Page 65 of Rule Number Five
She moved within range, and I pulled her between my legs, her hands coming up to my shoulders as she dipped her lips down to mine. It didn’t take much to move our kiss from a light morning touch to deep, hungry pulls.
She gripped my hair, and my head tilted back, bringing her head down beside my ear. Her teeth ran over the shell before nipping the soft bottom, making me groan in approval.
“You’re going to make me late.”
“Where are you going?” My hands glided up her legs, grabbing the firm globes of her ass. I was leaving to spend spring break with my mom tonight, and it sure felt like she was skipping out on me. I wanted to ask her to come, but my pride got in the way, not wanting to hear her say no. She was staying here over the week. She’d brushed off the question of why she wasn’t going back home.
“I’m covering Mia’s shift. I barely have time to get home for my work clothes. Then I’ll be rushing to work.” Her lips grazed my neck, and her soft breath fanned out over my skin. A shudder worked its way through me at her gentle touch. She shifted her gaze down to my noticeable erection that was barely covered by the sheet. Her tongue came out, wetting her bottom lip, and I squeezed her ass harder, stealing a moan from her mouth. I spread my hand over the side of her waist, and the other drifted up to cup her breast. “What time do you get done?”
She dropped her head to mine and let out a long breath. “Not until after you leave.”
My grip tightened, not liking that this would be the last time I saw her for a week. “Call in sick.”
She straightened, taking a raspy breath, and stepped back. “I’ve got to go.”
I was sure she was trying to sound stern, but it came out breathy.
“Call in late.”
She searched my gaze for several seconds before firing off a quick text, tossing her phone on the floor. “We’ve got a half hour. Think you can work with that?”
I didn’t waste any time lifting her off the ground and pinning her to the bed beneath me. “Trouble, I’m going to use every second to make you remember exactly who you’re waiting for.” I kissed down the column of her neck, sucking hard, and bit the reddened skin, leaving marks all over her. That way, she’d think of me every time she looked in a mirror. She hummed in the back of her throat and tipped her head, making room for me. My girl wanted to be marked.
I pulled off her shirt, rolled down the cup of her bra, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped when I bit the sensitive skin of her breast and left marks where only she could see.
“Jax.” Her voice sounded desperate for release, and I made quick work of sliding my hand under her panties.
I groaned when my fingers slipped over her slick folds and dragged her arousal from her opening over her clit until she squirmed beneath my touch.
“You will not touch yourself when I’m gone,” I commanded, pressing harder on her clit, and she whimpered, climbing desperately closer to her orgasm.
I removed the pressure, enjoying her cry of protest that I was keeping what she needed most away from her, but I had to hear it. “Your pussy is mine, Trouble. Now say it.”
She squirmed under my hand, trying to chase the friction for herself, but I pinned her hips down with my forearm.
She glared up at me, anger mixed with frustration clear in her gaze. I nipped on her bottom lip, then soothed it with my tongue. I breathed against her. “I need to hear you say it. I need to know that I’m the only one who gets to make you come. Not even you.”
Her breath whooshed out of her, and she bit my lower lip, sharp enough to leave a mark. “You’re the only one that gets to make me come.”
I growled in satisfaction and drove my fingers into her core, hooking them toward the soft spot at the front. I rubbed her clit in continuous circles and watched her climb closer and closer to her orgasm. Her eyes closed, just at the peak, and I groaned, “Eyes open, Sidney. I want to see exactly how you look when you come apart for me.”
Her lids flew open, and she took in several deep breaths, so close she whimpered for me to push her over. I drove in a third finger, scissoring them to take up more room, and her pussy pulsed around my fingers as her orgasm broke through her.
I collapsed beside her and murmured in her ear. “You look so pretty when you come for me. I’m going to miss this sweet pussy of yours, and you’re lucky you have to go to work because I would’ve fucked you until you couldn’t walk if we had more time.”
She made an incoherent sound, and I kissed the top of her head, blowing out a breath.
“I’ll walk you out.”
Sidney made a sound of protest but climbed off me, adjusting her clothes into place, and her eyes rounded as the sheet dropped, and my cock bobbed at her attention. A wicked smile crossed my lips, but I grabbed a pair of sweats, watching her eyes as she stared until I was fully covered. I licked my bottom lip, satisfaction coursing in my veins at the deep purple bruises collaring her neck.
She looked up at me, unable to hide the disappointment pinching the corner of her eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I circled her with my arms. “You’re the one who’s going to be late.”
She huffed but took my hand, following me to the front door. Before she could escape through it, I lowered my mouth just above hers. She froze in place, waiting for me to move, and her tongue snuck out, licking her bottom lip in anticipation.
I kept my mouth just out of reach, needing her to reach for me. “You’re going to have to kiss me, Trouble.” My voice was barely above a whisper.