Page 95 of Breaking Rules
“Just tell him you love him already,” Austin shouted.
Elvira and Reagan giggled.
My knees were trembling. “Train Everly, you’re the only boy I want, and I do love you.”
Our group of friends hooted and whistled.
Train stalked up, but before he could get to me, Mom gave me a hug.
“Honey, that was a wonderful speech.” She eased back. “Thank you. I love you.”
“Iamsorry for all those times I got into trouble,” I said.
Mom patted the area underneath her eyes. Then she flicked her head at Train, who was waiting at my side. “Go. You have my permission to spend the night with him.”
An hour later, after our good-byes to his mom, my mom, and our friends, Train and I were parading through the dimly lit beach house and into his bedroom, where he closed the door. I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed as he flipped on a light that sat on his dresser. He shucked his shirt before he turned on some music.
I swore that if Skylar Grey weren’t belting out one of her songs, Train would have been able to hear my heart pitter-pattering against my ribs.
He pulled me to stand, then we started slow dancing to the music. It was the same song we’d danced to the night we had sex for the first time. The song might have been the same, but the look in Train’s eyes was far from the same—soft, not desperate or scared, and full of love rather than lust.
He let go of me to unfasten the pins that held up my blond locks. My hair tumbled down. His chest rose as his gaze skated over me, while mine did a whirly loop around his upper torso then down to the strip of hair that disappeared into his tuxedo pants.
He gave me a sexy grin. “I thought my heart stopped the day you walked into computer class, but I was wrong.” His eyes became hooded. “I love every inch of you, inside and out. “And I want to show you.” Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue begging for access.
I opened without protest. When our tongues met, my heart opened up so wide that tears pricked my eyes. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. He moaned as he peppered kisses along my jawline then down my neck. I dipped my fingers into his soft locks as his lips wandered leisurely all over my face and neck.
I arched into him, dragging my nails up and down his back, feeling his taut muscles and soft skin. His arms went around to my back, where he unzipped my dress. I unbuckled his belt as my dress lithely fell to my feet. The cool air made me shiver but didn’t stop me from undressing him. When he was completely naked, his penis standing at attention, I slid down his tall body until my mouth was face-to-face with his erection. Then I glanced up at him as his chest heaved. His eyes were hooded as he bit down on his lip.
I slowly licked the head. He flinched, grabbing hold of my hair. Then I lost all control as I grabbed ahold of his shaft, hard and silky, and closed my mouth around his erection.
He groaned loudly, causing my nipples to harden and the butterflies in my stomach to take flight. I loved hearing him moan and breathe heavily each time I licked then sucked. So I upped my pace and stroked the velvety skin along his shaft.
When I took a breath, he pulled me to my feet. “My turn.” Then he slowly removed my thong, which was the only piece of clothing I was wearing since I hadn’t worn a bra underneath my dress.
I shimmied out of the barely there fabric and stood before him, completely naked with my hair spilling down to cover my breasts. But he wasn’t ready for nipple action. Instead, he teased and played with my clit with the tips of his fingers until he knelt in front of me and replaced his magical hand with his equally magical tongue. I gripped his head, mainly so I wouldn’t collapse or fall backward. The faster he circled my clit, the faster the raging storm inside me swirled in delight. Stars floated in front of me. I spewed little noises, my breathing growing shallow. I opened my stance wider to give him better access. When I did, he slipped two fingers inside me. The combination of his tongue and fingers sent me over the edge. I screamed his name as my body shook.
Before I had a chance to register anything, I was on my back on the bed, and he was pumping inside me. He sucked on my nipples, one then the other, and with each thrust, I became dizzier and dizzier.
“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he said in a husky voice. “How does it feel with me inside you?”
“Amazing,” I answered in a voice that sounded foreign to me.
Suddenly, he pulled out. “Roll over,” he commanded. The firmness in his voice sent a wave of pleasure down to settle in between my legs.
I obeyed. Then, with his help, I was on all fours, a position that was new for us. He pushed inside me. He reached around me to pinch my nipple as he shaped my hip with his other hand. The sensations and feelings were too much, yet not enough.
“Harder,” I said as I did something I’d never done before with a guy—I began to play with myself while Train moved in and out, his breathing getting heavier by the second.
I let out soft moans as I pleasured myself while he pleasured us both. I had almost reached a state of orgasm when, once again, I was on my back.
Sweat slid down Train’s forehead. “I have to have those long, beautiful legs around me.”
When I granted his wish, he thrust into me. As we got into a rhythm, his gaze locked on mine. “God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was strangled as though he was trying to hold back.
I slipped my hand between us and worked myself until we both reached that jumping-off-the-cliff feeling of flying into nothingness. When I arched into him, he grunted my name then stilled.
I giggled then kissed him profusely as though I couldn’t get enough of him.
