Page 9 of Unwritten Rules
“Tastes sweet like a strawberry.”
If this man doesn’t stop talking, I fear I’m going to spontaneously combust on his lap becausewhat the fuck.
“Do you ever stop talking?” I repeat his earlier words, biting back a grin.
Sinnett returns my grin and drags me forward until my bare chest brushes his. “You have a smart mouth, don’t you?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when it was wrapped around your cock.”
“Jesus Christ, Tate,” he groans, rocking his hips upward, forcing his dick to slide against my core. “Maybe I do need to shut the fuck up or else I’m going to come before we’ve even started.”
“Good choice,” I murmur and drag my bottom lip between my teeth.
Sinnett grabs my hips and lifts me, allowing me enough space to grab his dick and place the head at my entrance. My skin is on fire as I lower myself on him, slowly but surely taking him inch by painful inch until I’m seated on his thighs.
It’s hard to breathe when I’m this full. My eyes find Sinnett, and he’s watching me with parted lips. His hands squeeze my waist, indicating I should move. The thought of moving with this monstrosity inside me is terrifying, but with a little bit of guidance from Sinnett, I lift my hips, dragging him along my walls before I lower onto him again.
“Tate, I’m going to need you to ride my cock, okay?” Sinnett holds my gaze, his ocean eyes intense.
All I can do is manage a nod as I dig my knees further into their holds. My hips lift on their own accord, and I quickly find a rhythm that has Sinnett groaning and throwing his head back against the seat. The curve of his jaw and the veins running down his neck make my mouth water, and I fight the urge to run my tongue over the slick skin.
“That’s it,” Sinnett grunts. His fingers dig into my skin, using my waist as a way to guide my hips up and down. “You fit me like a fucking glove.”
From this point on, I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness. Between the pressure building in my core, the ache in my thighs, and the steam fogging up the windows, I may as well be floating on a cloud, watching myself from above.
Sinnett takes one of my nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the perky skin and barbell. Somehow I manage to keep the rhythm while he devours me, but my movements grow sloppy as I rush toward the edge of the cliff, chasing the high I know will ultimately blow my mind.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell Sinnett I’m on the pill, but before I can utter a word, he grunts as he spills into me. Seconds later, I’m rendered speechless as my orgasm shakes me to my core. For a split second, I lose my vision, replaced by black spots and random shapes. Every muscle in my body spasms as I come down from the high.
I slump against Sinnett’s chest breathlessly as his arms wrap around my waist. He’s still inside of me, but it’s the last thing on my mind. All I can focus on is thinkingholy shit. That was quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had, and I was with Jayden for three years.
Is this what it feels like to have a mind-numbing orgasm? If so, I’ve been missing out.
“Are you okay?” Sinnett runs a hand over my messy hair.
I nod against his chest. “Y-yeah, I just…”
Sinnett’s body stiffens. His hands come up to grip my shoulders, pushing me back until I meet his gaze. “Shit, I just finished inside of you. I didn’t even fucking ask if you were on anything or grab the condom I keep in the glove box.”
Too exhausted to match his panicked state, I press my finger against his lips, silencing him. “Shhh. It’s okay, Sin. I’m on the pill, so you have nothing to worry about. You’re not going to have a screaming baby in your face nine months from now, so chill.”
He sighs with what I’m sure is relief before dropping his forehead against mine. “Thank God for that. I thought I was fucked for a second there. I’m normally more prepared, but for some reason I just—” He shakes his head. “It’s fine. We’re all good here.”
Because I’m tipsy and filled with endorphins that cloud my judgment, I press my lips against Sinnett’s one last time before sliding off him and crawling onto my seat. His gaze burns into my skin as I readjust my dress and catch my breath. By the time I look at him, he has tucked himself back into his pants and slipped on his discarded T-shirt.
The Audi roars to life, and Sinnett has to flick on the AC to get rid of the fog coating the windscreen. He silently clips his seat belt into place before backing the car out of the parking spot and driving toward town.
I’m at a loss for words over what just happened, so I stare out the window, replaying every second of our encounter. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. And to my surprise, I don’t regret a second of it. But that could change when the sun rises in a few hours.
I manage to squeeze out my address when we drive through the main street, and within a minute, Sinnett is parked out the front of my dark house. My gaze sweeps from the house I grew up in to the man I had my first one-night stand with. He’s watching me with curious eyes, waiting for me to speak.
“Have you ever done this before?”
He raises the brow with the scar through it. “Had car sex? Never.”
I shake my head. “I meanthis. Sleeping with strangers for one night of fun.”
“Oh,” he murmurs and runs a hand through his messy hair. “A handful of times. But you don’t strike me as someone who has.”
