Page 77 of Rules in Love
“Red,” I called her name, and she looked up, her smile lighting the dark New York night. She dropped her hands to her sides and ran into my arms, jumping when she reached me and wrapping her legs around my waist. My shirt lifted as she ground against me, and I could immediately feel the slick, wet heat of her pussy.
“Finn. What, now you decide not to drive? What took you so long?”
“I ask myself that every damn day, Red.” I stumbled toward her house, crashing loudly into two trash cans waiting for collection on the curb then stepping on one of her neighbor’s cats. Scarlett’s reprimand quickly silenced its ear-piercing cry. “Oh, fuck off, Jerry.”
Taking two steps at a time, I raced up her stoop, burst through her unlocked door and kicked it shut behind me. “I want to kiss every inch of you, Red, and I want to take all night to do it.”
“Finn, a quickie, remember?”
“Shit, right, right. Let’s just fuck, then.” I threw her down and would like to say she bounced onto the plush bed, but no. We’d only made it halfway up her staircase, and it was more of a crash and thud than a bounce. She laughed beneath me as I slipped her robe off her shoulders and discovered that frilly nightie she wore in Tarrytown. The one that barely covered her ass and perfectly highlighted the cherry plumpness of her nipples. I mouthed them through the silk, and as she moaned, I slipped my hand between her legs and trailed my fingers through her wetness. “I’m so happy to see this silly little thing again. God, how I have dreamed of fucking you in this.”
“Me too. I need it now!”
The timber creaked and groaned beneath us as I lowered my body over hers and captured her mouth. Her lips parted instantly, and she welcomed my tongue with a flick of her own before groaning and biting my lip. A sharp sting and metallic taste had me rearing back and sucking my bloodied bottom lip between my teeth. “Oh, poor baby,” she crooned, “let me kiss it better.”
“Lucky for you, I like a bit of pain, Red.” I brought my hand down on her thigh with a stinging slap. “Givingandreceiving.” I kissed her deeply, punishing her mouth with aggressive, possessive strokes before pulling away. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said, fumbling in my pocket for the condom and placing it on the step beside us. “And you’re going to lay back and take it like a good girl. Okay, Scarlett?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Before I could respond as I wanted or died due to lack of blood to the brain, she grabbed the hem of my shirt. Sighing as she lifted it over my head, she then dragged her nails down my chest and traced the lines of my abs. “I know I say this a lot, but I will never get over how hot you are, Finn.” Her fingers continued their noble trek south, following the light dusting of hair that disappeared beneath my jeans. Relief washed over me as she palmed my cock, and the holy sound of my zipper sliding down reached my ears. Her soft hands wrapped around my length, and with her eyes on mine, Scarlett grabbed the foil packet, opened it between her teeth, and then carefully rolled it down me. “I must say, you really do have the most beautiful long, thick cock.”
“Why, thank you. May I use it to plunder you?”
“Yes. Yes, you may.”
I gave her a nod and my cheekiest smile, then gripped her ankles, slid her ass lower and spread her open. After one last kiss, I took a deep breath and lined up at her entrance. The sound the raw slap our bodies made as I drove into her warmth pierced my soul.
“You’re so damn wet. So wet and sweet and tight. If I weren’t buried inside you right now, I’d lick you clean.” She was shaking, her pussy clenching around me. “Would you like that, Scarlett? Would you like me to eat you out?”
“Yes. I would. But I need you to fuck me hard first.”
Another brutal thrust slid her body farther up the stairs. I chased her, gripping the balustrade beside me for extra purchase. The thud of my knuckles against the solid wood made Scarlett flinch, so I caught her eyes, gave her a kiss for reassurance, then slipped my other hand to the small of her back.
Wedged between my body and my palm, she was fully mine at that moment, and I moved and molded her to suit. Lifting her hips in sync with my thrusts. Licking and sucking her nipples. Kissing the swell of her stomach. Her skin smelled amazing, like a springtime garden blooming just for me, and she was my rose. My sweet pea. My cherry blossom.
Something shifted inside me as I breathed her in. Something unlocked. She sensed it too, and we calmed, our kissing slowing but intensifying. All thoughts of that quickie vanished as we became lost in each other’s eyes. It was like the initial fury had passed, and we found a deeper, more intimate connection. I still fucked her hard like she’d asked, but slower, my rhythm falling in line with the ticking of the clock in the hall.
This is making love. I’m in love.
I sealed my mouth over hers and captured her cries. I swallowed them down along with the three words I wasn’t yet ready to say. I felt them flow through me, each one reverberating through every cell in my body. Our lips stayed connected, and as I began to throb inside her, the urgency returned. I released the balustrade, dug my fingers into the fat of her hips and gave her everything I had, driving her hard into the stairs as I began to lose control.
“Yes, Yes. Finn. I… I…. ” She came first, her legs trembling, her eyes closing as she called my name and coated my cock in her sweet release.
God she’s beautiful.
“I love…I love watching your sweet face come, baby.” Seconds later, I was coming inside her with such force I feared my heart would never recover.
Still deep inside her and never wanting to leave, I laid my head between her breasts and listened to the pounding of her heart beneath me. We were still. Our rapidly rising and falling chests were the only movement between us. When capable of any logical thought—apart from how soon I could do it all again—I looked up at her face. She was aglow, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks flushed, trailed with tears.
“Red, why are you crying? Was I too rough? My God, did I hurt you? Is it your back from the stairs?”
“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just. Finn, I had no idea it could be like this, that I could feel so good and bad and naughty and right all within the same heartbeat. You make me feel everything. I…just—”
“I know.” I swallowed her words with a kiss. I didn’t need to hear what I was feeling, breathing, or living.
After carrying Scarlett to bed, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, carefully avoiding the still tender bruise. “I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to ask this and sound like a prick, but I have to. What should we do—”
“What are we going to do about work? Hmm, I was about to ask you too.”
