Page 65 of Your Rule to Break
I arch my back, pushing my tits into him. He immediately puts a nipple in his mouth, frantic, like he can’t get enough. I sigh out a heavy breath and tip my head back. His fingers grasp my other, rolling the bud back and forth, pinching.
“Harder,” I ask.
Zack smiles into my skin, I can feel it. Then he bites with his teeth, playful, but the pressure is exactly what I was hoping for. His fingers flick the nipple not in his mouth before squeezing more than he was.
He switches his mouth and fingers, and each time he nips, sucks, or flicks his tongue, I know I'm about to be soaking wet, and he’s still completely clothed.
“I wanted these perfect tits in my mouth earlier in the dressing room.”
“How bad?” I say between sighs and a groan.
He lets out a frenzied laugh before tipping his chin up. “Fucking bad. Like, walked around thinking of crocheting and baseball and anything that wasn’t remotely hot, longer than was appropriate, to take care of mysituation.” His eyes look down toward his crotch, where I can feel his erection again.
Fuck.I’ve thought of him. What he’d feel like. In my hand, in my mouth.
I put my hands on the front of his shoulders and push him back on the bed. Grinding on top of him, with fabric still separating us, I purr, “Seems like we have another situation.” The words coming out of my mouth surprise me—I'm rarely this forward or confident.
“You give me many situations,” he laughs, his hands digging into my hips.
My hands find the top of his shorts, my fingers toying with the band. I stand up and pull them down to see him straining,and I mean straining, against his navy-blue briefs. I touch him, stroking through the fabric, and he moans at the sensation.
It’s official. Zack Andersen moaning is one of the best sounds I've ever heard. Goosebumps pop up on my arms and neck.
“Should we talk about this?” he asks.
I lean back, keeping my hands to myself. “I’m doing what feels right. Is that okay?”
“Fuck yes. I don’t want you to ever stop.” His hands run up my outer thighs over my leggings. “I haven’t been with anyone since the charity event this summer. I get tested monthly and there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
I didn’t think he had been, but the thought of him committing to our fake dating—or whatever the hell we’re doing now—makes something inside me sing.
“My last partner was in July and I’m all good for you, too.” Within seconds, I have my hands inside his briefs and pulling them down.
I’ve not seen a ton of men naked, but the ones I have did a terrible job of preparing me for this. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he’s much bigger than that. I look at my hand to try and make a comparison.
“Are you okay?” Zack asks as I’m taking him in.
“I mean, maybe? I don’t even know if I can fit that in my mouth.” I rub my lips with the back of my hand.
“First, you can’t say shit like that. I'm going to come before you even fucking touch me. And second, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I smirk at him calling me out and then say, “No, I want to.”
I place a kiss on the head of his dick, a bead of precum already formed at the top, now on my lips. Looking up, I see Zack watching me, which makes me want to burst into flames.
My hands slowly stroke him, up and down, until I put the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. I run my tongue from the head to the base and then pepper him with slow kisses.
Zack moans and shivers—it makes me want to give him everything.
I put him in my mouth, as much as I can take, and moan at the fullness.
“Fuck,” he sucks in a breath, “that’s so hot.”
I look up for a second to see him still watching me, but his hands gripping my comforter has me trying to take more of him.
I suck him and use my hands at the base, where my mouth can’t reach. Zack lets out a breath through his teeth, and I can feel his muscles contracting.
His breathing is ragged as I change up the pressure of my mouth and my hands. I move my head to give him different angles and try to take more of him.