” He beams and bends me back down.

I rest my hands on the wall again, feeling the warm water run down my spine.

“So, what? Did you plan for this to happen?” I grin, amused.

“I’m not an idiot, Kingston. Shower with my hot girlfriend? The thought crossed my mind.”

I’m about to speak again, but he shuts me up with one strong and sudden move. He grabs my waist and fills me entirely. I gasp and bite back a moan. He takes a sharp breath and stills himself, the both of us taking in every mind-blowing sensation that comes with our bodies merging. He stretches me, but it isn’t as painful as last time. I’m so ready I easily adjust to his size. When he starts moving in and out of me in the way he does so well, I ask myself, why did we wait so long to do this again?

“Does it hurt?” he says through slightly gritted teeth and slows down. The closeness between us sends my heart into an endless race. I love that he’s always concerned about me.

“I’m good. I promise.” I dig my nails into my palms while leaning against the tiled wall in front of me.

I’m more than good.

I let out a breathy moan when he uses his hand to pull my hair into a ponytail and speeds up his thrusting.

Oh my… And I thought last time was amazing.

For a second there, I almost forget that Kendrick’s right down the hall. I let the pleasure fog the truth. We’re not alone anymore. I hope that the sound of the water running is loud enough to drown out the very obvious noises we’re making. After a while, he pulls out and I wince at the emptiness he left between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Honestly?” He arches his eyebrow. He seems to be asking me if I can handle his honesty.

I nod hesitantly.

“I can’t keep watching while I fuck you.”

My mouth falls open.

He doesn’t wait for me to reprimand him on his choice of words. “I won’t last long, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”