Fair Game (The Rules #1)(93)

“Shep…” Her voice drifts. She sounds tortured.

I f*cking love it.

“You’re still watching?” I glance up to catch her nodding, her eyes open and locked on the mirror. “Good. Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. Tell me what you see.”

“I see…me.”

I pull her panties off, past her hips, her ass, her thighs, over her knees, down her calves, until they’re off, and she’s completely naked in front of me. Pale and pretty and smooth and wet. “What do you look like? Describe yourself.”

She hesitates. I feel it in her body language, the way she stiffens the slightest bit. She doesn’t want to play this game. “You know what I look like,” she says self-consciously.

“I do. And I love what I see.” I press a kiss to the back of her thigh, to the very spot where that little constellation of freckles dusts her skin, and she jolts beneath my lips. “But tell me what you see.”

“Um, okay.” She takes a deep breath. “My hair is a mess.”

“It’s sexy,” I correct, dropping tiny kisses along her other thigh.

“My cheeks are flushed.”

“They’re always flushed when I’m touching you.” I kiss the very underside of her left ass cheek. “I think that means you like it,” I murmur against her skin.

“I—I do like it,” she admits. “My eyes…they look a little dazed.”

“Hmm.” I’m raining kisses on her cheek now. The skin is firm yet soft. I bet no one has ever kissed her here. This territory is all mine—unchartered Jade territory that I’m about to conquer. I feel like scrawling my name across her ass and claiming it as mine.

Property of Shep Prescott. Hands off.

“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” I ask as I run my hands along her outer thighs. I glance up at her to catch her nodding, like she can’t even speak. “Spread your legs baby.”

“Oh, God.” She does as I command, her feet spreading apart, revealing her pretty pink * to me and I reach up, lightly drift my index finger along her center to discover she’s dripping wet. She whimpers at my touch.

“Tell me something else,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“What do you want me to do next?” I touch her again, another teasing press of my fingers to her *. She’s so soft and wet. I want to put my mouth on her. Suck her. Bite her. Lick her. Fuck her with my tongue. Fuck her with my fingers.

But I need to hear what she wants first.

“Put—put your mouth on me,” she says and I smile. She’s so easy. I know this is her favorite thing. I can get at least two orgasms a night out of her with my mouth alone.

“Like this?” I hold her hips and lean in, pressing my lips to the very back of her * in an almost chaste kiss. “Or like this?” I tilt my head, open my mouth and try my f*cking best to consume her in the most obscene way possible.

Her legs shake around me, a whispery, “Like that, like that,” falling from her lips just before she moans.

I continue consuming her, licking and sucking her everywhere, pushing two fingers deep inside her. She’s babbling nonsense, her hands are gripping the edge of my dresser like she might fall if she let go and I’m kneeling between her legs, getting my girl off all while she watches herself.

Fucking hot.

“Your eyes are still open?” I ask once I pull away from her. I stare up at her, taking in her messy hair and flushed cheeks, bright gaze and swollen lips. Her eyes are open and she’s staring at her reflection in the mirror as if she’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.

Again, f*cking hot.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“I want you to watch as I make you come.”

“Shep…” She sounds like she’s protesting and I cut her off.

“Do it, Jade. Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself. See how pretty you are when I give you an orgasm.” I return my attention to her *, attacking her clit with gentle, swirling strokes of my tongue. I push my fingers back inside her body, slowly pulling them out before slipping them inside again, keeping up a steady rhythm that has her body working with me. God, she tastes so f*cking good. I can feel her clit swell with every swipe of my tongue and the inner walls of her * cling tight to my fingers, like she never wants to let me go.

“Come for me, baby,” I urge against her hot flesh, just before I draw her clit between my lips and give it a powerful suck. And then she is coming, chanting my name, her * quivering, her entire body shuddering. I grip her hips, hold her to me as I continue to devour her, my mouth, my tongue everywhere I can touch her and she’s holding my head, her fingers buried in my hair.

I pull away so I can glance up at her. She’s still watching herself in the mirror, her lips parted. “Tell me what you see,” I whisper.

She looks down at me, her expression full of wonder and pure, feminine satisfaction. “I see a girl who just had the best orgasm ever.”

I start to chuckle. “There’s more where that came from.”

“Prove it,” she demands as I stand up, rubbing my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes track my every movement so I lean in and drop a lingering kiss to her lips, hoping like hell she can taste herself on them.