Fair Game (The Rules #1)(75)

Huh. Seriously? Does she know what sort of challenge she just dropped? And I’m always up for a challenge, especially a sexual one. “No guy has been able to give you an orgasm?”

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. That lower lip I f*cking adore.

“Can you give yourself one?”

Her cheeks go red but she nods. Just barely. The idea of Jade touching herself, making herself come with her fingers, maybe with a vibrator, is a great one. Something I’d like to see someday, but I have other, more important matters to tackle first.

Like Jade. And her supposed orgasm issue.

“So tell me.” I bend my head, nuzzling the soft skin of her lower belly. “What do you like?”

“Huh?” She sounds confused.

“Do you like it when a guy goes down on you? Fingers you? Or is straight sex more your speed?” Me? I enjoy going down on women. Some *s are selfish and only want a blowjob while giving nothing in return, but I’m a firm believer in reciprocation.

She throws an arm across her eyes. “This is the most embarrassing conversation ever.”

“Tell me Jade. If I’m going to make you come, I need to know what you like.” I kiss her hip again, letting my lips linger. I’m eager to put my mouth on her. Lick her into oblivion. I’m positive I can make her come in a matter of minutes.

Positive.

She removes her arm and stares down at me. “You won’t be able to make me come. I can almost guarantee it.”

Challenge officially thrown down. “Watch me,” I murmur as I dip my head and drop a chaste kiss right above her pubic hair.

Christ, she just made that whimpering sound again and that’s it. I remove my hands from her ass and push her legs open wider, my fingers biting into her thighs as I lick the length of her slit. She gasps, I feel her quiver beneath my tongue and I do it again, covering every inch of her. I circle her clit, going round and round, sucking it deep in my mouth before I resume teasing her folds with my tongue.

Yet another one of those choked, sexy sounds falls from her lips and I lift my gaze to watch her, never slowing my efforts. She’s thrown back her head, her eyes closed, forehead furrowed in concentration, lips parted as she alternately breathes and moans. Her hips lift in natural rhythm, as if seeking my lips and I gather her closer, my hands on her ass once again, holding her to my mouth as I devour her.

Because I am. Devouring her. She tastes f*cking amazing, she’s so wet and warm. I f*cking ache to slip my cock inside her. If I don’t watch it, I swear I could come in my jeans and I haven’t done something like that since I was a kid. I’m not one to actually get off on going down, but hell.

This is Jade we’re talking about.

I watch her, fascinated with her response, curious if she’s close. She appears close. She’s giving off all the right signals. Her features are strained, her legs and arms tensed…

Wait a minute.

I lift my head and she cracks open her eyes, a frown marring her beautiful, flushed face. “Relax, baby,” I tell her, making her frown harder.

She shakes her head once, all that red hair strewn across my pillow. “I told you, I can’t come.”

“I think you’re trying too hard.” I dip down to press my lips to the top of her *. “Tell me what you like, Jade,” I murmur against her. “Do you like it when I do this?” I lick her clit, flick it with the tip of my tongue and she closes her eyes, an agonized groan sounding from deep in her chest.

I’ll take that as a yes.

“Open your eyes,” I demand and they flash open, staring at me. Her cheeks are pink, her lips damp. She’s f*cking gorgeous and I want her to watch me do this to her. Maybe watching will help get her there faster. Hmm, maybe using particular words will get her there faster too. “Do you want me to f*ck you with my fingers?”

She bites her lip and nods, her gaze never leaving mine.

I remove my right hand from her perfect ass and streak my fingers across her *, then slide my index finger deep inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. And hot. All that velvety skin clasps around my finger like it doesn’t want to let go as I start to move. Her eyelids waver when she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Keep watching me,” I practically growl against her and her eyes go wider. My gaze is locked with hers as I start to lick her, swirling my tongue around her clit, drawing it back into my mouth to give it a gentle suck. Her hips shift and I add another finger, shallowly pumping, curling them inside her so I hit that particular spot that drives a woman wild.

“Oh my God,” she gasps when I hit my mark. So I rub it once more, lingering over the spot, satisfaction rushing through me when she thrusts her hips, practically grinding her * against my mouth. “Right there, right there, right there,” she chants mindlessly and I give it to her right there, right where she wants it, sucking her clit, fingering her *, until she literally screams my name and falls apart.

As in, she falls completely apart. Her entire body shakes with the force of her orgasm, her inner walls grip my fingers in an orgasmic rhythm and her clit throbs beneath my tongue.

Yep. Mission orgasm completion accomplished.

Oh. My. God.

I can’t even.

Oh.

My.

God.

Seriously, did that just happen? Did Shep really just make me come? And did I really just scream his name? I’ve never screamed anyone’s name before. Ever. I don’t scream. I also don’t have orgasms, at least with a guy. Even when I give myself one, it’s never like—that.