“Yes or no, Rule?”
I grabbed Laikyn’s wrists, pulled her arms behind her back, and pressed my chest to hers. She gasped, her eyes wide.
“I won’t refuse you, sweet butterfly, but you have to understand one thing?”
Her eyes shifted to my mouth. “What’s that?”
“You don’t make the rules. I do.”
Before she could come up with a snide remark, I kissed her, crushing my mouth to hers as I steered her toward the curved lounge chair near the fireplace. I’d always wondered what the fuck I was supposed to do with a chair in my bedroom. Now I knew. I released her arms and gently pushed her down onto the chair. She giggled, but it died on a moan when I put my hands under her knees and forced her legs back and wide so I could admire her beautiful pussy up close.
“No means no, Laikyn. That goes for you, too.”
She stared up at me, her beautiful eyes full of heat. “I’ll never tell you no, Rule.”
I wasn’t so sure that was true, but I wasn’t about to go into it now. My mouth watered with the urge to taste her, but my brain ran through the repercussions of letting this happen. I lived by a code, and I was violating every rule after knowing this woman for such a short time. She was a weakness I couldn’t afford, yet I couldn’t resist her, and there was no sense pretending otherwise.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, dropping to my knees. “Totally worth it.”
I leaned forward and licked her from entrance to clit.
Her back arched into the chair, her pelvis tipping, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth. Her soft moan was a melody I wanted to plan my nights by.
I did it again. Slower this time. Savoring.
She tasted like sin. A delicacy that should be bottled and sold on the black market so those daring enough could savor her sweetness.
“I’m not a gentle lover,” I told her, folding her legs back so her knees were closer to her chest.
“Good.”
I got the sense she didn’t believe me. That or she preferred it rough.
It was time I showed her what she was up against.
14
Laikyn
I’d never known a man to turndown an offer of a blow job. In fact, it was usually a requirement before I could get my own needs met.
Rule had turned the tables on me before I knew what was happening. And now that his mouth was on me, I was worried I’d bitten off more than I could chew. That damn shower sprayer had nothing on his wicked tongue. And fuck that vibrator. As far as I was concerned, it was fired. Rule licked me like he knew the location of every nerve ending between my legs. He sucked and flicked my clit like it had offended him, then worshipped me like I was a delectable treat. He kept me on edge, never giving me enough for the tension to break, but it continued to intensify until I thought I would implode.
“Please!” I cried out, trying to reach for his head, wanting to hold him down, to force him to finish me off.
He grabbed my hand and held it against my chest. I tried with the other. He did the same thing, using his forearms to keep my legs pinned back while he fused his lips to my clit, lashing at me until tears leaked from my eyes. It was the most intense thing I’d ever felt, and while I never wanted it to end, the pressure was too much.
Rule paused, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. I could see my juices on his beard, and that sight was so damn erotic it was almost enough to send me over.
But he had other plans.
“Hold your legs back.”
He placed my hands where he wanted them as though he didn’t trust me to figure it out myself.
“Spread yourself wide. Let me see your pussy.”
My chest heaved as I did what he said while he stood up. His eyes remained locked on my most private parts while he pulled his shirt over his head.
