Page 26 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

U nwilling to wait for me to sort my shit out, Casey sits up and reaches for my waistband.

In a heartbeat, she has the fabric around my thighs, her fingers circling my length.

“Fuck, Casey. Fuck,” I bark, my hips jerking forward with my need for her to move. Although, the second she does, I’m pretty sure I’m going to blow.

“Get out of your head. This is happening.”

I nod, unable to form words as she leans forward and licks my tip.

“Fuck,” I groan, sinking my fingers into her hair, holding her in place.

She’s right. This is fucking happening.

One way or another, I need to figure out how to get her out of my system tonight.

I have a fleeting concern about Linc and the fact he’ll appear at some point to crash, but then she wraps her lips around the head of my dick and all thoughts clear from my mind.

The only thing that matters right now is her.

“That’s it,” I groan, pushing myself deeper into her mouth—not that she needs the encouragement. “Fuck, Casey. Your mouth is sinful. ”

My grip on her hair tightens, but she doesn’t complain. If anything, it only spurs her on to take me deeper.

My balls ache as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.

It really was as good as I remember.

No, that isn’t true.

It’s better.

“Fuuuck,” I groan as my release surges froward.

With one hand wrapped around the base of my dick, she lifts the other one to play with my balls, and I fucking lose it.

Staring down at her wearing my fucking jersey, I shoot my load down her throat. My loud groan bounces off the walls around us as she takes it all.

My head spins as pleasure shoots through every inch of my body.

Fuck. I needed that.

Once she’s confident I’m done, she pulls back and licks the tip clean.

“Fuck, you’re something else,” I muse as she rests back on her palms and gazes up at me.

I swear to God, she’s the most tempting fucking thing on the planet.

You shouldn’t be touching her , a little voice whispers, but it’s so quiet, it’s easy to shove it aside as I grab her thighs and force her to lie back on the bed.

“Gonna eat your pussy while you’re wearing my number,” I tell her as I drag her panties down her legs. I ball them up and lift them to my nose, inhaling the scent I’ve been craving since walking away from her that night.

Her eyes widen and her lips part as she watches me get my fill of her.

Stuffing them under the mattress for later, I kick my slacks and boxers off and drop to my knees. I spread her wide, my attention zeroing in on her pretty pussy.

“So fucking perfect.”

Leaning forward, I trail kisses down her thigh, stopping before I get to the spot she really wants me.

“Kodie,” she complains, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her hips lifting from the bed in an offering.

Hearing my name rolling off her lips in nothing but a desperate plea isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before.

My cock jerks, already hard again for the next round.

But that won’t be happening until I’ve heard her screaming my name.

I didn’t realize how much I missed that our first time, but now I crave hearing it over and over again.

Shifting to her other thigh, I give that the same treatment, loving the way her entire body is trembling with anticipation.

“I thought you said you were going to eat my pussy,” she complains.

“Be a good girl and I might,” I taunt, kissing the patch of hairless skin right above her clit.

It’s the ultimate tease, and she groans in frustration.

“Please, Kodie. Please.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes locked on hers.

Silently, she dares me to take exactly what both of us need as her sweet scent fills my nose.

My mouth waters and my cock is painfully hard all over again.

Will it ever be enough with her?

I’m fucking terrified it won’t.

If tonight isn’t enough to get her out of my system, what happens next?

I shake my head, refusing to worry about what comes next when she’s lying right here like an offering.

“I don’t ever want you in Storm’s jersey again,” I demand like a possessive asshole before giving her what she wants.

“KODIE,” she cries, her hips jumping from the bed, but with one arm pressed across her hips, I hold her in place as I begin sucking on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“So fucking sweet,” I mutter against her.

Her fingers thread in my hair, and she attempts to drag me closer.

“More. Please,” she begs.

Lifting my hand, I find her slick entrance and push two fingers inside her.

She’s tight, and knowing just how fucking insane it’s going to feel pushing balls deep inside her makes my cock twitch impatiently.

“Oh my god,” she cries when I curl my fingers, gently grazing her G-spot as my teeth pinch her clit.

Continuing to pin her to the bed, I don’t let up until she’s moaning and coming all over my face.

Best fucking feeling ever.

I lick and suck until she’s limp and exhausted.

Her eyes are barely open as I pull my fingers from inside her and climb to my feet. But the second I push those digits into my mouth and suck them clean, they open again, desire sparkling.

Twisting around, I grab my wallet from the side and pull out some new condoms.

Did I purchase them with memories of Casey filling my head? Maybe.

Did I also slip them into my wallet on the very slim chance that I might run into her again? Also maybe.

Casey’s eyes light up when I drop four onto the bed beside her.

It’s wishful thinking. We’re on the clock here. At any point, Linc could return and put an end to this.

Briefly, I glance at the door. I’ve deadlocked it from the inside, but that isn’t going to stop him from interrupting.

If he returns while she’s still here and it’s locked, he’s going to demand to know why.

We should have gone to her room instead.

“Kodie?” Casey questions, her voice quiet and unsure.

I turn, my eyes finding hers, and something potent and addictive shoots between us.

No, I’m nowhere near ready to let her go.

Pressing my knee into the mattress, I settle between her legs and reach for her.

“As much as I fucking love seeing you in my jersey, I want to see your body,” I explain, removing her jersey and bra in a rush, my hands immediately cupping her breasts.

Casey’s head falls back on a moan as I pinch her nipples.

“Yes,” she whimpers as I duck my head and suck.

Her hands wrap around my shoulders as she arches back, offering herself up to me.

