Page 23 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

ISABELLA

I don’t even remember how the hell we got to my dorm, but honestly, I don’t care. All I can focus on is the feel of Ryan’s lips on mine, how his kisses make my entire body burn, how every touch of his hands seems to set fire to my skin.

The door clicks shut behind us, and as soon as it does, he’s on me again.

His groan is desperate, and I melt into it, losing myself as his hands slide down my back, pulling me closer.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips, and I open for him.

His tongue brushes against mine, with an intensity that makes me ache for more.

I’ve never been kissed like this. Never felt so desired before.

“This fucking top,” he grits out, his fingers gripping the hem of my shirt and tugging it up. His hand follows, trailing over my stomach, sending a shock of electricity through me.

“These fucking jeans,” he mutters, his hand moving to grip my ass, squeezing hard, and I gasp. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathes, his lips brushing over mine.

His words make a rush of heat flood my core, my body aching with need. Every second that passes, every touch, every kiss, makes the fire inside me burn hotter, deeper. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever wanted someone this much.

“Take your shirt off,” I whisper, my hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Please.”

I can hear the amusement in his voice when he chuckles, the sound so damn sexy it makes my stomach tighten. “Begging already? Baby, I’m just getting started.”

I want to roll my eyes, maybe push him away and tease him a little, but I can’t. Not now. The need for him is so overwhelming, that I can’t do anything but melt into him, and let myself feel every touch, every kiss.

He pulls back slightly, and I nearly whimper in protest, but before I can, his hands are already at his back, tugging his shirt off over his head.

My eyes lock onto his chest, sculpted and toned, and I can’t help the rush of desire that floods me.

I let my gaze travel down, following the trail of dark hair that leads from his chest to his abs, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.

I want to pull his jeans off, kiss my way down his body, and explore every inch of him.

Ryan’s eyes darken, a low groan slipping from his throat as he takes a step forward, gripping my waist and pulling me against him.

“Stop fucking me with your eyes or this will be over before you know it,” he says, chest rising and falling with every harsh breath.

“God, I swear, I could come from just your eyes on me.”

“Quick on the draw?” I tease.

His laugh rumbles deep in his chest, and his tongue slides over his lips, making my pulse stutter. “More like you’re hot as fuck, and I haven’t slept with anyone in months.” His hand runs through his hair as he groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow my load the second you touch me.”

I raise an eyebrow, even though my core throbs at the idea. “You’re setting yourself up for failure here. Should I have gone with Dylan instead?”

Ryan’s eyes flare with heat, and a low, almost feral noise escapes him. Before I can blink, he’s on me again, pulling me flush against him with a force that takes my breath away.

“You want someone to fuck you, you come to me,” he snarls, his eyes boring into mine, hard and hungry. “No one else. Got it?”

I want to tell him that I don’t want anyone else. That the thought of being with anyone else makes my stomach turn. But I keep it inside, not wanting to scare him off.

“I thought you didn’t do relationships,” I throw out, arching an eyebrow.

Ryan shakes his head, his grip tightening on my waist, his breath ragged against my skin.

“I don’t,” he confirms. “That still stands.” His lips find the soft spot below my jaw, kissing me with a tenderness that makes my heart skip.

“I just want to make you feel good. Just this once.” He pulls back, eyes searching mine. “Are you okay with that?”

The words make something in my stomach swirl. I know the deal. We both know the deal. But the thought of him walking away afterward, of watching him flirt with other girls, sounds like torture.

Despite everything, I nod, forcing the words out. “Duh, rebound, remember?” I tilt my head. “Do you think I’m going to beg you to fuck me again?”

Ryan’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’d love to hear you beg.”

I roll my eyes, pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “Your ego is massive.”

“As is my cock,” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips before he pulls me in closer, kissing me again.

I pull back after a few seconds, catching my breath. His eyes are a little hazy and confused as he looks at me for an answer. I twist my fingers together nervously, and my lips part as I search for the words. “So, um… I kind of can’t come with just penetration.”

Ryan’s brows furrow. “Oh?”

“It’s not a guy thing,” I explain, and his eyes stay focused on me. “I’ve tried plenty on my own… trust me.”

His lips twitch, fighting a smirk, but he stays quiet, letting me go on.

