Page 21 of House Rules
He leans over me and gently bites my shoulder, like he’s leaving his mark on me. “I want my cum inside you. I want to fill your mouth with it, your ass, your sweet pussy.”
“Yes,” I hiss out.
“I’m clean,” he says. “Tell me you’re on the pill so I can get rid of this fucking condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” He pulls out and discards the condom. “Oh, and I’m clean,” I say.
He lifts me from the bed, and I stand on wobbly legs, wondering what he’s up to. He touches my lips. “If my cock didn’t taste like rubber, I’d be wrecking this mouth again.”
I truthfully don’t care how he tastes. I’m about to drop to my knees when he pulls the tie from around his neck and falls to the bed, pulling me on top of him. I straddle him, my pussy wide open as I stretch my thighs around his big body.
“Time to fuck hard. I want to feel your cum drip down my balls. Then I’m going to fill you with my cum, and I want you to take every drop of it in. Don’t you dare spill any.”
I wouldn’t dream of it.
I swallow, my nipples so damn hard they ache. He slides the tie around my body and binds my hands so my chest sticks out even more. Lifting slightly, he draws one hard bud into his mouth and bites down. I feel the pleasure and pain all the way to my sex.
He grips the back of my head, his fingers tight on my neck as he guides me down over his cock. He tugs and impales me so deeply it chases the air from my lungs. A gasp catches in my throat as his rough hands move to my shoulders to press me down harder, forcing me to take him even deeper. Heat bursts through me, obliterating every thought.
I ride him, and his hands go to my ribcage to lift me up and down. His fingers sink into my skin, and I tremble all over. I grind against him, and his hips power upward, filling me, destroying me so beautifully.
Beneath me, Sean inhales a ragged breath, and while I want to touch him, there is something so erotic in the way my hands are tied behind my back. My breasts bounce with the motion, and as he zeroes in on them, pleasure centers between my legs.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says.
Seeing him so aroused spikes my desire, and another orgasm pulls at me. “Sean,” I cry out as I feel a rush of wetness between my legs.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Come all over me, Kennedy.”
I continue to scream his name, so lost in bliss, so delirious with ecstasy, I can barely make out his words. I hover over him, shaking, gasping, the room fading in and out of existence as fireworks blast off inside my brain. He grabs my hips and holds me down, and I throw my head back and nearly sob as he shoots his seed high inside me. I clench around him, holding every precious drop inside.
“You are fucking incredible,” he says, and drags my mouth to his. His kisses are less rough, more tender, but just as powerful. I kiss him back and struggle to get the things I feel for this man under control. He holds me for a long time, until his cock grows flaccid, then he lifts me from his hips, settles me beside him, and snuggles me in close.
I yawn, and he chuckles. “Boring you, am I?”
I chuckle with him, sleep clawing at me. “You’re anything but.”
He pulls me in tighter, his warm body, and the steady beat of his heart against my cheek lulling me to sleep. “Tomorrow,” he whispers. “Tomorrow we’ll play Truth or Dare. Right now, you need sleep.”
“Okay,” I say, for lack of anything else.
“Night, Kitten.”
“Night.” I’m about to drift off when something niggles in the back of my brain and wakes me. Did he call me Kennedy? I angle my head and take in his face, his closed eyes, his soft breathing sounds. If he slipped out of the fantasy and called me by my name, is it possible that he might want more than just a weekend of sex? Did I dare hope?
When he begins to snore lightly, I slide from the bed and tiptoe into the bathroom. I step over Sean’s clothes and turn on the water, but when I see a key card sticking out of his shirt pocket, I turn the tap off and bend to pick it up. The little white envelope has a room number and the name Deanna scribbled across it. Was Deanna the girl from the cocktail bar? Is it possible that while I was schmoozing his boss, he was making a date with another woman?
The Sean I knew always was a player…
My heart freezes, and I drop the envelope like it just lit on fire. Stepping back, I hold my hands to my chest and try to get my emotions under control. Sean has a key card to another woman’s room. I feel stupid tears threaten and swipe them away. Why the hell did I let myself believe there could be more between us? I came to him playing a game, and he was playing one with me in return. I have no right to be upset that he has some woman’s room key. I never even came right out and told him who I was, for God’s sake.
I stand there for a few more minutes, breathing past the tightness in my throat as I think about my adventure and strategize my next move. I came here for epic sex, nothing more. Now that I’ve had it, it’s time to grab my things and get back to reality.
I slip into the room and go still when Sean stirs on the bed. How the hell am I going to get out of here without waking him? Last time I snuck out before morning, he was angry. But that was before our weekend was over. Now, would he even care?
Chapter Eight
Sean
