Fair Game (The Rules #1) (35 page)

Wait a minute.

I lift my head and she cracks open her eyes, a frown marring her beautiful, flushed face. “Relax, baby,” I tell her, making her frown harder.

She shakes her head once, all that red hair strewn across my pillow. “I told you, I can’t come.”

“I think you’re trying too hard.” I dip down to press my lips to the top of her pussy. “Tell me what you like, Jade,” I murmur against her. “Do you like it when I do this?” I lick her clit, flick it with the tip of my tongue and she closes her eyes, an agonized groan sounding from deep in her chest.

I’ll take that as a yes.

“Open your eyes,” I demand and they flash open, staring at me. Her cheeks are pink, her lips damp. She’s fucking gorgeous and I want her to watch me do this to her. Maybe watching will help get her there faster. Hmm, maybe using particular words will get her there faster too. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

She bites her lip and nods, her gaze never leaving mine.

I remove my right hand from her perfect ass and streak my fingers across her pussy, then slide my index finger deep inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. And hot. All that velvety skin clasps around my finger like it doesn’t want to let go as I start to move. Her eyelids waver when she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Keep watching me,” I practically growl against her and her eyes go wider. My gaze is locked with hers as I start to lick her, swirling my tongue around her clit, drawing it back into my mouth to give it a gentle suck. Her hips shift and I add another finger, shallowly pumping, curling them inside her so I hit that particular spot that drives a woman wild.

“Oh my God,” she gasps when I hit my mark. So I rub it once more, lingering over the spot, satisfaction rushing through me when she thrusts her hips, practically grinding her pussy against my mouth. “Right there, right there, right there,” she chants mindlessly and I give it to her right there, right where she wants it, sucking her clit, fingering her pussy, until she literally screams my name and falls apart.

As in, she falls
completely
apart. Her entire body shakes with the force of her orgasm, her inner walls grip my fingers in an orgasmic rhythm and her clit throbs beneath my tongue.

Yep. Mission orgasm completion accomplished.

O
h. My. God.

I can’t even.

Oh.

My.

God.

Seriously, did that just happen? Did Shep really just make me come? And did I really just
scream
his name? I’ve never screamed anyone’s name before. Ever. I don’t scream. I also don’t have orgasms, at least with a guy. Even when I give myself one, it’s never like—
that.

No way. Not like that at all. Not even close.

I’m quivering. My entire body feels like a bowl of Jell-O. The throb between my legs is like
whoa
and my head is spinning.

Spinning.

God help me, his perfect, orgasm-inducing mouth is still on my extra sensitive, twitching flesh and I settle a hand on his head, threading my fingers through his soft hair. I can hardly take it and I’m desperate to push him away. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depends on how you look at it—he still has a firm grip on my butt, meaning that I’m pressed up against his face like it’s no big deal and this is a huge deal. A huge, crazy deal because holy shit, I just came and it was the most momentous occasion of my life.

He’s nuzzling me between my legs and I finally work up the strength to carefully shove his head away from me and he gets the hint. I’m almost embarrassed to look at him, especially when I catch sight of the smug expression on his face.

Oh yeah, he looks proud. I’m sure he’s just thrilled he proved me wrong.

“So,” he starts nonchalantly as he moves up to lie beside me. “Was that good for you?”

I turn to look at him, realizing that he’s still fully dressed while I’m pretty much naked. “I don’t think you need to ask that,” I mumble, embarrassed.

Shep reaches out and touches my cheek, his fingers light on my skin. “You’re right. I’m fairly certain that I made you come. Hard.”

I stare at him. Rear back a little when he leans in and drops a kiss on my lips. Then another. I can taste myself on him and I should be freaked out. Or the slightest bit disgusted…right?

But I’m not. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer, molding my body to his hard form, letting my mouth linger on his for a long, delicious moment. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” I murmur against his lips.

“Take them off me then,” he murmurs back, nipping my lower lip with his teeth.

Resting my palms on his chest, I give him a shove so he rolls over on his back. I tug his T-shirt up, revealing his mouthwatering abs and I lean down, running my lips over his hot skin. The muscles tense beneath my mouth and I rest my hands on his belt buckle, slowly pulling the leather strap out as I start to undo it.

“You never did tell me,” he says. I glance up at him to see he’s watching me, his lips curled into an arrogant smile, his arms folded behind his head, as if he has all the time in the world. “You did come, didn’t you Jade?”

I grab hold of his belt and pull it from his jeans, letting it drop to the floor with a clank. “What do you think?”

His smile grows. “I’m guessing with the way you screamed my name, that would be a yes.”

“I didn’t scream your name,” I mutter, curling my fingers around the waistband of his jeans before I get busy undoing the snap and sliding down his zipper. I’m such a liar. I so shouted his name. My mind goes back to the time we talked on the bed at his frat, after I hurt my ankle. When I told him it wouldn’t be sexy to yell his name in the so-called throes of passion.

God, what a dork I’d been, saying that to him.

Having his mouth on me, his fingers inside me, when he stroked that particular spot deep within, I’d reacted like I had no control over my body. I’d never felt like that before. He has magic hands. Oh, and a magic mouth and tongue. Just thinking about what he did to me makes me shiver all over again.

So, of course I’d yelled his name. His sexy, ridiculous name, though somehow, it fits him. He’s sort of ridiculous—but in the best possible way.

