Page 26 of Enforcing the Rules

“Are you?” I asked breathlessly.

He brushed his thumb over my plump lower lip. “Yes, ma’am. I want to push you to your knees and sink my dick into that pretty mouth. I want to come on your tongue and watch you swallow every fucking drop. Then drag you to your feet and taste us both on your lips.”

“That sounds dirty.”

“Dirty good or dirty bad?”

“Dirty good.”

He smiled. “I think we’re gonna get along fine.”

The corners of my own mouth tugged up, and then his eyes dropped lower.

“Lift your skirt,” he ordered, heat flooding his gaze.

I was sure my sharp inhale reached his ears, but still he waited patiently.

I inched my skirt up, lifting the hem higher and higher, realizing I was prolonging it, teasing him. His eyes stayed focused until my skirt was bunched around my upper thighs. That was still not enough for him. It was evident by the way his gaze flicked up to mine, to look at me from under his brows.

I swallowed. We were outdoors, and even though there were walls between the balconies, and I was pretty sure there was no one on the path below this time of night, there was still something risky about this; something thrilling. He was challenging me, pushing my boundaries, and waiting to see if I trusted him enough to be so exposed and vulnerable for him. He was waiting to see if I’d obey him.

Something deep inside me responded and ached to comply with his every command. I’d never acted like this before. Never been so brazen. But as I stared into his eyes, I knew I could trust him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

He seemed to understand innately that he needed to go slow with me, even though I could see what the restraint he kept, and the patience he showed cost him.

“Higher, baby,” he rasped, need making it come out sharper than he’d most likely intended. “Please.”

That final word hissed between his lips, and I complied.

“Drop your panties.”

Oh, God. Could I do that, too?

My thumbs hooked in the fabric at my hip and pushed the scrap of fabric to the decking, answering the question for me.

I stood frozen, my pussy exposed to his gaze and the chill night air.

He sucked in a breath as his eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs.

“Goddamn beautiful.” He stepped closer and stroked his palm over the trembling skin of my thigh, then eased his hand between them and slid two fingers into my slick, throbbing heat.

My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I moaned.

“Wider,” he demanded in a husky voice that sent a jolt of desire through me. “Spread your feet apart.”

This time I didn’t hesitate to part them for him, giving him more access to my most private place.

Shifting closer, he pushed deeper, and my cry broke from my lips. My hands moved to his shoulders, and my fingernails dug into him, but I didn’t shove him away. If anything, I clung to him, moving into his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Utah,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes…”

He worked me, then withdrew and lifted his hand. Evidence of my desire glistened on his fingertips. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, and I watched him savor my flavor. It was erotic as anything I’d ever seen.

“That only makes me hungry for more. I want to lay you down, hold you wide open, and eat you until you come all over my tongue.”

My God, the way this man talked. I made a small sound—perhaps a whimper, perhaps a groan—and he met my eyes. Lust gleamed back at me.

Utah dipped his hand again, his fingers sinking into my pussy. This time he brought his two glistening fingers to my mouth and I tasted myself on him. He stared into my eyes as if it was his cock I was taking.

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