Ruin & Rule

Pulling my legs apart, his eyes burned with fire. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”

I bowed off the bed, a loud cry wrenched from my lungs as his hot, wet mouth latched onto my pussy.

“Shit!”

His tongue came out fast and flat, licking me like a delicious predator deciding if he wanted to devour me quickly or slowly.

I couldn’t stay still as his tongue slicked to my entrance, dipping once inside me. “Oh God.” My back arched as every part of my body spasmed. “Arthur!”

He placed one hand on my belly, pushing me flat against the bed, the other started at my ankle, trailing quickly up my inner thigh, up and up until he touched my clit. With his tongue licking and teeth nibbling, he pushed two fingers deep. So fast. So swift.

I had no hope of remaining sane.

My hands dove into his silky long hair, clutching the shower-dampened roots. He made a noise I instantly adored: a cross between an arrogant growl and a groan of desire.

His tongue moved faster, licking me, tasting me.

With urgent hands, he draped my tattooed leg over his shoulder, dragging me closer to his eager mouth.

When he paused, breathing hard and dousing me in hot air but no tongue, I squirmed. Tilting my hips toward his lips, I moaned, “Please… Art…”

He grumbled deep and low in his chest, his large hands trembling a little on my hips. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re drugging me.” Then his mouth captured my throbbing clit, sending me bowing off the bed.

Every muscle and sinew locked into place as his tongue drifted lower, teasing my entrance with tentative hesitation.

“Yes. Yes…” I grabbed more of his hair, tugging him, completely caught up in needing his tongue inside me.

With a sharp spear, he drove it deep. Fucking me with heat and wetness, his breath hot between my thighs.

The buildup of the shower, the animalistic way his tongue drank me, and the erotic image of his long hair obscuring his eyes as his head bowed between my legs sent me spiraling toward the stars. The band of an orgasm shattered everything left inside. It built and built and built. My eyes rolled and every part of my body transcended.

Arthur sucked and nipped, thrusting and stroking.

I clutched the bedspread. My vision went black as my body combusted beneath his skillful touch.

“God!” I couldn’t breathe as wave after wave of mind-twisting sensation sparked through my core. He skillfully brought me to the fastest release I’d ever had.

The moment I stopped rippling around his tongue, he raised his head. The smug satisfaction in his eyes sent shy happiness skating over me.

Standing, he didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. His gaze said everything he needed. Using his fingers, still wet from being inside me, he touched my hip, and coaxed me to roll from back to stomach.

The moment I pressed my cheek comfortably against the mattress, he positioned himself behind and slid, fast, hard, and entirely possessive, inside.

“Yes,” he hissed, sinking deep, his cock as hard as stone.

Part of me wanted to rest; the other part wanted to drive high again and explode just as completely. Arthur captured my hips, pulling me backward to meet his thrust. “Damn, you tasted fucking good. Never tasted a woman before.” His cock stretched me relentlessly.

I could barely think; talking was a mission to Mars in effort. “You’ve never done that?”

His cock stroked hard, setting a punishing pace. “No. Never had anyone’s mouth around me either. Didn’t want to. Couldn’t—”

Love erupted in my heart and another orgasm caught me completely by surprise. My legs locked together, wrapping around him from behind as he fucked me hard.

He groaned, driving faster toward his release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he snarled.

“Come!” I begged. “Please.”

He growled as his pace increased, then his entire body stiffened as he spurted inside me. Feeling him let go—giving in to me and becoming powerless in that second—my body unraveled for a second time. Not as intense as the first, but my core gripped his cock, milking him with pleasure.

Shuddering shock waves passed from his body to mine, our hearts thrumming out of control.

I froze.

He took me from behind.

What did that mean?

Don’t read into it.

I didn’t want to let the fact he’d flipped me onto my stomach be anything upsetting. Just habit probably, or he’d felt too much and needed some normalcy after a night of touching, loving, and togetherness.

He slid out slowly, flopping down spent beside me. His long hair obscured one eye and his chest still glittered with droplets in a mixture of shower and sweat.

Rolling closer to him, I brushed dark strands off his forehead. “For a novice, you were amazing.”

His eyes opened, glassy and lust-sated. He chuckled. “I plan on becoming an expert. Now that I’ve tasted you, I never want to stop.”

I’ve never had anyone’s lips around me. If that was true, he’d never had a blow job. And for the life of me I couldn’t remember if I’d ever given one to the brown-eyed boy I’d lost my virginity to.

I smiled gently. “Well, it seems as though I owe you a favor.”

He froze, then a satisfied grin spread his lips. “I agree. You do.” His eyes locked with mine and the sharpest, keenest love whipped between us.

I sucked in a breath. “Now?”

He sat up and kissed me, brushing my nose with his. “No. We’ve wasted too much time already. I have to get to the Club. I want answers.”