Page 67 of Riot Rules
“That way, the world will always be in darkness,” I argue.
He shrugs, flicking my lip with the tip of his tongue. “Who gives a flying fuck about the rest of the world. I only care about you and me.”
His hands slide up the inside of my camisole, and my ears begin to ring. He leaves flames in his wake, heat licking at my skin where his fingers trail over my hips and up either side of my spine. He smiles, mouth open, pupils blown when I arch against his hand, my breath stuttering out of me.
“God, you really are something.” He kisses me. “I keep waiting for this to become normal. But you’re too fucking much. I feel like I can’t catch my breath around you.”
The compliment brings that heat creeping over my shoulders and up into my cheeks; he can ignite me with a touch, but I burn just as easily from his words. Winding my fingers into his hair, I tangle the softness of it around them, luxuriating in the feel of it. He groans, his eyelids slowly closing, his head rocking back. They snap open a second later, when I use my nails to lightly scratch the back of his neck.
Helikesthis. It’s one of Dash’s triggers. He growls, nuzzling into my neck, applying the perfect amount of teeth to the sensitive skin there—just enough to make me rock forward against him, gasping out loud.
His hands work their way over my ribcage, fingers tracing the underwiring of my bra, and the anticipation is almost too much. I want him so fucking bad. “You seem a little agitated,Stella,” he muses. His breath is hot against my neck. I shiver in his arms, which seems to please him even more. “Do you need me to flip you over and fuck you, love?” he whispers into my hair. “Is that what it is? Are you all wound up?”
I nod, lightly cradling his face in my hands, eating up the ravenous hunger that I can see inhiseyes. Both of us have been consumed by this thing between us. We’re both hooked on the burn, both craving touch, and taste, and each other’s panted, breathless pleas. We enable each other’s desperate addiction, and neither one of us wants it to stop.
The tension builds to suffocating levels…
…and snaps.
He withdraws one hand from underneath my shirt and grabs me roughly by the back of the neck, pulling me to him. Our lips meet, and I open to him, too needy and eager for his tongue to kiss him softly. Dash smiles against my mouth—I can feel the shape of his amusement against my lips—but he answers my need with an urgency of his own. His tongue stokes mine, his mouth possessive, owning mine. He huffs, his breath quick and frenzied, which only stokes the flames in my chest into a raging inferno. He rips his mouth from mine and stoops down, sucking my nipple into his mouth through my camisole. His mouth is hot, wetting the silken material, his tongue licking at the tight bud of flesh through the fabric. His fingers dig into the fullness of me, holding me in place while he licks and sucks. I cry out, not caring about the noise. There’s a party going on downstairs. No one’s going to hear us over the loud pulse of the music.
Dash looks up at me, eyes unwavering, and clamps my nipple between his bared teeth. Oh…ohfuck!A sharp dart of pain-edged pleasure fires between my legs, making me buck against him, and Dashiell’s eyes darken with desire. “I’m gonna have you come on my fingers first,” he promises. “And once you’ve done that, I’m gonna have you on your knees for me, love. I’m gonna fuck your mouth ’til I’m ready to bust. Are you gonna let me?”
“Yes! Fuck,yes!”
He flares his nostrils grabbing my top. I see what he’s planning on doing too late. The material’s already started to tear by the time I cry out. Half a second later, it’s gone, and so is my bra.
“Up,” he commands. “On your back.”
I do as I’m told, and he rips the black pants from my body, too. He likes to really take his time stripping me out of my clothes, but not tonight. Neither of us has the patience to drag this out any longer. He undresses angrily, jaw tight, eyes fierce, pinning me to the bed with his intense gaze.
I marvel at his naked body, excitement rising with every square inch of flesh that’s exposed. He’s fucking glorious; there’s no other way of putting it. There isn’t a pound of extra fat on him. He’s perfect skin, and taut muscle, and flawless lines. I can’t help but whimper when he takes his hard cock in his hand and shuttles his hand up and down the length of it. “I’m gonna fuckingruinyou, sweetheart. I hope you’re ready.”
Oh…
My…
God…
Dash Lovett likes to fuck. He likes to tease. He likes to make me scream.
He doesnotlike to rush.
Over the next hour, he makes me come so hard that I forget what planet I’m on.
He strokes my face, whispering and encouraging me while I take his cock in my mouth. And when he finally fucks me, sinking himself as deep as he can inside me, he holds me by the hips and shatters me into pieces.
He comes inside me, panting, forehead pressed against mine, crushing me to him so that I can barely breathe, and I amexactlywhere I want to be.
He pets me as our skin cools, peppering my lips, my forehead, my cheeks, and my neck with featherlight kisses.
Downstairs, the party rages on. We draw lazy circles on each other’s bodies, relishing the time we get to spend together. Eventually, Dash stirs, and I can feel the energy drawing back into his body. It’s time for us to go back downstairs. Before he can say it out loud, I ask him for something I’ve craved for a very long time. I turn my face into his hair, closing my eyes, and I whisper, “Play for me?”
He goes very still.
“Please, Dash?”
Oh god. He’s not going to do it. He’s not going to do it.We’ve been spending every single night together for two months now, and I’ve secretly been missing my covert Saturday night spy missions to watch him play. I wouldn’t trade his company or the epic sex we’ve been having for the world…but sometimes I consider trading it for the music. Just for one night.
