Page 74 of Your Rule to Break

Zack starts by peppering kissing from the sensitive spot behind my knee all the way up to the back of my thighs.

He stops, right in front of my entrance, and lightly blows on it.

Fuck.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“As long as you don’t stop.” My words tumble out onto one another.

He takes a finger and swipes, checking my wetness.

“It’s a good thing you weren’t wearing panties. We’d have to ring them out.”

Zack kisses me, around all the areas besides the ones where I want his mouth. He grips the backs of my thighs and doesn’t touch me anywhere else.

I shift my hips, clearly impatient.

“You’ve been so patient. So good. I shouldn’t make you wait any longer, should I?” He starts to insert a finger and stops.

“No, you shouldn’t,” I whisper breathlessly.

And he doesn’t. He inserts one finger, pumping in and out of me, and then he adds another. I groan, and he picks up the pace. They move easily with the wetness, and I find myself leaning further forward, wanting more from him.

“You’re taking these fingers so well. You’re so wet for me.”

Zack then puts his tongue where his fingers were and kisses me, before using his tongue. I whimper and when his fingers reach forward, finding my clit, I almost cry out but then remember I’m out on the balcony.

“Can you keep quiet, like a good girl?” Zack asks, pulling his mouth from me for a second too long.

“Uh huh,” I answer, my breath ragged and eager.

“That’s my girl.” And he’s back to using his mouth and his tongue on me.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” I do my best to keep my voice a whisper.

Zack smacks my ass with one hand, the other still working me, and I have to press my lips down to keep my sounds muffled. It’s not lost on me that I’m outside, in a place with other people, no matter if I can see them or not.

I keep pressing my hips further into him, rolling into his touch, finding the right angle, needing more pressure. Zack turns his face and it’s hitting me just right. I’m gripping the railing so tight my hands are starting to cramp.

It hurts but I fucking loveit. Need it.

My orgasm builds, each touch from Zack’s tongue, lips, fingers, bringing me closer. It’s frustratingly delicious and I’m about to reach the place I’ve dreamt about.

“My girl,” Zack moans into me with his mouth, his fingers still filling me.

The vibrations from his words is what puts me over the edge. My center throbs and finally explodes with the release I’ve needed. My legs shake as I come all over his mouth, his fingers, and he doesn’t stop. The shocks keep coming, one after another, each one hitting harder than the one before.

I try to let go of the railing when Zack says, “Don’t let go. Not yet.”

He stands up, gripping my hips and rubbing his erection into me. I hear him grab his belt buckle and undo it—I’m practically drooling, craving him every way I can take him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

We freeze when someone knocks aggressively on the door.

“We’re all set. We don’t need anything tonight, ” Zack calls out, hopefully shooing whatever the resort is trying to bring us.

“It’s Mitch.”