Page 72 of Playing By The Rules

My gaze lifts to her face, watching as she peels off one of those tiny zit patches, holding it up for me to see. “What’s the big deal?”

“You—well, Ace—caught me at the worst time. I even had those gel strips under my eyes, but I at least managed to take those off.”

“Getting ready for bed?”

She nods, pressing the pimple patch onto the side of an empty water bottle that’s sitting in my center console.

“C’mere.” I like the idea of watching her perform all of her nightly rituals while I’m waiting for her in bed. Applying zit patches and gel strips to her face. Brushing her wet hair. Admiring her firm body in the barely-there clothes she wears to sleep in. The shorts she’s currently got on should be borderline criminal. Her ass is practically falling out of them.

If she were going to bed with me on a regular basis, there would be no need to wear clothes. I’d only strip them off of her eventually.

Blair frowns. “I’m right here.”

“Come down here. With me.” I unfold my arms, resting my hands on her hips as she dips down, her face in mine, our lips colliding in a soft kiss.

She keeps kissing me until I part my lips, my tongue sneaking out to meet hers. It’s on at that moment. Our tongues glide against each other in a subtle rhythm, her body starting to move. Back and forth across my dick, making me groan. She grinds a little, a whimper leaving her when she hits a particular spot and I let her use me to hopefully get off.

I slide my hands up, beneath the offensive T-shirt, cupping her tits. Another whimper sounds and she arches her chest into my palms, as if she wants more.

I’ll gladly give her more.

I knead her flesh, rub my thumbs across her distended nipples, playing with them. Her whimpers turn into moans, her hips working, sliding over my cock, rubbing shamelessly. Our mouths are still fused, me swallowing her panting breaths, continuing to let her use my body for her pleasure. I remove my hands from beneath her shirt, her noise of disappointment obvious, but when I grab handfuls of her ass, the sad sound disappears. Replaced by a ragged moan that I swallow.

Slipping my fingers beneath the fabric of her too-short shorts, I splay my hands across her ass cheeks, pinning her in place. Letting her feel what she’s doing to me. My cock fucking throbs, it’s so eager to get inside her, but I know that’s not going to happen.

Not tonight.

Instead, I keep her there for a few more seconds and then I start to move her over me. Establishing a steady pace that has her rocking.

“Oh God.” She gasps when she shifts her pussy over my dick. Christ, I can feel her. Hot and wet and dying for it.

Dying for me.

I don’t say a word. Just grip her perfect ass and move her back and forth over my erection, my fingers sliding closer and closer to the heat of her pussy. It wouldn’t take much to sink my fingers inside her from behind. Test her. See how wet she is.

I imagine she’s pretty soaked. I can smell her, for fuck’s sake. That musky, sweet scent filling the confines of my car, making me dizzy. Making my mouth water.

I’d love to go down on her. Lick that perfect little pussy from ass to clit and make her shriek with pleasure, having her come in seconds. She’d taste like heaven. She feels like an angel in my arms. Mythical and sweet and eager to please.

Me.

It’s not about me in this moment though. It’s all about her.

Breaking the kiss, I slide my lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling her skin. I finally give her what I think she wants, my fingers dipping into the heat of her pussy from behind and she cries out. Throwing her head back and giving me better access to her neck.

“Cam.” She pants my name when I slip a finger inside her, all the way in. Her greedy pussy swallows my finger, throbbing all around it and I add another. “I’m—I’m going to come.”

I start to pump my fingers in and out of her welcoming body, shifting away from her neck so I can watch her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks suffused with color, those perfect lips parted, her chest heaving. Her brows draw together in seeming concentration as she basically grinds her clit against my cock, and I increase my pace, fucking her with my fingers, her chest moving faster. Faster…

“Oh God.” The two words fall from her lips on a gasp, her body straining, nothing moving. Like she’s frozen. Just before the orgasm sweeps over her, making her shudder and shake.

It fucking kills me to watch her come while wearing that stupid shirt, and without thinking, I remove my hand from her pussy and reach toward her, gripping the bottom of the T-shirt with both hands and giving it a firm tug. It rips easily, the fabric old and soft, tearing in a jagged line straight up the middle, stopping at the neck. It hangs from her, exposing her chest and I sit up, wrapping my lips around one pink nipple before I start to suck.

Another anguished cry leaves her, her hands coming round the back of my head, clutching me to her. I suck and lick one nipple before delivering the same treatment to the other, savoring the taste of her sweet skin, her fingers tugging on my hair. Like all she wants is more.

That’s all I want too.

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