Page 19 of Breaking the Rules
Her movements are quick, determined, and I wonder if she’s already getting close. I’ve learned a lot about Essie in the darkness of my bedroom. Like, for instance, she’s highly orgasmic. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I can even give her two or three, and she leaves me soaking wet, which turns me on something fierce.
“Ohfuck. Pres—”
“You were saying?” I grin at her. My voice is husky, almost desperate.
She comes, shuddering and gasping for breath. I hold her while her body trembles through the release. Then I lift her shirt off over her head and drop it beside my bed. I waste no time filling my hands with her perfect breasts.
“Just a side note ... your tits look really nice.”
With a slow roll of her hips, Essie ignores me, focused solely on her pleasure now.
Which is fine. Because when there’s a beautiful woman riding you, you learn to shut the fuck up and let it happen. She works me in hot thrusts, her body gripping mine so tight, I can’t help the desperate pleas that fall from my lips.
“That’s it. Like that,” I say, encouraging her in a rough growl. I pinch her nipples and can’t help jacking my hips up in quick succession.
She’s quiet as she comes, but she isn’t as immune to me as she likes to pretend. Her muscles clench around me and her body shivers. A single sharp inhale is the only clue that she’s coming again.
“Yeah, cupcake? Two tonight. You feeling greedy, or you just love my cock that much?”
“I don’t love your anything, Preston. Get a clue. I was just horny and didn’t want to go home with a rando.”
My ego deflates.
When she’s done trembling, I grip her trim waist and thrust my hips up off the bed. Deep and fast. I can’t hold back anymore, not when my release is right there. My movements become jerky as I pound faster. My balls tighten and I explode, letting out a deep groan.
Essie waits for me to finish, and then she climbs off, gathering her clothes on the side of the bed.
A knot forms in my throat. I hate this part. Not that I’m a cuddler or anything. It just feels so cheap, so temporary when she darts off right afterward.
I reach one hand toward her. “Stay.”
She meets my eyes, her expression unreadable. Just like always.
“Please.”
With a rare soft look in her eyes, she agrees, climbing back in beside me. “Okay, but only because it’s freezing.”
I grin. As if the walk back to her bedroom is so far.
“I know,” I whisper. “You’re still cold?” I kiss her bare shoulder as she scoots in beside me.
“Not now.”
I gather her close and hold her, and surprisingly, she lets me.
My lips linger on the back of her neck, and my chest aches at how good it feels to lie here with her like this. No expectations. No agenda. Just us. For now, anyway. Until she darts off again. I hope that doesn’t happen tonight.
“I need to add a few more logs to the stove. Stay put, okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” She makes a sleepy sound.
I rise from the bed, tugging on a pair of joggers before I make my way across the frigid wood floors to the wood-burning stove. I’ve rented a place in the outskirts of town. I wanted a yard for grilling and bonfires in the summer, and I love being out here—there’s huge pine trees and plenty of stars at night.
I add three logs to the woodstove and shut the door quickly. Then I climb back in beside Essie and tug her close.
“Sleep, beautiful girl,” I say, my mouth near hers.
“You have the worst lines, Preston.” She sighs but brings one slender arm around my waist, holding on to me.
