Page 44 of Riot Rules
He lets out a pained burst of laughter, shaking his head. “Fuck, Carrie.” He rolls his hips for the first time since he thrust himself inside me, though much gentler this time, and I gasp at the way my body rises up to meet him. I’m so fucking full of him. I had no idea it would be like this. My mind would never have conjured a sensation this bittersweet on its own. “What doyouthink?” he whispers into my neck. “You can feel it right? How hard I am? Of course I fucking want you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life. I wanna corrupt you so fucking bad, it hurts. It’s taking every ounce of strength I possess not to rail the living shit out of you. I want you breathless, shaking, and painted in my come.”
My blood turns to liquid napalm, roaring in my veins. This is what it feels like to want. This is what it feels like to burn. “Then do it. God,please.”
He sinks on top of me, growling, resting his forehead against my temple as he roughly palms my breast. I arch away from the bed, curving myself into him, cautiously rocking my hips against him, surprised when the pain fades a little with the motion. Dash pulls in a sharp breath, his back tensing again. “For the love of all things holy, stay fucking still,” he growls.
“But…”
“Move, and I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll fuck you senseless and I won’t be gentle. I’ll fucking hate myself for it.”
I search for his mouth. Find it. He answers my kiss, his breath coming in fast as his tongue sweeps and tangles with mine. A question and an answer. The kiss feeds my soul and brings me to life. How did I not know I was sleeping until now? All of this time, I’ve been living my life in dull, fuzzy black and white, when it could have beenthis: blazing technicolor, crystal clear, brought into the sharpest focus, and all it would have taken was a kiss.Hiskiss.
Dash rocks against me, daring to go a little deeper, a sense of urgency taking over him, but he’s still holding back, I can tell. I don’t want him on a leash. I want him free and uncontained, and I’ll do anything to get my way.
The piercing sting has transformed into a dull throb now, no longer a bright pinch of pain. It’s manageable, even a little warming inside me. Nothing I can’t handle. For the second time, I tighten my legs around Dash’s waist and I pull him to me.
“Fuck.Carina!” He bares his teeth, growling like one of the wolves we saw flitting like shadows through the boundary of the forest, and I can’t take any more. I want him raw. I want him wild. I don’t want some half measure of him. I want all of him, even if it does mean pain.
I brace myself against him and prepare for what I’m about to ask of him. Not out loud, with words. Words won’t be good enough. He won’t give me what I want if I ask that way. I need to ask with my body, to show him that I can take whatever he’s capable of handing out. I kiss him deep, reveling in the warmth and the weight of him on top of me. How many times have I watched him run? Seen him surge forward, his legs strong, his arms pumping, his body a perfectly designed machine, powering him forward? He’s all packed, lean muscle, broad and strong, and I can’t get enough of him as I hold onto him, rolling and writhing against him.
“Carrie.” Again, the warning. I’m done with warnings. I’m done with rules. I’m done with being told what’s good and what’s bad for me. I’m capable of knowing my own mind…knowing what I want…and I want this.
“Stop saving me.” I said this to him yesterday in the library. It was a plea then, but now it’s a command. Dash must hear the finality in my tone, because he looks down at me wearing a querying, searching expression that steals my breath. And then he smiles a heart-stoppingly savage smile.
“Alright. You asked for it, love.”
He let’s go. Anything gentle or cautious about him vanishes. He becomes a force of nature. A storm within a storm. With firm, rough hands, he crushes me to him. He holds me down. He restrains me with his own body, and his mouth, and his cock, as he slams himself into me again and again.
This is better than gentle. This is the truth.Thisis how Dashiell Lovett fucks. “Carina. Carina. Fucking hell, Carrie. Fuck.” He chants my name like it’s both prayerandcurse. “You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re incredible. You’remine.”
I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged to anyone before. My mother couldn’t protect me. My father didn’t even want to know me. Kevin and Jason wanted me to own me, but I wouldn’t let them have me. Alderman made a point of giving me back to myself. But when Dash whispers those words, reverent and possessive, I hand myself over willingly.
Soon, he’s tensing all over again, shaking as he grinds against me. “Jesus Christ, Carrie. Fuck. Oh my god.” He pulls out, stroking his hand up and down the length of his cock, and I watch, fascinated, as he tumbles over the edge. Hot jets of come erupt out of him, spilling on my stomach and between my thighs. He throws his head back, exposing his throat like he’s laying himself bare in front of me…and it’s the hottest, most maddeningly sexy thing I have ever witnessed in all my life.
“Holy shit, Dash.”
He pants, falling sideways, his eyes shuttering closed, but only for a second. He’s up and kneeling between my legs again in a heartbeat.
“What are you doing?” I try to draw my legs closed, but he won’t let me. Snatching up the boxers he ripped off his body earlier, he carefully wipes his come from my body. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be mortified by this, or if the hot want that pulses through my body as he cleans me is normal.
His eyes find mine, and I register the dark, dangerous edge in them. “Oh, we’re not done, love,” he purrs. “Not by a long shot. It’s normal that you didn’t come your first time. You will, though. I’m gonna fucking make sure of it. I’m gonna show you how. I’ll train you, sweetheart. For tonight, I’ll settle for you coming on my tongue.”
He sinks down, and the sudden wet heat between my legs makes me yelp. I’ve planned how this was going to go in my head. The moment my future lover suggested going down on me, I was going to politely decline and tell him that it wasn’t necessary because I ‘wasn’t into that.’That was the plan. But Dashiell didn’t ask, and the moment he begins to stroke at my clit with the tip of his tongue, I realize that I am very much into it. Very into it indeed.
“Holy—oh my g—fu—DASH!”
I’ve masturbated plenty. I’ve criedhisname out loud while I’ve done it, too, but it’s never felt like this. It’s never felt like the world is ending and being rebuilt at the same fucking time. He licks and flicks at my clit, growling like he’s losing his mind, and I lose mine right along with him.
“Christ, Carrie. You taste so fucking good.” He bites the inside of my thigh, hard, and I gasp. He doesn’t stop, though. He bites again, and then again on the other thigh, and I rock against him, burying my hands in his hair, angling myself up to meet him, so desperate for the pressure of his tongue again.
“Oh, that’s fucking beautiful,” he grinds out. “Needy little Carrie. You like it when I eat your pussy?”
“Yes. Yes! God!”
“Show it to me, then. Open your legs for me. Spread yourself wide.”
Holy fuckingshit. I’m going to die of embarrassment later, but for now the shame doesn’t come close to canceling out my want. I open my legs for him, showing him what he wants, and he hums with satisfaction. “Just in case you still don’t know what’s going on between your legs,” Dash says, his voice rough as sandpaper, “you’re wet as hell and your cunt is the most beautiful shade of pink I’ve ever fucking seen.” He falls on me again, alternating between his fingers and his tongue, licking and exploring every inch of me. I’m so out of control that I rock against his face, asking for more, more,more, and he fucking gives it to me. When I come, I try to roll away from him, trying to save him from the wetness spreading between my legs, but he grabs me and pins me savagely to the mattress by my hips.
“I don’t think so, love. That’s mine. I fucking earned it.”
