Fair Game (The Rules #1)(78)

“Please,” I whisper, my voice strangled and high pitched. “Please f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cked 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 f*cking 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.

We have a system and it works. I never minded divvying up the duties before. We trade off monitoring every Thursday through Saturday night. Sometimes one of us has to pull double duty, when we used to stay open on Sunday night too. I’m thinking with the new semester, I’d rather close on Sundays permanently. I might be busy and not want to deal. You know, because I’ll be a senior. And I’ll be hanging with Jade.

You are running waaaay ahead of yourself *.

I lean my shoulder against the wall, wishing Gabe and I could hide out—or I could leave. Honestly, I’m resentful. I’d rather be anywhere but here. It’s slow tonight, the tables aren’t even close to being full and Gabe is with me. Why do we both have to be here?

“You finally f*cked her, didn’t you.” Gabe says it as a statement, not a question and I turn to look at him, ready to throw down those, you better not talk about her like that words. Though really he didn’t say anything rude.

So I keep my mouth shut.

“I did,” I say quietly, my gaze meeting his. I really don’t want to talk about this, not here. Anyone passing by could hear us and I don’t want Gabe giving me a bunch of crap.