Page 32 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t move away. “I saw you two days ago,” she says.

I scoff, letting my fingers skim along her waist. “Exactly. That’s way too long.” I tighten my hold on her hips, pulling her closer. “Come on, Bels, just admit it. You missed this.”

She lifts her chin, mouth tugging into a smirk. “If I say yes, will you stop being so smug?”

I laugh, shaking my head slightly. “Probably not.” I lean in closer, lips hovering just above hers, teasing her. “Say it, baby. Tell me you missed me. We both know you did.”

She doesn’t reply for a second, just keeps those eyes on me, before grabbing my shirt, hard, and yanking me into a kiss that shuts me up instantly.

I groan into her mouth, my hands gripping her waist as she melts into me.

She’s warm and soft and so fucking addictive, and I’m already forgetting how to think straight.

I want to savor this and take my time. But all I can think is that I need her closer.

I deepen the kiss, my body running on instinct, chasing more of her.

God, I’m never going to get tired of this.

Kissing Isabella is like nothing I have ever felt.

It messes with my head in the best way and makes my heart slam against my ribs, like she’s rewriting every damn part of me to erase every other person out of my mind and shaping me to fit perfectly with her.

Her fingers slide into my hair, her nails slightly grazing my scalp in that slow, dangerous way she knows drives me crazy. It’s not just a kiss—it’s her staking a claim, and shit, I might just let her.

My hands trail under her sweatshirt, feeling her soft, warm skin, groaning as I continue to lift it higher and higher.

She raises her arms, letting me pull it over her head in one smooth motion.

The second it’s gone, my hands are on her, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, up to the soft swell of her chest.

A knock hits the door.

We freeze.

Isabella’s eyes fly wide, her breath catching against my mouth. “You said they wouldn’t notice,” she whispers.

I press a finger to her lips, listening.

“Ryan?” It’s Logan. “Game’s started, man. Are you coming down?”

I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the raspiness in my voice. “No, I’m… a little tired. I’m gonna crash.”

“Alright, goodnight,” he replies before heading back downstairs.

The second we’re in the clear, Isabella arches a brow. “You suck at sneaking me in. Next time, I’m picking the place.”

I smirk, cocking a brow. “So, there’s gonna be a next time?”

She rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches, and I know I’ve got her.

I chuckle against her lips as I push her down onto my bed, capturing her mouth with mine. She melts into me instantly, her fingers slipping under my shirt. My entire body tightens at the sensation, the warmth of her touch, the way she moves beneath me.

I shift, pressing into her just enough for her to feel what she’s doing to me, and she exhales a soft sound that sends a sharp bolt of heat through my veins.

Her hands curl into my shirt, fisting the fabric. I reach for her denim shorts and pop the button. She kicks them off, along with her shoes.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her fingers tugging at my belt.

I groan when her knuckles brush over the bulge straining my sweatpants. I help her out, kicking them off fast, my boxers going with them, and my cock springs free—thick, already leaking, aching for her.

She stares for a second, her lips parted, and I swear her breath stutters.

“You sure you’re ready for all this?” I murmur, voice low as I stroke myself, watching her throat moving as she swallows.

Her hand flattens against my chest, pushing me back onto the bed, and a second later she’s on me, straddling my thighs.

I can’t help but grin, my hands sliding up her smooth legs, dragging her even closer. “You look good up there, Bels.”

My chuckle dies in my throat when she moves above me, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous grind that has me instantly hard.

Fuck .

My fingers dig into her waist, pulling her down against me, making sure she feels every inch of my hard cock against the seam of her panties. “Ah fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back.

She moves again. Grinding slowly against my hardening cock, which sends a sharp jolt of heat straight through me.

I groan, already impatient. I want to take my time, to tease her, to pull those breathless little gasps from her lips—but then she moves against me again, her body pressing flush to mine, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I need her out of these clothes. Now.

Her hands slide up under my shirt. I sit up, let her yank it off, toss it wherever, and I reach behind her, fingers finding the clasp of that tiny black bra.

One flick—gone, and I groan out loud the second I see her bare.

Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Perfect handfuls, nipples hard and flushed, begging for mouth.

I capture her mouth in another kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, while I rub her taut, perky nipples with my thumb.

She pulls back just slightly, breathless, but arches her brow. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

A smirk breaks out onto my face. She wants to play? Let’s fucking play.

