Page 66 of Your Rule to Break
I gag but have no intentions of stopping.
“You’re going to—” Zack tries to take a breath “—make me come.” He picks his head and shoulders up from the bed and then throws them back.
I smile, kissing the tip of his cock and say, “That’s the point.”
Trying to mimic what I was doing before, his dick is more sensitive in my mouth, and I feel him writhing beneath me. He moves his hips, getting the angle and pressure just right. I wrap my hands tighter around the base of his thick shaft and stroke quickly as I suck the top, matching the pace.
His hands find my hair, and he pulls enough to let me know he’s there. “EJ, I'm going to —” Zack gasps.
I hear his warning, but it just spurs me on. The power I feel, being able to make him feel this good, to talk to me like that. I'm a woman obsessed. I want him to finish in my mouth.
Which is exactly what happens. Zack contracts with his climax, his hands pressing my head just where he wants it, and he spills down my throat.
I swallow and shift off my heels to face him, and his mouth grabs mine before I can even think about what’s next. He kisses me like I’m a life force, like he needs me to keep going. It’s intense, rough, and I love it. The feeling of being needed is so underrated.
He rolls us over, so I’m on the bottom and he hovers on top of me. He bites down my throat and all the way down the front of me. He only stops when he reaches the top of my leggings.
And then his phone rings.
His head falls forward on me while it rings in the kitchen.
“Should you get that?” I ask.
“I really don’t want to.”
When the phone finishes ringing, he looks back at me, smiling and devilish. He runs his hands up the front of my thighs until his fingers touch the band.
But his phone starts ringing again, this time a different tone.
“This has to be a fucking joke,” he says, closing his eyes. “That’s my sister. I should answer it. Don’t move.” Zack stands up, pulls his shorts back up, and closes the bedroom door.
I do what I’m told but his time away quickly turns into minutes, and keep dragging, until I’m no longer itching to be touched. I look at the clock to see that almost twenty minutes have passed. I don’t want to interrupt, so I sit quietly on my bed.
A few moments later, Zack slowly opens my bedroom door, but he doesn’t look like the same man I was with before the phone call.
Immediately, I snap to attention. “What’s wrong?”
“My dad is fine. My sister is not. She and my mom are freaking out. Apparently, my dad said he had a work thing but came home almost black-out drunk.” He sits on the bed, running his hands through his messy hair before rubbing his face. “I don’t know what’s going on with him, and my sister and mom want me to have the answers.”
“Have you talked to your dad?”
“No, apparently he came home and immediately passed out. Acted like it was no big deal.”
Concern etches in the lines of his face, in his forehead, around his eyes. It looks like he might start to cry. The man is tapped out.
“I’m so tired,” Zack whispers. “Mentally. I don’t have the answers.”
I sit next to him, lean my head on his shoulder, and say, “I have an idea. Let’s get ready for bed. Take a hot shower and we’ll get some sleep. Sometimes issues like this need a little space.”
“I can sleep here tonight?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.
I put my hands on the side of his face and give him a sweet kiss. “Of course.”
After getting him everything he’d need in the master suite, I grab a quick shower in the guest bathroom. I think we both need a little space; Zack for thinking through whatever is going on with his family, and I need to not distract him.
Plus, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands to myself.
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