Page 90 of The Rule Breaker
I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness in my voice. “No, I’m… a little tired. I’m gonna crash.”
“Alright, goodnight,” he replies before heading back downstairs.
The second we’re in the clear, Isabella arches a brow. “You suck at sneaking me in. Next time, I’m picking the place.”
I smirk, cocking a brow. “So, there’s gonna be a next time?”
She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches, and I know I’ve got her.
I chuckle against her lips as I push her down onto my bed, capturing her mouth with mine. She melts into me instantly, her fingers slipping under my shirt. My entire body tightens at the sensation, the warmth of her touch, the way she moves beneath me.
I shift, pressing into her just enough for her to feel what she’s doing to me, and she exhales a soft sound that sends a sharp bolt of heat through my veins.
Her hands curl into my shirt, fisting the fabric. I reach for her denim shorts and pop the button. She kicks them off, along with her shoes.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her fingers tugging at my belt.
I groan when her knuckles brush over the bulge straining my sweatpants. I help her out, kicking them off fast, my boxers going with them, and my cock springs free—thick, already leaking, aching for her.
She stares for a second, her lips parted, and I swear her breath stutters.
“You sure you’re ready for all this?” I murmur, voice low as I stroke myself, watching her throat moving as she swallows.
Her hand flattens against my chest, pushing me back onto the bed, and a second later she’s on me, straddling my thighs.
I can’t help but grin, my hands sliding up her smooth legs, dragging her even closer. “You look good up there, Bels.”
My chuckle dies in my throat when she moves above me, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous grind that has me instantly hard.
Fuck.
My fingers dig into her waist, pulling her down against me, making sure she feels every inch of my hard cock against the seam of her panties. “Ah fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back.
She moves again. Grinding slowly against my hardening cock, which sends a sharp jolt of heat straight through me.
I groan, already impatient. I want to take my time, to tease her, to pull those breathless little gasps from her lips—but then she moves against me again, her body pressing flush to mine, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I need her out of these clothes. Now.
Her hands slide up under my shirt. I sit up, let her yank it off, toss it wherever, and I reach behind her, fingers finding the clasp of that tiny black bra. One flick—gone, and I groan out loud the second I see her bare. Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Perfect handfuls, nipples hard and flushed, begging for mouth.
I capture her mouth in another kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, while I rub her taut, perky nipples with my thumb.
She pulls back just slightly, breathless, but arches her brow. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
A smirk breaks out onto my face. She wants to play? Let’s fucking play.
I lean in to brush my lips against hers. “Trust me,” I murmur. “You’ll be begging for more in a minute.”
She doesn’t have time to react before I grip her waist, flipping us so she’s underneath me once again. She gasps, but it quickly melts into a laugh as her fingers curl in my shirt.
“Competitive, are we?” she teases.
I smirk, dipping my head until my lips graze the sharp line of her jaw. “Only when there’s something worth winning.”
I let my eyes drop down her body, taking in the black panties she’s wearing. I pause for a beat, looking down at her with a grin.
“I’ve always been a fan of black.”