My body burns in the best possible way.

Little shots of pain head straight for my dick as her nails rake my skin.

“Need you inside me,” she moans as I kiss up her chest in search of her lips.

“Patience,” I muse before claiming her lips in a life-altering kiss.

I didn’t realize anything was wrong in my life, but the second she’s in my arms, everything feels right in a way I’ve never experienced before.

She shifts in my hold and when I pull back, I find that she’s got a condom pinched between her fingers, the wrapper already discarded on the bed.

“Sit back,” she instructs, and I’m powerless but to do as I’m told, remembering how incredible it was to watch her roll the rubber on last time.

The second she’s done, she lies back, offering herself up for me.

Her eyes are dark, her lips swollen and her chest heaving. Her nipples are hard and needy. And as I drag my gaze down her stomach, I find her pussy glistening and desperate.

“Kodie,” she whimpers, her voice rocking through me, feeding my desire.

My eyes jump to hers again, and suddenly, our connection becomes overwhelming.

As much as this should just be sex, fucking to get it out of our systems, the tightness in my chest leads me to believe that it could be more.

And I can’t afford that.

Needing to squash whatever it is that’s crackling between us, I reach for her waist and flip her over.

It’ll be easier if she’s not looking at me with those big green eyes.

“Hands and knees,” I bark before pulling my arm back and spanking her ass.

She squeals in surprise, but she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she pushes her ass toward me, silently asking for more.

“Dirty girl,” I muse before wrapping my hand around my dick and guiding it toward her.

Precum leaks from just the thought of pushing inside her again.

“Kodie,” she moans, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

My heart slams against my ribs the second I look into her eyes.

It’s too much.

Everything is too fucking much.

Reaching out, I wrap her long, wavy hair around my fist and shove her face into the pillow, stopping her from looking at me as I push just the head inside her.

My eyes slam closed as pleasure surges through me.

I’m barely even inside her, and yet, I swear it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Kodie,” she begs.

Fuck. I can’t take hearing that.

Thrusting my hips forward, I fill her in one quick move, making her cry out, her body jumping up the bed with my power.

I tighten my grip on her hair, my other hand wrapping around her hip as I pull out.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her pussy rippling around me.

The sensation is insane, and I grit my teeth, attempting to control my body. I’ve already blown too fast once.

This is going to be the last time we’re together, and I don’t want her to look back and laugh.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I thrust back inside her before setting a punishing pace.

I don’t know which one of us I’m torturing. Her because she’s so goddamn perfect that I can’t help wanting to keep her, or me for being so weak, for breaking the rules, for being selfish and taking what I want without worrying about the consequences.

Whatever it is, I take it out on her body—and she loves every single moment of it.

As the bed slams against the wall, she cries out, begs, and whimpers, taking everything I give her.

When she comes, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to fall over the edge with her.

I tell myself that I need to give her two. Or three, if you count the previous one.

I want her to walk out of this hotel room satisfied, and hopefully with some good memories.

My chest aches at just the thought of what I’m going to have to do once this is over.

It can’t happen again.

I can’t risk my career, my life.

As much as it might hurt, I’m going to have to turn my back on her and find a way to put her behind me.

Easier said than done when it seems that the Vipers literally flow through her veins. Just like her father.

My coach.

Never in my life have I disrespected someone I admire and look up to like I am right now.

Shame burns through me, but it’s not as hot as the desire.

That’ll come later.

I’m going to fucking drown in it.

But right now, I need her, and I’ll allow myself to indulge one final time.

Tightening my grip on her hair, I pull her body up so her back is pressed to my front.

My other hand slides down her stomach until my fingers hit her clit.

“Oh god. Kodie. Yes.” Her head falls back against my shoulder as I keep fucking her.

“Come for me, Casey,” I groan in her ear, barely holding back.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as I pinch her clit and send her crashing over the edge.

Her pussy grips me in a tight hold as her orgasm takes her, and I can’t hold mine back any longer.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan as my movement falters and I allow myself to be swallowed whole.

Fire shoots through my veins as I unload.

It’s fucking insane. But long before I finish, I already regret it.

Because I know I’m never going to experience it again.

No other woman is ever going to stand up to Casey.

No one.

Releasing her, I let her crash to the bed as I suck in greedy lungfuls of air and climb to my feet.

I’m pulling the rubber from my softening cock as I stalk to the bathroom.

I don’t look back to see her. I can’t. She’s going to look beautifully fucked; her chest will be heaving as she tries to catch her breath, and her skin will be glistening.

If I see it, I’ll want another round.

But this isn’t about what I want.

It’s about doing the right thing. Finally.

I pause when I’m in the bathroom doorway and close my eyes, summoning the courage to do what I need to do.

Blowing out a long breath, I find the words that need to be said.

“You have five minutes to grab your shit and get out.” My voice is rough and cold, and I fucking hate it. But I don’t know what else to do.

Not a second later, I slam the bathroom door, flinching at the loudness.

For the longest time, I stand there in the middle of the bathroom, talking myself down from going back out there, apologizing, and telling her what I really want.

But I don’t.

Instead, I wait, listening to her movement before eventually, the hotel room door is opened. The second it falls closed behind her, I stumble forward, catching myself on the counter.

I keep my head down for fear of what I’ll see reflected in the mirror before me.

But eventually, I can’t put it off any longer.

Guilt and shame threaten to swallow me whole as I look myself dead in the eyes.

“Goodbye, Casey,” I whisper as if it’ll help.

It won’t.