4. Scott
SCOTT
The moment we stepped through the front door of my place, my troublemaker didn’t give me a chance to turn the lights on before she pounced.
And fuck me, I was there for it.
The moment her hands touched my chest, bunching the material of the henley I was wearing, it felt like gas being tossed onto a bonfire after the short but electric, sexually-charged ride home.
Our lips crashed together, teeth scraped, and tongues dueled just before I picked her up, my hands cupping her ass cheeks and pressing her against the front door I had just shut.
It was like we were starving and couldn’t get enough. Oxygen be damned.
I pulled away first, ragged for air, which was unusual for me. I could skate for hours before my lungs burned. Wait a minute, before we do this. I pressed my forehead against hers.
“We should have rules,” I managed to spit out.
“Rules?” My cock wept at the tinge of a whine in her voice. My troublemaker was ready to go, and there I was, like a fucking idiot, saying we needed rules.
“Rules,” I begrudgingly repeated. My dick wanted to kick my ass. “Just so we’re, you know…” My words drifted to nothing as my lips touched hers in a small, sweet kiss.
One of those simple, easy, full-of-familiarity type of kisses I usually avoided, but with her, I wanted a lifetime of them. Lifetime? Shit, I wanted everything with my troublemaker.
“Not complicated?” she guessed, and my eyes caught on hers. Fuck, those pretty, sea-glass green eyes were so captivating they made me lose my train of thought. What the hell was I saying again?
“No names,” she whispered, setting a rule I wasn’t expecting. “At least not tonight. If… if the universe wants us to meet again, then…”
“We will,” I filled in, too impatient. The universe would definitely bring us back together. I would make it so. She nodded, then her hooded gaze moved to my mouth.
“One night,” she added, and it cost me everything not to flinch.
My gut tied into knots at the thought of only having her one night.
So, instead of outright agreeing, I grunted.
“Handsome,” she whispered. Her eyes searched mine, and I knew she was onto me.
But I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t promise her that.
“Shh, I promised you a ride, troublemaker. I don’t break my promises,” I growled, pulling her away from the wall. The sound of her pleasurable gasp went straight through me like a fucking shot of aged whiskey. “Fuck, you feel good in my hands.”
“Do I?” Her hands stroked my shoulders and moved to my face.
In the very next beat, her lips touched mine and my fingers dug into her butt cheeks as we kissed, hot and heavy and completely out of control. All I wanted to do was find the nearest flat surface and rip her clothes off before burying myself deep inside her wet heat.
But I didn’t.
Somehow, I found enough self-restraint to let my lips move away from hers and drop to her neck.
“Handsome,” she moaned sweetly, giving me more access to her neck. I smiled against her flesh because she might want one night with no names, but her body was telling me everything I needed to know.
“You like that, don’t you, troublemaker?” I asked as I continued to lick and nibble at her sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, yes,” she groaned, and the rules were immediately tossed out the window.
With purposeful steps, I made my way through the living room, taking two steps at a time up the stairs and directly to my room, a place I never took the women I brought back here. If I ever had someone over, I fucked them on the couch or in a guest room.
My bedroom was my space, but for whatever godforsaken reason, I was a goddamn goner for her, breaking rules she didn’t know existed. I kicked the door shut behind me, never more thankful for the curtains I’d left open so I could see her beautiful face under the moonlight.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mumbled before setting her down on the ground, making sure her body brushed against mine.
I didn’t want her to have an inkling of a doubt of exactly what kind of hard ride she was about to get.
She stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, her hands on my chest as if she needed me to steady her, and I swear whatever walls I had built around my heart cracked open.
“Change your mind, troublemaker?” I asked, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear. She shook her head and, with a devilish little grin, reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.
“Last one naked is a rotten egg, handsome.” I barked a laugh.
The two of us were like crazy kids disrobing, articles of clothes tossed behind us until we were in nothing but our birthday suits. For a long moment, we just stared at one another.
She was like the Eighth Wonder of the World to me. I’d never seen anyone or anything prettier in my whole existence. Soft feminine curves, smooth olive-toned skin that seemed to have a warm golden hue.
“Holy shit, handsome,” she rasped, breaking the silence between us.
“You’re like…” She licked her lips. “Wow.” Her eyes moved down my chest to my cock.
The impatient fucker jerked beneath her gaze as if screaming for her attention, and she cracked a smug little grin.
“You did that on purpose.” She pointed, and I chuckled.
Fucking chuckled just before sex after she pointed at my dick.
I shook the thought away, not sure where my troublemaker had come from, and shrugged.
“What can I say? He has a mind of his own.” My gaze dipped down, and I couldn’t tear them off her breasts.
The soft swell of her belly and the trimmed hair that covered her pussy.
There was something seriously erotic about seeing hair on her.
She must have noticed and bit down on her bottom lip, and for the first time since meeting her tonight, I sensed a touch of nerves. And fuck me, that was adorable, too.
“I wasn’t planning on, umm… hooking up with anyone tonight, or else I would have planned accordingly.” I smiled, unable to keep my hands to myself. They moved to stroke the soft pelt of dark curls that covered the heaven she kept between her legs.
“Don’t touch it. I like this,” I confessed. A sassy little brow rose.
“How did I know that’s what you were going to say?” I shrugged and swallowed hard.
“You’re like a goddess, troublemaker.” Her eyes flared with confidence, those itty-bitty nerves now visibly gone.
“Then worship me,” she demanded, and I grinned.
“Your wish is my command.” I winked before picking her up and tossing her into the middle of my giant bed.
“Ah!” She laughed. Her body bounced once before I was pulling her by her ankles to the edge of the bed. I dropped down to my knees, pressing kisses to each of her inner thighs.
