Page 35 of Beyond the Rules
“Hands up.” He kissed her ear. “Remember? I get to drive thispuppy.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at Tanner and gave him a slow, naughty smile I craved on the spot. She lifted her hands in the air then crossed her wrists over her head in full surrender. Tanner brought the vibrator up to her mouth. She pursed her lips around the angled tip and moistened it with her tongue. I was screwed. She was hitting all my buttons and I wasn’t eventouchingher.
I pressed the cold beer bottles against my groin, trying to ice the fire blazing through my erection. The chill barely registered through my jeans. I bet those beers went instantly hot, microwaved with the heat radiating frommycock.
Tanner returned the vibrator to Nina’s pussy and pressed the wet tip against her opening. The dildo sank in. The top few inches got lost in her tight little slit. My hard on only got harder, straining my zipper in a bid to get the hell out of my pants. Tanner swirled the dildo in her sheath and angled the vibrator’s secondary attachment against her clit. She cried out and her ass almost came off the chair. Man, she was stunning in her feralstate.
She smiled up at Tanner, her mouth reaching for his, eyes burning with need and glowing with arousal. Tanner kissed her and, clicking on the vibrator, upped the power. The dildo purred at a higher pitch. She let out a groan that sent my lust spiking as sheboredown.
Jesus fucking Christ. I’d seen a lot of hot sex in my life, been part of it too, but this? This I’d never forget, not only because it was graphic and erotic, but because she was enjoying it so much, replying to Tanner’s mouth with such passion, eating him up just like her body was gulping down thesilicon.
My cock wanted to relieve the dildo. I wanted to be inside of her, buzzing her with the vibration shaking my frame. More so when Tanner lifted her T-shirt to expose a pair of pale, round breasts, enough for a handful, or even better, a mouthful. Hell yes, I wanted those oversized pink nipples in my mouth, compressed against my palate, stretched to the pull of my draw. I wanted to steal her from Tanner and explore her mouth with my tongue. Hell, I wanted to strap her to my bed and fuck her until she screamedmyname.
But it wasn’t my name she was screaming as she began to rattle with the orgasm that stretched and elongated her body before she snapped back like a rubber band. And it wasn’t me holding her as she curled in Tanner’s arms in the aftermath, enjoying the waves of pleasure that powered her sweet, seductivemoans.
I wanted to be with her, with a woman who came like that, hard, fiercely, intensely. She came honestly and without pretense, unapologetically, giving all ofherself.
She doesn’t like you.She’d never want you. Especially if she knew what you liked. I backed away from the door, marched down the stairs and, abandoning the bottles on the counter, grabbedmykeys.
Aiden was working on his ATV in the garage. “Where are yougoing?”
“I need to blow off some steam,” I said, getting in thetruck.
“Will you be back fordinner?”
“Negative.” I slammed the door. It was a lot of steam toblowoff.
This was gonnabehell.
Chapter9
Nina
I curled up in Tanner’s lap, enjoying the lingering effects of my orgasm, basking in a release that helped reset my emotions. He held me as if I were something precious, as if he valued my pleasure and maybe even my company. Never before had I felt so comfortable and close to another human being. I tilted up my head and planted a quick kiss on Tanner’schiseledchin.
“Can I ask you aquestion?”
“Sure,” he said. “Shoot.”
“Why aren’t you fucking merightnow?”
“Jesus, Nina, the thingsyouask.”
“I’m serious.” I caressed his face with the back of my hand. “It’syourturn.”
He kissed my knuckles and smiled. “We’ve got rules in this house, and you comefirst.”
“I have come first, twice, literally.” I loved the way he burst out laughing. “Care to tell me more about the houserules?”
“We all agree,” he said, sobering up. “Your health is like your consent.Mandatory.”
They’d obviously talked this through. I liked their point of view. I was frankly impressed by the care they put into their choices and secretly elated to be at the center of theirattentions.
“Tanner Vazquez, we are not waiting to jump in the sack.” I poked a knuckle at his chest. “I’ll go mad with lust. So don’tmakeme.”
“You need time.” He rubbed at his chest. “To get to know us. To trust us. We don’t want to mess up thisrelationship.”
Relationship? The way he talked, you’d think I was special or something. He was acting like a guy who didn’t just want to have sex with me, but as if he wanted to build a lasting connection. Actually, he was talkingwe—in plural—as if all of them had agreed on this ‘relationship’ and it wasn’t justaboutsex.