Page 8 of Unwritten Rules
“Sin,” falls from my lips in a desperate cry as my hands move down his chest to the waistband of his black shorts.
“So fucking eager,” Sinnett grunts, watching my hands clumsily toy with the material. “You want my cock, strawberry?”
My eyes snap up to meet his. I blink as his filthy words settle into my inflamed skin. Jayden never used to speak to me this way. He is the only man I’ve ever slept with, and I guess I would describe our sex life as ‘vanilla’, but I didn’t mind it.
But this…
“I need an answer,” Sinnett grunts, his hands stilling on the scrunched material around my waist.
“Y-yes,” I manage to squeeze out.
He raises a brow at me. “Yes,what?”
Oh, myGod, he’s going to make me say it.
Warmth spreads across my cheeks as I peer at him through my lashes. “Y-yes, I want your cock, Sin.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, throwing his head back against the leather seat. “It’s all yours, strawberry.”
I take that as my cue to continue my earlier actions.
Something black is wrapped over his right thigh, catching my eye, but I don’t have a chance to ponder the reason why it’s there because my attention slips to the bulge between me and Sinnett. My pulse thumps against the base of my throat as I pull back the waistband of his shorts and underwear, quickly finding the source of the hardness that was pressing against my ass. My mouth dries when my fingers skim over the hot skin. The second my hand wraps around the base, my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.
This man is fuckinghuge. Like could tear me apart and kill me huge.
Sinnett drags his bottom lip between his teeth and tilts his head to the side. “What’s wrong, strawberry? Are you scared?”
My head snaps up and I meet his amused eyes. “What? No. I-I’m not scared.” I pull his dick from his pants, getting a better visual of what I’m dealing with. And just as I thought, he’s still huge. “Okay, maybe I’m a little worried you’re going to split me in half.”
Sinnett snorts a laugh. “I’m not going to hurt you, Tate. Not unless you want me to.”
The double meaning behind his words has me swallowing hard.
“Move,” Sinnett commands gently. “Or I have no problem taking control.”
I hold my hand up to him. “No, no, I’ve got this.”
Sinnett smirks as he leans back against the seat, stretching his long legs out in the cramped space. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Feeling the pressure of his eyes on me, I give myself a mental pep talk.You’ve got this, Tate. This isn’t your first time, so just act confident, and he won’t notice. If I embarrass myself in front of Sinnett, I fear I won’t recover. It would go down in history as the second worst day of my life.
I scoot my ass back in the limited space behind me and bend at the waist until I’m staring directly at the weapon Sinnett calls his appendage. My eyes flutter closed as I inhale a deep breath before diving into the unknown.
The second my lips wrap around the head, Sinnett groans. His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place as I slowly take him into my mouth. Given his size and girth, I’m unable to take all of him, but I take as much as I can before dragging my head back.
“Shit,” Sinnett hisses. He uses his hand in my hair to push me back down, guiding me down his length until my mouth is full of him. “You take me so fucking well.”
It doesn’t take long for Sinnett to assume control, using his grip on my hair to guide me up and down his length at a pace that suits him. I’m not complaining, though. I would rather he find enjoyment in this than watch me make a fool of myself. And if the deep groans falling from his parted lips are an indication he’s enjoying it, then I am too.
My thighs quiver as wetness pools between them. It’s taking all of my self-control not to touch myself, to relieve the pressure building there. I want Sinnett to be the one to touch me, considering he’s the reason I’m this worked up to begin with.
Just as saliva begins to pool at the corner of my mouth, Sinnett pulls my head back, freeing his cock from my mouth with a softpop. I’m breathless as I meet his fiery gaze. His hand slips from my hair to slide between my thighs, grazing my sensitive centre.
Sinnett hums, tracing his fingers over the damp material of my underwear. “You’re soaked, strawberry.”
“For you,” I manage to murmur breathlessly.
His tongue pokes the side of his mouth as he pushes the material to the side and drags his fingers through the wet folds, eliciting a deep shudder from my body. He grins as he pulls his hand away and pushes his saturated finger between his lips, sucking it dry.