“You fucking smell incredible. Like fucking vanilla and—“
“Pussy?”
“The best pussy,” I growled and meant it.
I dipped lower, breathing her in deeply before taking my first swipe of her essence.
I groaned and dove in. I couldn’t get enough of her as I licked her from clit to asshole, not shying away from tasting every little bit of her.
Her toes dug into my shoulders when my fingers slid into her tight heat.
One at first. Then a second. Then a third.
“Fucking delicious,” I moaned. “So tight.” I curled a finger at the spongey spot inside of her, and her back arched off the mattress.
“Shit! Right there!” she cried out.
I loved how free she was. How uninhibited.
Giving herself fully to me whether she knew it or not as she didn’t try to bite away a sound.
And what sounds they were. I used to think the crowd cheering, yelling my name or my team’s name in the arena was my favorite sound in the world.
I used to think the scent of fresh ice on the rink was my favorite scent, but she had changed it all.
This tiny woman who was probably too young, too sweet and bubbly for an old guy like me, whose name I didn’t even know, had changed it all.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she panted. Her hands dug into my hair.
I could feel her walls start to tighten around my fingers.
My tongue laved at her clit, swirling around and around.
My jaw started to hurt, but I ignored it.
She was so close, right on the precipice of her orgasm, and I was a fucking bastard because I pulled away, gently slipping my fingers out of her tight sheath.
“What? Why? I was right there!”
“I know.” I grinned. She glared at me while I licked my fingers; her taste only made me throb harder. “Did you know you get sweeter the closer you get to coming?” I asked, completely ready for her to blush or roll her eyes.
But my little troublemaker surprised me. She lifted her naked body, making her full tits bounce and jiggle with the movement.
“Show me.” She opened that pretty mouth of hers. I shook my head with a smirk.
I rose on my haunches and brought my fingers up to her mouth. She didn’t flinch or pull back like some other women would. No, my girl sucked on my fingers, those sea-glass-green eyes locked with mine as she pulled them deeper into her mouth, moaning salaciously before her eyes shut with pleasure.
“You like how you taste, troublemaker?” I rasped, my tone unrecognizable. She nodded but didn’t stop cleaning my fingers. “You like sucking my fingers, too, don’t you, sweetheart?” She opened her eyes, gaze flared to life.
“I got something else for you to suck on, baby,” I taunted, ready for her to deny me before I grabbed a condom and let her finally go for a ride.
But she didn’t.
My troublemaker scrambled off the mattress and kneeled down on the ground just as I stood. The sight of her ready and willing to suck me off had me dangerously close to coming like some teenage boy.
And she hadn’t even touched me.
“Please,” she whispered into the darkness of the room.
I was kicking myself in the ass for not having turned the light on.
The switch was less than six feet away, but even that was too fucking far for me in that moment.
My Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as I jerked my head with a nod and those beautiful eyes of hers brightened.
“Spit on your hand,” I instructed. Her eyes widened, not with surprise or horror but with pure unadulterated excitement.
She spit on her hand, and I nodded. “Now grab my dick. Hold it in your hand like a good girl.” She purred and did as she was told, wrapping her silky-smooth palm around me.
I was so fucking hard, and her hand was so damn small, her fingers didn’t touch the base of me.
The sight of it, the size difference between us, made my hands shake. I wasn’t going to last.
“Stroke me.” My voice cracked, but if she noticed, she didn’t say shit. Her hand started to shuttle up and down my shaft. “Just like that.” My tone dropped, and I had to lock my knees to stop them from buckling beneath me.
“Open you’re pretty, sassy mouth for me.” I liked control in the bedroom, but this was a new side to me, one I had a feeling was exclusive to her. Mine. This gorgeous troublemaker is all mine.
Her eyes twinkled as she did as she was told. “Good girl. Now kiss the tip,” I instructed, and she pressed that pretty, pink pout against the mushroom tip of my cock.
“Fuck, just like that. Now lick me,” I rasped. “Slowly.” I swallowed, the sensations too fucking good. My toes curled into the rug. “Like a lollipop, baby girl.”
Her lips tipped upward before she stuck out her tongue and did as she was told, licking my cock like it was nothing more than a melting ice cream cone. Fuck me, my troublemaker wasn’t going to miss a drop. My chest rose and fell heavily with shallow, ragged breaths.
“Babe.”
“Mmm?” I felt the vibrations of her moan down at the base of my spine. My balls drew up tightly, ready to fill her mouth with my seed.
My little minx went off script and did whatever the hell she wanted. Still holding the base of my throbbing cock, she stroked me. Tighter. Firmer. Her touch was my damn kryptonite until she leaned forward and wrapped those pretty lips around my tip.
“Shit,” I croaked, my hand slipping into her silky hair. “Look at you, taking my cock so fucking beautifully.” Her eyes never wavered from mine.
My nose flared and toes curled, but I couldn’t get myself to look away.
I watched as she bobbed up and down on my cock, her gaze glassy with unshed tears.
Every time it went back into the sweet heaven of her mouth, she took me a little deeper.
Strings of spit connected from her to my cock when she pulled me out, and I knew if she took me back in her mouth…
I wasn’t going to last.
And as much as I wanted to come down her throat, I wanted to watch her fall apart more. I pulled her up under her arms and lifted her up. Without complaining, she wrapped her legs around me. The wetness that coated her sex and thighs rubbed against my lower stomach, and our lips found one another.
I loved kissing her.
Kissing my troublemaker was like coming home—safe and exciting and so damn full of hope for the beautiful future to come.
One night, the sliver of the man I was just a couple hours ago whispered, but I batted the words away.
Fuck it. Rules were meant to be broken.