Page 18 of Breaking the Rules
Like her showing up here tonight? Total surprise.
I’ve asked her out six times this past year. Every time, she’s turned me down. It’s like my being a professional hockey player doesn’t even faze her. I may be an unproven rookie, but still, most girls would be all over that shit. She said it’s a personal principle of hers to never date a roommate. Which, believe me, I get.
Fucking them, however? Apparently, that doesn’t violate her personal code of ethics. I’m a smart enough man not to point out this inconsistency to her, though. Because ... aforementioned fucking.
“I’m freezing. Move over,” she whispers.
I roll my eyes and make room for her on the bed. She sounds sober enough, but still, this isn’t the first time she’s shown up in my room after a night of drinking.
In the moonlight filtering through my bedroom window, her blue eyes are unreadable, just like always. Patiently, I wait for her to tell me why she’s here. And she does, just not with words. Her firm lips press to mine, and she kisses me.
“Essie?”
“Shut up,” she whispers, pressing her mouth to mine again.
Okay, so we’re doing this.I’m not one to complain, for the record.
I move her hair from off her face and kiss her back, losing myself to the sensation of her warm mouth, of the heavy weight of her soft tits pressed against my chest. It feels nice, but I’m not stupid enough to pretend this means something to her.
Still, we kiss for several minutes—the soft push and pull of her mouth, the taste of her tongue arousing me. So good.
I pull back just long enough to see her expression. “Did something happen tonight?” I have no idea what could have driven her into my bed, and into my arms.
She doesn’t respond, not that I expected her to. This is our secret, and in the light of day, no one would be the wiser, because Essex and I will barely exchange a handful of words come daylight. That’s just the way it is.
I kiss her slowly, taking my time. Savoring each press of her full mouth to mine, as though we have all the time in the world. She responds without any hesitation. Her lips part and I touch my tongue to hers, eliciting a resounding groan from somewhere deep inside her chest. I savor that response. She’s not as immune to me as she lets on, and I secretly love that.
Leaning up on my forearms, I look down at her, checking to be sure she’s still into this. Making sure we’re on the same page is important to me.
Her eyes are hazy with desire and her cheeks are flushed. Her fingers graze over the muscles in my chest, and when she lingers and pinches my nipple, I bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning.
Damn.
When she pushes her hand under the elastic in my boxers, I consider stopping her, but only for a second. Because when her warm palm connects with my thickening shaft, I groan. There’s no way in hell I’m stopping her now.
I shouldn’t want her. She’s made it clear we don’t have a future. But, inconveniently for me, she’s the only girl who makes my pulse spike and my body ache. Essie has rejected my advances so many times, and I’ve tried dating, but no one interests me like she does.
Normally, I can’t stand girls like Essex Kennedy. Smart-mouthed, too clever for her own good. Cruel. Gorgeous, and she knows it. But when the pussy’s this good, apparently I’m willing to make a few concessions. And believe me ...goodis an understatement. I’ve never had better. She’s an addiction.
Essie releases me only long enough to work her jeans and panties down her legs. I simply watch her in awed fascination.
“What are you waiting for? Do you want this or not?” Her tone is sharp.
“Yeah. Climb aboard.” I shove down my boxers and kick them off.
She moves onto my lap, while at the same time rolling her eyes at my incredibly stupid line. Then she slowly sinks down onto my rigid shaft, and I forget how to breathe. Because,damn. She’s tight and hot and incredible. Her long hair brushes my chest, and when I gaze up at her, her lips are parted.
She pauses for just a second, inhaling as she adjusts to her body’s accommodation of mine. It’s been months since we’ve done this, and while my body is eager for her, she takes her time, lowering herself slowly. I won’t rush her. She sets the pace—always.
We stopped using condoms sometime last summer. Stupid? Yeah. Incredibly so. But I told her I was clean and wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. She said the same, andvoilà. Here we are.
Essie moves her hips, lifting her ass and rocking against me. It’s maddening, and so fucking good. My entire body is drunk with pleasure. I bite my lip to keep from groaning.
“You like riding me?”
“Shut up, Preston.”
I groan. “’Cause you look good doing it.”
