Page 96 of Unwritten Rules
“Tell me what you want, Tate,” Sinnett squeezes out, his minty breath fanning over my lips.
“All of you,” I whisper, getting lost in his eyes as they hold me captive. My fingers trace the curve of his jaw, needing to feel more of him. To somehow be closer than I already am.
The glow from the bedside tables cast a soft hue across his sharp features, brightening the slight stubble on his jawline andthe scar in his eyebrow. Even in dim lighting, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen. I could get lost in his eyes for hours and never be bored. I’ll never tire of tracing every line and curve of his tattoos, like I have done many times already when we’ve been lying in bed, embracing the moment where it’s just the two of us.
“You already have all of me, Tate,” Sinnett murmurs, his grip on my waist tightening. “Every last breath in my lungs is yours. So take it.”
Our lips meet and it’s like an explosion of fireworks has been set off in my chest. My hands thread through his hair as his hands roam over my body. Lips moving in sync, we explore each other’s body, taking what we need and searching for what we don’t have. A moan sounds in the back of my throat as Sinnett dips his hand beneath my panties and finds my soaked core.
My back arches when he presses into me, and all I can say is I’m grateful Khai isn’t home right now, because he would hear every moan that Sinnett effortlessly pulls from me. His skilful fingers pump in and out of me, and I’m helpless to do anything but kiss him back with just as much fervour, and try not to come too soon.
Needing more, I slide my hands to his shoulders and shove at him until he’s on his back. Dark ocean eyes track my movement as I crawl up the length of his body and straddle his waist with my bare thighs. His hands clamp down my thighs at the same time my hands find his chest, leaning forward with a smirk.
“What are you doing, Tate?”
“Taking all of you,” I answer, voice even. Keeping my eyes locked on him, I reach down to where his cock strains against the material of his shorts, begging to be freed. I palm the bulge, relishing in the wide-eyed reaction from the man below me.
Sinnett groans and sits up, chest brushing against mine. He reaches for the hem of his hoodie and rips it over his head,leaving him bare and at my disposal. My eyes trail over the ridges of his muscles and the smooth skin only I get the pleasure of exploring.
“Can I colour in your tattoos?”
Sinnett bites back a smile. “Is that what you want?”
I nod, smiling.
“Then of course you can,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sure Khai has some coloured markers lying around in his pigsty of a room.”
I grin and trail my fingers down the side of his torso, watching as goosebumps follow in their wake. Sinnett’s eyes burn into mine as I tease the waistband of his shorts. I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I reach beneath the material and grip his cock. Within seconds, it’s standing hot and thick between us with my hand wrapped around the base.
“Take the lead,” Sinnett squeezes out. “I’m at your mercy, strawberry.”
“I like the sound of that,” I muse with a smile.
“But at no point does the jersey come off,” he warns, voice low.
I grin. “Yes, Sin.”
Sinnett groans in response, hands finding my thighs as I pump my hand up and down his length, eyes never straying from his. My core is on fire and my panties are soaked through, but it doesn’t deter me from pleasuring Sinnett, hanging on every moan and grunt of my name.
When I can’t take it any longer, I push onto my knees and guide the head of his cock to my entrance. My heart slams into my throat as I take all of him—slow and with a patience I’m barely holding on to. We share a hiss at the connection, and I breathe through the intrusion of his size. I don’t think I’ll ever get use to how big he is, but I’m not complaining. Not when he’s looking at me the way he is—like he could devour me.
“Move, Tate,” Sinnett grunts, hands reaching for my hips.
Managing a nod, I find leverage on his chest and rock my hips forward. My head tips back as heat simmers beneath my skin and pleasure floods my veins. Sinnett uses his hold on my hips to guide me up and down, setting a pace that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my heart thundering in my chest.
“That’s it,” Sinnett squeezes out, voice tight like the muscles in his biceps as he guides me down his shaft. “Fuckyou look so good in my jersey. Wearingmynumber. Crying outmyname.”
As if to prove his point, his name tumbles from my lips in a breathy moan, and he grins, the sight melting my already liquid insides.
Sinnett’s jaw clenches as he slams his hips up to meet mine. “I want to hear you. It’s just me and you, baby. Cry for me.”
My vision blurs at the edges, and the breath is knocked from my lungs. Taking him at this angle has him filling every inch of me. It feels like too much but not enough at the same time.
“Sin,” I moan breathlessly, struggling to find a word in the English language to say, and coming up short.
“Ride my cock, Tate,” Sinnett demands. His right hand comes up to fist the bottom of the jersey, balling the material in his hand. He uses it as leverage to keep my pace from faltering. “You wanted all of me, sotake it.”
Doing as I’m told, I use his chest as support and rock my hips forward. A light sheen of sweat has broken out across my skin, but I don’t let it deter me. Sinnett slams his hips upward to meet my thrusts, and we fall into a flurry of breathless moans and fondling hands.
