Page 68 of Rules in Love
Never in my life had I wanted so badly to do my best. To prove myself worthy.
“How are we doing, Red? Is it too much?”
“No!” she puffed. “No, it’s just right, please. I like it. Don’t stop.”
I returned my mouth to her clit and gave her several long, slow licks and a bit of suction, and her whole body stiffened and lifted from the bed like she was possessed. She liked the suction.
“Finn, there. Right there. Do that more. Please.”
Fisting my hair, her fingers twisted and tugged, her nails digging into my scalp when I did the licky-suck combo again.
“Don’t move. Don’t move. Yes,” she sighed. “Fuck me with your dirty mouth.”
I didn’t move. I almost came. But I did not move. If anything, I doubled down, focusing on that one spot, teasing, smoothing, tormenting. She cried out, and I wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure or pain, but I wasn’t stopping to ask. I trusted she’d let me know.
The fact that what I did to her with my tongue, with my lips, even the tip of my chin, had never been done to her before was the ultimate turn-on. I was as hard as a rock when we started, but I became desperate to bury myself inside her. This wasn’t about me, though. This was an experience for both of us to remember. Scarlett deserved the best, and I was the one giving it to her. True, I was no expert in the matter, but instinctively, I found the hidden, sublime parts of her that she maybe didn’t even know existed. Secret spots and ways to tickle and tease them. I sighed and told her how good she tasted, how often I’d dreamed of doing this to her body, and brought her orgasm after orgasm until she was unable to take any more and begged me to stop. “Finn, I can’t feel my…anything.”
I sat back on my knees, panting, feeling her body tremble as I traveled kisses up her body until we were face to face. A single tear fell to her cheek as she pulled me onto her lips, where I knew she could taste herself on my tongue. “Thank you. I had no idea it could feel like that.”
Waiting what felt like a year to see and taste her like this was worth it. It was everything I imagined and more, and she was thanking me. I pulled myself up beside her, wrapped her in my arms, and held her tight. She fell asleep as I whispered sweet promises I prayed I could keep into her ear.
Scarlett
Iwoke the next morning feeling like I’d slept on a cloud, held high above the earth by the massive, lickable arms of Finn Austen. He eventually unwrapped himself from my body and left just before six. Sleep overcame me instantly, and I woke again at seven when Teddy brought Ben home. I must have been quite the sight when we met at the foot of the stairs. My darling son eyed me inquisitively but said nothing and went straight to his room. He’d been without his iPad for twenty-four hours and missed it more than me.
As for Teddy, he took one look at me and burst out laughing. “Did you just come up for air? Shit!” His hands braced my shoulders, and he bobbed side to side, looking behind me. “Is he still in your room? Is he naked? Is he rigged up in the basement or, as it’s now known, the sex dungeon, naked?” He was dismissed with a coy smile and a confession.
“He’s not here. I didn’t trap him in the basement…thistime, and we didn’t make it to my room.”
With a look of pride, Teddy kissed me then squinted, “You banged on the couch, didn’t you? In the kitchen too.”
“What! How do you know that?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I can sense sex, Scar?” He rolled his eyes and pulled me close. “So, was it good? It must have been if you didn’t even make it to bed.”
“It was amazing, Teddy. So freaking amazing. We did it, like, five times, and he, you know, licked…stuff. And we did go to bed, but I took him to the guest room instead. There was no way I was letting him in my room.”
“You’re a smart, filthy, lucky woman, Scar. Whips and chains are one thing, but that room of yours would scare the bravest heroes off. As for lickity-split, thank God you’ve finally had your muffin munched.”
The sudden blaring of Teddy’s phone ended all sex talk, and he rushed off to meet Asher at M.I.X. before work.
After finally receiving a delicious Benny cuddle, our morning routine was completed without a single logical thought crossing my mind. I had no idea what I dressed myself in—or Ben, for that matter—until I floated past a store window after dropping him off. Luckily, I wore a cute-as-hell outfit that Finn would hopefully ogle me in, and yes, I said I was floating. Well, it felt like floating. Technically, I skipped my way down 6th Avenue like an unhinged child on the world’s biggest sugar rush. Singing Taylor Swift at the top of my lungs, I was entirely oblivious to the outside world, with little to no regard for how many people were avoiding the crazy, singing, skipping woman.
Regrettably, my sweet, semi-psychotic bubble lasted a bitterly short time. Popping occurred within one or two steps inside the office. Suspicious eyes followed me everywhere. Presuming I had food or coffee splattered somewhere, I looked down. Nope, the clothes seemed fine. There was no apparent nip slip or side boob, either. My dress wasnottucked into my knickers, and no toilet paper was stuck on my shoe. It was highly likely that food was stuck to my face. I couldn’t see that, but also, everyone was used to that. My mess had never drawn this much attention. I began to sweat in and on every orifice of my body, creating a whole new set of stains. My trembling hands could barely hold onto my coffee, and if it dropped to the ground, so would I.
What if…? Was it possible? Could my colleagues tell I’d spent the night ravishing the body of their hunky co-worker?Was the foul stench of hoochie emanatingfrom my very being?
No, it had nothing to do with me or my debauchery. Just hours after I had finished fiercely shagging her nephew, Jocelyn Crane was back in town. She was at my desk, and she was looking straight at me with a disconcerting smile. I wasn’t sure what was worse: publicly reeking of sex or that grin.
I gave her my bestnothing-to-see-heregreeting. “Ms. Crane, you’re back. It’s a pleasure to see you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” Her squinting eyes assessed me as I dropped my things on my messy desktop and then leaned against it for support.
“Are you here to see Finn?”
“Finn and you, yes. I just flew back in this morning and wanted to talk before I went home and slept for a week.”
“Ahh, so, you had a good time, then?”