“You most definitely did.” He hisses in a breath when I spread his jeans open and streak my fingers down the length of his erection. It strains against the fabric of his black boxer briefs, thick and long, reminding me of when I gave him the blowjob and how much he enjoyed it.

Right before he ran.

I push that unpleasant memory out of my brain and focus on the task at hand.

“Come here,” he whispers just as I’m about to tug off his underwear. He reaches for me, gathers me up in his arms, pulls me up so I’m sprawled on top of him, my aching center rubbing his rigid erection. I squirm against him, a shuddering breath escaping me at the delicious friction that sparks between us and then he’s rolling me over so I’m beneath him, my back flat on the mattress, my breaths coming hard and quick when he starts to kiss a path down the length of my body.

“This needs to come off,” he murmurs as he reaches behind me and deftly undoes the clasp on my bra. He helps me pull it off, baring me completely to his gaze and he leans back, taking me in, his eyes dark and totally unreadable.

I’m self-conscious. What else is new? I need to get over this. The way he looks at me, the things he says…I know he likes what he sees. Which is mind blowing, I can’t lie. I mean, this is Shep Prescott. He’s been with a bazillion women—at least that’s what people say. He’s a campus legend.

And here he is with me. Silly freshman, nobody special, little old me. I can barely wrap my head around it.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he dips his head and kisses my nipple. I inhale on a moan, closing my eyes when he envelops my nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. I touch the back of his head, thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, my core tightening with every pull of his mouth. His erection is heavy, pressing against my thigh, and I spread my legs wider, needing him pushing against me, creating that delicious friction once again.

He doesn’t comply. The man has a mind of his own and I have to admit, I like it. I reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs but he shoves my hand away. I moan with frustration, startled when he moves up, his mouth at my ear, his hands wrapped around both of my wrists. How he grabbed me so quickly I don’t know.

“You get me naked and I won’t have any choice but to fuck you,” he murmurs close to my ear, his hot breath and warm lips making me shiver. Oh, and his words. I really love how he tosses out the word fuck so casually. “My boxers are the only barrier that’s keeping me from diving straight into that hot, tight pussy of yours.”

I want to fan myself. His words make me hot. The way he’s holding me down makes me hot too. My arms are bent, my hands curling into fists on either side of my head, his fingers wrapped firmly around my wrists. “I want you to…” My voice drifts and he smiles, dipping his head so his mouth hovers right above mine.

“You want me to what? Fuck you?” He drops the lightest kiss on my lips at the same time he thrusts his hips against mine. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“I don’t want a gentleman,” I confess, my voice low, my body weak from the way he’s looking at me. Like he wants to gobble me up.

He lifts his brows, looking surprised by what I said. “You don’t?”

I shake my head, sucking in a sharp breath when he presses his mouth against my neck, his hips working mine. Oh God, I can feel him. Thrusting against me, rubbing the tip against my clit, like he knows exactly where it is. Every other guy I’ve been with needed a roadmap to find the damn thing and even then there were no guarantees. Not that I pointed it out or anything. More like I suffered through the too rough fingers, the sloppy kisses, the really bad fucking.

I have a feeling Shep is going to be nothing but really
good
at fucking.

“You’re a constant surprise,” he murmurs with a smile, just before he kisses me. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my lips.

“I want…” I want all sorts of things. I love it when he kisses me. When he touches me. He releases one of my wrists, his hand going to my waist and drifting downward, until it settles between my legs, his fingers working my flesh. I’m so wet I can actually hear it as he searches my folds and I’m sort of mortified.

But I’m also so turned on I don’t care.

“Tell me, Jade.” He slips a finger inside me just as he thrusts his tongue in my mouth. It’s sensory overload. He surrounds me, he’s inside of me and I can hardly think straight. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I choke out when he presses my clit with his thumb. “I want you inside me.”

He’s gone in a whirlwind of movement and I blink my eyes open to find him standing at the side of the bed, yanking open the drawer of the bedside table and pulling out a condom. He shucks his underwear and my eyes go wide at the sight before me. Yes, I’ve had his cock in my mouth but seeing it again like this, hard and flushed and looking rather determined—can a penis look determined? I think it can—the ache between my legs only intensifies. I’m dying to feel him slide inside me for the first time.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” Shep murmurs.

I glance up at his words, our gazes meeting, his dark and completely unreadable. “Like what?”

“Like you want to swallow me whole. I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He tears open the wrapper and rolls the condom on that monster cock of his—and when I call it a monster, that’s a good thing, trust me.

I’m so excited my body is tingling with anticipation. A sigh escapes when he rejoins me on the bed, his big body on top of mine, hands braced on either side of my head, his erection probing my sex. He reaches for me, readjusting my position so we’re more face to face, his arm around my waist, holding me to him.

“Put your arms around me,” he whispers and I do as he asks, my arms going for his neck just as he starts to enter me. It’s a tease though. He removes his arm from my waist and grabs the base of his erection, brushing the head through my folds, against my clit, making me close my eyes and moan in agony. Or ecstasy.

Take your pick.

All I know is, he’s driving me insane. I lift my hips, trying to get him to slide inside me, and he chuckles. Yes, he actually chuckles as he continues to torture me, a groan replacing his soft laughter when I tip my hips up further, desperate to make the contact I want.