I lean in to brush my lips against hers. “Trust me,” I murmur. “You’ll be begging for more in a minute.”

She doesn’t have time to react before I grip her waist, flipping us so she’s underneath me once again. She gasps, but it quickly melts into a laugh as her fingers curl in my shirt.

“Competitive, are we?” she teases.

I smirk, dipping my head until my lips graze the sharp line of her jaw. “Only when there’s something worth winning.”

I let my eyes drop down her body, taking in the black panties she’s wearing. I pause for a beat, looking down at her with a grin.

“I’ve always been a fan of black.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Are you going to change your favorite color every time?”

I shrug, sliding a hand over the curve of her hip, fingertips brushing the fabric of her panties. “Guess I’m just a sucker for whatever you’re wearing.”

I let my fingers drift lower, tracing the heat beneath the thin fabric, and a soft moan slips past her lips.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re soaked.” I hook the lace of her soaked panties to the side, baring her soft, swollen pussy to the air. She’s spread open under me, legs bent, pussy bare, glistening in the dim light.

My cock throbs hard at the sight.

I slide my fingers through her, dragging through all that slick heat until they shine with her mess, then push them inside her.

Her body shudders, her nails digging into my shoulders. And the little, choked whimper she lets out might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“You like that?” I whisper against her ear, my teeth nipping at her earlobe. I curl my fingers inside, rubbing slowly along that spot that makes her thighs try to close around my wrist. “Tell me how bad you need me.”

She shudders. Her breath falters.

“S-so bad…”

I press my thumb to her clit and rub harder, faster, until she’s gasping, her hands gripping my wrist like she can’t decide if she wants to stop me or make me keep going.

I tug her drenched panties off with a smooth drag down those perfect legs, toss them, and spread her open with both hands. My mouth actually waters.

Fuck me.

Her pussy’s glistening, flushed, lips soft and swollen, glinting in the low light like she’s already been edged for hours. I groan under my breath, dragging my thumb slow through the slick mess coating her slit.

So fucking pretty.

I lean in, plant a kiss low on her stomach and she sucks in a sharp breath, and I can’t help the smirk that creeps across my face.

“Fuck, look at this pussy,” I groan, spreading her open wider with both hands. “Dripping all over my sheets.” I lick my lips, dying for a taste. “You want my mouth, baby? Want me to tongue-fuck this tight little cunt until you’re begging me to stop?”

She gasps, her breath hitching in her throat.

I smirk, dragging my mouth just close enough that she twitches. “Say it. Tell me you want me to eat you like the filthy little slut you are. Say you want my tongue buried in this sweet, soaking pussy.”

Her whole body trembles.

“Be a good girl,” I murmur. “Open those legs and tell me how bad you want me to make you come with just my mouth.”

Her hips roll, needy, that soaked, glistening pussy throbbing under my breath. “I want your mouth,” she whispers, a soft whimper leaving her lips. “I want your tongue on my pussy. Right now. Please, Ryan.”

I groan, the sound vibrating against her thighs. “Yeah? you want me to suck that pretty clit until you’re shaking?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want it. I need it. Please, Ryan. Fuck. Just give me your tongue.”

I trail soft kisses down her body. On her belly, the crease of her thigh, down the inside, right where her skin gets hot and sensitive. She shivers, a soft whimper caught in her throat when I blow a warm breath over her soaked pussy. My hands slide under her thighs and spread her wider.

Then I finally give her what she wants.

My tongue flicks up her slit, and her entire body jerks. I groan into her heat, flicking my tongue over her clit, hearing her choke on a moan.

Fuck, she tastes sweet.

She fists the sheets, her legs twitching, back arching up off the mattress as I suck her clit into my mouth and circle my tongue over it.

“F-fuck, Ryan—oh god?—”

I dip my tongue down, fuck into her with it while my nose nudges her clit, and she cries out, trying to close her thighs around my head.

I don’t let her. I grip her hips tight, pin her to the bed, and keep going.

Fast, wet licks, open-mouthed kisses, sucking that swollen little bud until she’s practically vibrating in my hands.

“You gonna come, baby?” I murmur against her, every word vibrating through her core. “Come on my tongue. Let me taste it.”

She jerks, her whole body seizing. She cries out, her nails clawing into the sheets and hips grinding against my mouth.