Page 24 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

His hands cup my ass as he spreads me open and his tongue licks the length of me, sucking up my arousal. He focuses his tongue on my clit, kissing my pussy like he would my mouth, hot and torturous .

“Ryan,” I moan, gripping the sheets in agony. “Fuck, just make me come.”

He chuckles against my skin, his tongue drifting down to lick my entrance, cleaning me up. “Patience. If I only get to have one night with you, I’m doing it right and taking my sweet ass time.”

I open my mouth to tell him this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, but I don’t. My eyes squeeze closed when his finger fills me up. It’s so long and thick and god . Tipping my head back, I let out a loud, filthy moan I’m sure other people can hear, but I don’t give a fuck right now.

“Fuck, your moans are sexy as hell,” Ryan says, his words breathy and choppy. “You like my fingers inside you?” he asks, sliding another one in, curling them inside me.

“I need…”

“This?” he guesses, pressing a soft kiss to my clit, which makes me jump from the contact. “You want me to kiss your pretty, little pussy while I fuck you with my fingers?”

I moan in response, and he continues licking me while his fingers work me open.

“Fuck,” he groans as he lifts from between my legs. “Goddamn, I need you bare.” Tugging off my jeans and panties, he pulls them down my legs and onto the floor before spreading my legs wide open and settling between them, his mouth returning to my clit.

I tip my head back, sliding my fingers through his hair, while he drives me insane. God, I can’t remember the last time I came, never mind the last time someone else made me come, but I can feel it building and building, cresting to the top until…

Ryan groans, spreading me wider, eating me harder, deeper, faster, leaving no part of me untouched, and the orgasm hits me hard and blinding, my legs shaking in Ryan’s grip.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue. Fill my mouth with your cum.”

A moan rips from my throat as I grip his hair in my fist, bucking my hips as the orgasm crashes through me, his dirty words making the pleasure last infinitely long. When I come down from the high, Ryan groans, giving me one last lick, which makes me flinch.

He presses a soft kiss to my clit before he crawls up my body and leans down to kiss me.

“So.” Kiss . “Fucking.” Kiss . “Hot.” He groans into my mouth, our tongues tangling together as he grinds against me, still wearing too many damn clothes for my liking.

“Off,” I moan, making work of his buttons. “Need. Inside me.”

He chuckles against my lips. “Damn, I made you come so hard, you’re speaking with broken words.”

I roll my eyes, shoving at his chest, and he climbs off the bed, tugs his jeans off, and pulls them down along with his boxers. My eyes zone in on his long, hard, thick cock, and my breath catches in my throat. Holy shit .

My eyes snap to his at the sound of his chuckle. “Gotta say, watching you go speechless over my cock is one hell of an ego boost.”

“I just—” I shake my head. No words. I have absolutely no words. The only cock I’ve seen—other than porn—was Jacob’s. And Ryan is much bigger than him.

His hand flies to his cock and he starts stroking it leisurely. “You’ve got to stop looking at me like that. I’ll blow my load before you even fucking touch me.”

I let out a scoff. “How promising.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he climbs back on the bed, crawling over my body to tug my nipple. “Stop being a little tease and open those pretty legs.”

I bite my lip in anticipation and run my hand through his hair, letting my legs fall apart. He shifts between them, kissing me as one hand cups my breast, his thumb rubbing my hard nipples. “You got a condom?” he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, keeping my hand lodged in his soft hair. “Nightstand.”

He attempts to move, but I don’t let him, my legs tightening around him, keeping him right where I want him. I kiss him deeper, desperate for him, and he chuckles against my mouth.

“Baby, I need to grab a condom.”

I whimper in protest, but Ryan lifts his head, glancing down at me. His grin is downright sinful as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I wanna keep kissing you too,” he murmurs, voice thick with hunger. “But I’m also dying to be inside you.”

I sigh. “Alright. Hurry.”

He reaches over and opens my nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms I bought on a whim after deciding I needed a rebound. Never thought it’d be him using them, but I’m so glad it is.

He rips one open and rolls it onto his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before settling between my legs, his eyes flying to mine. “You ready?”

I nod, widening my legs for him, and he leans on one hand while the other grips his cock and slides it inside me. I’m drenched, so fucking wet, but he’s still thick and bigger than anything I’ve ever had, so it takes a few times for him to finally slide inside me.

“Ah fuck,” he groans, squeezing his eyes closed when he finally fills me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . You feel so good. Oh shit.” He pulls out and thrusts back inside me. “Goddamn, Isabella. Fuck, I forgot how good sex is.”

I moan in response because… I’ve never had sex that felt like this.

He leans forward, capturing my lips with his. “Please tell me it feels good for you too.”

“So good,” I reply with a moan, feeling so full, pleasure curling up my spine.

And god, I can feel every vein, every inch, thick and stretching me open. My fingers claw down his back without thinking, my nails dragging hard enough to leave lines, sharp little scrapes that make him hiss above me.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Do that again.”

I dig in deeper as he thrusts harder, my thighs bracketing his hips, heels pressing into his ass, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting him to never leave my body.

I tilt my head and bury my face in the curve of his neck.

God, he smells so good—spicy, a little sweaty, musky and masculine and utterly intoxicating—and I breathe him in, let myself drown in the scent of him as my lips part.

I press kisses up the side of his throat, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin, and then I suck, slow and dirty, hollowing my cheeks and leaving my own mark on him.

“Ah fuck,” he rasps. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

He lifts onto his knees, dragging his cock almost all the way out before driving back in, slow and thick and deep . His eyes never leave where we’re joined, watching the slick stretch of my pussy around him like it’s the only thing in the world worth looking at.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse, raw, wrecked. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open, while the other slides down to my lower belly and pressed down firmly. I feel it—feel him —right under his palm, the way he moves inside me making something feral coil low in my stomach.

