Good gracious, the man was beautiful. Tall, lean, and muscled. The tattoos added to the beauty, the designs formed along his musculature, highlighting the deep grooves and sexy planes.
“Tease your clit,” he instructed, and suddenly the room warmed about thirty degrees.
Using my index finger, I lightly teased the swollen nub. When I had his full attention, I slipped the tip of my index finger inside my pussy and dragged my juices over my clit for an easier glide.
He took a step back and sat on the bench at the end of the bed. He propped his foot on his knee and untied his boot, removing it slowly while ogling my pussy.
“There are a few things we need to set straight.”
“Hmm?” I couldn’t form words; the heat of his gaze as it molested my pussy was too much. I was touching myself, but it felt like his fingers for the pleasure that coursed through my veins.
“First of all, if we’re doing this, we’re doing all of it.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but the only thing I could do was cock an eyebrow to show my confusion.
“Meaning we fuck because we enjoy it. No games, no expectations, Laikyn.”
I nodded. I was completely on board with that. Especially right now. I was swollen and throbbing and so desperate I was tempted to thrust my fingers inside me just to ease the ache. The only reason I didn’t was because I didn’t want him to walk away, and he’d already given me instructions. To violate them would be risking something I wasn’t willing to give up.
“And I know you want Jinx. I see the way you look at him. I’m not blind.”
“I wouldn’t have acted on it,” I countered, unwilling to take the blame for what happened last night. That was his idea, not mine.
“I know.”
Since we were being truthful, I added, “But now that I’ve been with him…”
“You want more?”
I nodded despite my head not moving much.
When he wore only his jeans, he stood up, returning to me so he could drag one thick finger along my seam, shoving my hand aside and grazing my clit lightly before slipping lower. He pushed that finger inside me, and my muscles tightened around him, wanting to hold him there.
“You need to know something,” he said, teasing me ruthlessly.
“I’m not the only one fucking Jinx?” I said, voicing my suspicion.
His gaze swept over my face.
“I see the way you look at him,” I said, throwing his words back at him. “And the way he looks at you.”
Rule didn’t respond, nor did he stop fingering me. He was lighting me up from the inside.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
I shook my head. I honestly didn’t. Although if he asked, I wouldn’t deny that I hoped one day to watch them together. I wouldn’t make the request because it felt like a violation of the rules he was setting, but it didn’t change the fact.
“You want to watch,” he said as though he could read my mind.
I nodded. No sense denying it.
He added another finger, pushing two deep inside me. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you?”
I whimpered. “You have no idea.”
I wasn’t sure what the appeal was about their being together, but something told me it would be an experience I would never forget. I’d fantasized about it briefly when I first suspected it. Now that I knew for sure, I would become obsessed until I witnessed it.
“So, can I?” I prompted.