“I just… can’t get there from penetration alone. So don’t take it personally if I don’t come.” I let my fingers trail lightly over his chest, a teasing smile playing at my lips. “I promise I’ll still enjoy every second of this. Thoroughly.”

Ryan’s eyes flicker with heat, and his smirk widens as his hands tighten on my waist. “Oh, you’ll come,” he says, his tone radiating with confidence as his lips brush against mine. “If not from my cock, then from my fingers and mouth.”

His hands glide down to my ass, squeezing, his fingertips digging into my skin as he pulls me closer, and I moan against his lips, my body reacting to him instinctively. He groans back, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “God, you make the hottest noises. Fuck, I need to see you.”

Before I can respond, Ryan pulls away, his hands moving to the hem of my top, tugging it over my head. The fabric hits the floor, and his gaze drops to my chest, eyes locking on the purple lacy bra.

A noise crawls from his throat. “Purple just might be my favorite color, too.”

I let out a chuckle, but Ryan groans, his breath hitching as he tilts his head back slightly. “Fuck, why are you so beautiful? Why do you drive me out of my mind? Why did it have to be you I bumped into that day?”

His question hangs in the air, a flutter of emotions rushing through me. I can’t stop myself from asking him the question running through my mind. “Do you regret it?”

His fingers dig into his hair, tugging it as he exhales sharply.

“It ranges from so-fucking-much and my stomach cramping from guilt, to not a single fucking ounce of regret.” He lets out a soft, almost sheepish chuckle, his smirk returning.

“The latter usually wins,” he adds with a sigh.

“My mind is confused.” His eyes flicker down to his crotch, thick and bulging through his jeans. “My dick is too.”

I can’t help but laugh. Reaching behind my back, I undo the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Does this help?”

Ryan’s eyes darken, and he exhales shakily, his eyes locked on my tits, which makes my nipples harden with every second his eyes are on me. God, I want him to touch them, to lick them, to just do… something.

“Yeah,” he says licking his lips. “Yeah, that helps a lot.” He moves closer, cupping my tits, and my head lulls back, letting out a moan when his thumbs brush over my nipples. “Fuck, you have the prettiest tits.” He lifts his gaze to mine. “Want me to play with them a little?”

I nod rapidly which he chuckles at, and clutches my waist, bringing his lips to mine as he walks us toward my bed, lying me flat on the bed. He cups my breast, playing with my nipple, twisting, pulling, rubbing and god , I’m so wet I can feel my thighs slipping against each other.

“You’re wet, baby, aren’t you?” he whispers against my lips. “Fuck, I want to feel you.” Unbuttoning my pants, he doesn’t even bother pulling them down, instead he slides his hand down my jeans and into my panties, parting me with his fingers.

I moan into his mouth when he rubs my clit with the pad of his middle finger, dragging it between my folds.

“Oh fuck , you’re drenched,” he moans and my pussy clenches around nothing.

There’s nothing hotter than a guy moaning.

I want him in my ear groaning and moaning and making it known how fucking good he feels.

And even though I’m not touching him in any way, he’s getting pleasure from feeling me.

And that is the hottest thing I have ever experienced.

His finger slips inside me, just to his knuckle before pulling it out and thrusting it back in. My back arches off the bed when his mouth closes around my nipple and his tongue swirls around it, tugging and sucking and making me lose my mind.

“That’s it, baby, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He doesn’t stop, his mouth dragging lower, wet kisses trailing heat along my skin until he pauses just above the swell of my other breast, lips parted, breath warm. His teeth graze my skin, sucking slow and deep until it aches.

My hips twitch up into his hand, helpless. He groans, his tongue flicking over the bruise blooming beneath his mouth before turning his attention to the other one.

I close my eyes, letting the pleasure surround me when suddenly it stops. I snap my eyes open, and Ryan pulls his hands out of my panties and his mouth away from my breast and before I can tell him to get back to work, he shuffles until he’s lower on the bed and tugs my jeans and panties off.

He doesn’t take them off all the way, though, he stops halfway, until just my ass is exposed, bends my legs up into my chest and dives in with a flick of his tongue.

“Oh god,” I moan when his hot mouth sucks on my pussy.