In the Dark (The Rules #2)(71)

Fuck. I’m going to come and fast if she keeps this pace up. She’s going at me, slow and steady, increasing her speed with every pass. I lift my hips, practically shout with happiness when she reaches for my balls and fondles them. No one messes with them, not really, and when the rare ones have in the past, they treat them like delicate little flowers.

I don’t mind manhandling. Hell, that’s why they call it manhandling—because we invented that shit. So Lucy can mess with my balls all she wants. I love when she touches any part of my body. I don’t want her to be shy.

I want her bold. I want her curious. I want her tempted so badly she can’t help but touch me in every way possible.

She squeezes and explores. Strokes and caresses, teasing the spot just beyond my sack that has me tense up. When her hand drops from my balls I immediately say, “Don’t,” in protest.

She rears back, looking at me with those wide eyes and glistening lips. Fuck me, she’s going to be my complete undoing someday, I just know it. Maybe it’s happening right now and I don’t even realize. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t f*cking stop,” I whisper, my voice raw just as she draws my dick into her mouth as far she can. I swear I bump the back of her throat and she makes this slight gagging sound. Last thing I want to do, though holy shit, all that wet, hot warmth wrapped tight around my dick feels f*cking unreal. “Relax your throat muscles, babe. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that…”

Lucy does as I ask, looking so beautiful wearing only that bra and nothing else, her hair cascading past her shoulders in decadent waves. Her skin has that rosy flush it gets when she’s aroused and her nipples poke against the lace of her bra. Her breasts are pressed snug together because of the bra, offering up some amazing cleavage. Cleavage I want to touch and kiss…

“I want to come on your tits,” I declare, sounding like a rude * but I can’t help myself. Being around Lucy, I want to both treat her like a proper woman yet enlist her help in fulfilling all of my filthy fantasies. And she’s always a willing partner, which truly, scares the hell out of me.

Knowing that she’s willing to give me whatever I want, will do whatever I ask, is heady f*cking stuff. That we’re so damn compatible and the chemistry between us has always been off the charts only makes everything that much better.

It’s all good between me and Luce. All f*cking good. I can’t help but wonder if it’s almost too f*cking good…

She pulls my cock out of her mouth and it’s shiny from her saliva.

Fuuuck.

I close my eyes tightly, count to f*cking twenty and then pop them open again. “Pull me out of your mouth, Luce.”

She does as I request, her fingers around the base of my cock, licking at the tip once. Twice.

“That’s it, put on your show,” I encourage, the familiar tingling at my spine already starting as I watch her lick and suck on my cock like it’s her favorite ice cream and it’s the hottest day of the summer. Her tongue maps the veins that line my shaft, her fingers tight around the base as she starts to slide them up and down and I lean my head back and close my eyes, fighting off the beginnings of my orgasm.

But it’s no use. It’s barreling down on me like it has nowhere else to go. I groan her name, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head when she starts jacking me harder. Faster. She leans in close, licking the tiny hole in the tip, sticking her tongue there, playing with it and then damn.

I’m coming.

She leans away as my semen shoots out, landing on her chest, dripping down her skin and the lacy bra. I moan again and again as each shudder hits me, my stomach feels like it’s cramping when the very last drop has been rung from me, my entire body feeling like it could turn to liquid at any given moment.

My girl knows how to give a most excellent blowjob, I must admit.

Looking down at her chest, she runs her index finger through the come streaking her chest and brings her finger to her mouth, sucking it dry. Just like that my cock twitches, like it has a life of its own and I f*cking can’t believe it.

I’ll f*ck her right now if she’ll let me. I’d f*ck her for the rest of her life if she said yes.

Insane, outrageous thought, but true nonetheless. She has me. In the palm of her hands, she has me, holding me tight, nearly choking me with it but I want the pain. If it means I get to keep Lucy all to myself and make her mine, then hell yes, I will revel in that little bit of pain knowing that she’s mine forever and always.

I scrub a hand over my face before I reach out to take her hand so the both of us can stand. Swear to God, the more time I spend with her, I want to give her the moon and stars and everything in between.

“So. Did that meet your needs?” she asks sweetly, her voice seeming to fill my veins so that I’m freaking living and breathing her in my very body.

“Fucking amazing,” is all I can seem to say before I haul her in close and kiss her on the lips. Hard. I’m claiming her mouth, and if she’ll have me I’m claiming her soul too. This girl...she’s mine. She is it for me.

And she doesn’t even f*cking know it yet.

I pin her beneath me in the middle of the bed, my hips holding her in place as I reach for her hands. Hauling them above her head, I link our fingers together, savoring the sensation of her hands clutched so tight in mine. She arches her back, looking so f*cking beautiful like this that I have to lift away from her just so I can drink her in. All that bare, naked skin on display just for me, with the exception of her…