Page 85 of Rules in Love
I leaned forward, resting my cheek against the desk and rubbing my ass against Finn’s hard length.
“Holy mother of…” slipped from his lips as his cock nestled between my folds. He took a deep breath, teased my entrance once, twice, then pushed inside. Hard, slow thrusts had me clenching my fists, my nails digging into the flesh of my palms. The sound of his hard body slapping against mine, the silky smoothness of his bare, throbbing cock pushing inside me, was so intense I couldn’t speak. I could only take.
“God, to finally feel you like this,” he groaned, taking a grip of my hips, holding, and drilling me harder and harder until halting altogether. “Sorry, just give me a second. I have to stop. I can’t move, and please God don’t squeeze me like that.” Of course I ignored him and put my Kegel training to work. “Fuck, when you flutter around me, I want to live and die inside you!” His poetic compliments continued as he pressed a series of kisses up my spine, pulled out slowly, then drove back in. “Ahhh, God, I want to taste you again so bad, my Scarlett. I wish I could eat you out and fuck you at the same time. I’ve waited my whole life to do you… Scarlett, your cunt is so fucking tight.”
My very own Neruda.
Unusual creaks and cracks soon accompanied his filthy ramblings and my whimpered begs for more, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the warm rush of orgasm beginning to build. Suddenly, the earth moved beneath me. Literally.
CRASH! The desk collapsed beneath us. I hit the floor first and was then flattened by the full weight of Finn crashing down on top of me.
Laughing so hard I could hardly see, six feet of bulk shifted off my back and was replaced by huffs of laughter and tender kisses.?”Sorry, sorry, sorry. Shit, Red, are you alright?” I flipped to face him, dug the pencil out of my armpit, and gave Finn two thumbs-up.
“Yep! All good. Carry on.”
“Carry on?” Finn snorted. “You’re so fucking amazing, Red. I love you so much.”
All merriment ceased, and I swear a full philharmonic orchestra began to play. Fat little cherubs scattered rose petals above us, and I lay motionless, silent, dazed beneath the man who loved me. Understandably, my lack of response caused concern. Those blue eyes filled with tears, and the smile I adored began to fade. “Scarlett, it’s okay if you don’t…if you’re not—
I wove my hands through his hair and pulled his lips to mine. “No. No, God, I love you too, Finn. With all my heart.”
“You do?”
“Yes! Of course I do. More than I ever thought possible. You’re incredible, Finn. You’re sweet, and thoughtful, and protective, and so freaking fun. How could I not love you?”
“Red.” He smiled through his continuing tears, brushing my own away with his thumb, kissing me till I was breathless, and looking at me the way no one ever had. “How did we get so lucky?”
“I don’t know, but I need you to stop fucking crying and celebrate by fucking me.”
He exhaled a laugh and swiftly kneed my legs apart. “That’s the filthy girl I love so much.”
Entering me with unmatched tenderness, Finn slowly began to push deeper and deeper, moaning with each one until fully sheathed. He slipped his hand between our grinding bodies and played with my clit till I was screaming his name. It was the fuck of ages. He seemed twice as hard and twice as big. Taking everything he gave, my body stretched and clenched around him. Grunting, with his eyes locked on my bouncing boobs, he leaned back, ran his hands down my thighs as far as he could, and then raised and rested both legs on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking hot, Red.” The new angle stirred an instant orgasm and a promise to do anything he ever wanted. My nails dug into his back, and I pulled him closer but couldn’t get him close enough. The harder I pulled, the more I gripped and scratched, and the more he moaned. He was losing all control, his thrusting increasing and then slowing as he tried to hang on. He moved me again, grabbing my ankles and holding my legs in the air. I was open, spread out in a sinful V, and being pounded hard and deep.
“Finn!” Riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, I closed my eyes and clenched my fists.
“Open those eyes,” he demanded. “Look at me, Red. I need you to watch me ruin you for anyone else.”
A sea of blue greeted me, and I didn’t think I’d ever forget the unbridled love, bliss, and ecstasy I found in its depths. Or the groan and hot rush of him coming inside me, claiming me, and promising me a forever I never believed I deserved.
What started out as picking splinters from each other’s asses, turned into making out like a pair of horny teenagers, desperate to steal one last kiss before curfew. We even had the grumpy parent-type person to ignore. After the fourth ring, Finn resigned, released my boobs, and rolled off me. “Bloody Evie. I better get it, Red. She’ll bloody kill me otherwise.”
The second he picked up, I heard her bellow, “What the hell, Finn! Lucky I’m in a good mood. Now, get off Scarlett and get your arse over to M.I.X. I have a surprise for you.”
Scarlett
Sex hair can rarely be hidden or denied when you have a head full of curls. Not that I would have bothered. I rocked that hairdo as I proudly walked into M.I.X. with Finn’s arm around my shoulder. Evie took one look at us, rolled her smiling eyes, but said nothing. She was too busy pointing toward TeddyandAsher, who were smugly holding hands across the table she was standing by.
“Teddy? What’s going on? How did you and Evie meet?”
“Well, to make a long story short, I was here at the bar with Asher. I’ll fill you in later”—he winked—“and Evie overheard us talking about you crazy kids and all the humping. We got to chatting, I fell in love, and here we are. She’s quite the firecracker, Finn, but I must tell you. Our fabulous bond isnotyour surprise. Is it Evie?”
“Nope, not even close.” Evie began to bounce on her toes, and Finn lost patience.
“Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but you look happy, Eves, and I gotta say it’s freaking me out. I need you back to your grumpy self, stat. Where’s the surprise?”
“Right behind you.” An incredibly hot, tall, surfer-looking dude with sandy hair and a dangerous swagger threw himself into the back of Finn. After a short bro-hug, Finn grabbed his hands and twisted his body to face him.
“Nate?”
