Page 33 of Rules Of Our Own

I capture her exposed neck, sucking hard enough to leave my mark, and press my knee between her thighs. She writhes between us, rocking her clit against me, searching for the much-needed pressure. She cries out in frustration as her dress blocks direct contact, and I smile into her neck, lifting the fabric of her dress above her hips, but instead of my knee, I cup her core with my hand. Her hips lift, and her body shakes in my grasp.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I murmur against her shoulder and grind my palm down against her clit, listening to the soft sounds she makes to guide my tempo. Her words lose all meaning, and pride fills me when her mouth opens with a silent cry as her orgasm washes over her.

She goes limp, and I tighten my grip to hold her in place before meeting River’s hooded gaze over her shoulder.We’re really fucking doing this.

I curl my fingers into her silky dress and slowly lift it above her head. Mia raises her arms automatically, still in a fog from her orgasm. She makes an adorable humming sound, and I catch her in a quick kiss the moment the fabric clears her face before leaning back to get a look at her but not releasing my grasp.

Holy shit.I inhale at the sight of her standing in just a thin black thong. Her nipples are a dusty rose color, and they stand in hard peaks. My mouth waters, and I capture one, unable to stop myself. I suck and swirl my tongue, and she cries out, fingers digging in and tugging at my hair.

“You like that, Love?” River asks, watching over her shoulder, fingers grazing her sides. She trembles and nods her head. So fucking responsive.

River points at the club chair in the corner and tells me, “Take off your shirt, sit, and don’t let go of the chair arms.”

Fuck, my cock aches as I do what he demands, doing my best to ignore just how much I like it.

I separate from them and take a seat, the leather cool against my heated back. Mia’s eyes are hot on my chest, and her tongue sneaks out, wetting her bottom lip, still swollen from our kiss.

I clench my fist into the chair arms. I want to grab her, but there’s something so fucking delicious about River being the one in control.

He ushers her closer to where I’m sitting and presses a hand between her shoulders, guiding her to bend at the waist. “Put your hands on his quads, above his knees.”

The way he has her positioned, she has to tilt forward to reach, and it causes her to be off-balance. I groan when her fingers dig into my thighs as she holds herself steady. Her crisp green eyes lock onto mine, and we both struggle to breathe. I’ve never been so hard in my life, waiting for what happens next.

Her eyes close when River runs his hand from her shoulder blades down her spine and cups her ass. “Have you ever been spanked, Mia?”

Her eyes snap open, and a shiver runs through her. Fucking Christ.

“Y…Yes.”

He lifts his hand, and she shifts, following him. “I’m going to spank you now.”

“Yes.” The word comes out as a plea, and she moans when his palm comes down with a sharp snap.

He soothes the sting with slow circles before slipping her underwear off, leaving her naked between us. “I’m going to spank you five more times. Look at him, Mia.”

My dick twitches and leaks in my pants. Her eyes meet mine as her grasp tightens, nails digging into my thighs until I’m sure she’s broken the skin.

“I want you to count after each one. Can you do that for me, Love?” River asks, and Mia rapidly nods her head.

River spanks her again, and her eyes close, mouth dropping open.

“Eyes on me, Kitten.” Her pupils dilate, taking over her irises, and a pink flush crawls up her neck. Oh, I fucking like this.

“One,” she counts. Anticipation thickens the air between us, and even though it’s impossible, I swear I can feel what she does. We breathe in unison, waiting for the next slap.

“Two.” This time, her eyes don’t leave mine, and I have to grip the chair arms harder. Being so close to her when she’s undone like this but not able to touch her is driving me wild. I have no doubt that River knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Three. Four.” With each crack, she settles further into me, and her gaze softens, almost zoned out.

River runs his hand between her thighs. “Fuck, Mia. You’re making a mess for us.”

He brings his fingers to my mouth, and I don’t hesitate to open for him. My eyes roll back when he pushes down on my tongue, opening my mouth wider, and slides deeper. The sweet taste of Mia mixes with a burst of salt from River’s fingers and I groan deep in my throat, licking every last drop.

That should make me pause, but I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

Mia’s taste, her sounds. The fucking feel of her nails cutting into me.

River removes his fingers from my mouth, spanking her one last time, and I can barely make out her sayingfive. Then, he stabilizes her with a hand on her hip and delicately rubs circles along her red-hot skin until she catches her breath.

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