Page 254 of Breaking the Rules
Plays with different strokes and speeds until he—
"Fuck." I tug at his hair. Hold him closer. "Hunter—"
"Say my name again, baby."
My nipples pang. God, I love this pet name.
I love this.
It's everything it's supposed to be.
I'm almost completelyhere.
I'm so fucking close.
"Hunter." His name rolls off my lips. It sounds good there. Right. Like my favorite lyrics.
His fingers dig into my thighs.
He holds me in place as he works me.
Every flick of his tongue winds me tighter.
Brings me closer.
He keeps that same, steady pace.
He's impossibly patient.
It's sweet, sweet torture.
I savor it until I can't take it anymore.
Until my body takes over.
My hips buck of their own accord.
He holds me in place.
To steady me.
To remind me he's in control.
It's hot as hell.
But it brings me back to that night.
I…
Too many things mix in my head.
I open my eyes. Stare down at him. Focus on everything present in the room.
The crimson bedspread.
The silver sharpie scribbles on my desk.
The light pouring through the window.