“Shit… I can see it,” he growls, pupils blown, sweat beading on his brow. “I can see my cock inside you, baby. Look at how full I’ve got you.”

I glance down and the sight makes my pussy clench around him. His thick cock disappears into me again and again, and where his hand presses into my stomach, I can see the bulge, the outline of him making my body to take every inch.

My moan breaks out, my hips jerking up to meet every thrust. “Ryan,” I gasp as my fingers find my clit, rubbing frantically.

“Fuck yeah,” he pants, the rhythm of his thrusts turning punishing, relentless, his fingers tightening where they press down, like he wants to feel every time he pushes into my body. “Rub that clit. Make yourself come.”

My voice hitches as my head tips back, a cry breaking free when he cups my breast, rough fingers rolling my nipple until it’s tight and aching.

His other hand slides between my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him as he sinks deeper, so deep I swear I can feel him in my fucking throat.

His pace picks up, hips snapping forward with more hunger, each movement a little more desperate, a little less controlled.

I moan and my hand slips away from my clit.

Ryan doesn’t miss a beat. He catches my wrist, presses a kiss to my palm, then takes over, his thumb sliding right where I need it, circling my clit in perfect time with every stroke of his cock.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me so tight,” he groans, his voice shredded with lust, eyes locked on mine. “You close, baby? You gonna come all over my cock?”

I nod, my thighs trembling, heat crashing through my body in hot waves. His breath fans across my face, ragged and matching mine, and he doesn't let up—not his thrusts, not the way his thumb keeps working me over, relentless and so good it burns.

My head falls back against the pillows, my lips parted, moans spilling out as the orgasm crashes through me. “Oh my god. Ryan,” I cry, my body clenching around him, as I come hard, my legs shaking and my back arching off the bed.

He grits his teeth, groaning. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” he pants, desperate, chasing his own release. He grips my hips so tight it’s gonna bruise, yanking me down into each thrust until I feel him twitch inside me.

With a ragged moan, he pulls out of me, fumbling the condom off, tossing it blindly aside as he fists his cock, jaw tight, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

“Fuck,” he groans, and then he’s spilling across my stomach in hot, thick ropes, cum striping my skin while his whole body shudders.

I watch him through hooded eyes, wrecked and panting, his chest heaving. My fingers trail lazily down my belly, and I gather his release, sticky and warm on my fingertips. I lift my hand to my lips and suck one finger into my mouth, my eyes locked on his as I taste him.

Ryan’s breath catches, and his gaze darkens as he watches my mouth wrap around my own fingers.

A crooked grin pulls at the corner of his lips. “Fuck, you’re hot as hell.” His lips find mine again, his hand gently cupping my face, thumb brushing softly over my cheek. Every time he touches me like that, my stomach flutters, like it’s the first time.

I melt under it, pressing closer, kissing him again, swallowing down the groan that rumbles in his throat. He breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against mine, his nose brushing mine as he glances down, smirking at the mess he’s made of me.

“You got a towel or something?” he asks. “To clean you up?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, my lips still tingling from his kisses. “Nightstand.” I motion weakly with a flick of my fingers, too boneless to move.

He chuckles, shifting just enough to lean over me, opening the drawer with one hand while the other stays on me—like he doesn’t want to lose contact even for a second. His fingers graze my thigh as he grabs a hand towel and brings it to my skin.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing idle circles on my hip as he cleans me up gently. “Fuck… you make it look so goddamn pretty.”

I let out a chuckle as he tosses the towel, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. We just look at each other, the silence hanging between us, trying to figure out what happens next.

A few seconds pass, and Ryan finally runs a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. “I have to go.”

“I know,” I say, my voice not matching the knot in my stomach. I don’t want him to leave, but we both know what this was. Just once. No strings.

A pained look crosses his face, and he steps back slowly, his body tense. “I don’t want to,” he admits.

I can’t help but let out a small laugh, despite the lump in my throat.

“Me neither,” I confess, my heart hammering.

I want him to stay. I want to wrap my arms around him and pull him down beside me.

I want to pretend this is something more.

I want to believe that look in his eyes means what I wish it meant.

But we both know it doesn’t.

With a resigned sigh, Ryan starts pulling his clothes back on.

I grab the sheet, pulling it over myself, but even that feels ridiculous. He’s seen every part of me, been inside me, moaned my name into my neck. But now… It’s over.

Once he’s dressed, he looks back at me. His gaze is heavy, his eyes tracing the curve of my face, studying every detail like he’s trying to hold onto it.

He sighs again, a low curse slipping out, and then, before I can say anything, he crosses the space between us with long strides, and kisses me one last time.

It’s different this time. This kiss is soft, slow—nothing like the urgent, hungry kisses from earlier. This one feels like a goodbye.

When he pulls back, his thumb brushes over my cheek, just like before. His gaze locks onto mine. “Are we good?”

I nod, offering him a shaky smile, trying to push past the ache in my chest. “That was a hell of a rebound,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood, but the knot in my stomach tightens all over again.

Ryan scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk. “And an amazing way to end my dry spell.”

I laugh, but the sound feels hollow as his smile slips, and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine. His breath is warm against my skin, and it sends a jolt straight to my heart.

“I’m glad it was me,” he whispers, pulling back just enough for his lips to brush against my forehead.

And then he pulls away.

He gives me one last smile, then he turns toward the door. My chest tightens as he opens it, and without another word, he walks out and shuts the door behind him.