Page 57 of Four Simple Rules
“You are kind of predictable,” he muses, sweeping his thumbs over my cheeks. “But that’s what I like about you.”
“Is that the only thing?” I quip, melting in his touch.
“Nah, Tulip. I like a lot more than just your predictability.”
“Enlighten me,” I say with a grin.
“Enlighten me,” he huffs, playfully mocking me. “Your beauty matches no one.” My cheeks heat, and my breath hitches when he presses into me, letting me feel the excitement stiffening the front of his jeans. “You’re so smart and talented. Your laugh is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. It sends my heart into a frenzy. I’ve always loved you, Tulip.” The last part comes in a breathy whisper, blowing across my cheek.
I shiver, leaning my neck to the side when his lips ghost over my flesh. Goosebumps erupt everywhere. “You love me?”
His lips whisper over my skin, forming a smile. “Always have. I was just an idiot and didn’t know how to show it. I thought I had lost you so long ago. And I did. I deserved to lose you. You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you. I was an asshole…”
“Majorly,” I murmur, running my fingers through his shaggy blond locks, gently pulling them at the roots. “You broke my heart, Jesse. How can I trust you not to break it again?”
“I’ll prove to you every day what a mistake I made. I’ll forever earn that trust back—day by day. Even if you move across the states, I want FaceTime calls and morning messages. I want pictures of your fingers playing with your cunt.” His fingers toy with the button of my jeans, popping it open.
“Fuck,” I gasp when his hand dives into my panties, swirling right over my clit.
“I love that word on your tongue. It’s almost as hot as when you chant my name and cum on my cock. Fuck, Tulip. You’re so wet for me.” He groans, slowly working his fingers into my pussy. “You’re so tight. Are you ready for me to bend you over this table and fuck you senseless?” Frantically, he thrusts his tongue in my mouth, stealing my reply.
“Yes, Jesse,” I moan, feeling the familiar heat billowing in my abdomen, bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm. “Fuck,” I squeak again, throwing my head back as I cum on his fingers, squeezing them tight.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, kissing the edge of my lips. “Now be my good girl and strip your clothes off.” Licking his lips, he takes his fingers from my pussy and out of my pants. With fascination glowing in his eyes, he holds his slick fingers in the moonlight dripping from the tall windows of the art room. “Mmmm,” he hums, running his thick tongue over his fingers. “You always taste so delicious.”
I shiver, watching his every move with fascination. I’ve never had a man so devoted to how I tasted and took the time to please me before pleasing himself.
“Your clothes, Tulip. I want them off. I want you to spread out on that table where you used to eat lunch,” he says, pointing at the table where I spent every lunch hour devouring homemade sandwiches. “I want to see your pussy,” he breathes when my fingers work the hem of my shirt, and I throw it over my head.
“Like this?” I whisper, unclasping my bra and letting it slide down my arms.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, reaching forward to pinch my nipples between his fingers. “Just like that.” I groan when he takes my nipple between his teeth, gently pulling and sucking on it. “Now your pants, Tulip. Get on that table so I can devour you.”
His gaze eats away at me as I wiggle my pants and panties down my leg, kicking them to the side. Moonlight shines down on my bare flesh when I work my way over to the table and gently climb on top of it. The cool wood sends goosebumps over my flesh as I lay back, staring up at the darkened ceiling with my feet flat on the table and my legs bent.
“Spread your legs, Tulip,” he rasps from the end of the table. When I lift my head, I’m greeted by the sight of him stroking his bare cock as he stands nude, staring straight at my pussy. “More,” he groans, touching my knee and gently pulling my legs apart. “Fuck.” The table squeaks when Jesse joins me, crawling toward my cunt like a starved man. I swear a blackness takes over his pupils, possessed with the need to lick me clean.
A moan bursts from my parted lips when his tongue dives deep into my pussy. “Jesse,” I wheeze, grabbing his hair. “Jesse, please!” He continues his assault, sliding his tongue in and out of me and working toward my aching clit. Over and over again, he licks and sucks, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. “Fuck! Jesse! Please, fuck me,” I gasp, gripping his hair tightly.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, crawling up my body until his dick slowly enters me without hesitation. “You’re so snug. So perfect,” he mumbles, kissing my cheeks as he thrusts, jolting my body. “This will be quick,” he says in a pained voice, pounding into me. My back scrapes against the wood, almost painfully aiding my next orgasm. I squeeze his dick so hard that he groans, releasing himself inside me.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers against my lips, softly kissing me. “And I think I’m in love with you,” he gasps, burying his face in my neck.
My heart pounds wildly against my ribs. We don’t move. The entire room saturates in deadly silence. Oh, how the roles have reversed. We were in this position ten years before when I uttered those fateful words and received the cold shoulder. I can’t pretend it would be nice to give him a taste of his own medicine. But I won’t.
My heart only pounds for him. My soul reaches for him.
Every molecule making up my body was made for him.
“I love you, too,” I breathe, running my fingernails up and down his back, leaving my mark. I stiffen when voices sound down the dark hall and flashlights flutter over the darkened walls. “Jesse, I think someone is here,” I hiss, smacking his back.
He chuckles, tilting his head. “Sounds like we’ve been made. Should we get out of here?”
“Yes,” I hiss, frantically trying to force him off me while he laughs.
“Live dangerously, Tulip,” he says, kissing me one last time.
We quickly jump off the table, grab our clothes, and dress as fast as possible. Jesse takes my hand with a soft chuckle and leads me down the dark hallway. Adrenaline soars through my veins the more we run, barely escaping the voices chasing after us. Two police officers with flashlights scan the hall, never beaming their light on us as we make it out a side door, making a run for Jesse’s truck.
