Page 27 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Blindly, I reach for another condom and roll it on without breaking our kiss.
“More?” I mumble into her mouth.
“More,” she agrees.
I shift a little awkwardly and slide my arm beneath her back, lifting her from the bed and depositing her in my lap.
With her arms wrapped around my neck, she lifts up to allow me to angle myself properly, and then she sinks down once more.
We sigh in both relief and pleasure as we connect again.
Why does this feel so…natural? Like I belong?
There’s no slow movement this time, but equally, there’s no hard fucking. It’s just…frantic. The kind of “I must have you now” sex.Like our bodies already know it’s the last time.
Our hands are everywhere; our lips just as manic as we kiss, suck, and nip any bit of each other’s skin we can get to.
With her grinding down, and me thrusting up, her orgasm quickly builds, and before long, she’s throwing her head back and crying out as she comes again.
Twisting my fingers in her hair, I drag her back to me before she’s finished so I can come inside her.
Her hands go to my hair and we make out like a pair of teenagers. I’m so consumed by her kiss that I don’t notice the strap around the back of my head slip away. But the second my mask drops from my face, we both freeze.
She pulls back before I have a chance to get it back into place, and dread rushes through my veins.
My heart jumps into my throat, and it only gets worse when I look back at her and find her staring at me in awe.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I lift her from my body and climb from the bed.
I fucking hate that I do it, and from the way her brows knit together, she does too.
But I have to.
Without thinking, I pull the condom off and drop it into the trash before I reach for my clothes.
“Wait,” she cries, scrambling across the bed, closer to me. “It’s okay.”
Something in her voice gives me pause.
“You already knew, didn’t you?”
She swallows thickly, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“It doesn’t matter. Everything I said to you was true. This was just about tonight.”
A bitter laugh spills from my lips.
“Like I haven’t heard that before,” I scoff.
“I mean it,” she assures me. “Tonight...it…” It’s her turn to laugh, but there isn’t any amusement in it. Instead, it’s full of self-loathing. “Tonight has been the best night of my life. But I swear to you, it’s between us. Our little secret.”
I stand there with my slacks in hand and my dick still hanging out, staring at her in disbelief.
Leave, Kodie. You need to get the fuck out of this room and away from this woman.
“Our little secret?” I repeat.“Why?”
She shrugs. “Because it was fun? Because not everything needs to be plastered over the internet? Because we’re two consenting adults who can let go without consequences?”
