Page 41 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

My hands move instinctively, sliding down her back, pulling her even closer. Her body is so warm against mine; her lips are so soft, and I can’t get enough of the way she fits against me. It’s all I can focus on—all I want to focus on.

I pull back just enough to breathe, my chest rising and falling fast. I look at her—at the way her lips are swollen from our kiss, how her cheeks are flushed.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur, my voice rough and raspy before I kiss her again, sliding my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body as I pull both of the jerseys up. She lifts her arms, letting me strip them off her.

“Fuck,” I murmur, feeling my pulse speed up at the sight of her.

My hands are everywhere, sliding up her sides, down her back, tracing every inch. She presses into me, chest to chest, and I let out a low groan before I even realize I’m doing it. I’m hooked. Can’t get enough. Every time she moves, I want more.

She leans in and kisses my neck, slow and wet, and it short circuits my brain. I tilt my head without thinking, giving her more, chasing that feeling like a goddamn addict. My fingers tighten on her waist. She’s not even trying hard and I’m already losing it.

“You make me crazy,” I mutter, my lips brushing her throat as I work my way down. I can feel her heartbeat against my mouth. She sucks in a breath when I hit the right spot, and that sound? It goes straight to my dick.

Her hands are sliding under my shirt, nails grazing up my spine, and I’m burning up. I drop my head, kiss along her collarbone, and start tugging at the waistband of her jeans, pulling her closer, grinding up against her. I want her. Right here, right now, in every way.

I pull back, just for a second, breathing hard. “Wanna hit the hot tub?”

She shoots me a smirk. Kills me in the best way. “Yeah.”

We step outside, the cold air hitting me as I strip out of my clothes and lower myself into the water. I let the heat crawl up my spine, and lean back, eyes closed, just for a breath, until I hear her behind me. I turn.

And Jesus.

She’s standing at the edge of the tub, her skin glowing in the soft light, wearing this white cotton bra with these tiny little blue flowers, and matching panties. The fabric barely covers her, and I can’t help but check out her legs— fuck me.

She grins at me, biting her lip again, and then steps in slowly. The tips of her curls float in the water, her skin glistening, her nipples hard under the wet cotton. She’s fucking beautiful.

“You’re staring,” she says, voice teasing.

I grin, dragging a hand through my hair. “You look like you want me to stare, baby.”

She raises an eyebrow and swims closer, the water rippling around her as her body presses into mine. I feel the heat coming off her even through the steam and the water and she leans in, her lips brushing the edge of my jaw.

“Remember what you asked me?” she says, blinking up at me with those wide, dark eyes that somehow manage to look innocent and absolutely filthy at the same time.

I squint, a little thrown, my brain still half-stuck on the way her chest is pressed against mine, on how her skin’s slick and hot and goddamn perfect. “What did I?—”

Before I can finish, she’s straddling my lap.

Her arms slide around my neck, her thighs locking around my hips, and holy fuck, she fits against me like she was made to be on my lap.

I slide my hands down her back automatically, settling on her hips, and feel every inch of her soaked, warm skin under my palms.

She leans in again, lips grazing my jaw, her breath warm against my skin. “You asked if I’d let you fuck me properly…”

My cock’s already hard as steel under the water, pressing up against her through my boxers. I groan, deep in my chest, my fingers curling around her hips like I’m holding on for dear life.

“Yeah,” I breathe, trying to stay in control. “I remember.”

She shifts her hips again, slow, dragging her soaked panties over the length of my cock and I gasp through my teeth. It’s too much and nowhere near enough.

Her smirk curls up again as she grinds down a little harder. “Does this answer your question?” she asks, her eyes locked on mine, with a sexy as fuck smirk on her pretty lips.

I let my hands slide down, my thumbs brushing the dip of her waist, as I grab her ass.

I pull her down harder against me, feeling the pressure of her pussy right up against the curve of my cock through the thin barrier of cloth between us.

She’s wet, and not just from the tub—she’s soaked, warm, soft and perfect against me.

“Not quite,” I mutter against her throat, my mouth brushing against her wet, smooth skin. I kiss along her neck, tasting her, feeling her shiver in my arms. “I think I need to hear you say it.”

She lets out a breathless laugh and moves her hips again, slower, dragging her clit right over the thick length of me.

“You need me to spell it out for you?” she whispers, her fingers sinking into my hair, tugging just enough to make my hips jerk up into her. she drops her head, her voice low and hot and heavy in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan,” she whispers, grinding against me. “Right here. Right now.”

That’s all I need to hear.

My hands grip her ass I pull her harder against me, making her gasp out loud, her back arching just a little.

“Then we need to take these off,” I grit out, my fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties, feeling how the fabric clings to her—tight, soaked, practically melting against her skin.

I hook my thumbs and drag them down her thighs, peeling them off, inch by inch, until she’s bare above me, sitting in my lap, skin flushed and wet, eyes dark and wide and so fucking gorgeous. I toss the panties up onto the deck and look back at her.

She reaches down, tugs at the waistband of my boxers under the water and slides them off. Her fingers wrap around my cock, teasing me, stroking me, making my head fall back at the feel of her soft, warm hand.

“Fuck, Bels,” I mutter, my eyes locked on hers as she shifts, lifts herself up just enough for the head of my cock to press against her slick entrance.

She rolls her hips again, letting my tip drag against her entrance, not letting me in yet, just teasing. She bites her lip, looking down between us, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I grip her hips, lift her just enough, and then pull her down onto my cock in one slow, agonizing thrust. She gasps, her nails sinking into my shoulders as I fill her, stretching her inch by inch, the water rippling around us.

Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, her body trembling as she takes me.

I groan, my head tipping back. “Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good. Jesus. It’s so good. Too good,” I grind out, barely keeping control as she clenches around me, impossibly tight, impossibly wet.

She moans, rolling her hips, her eyes fluttering. “God, you’re so deep.”

I groan, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer. “You can take it.”

She whimpers, adjusting, rocking against me, dragging herself up before sinking down again, her slick heat gripping me inside her.

My hands roam over her body, until I find the clasp of her bra. It falls away, revealing her perfect tits, her nipples hard and the prettiest pink shade I’ve ever seen as water beads over her skin.

“Much better,” I murmur, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers just to hear the breathy little gasp she makes.

I chuckle, leaning down to flick my tongue against the peak of one breast before sucking it into my mouth. “You love having these tits played with, don’t you, baby?”

She groans, grabbing my face, forcing my gaze up to hers. “Fuck me, please.”

A hot as fuck girl is naked on my lap begging me to fuck her?

Yeah, no way in hell am I denying her. I grip her hips and thrust up, hard, burying myself to the hilt.

She cries out, and I do it again, and again, setting a brutal rhythm that makes the water slosh over the sides, that makes her breath stutter, her moans spilling out in broken gasps.

“This what you wanted?” I groan, thrusting deep, grinding against her sweet spot. “You wanted me to fuck you properly?”

She nods frantically, panting. “Yes—fuck, yes?—”

I slide a hand between us, rubbing tight circles over her clit, making her whole body shudder.

“Ryan—fuck, I’m close,” she gasps, hips jerking, thighs trembling around mine.

She rides me harder, her tits bouncing with every movement, and I lean forward, my tongue lapping over her nipples, sucking her into my mouth.

“Shit. Just like that,” I mutter, hands sliding up her back, gripping her ass, guiding her movements. “You feel fucking incredible, Bels.”

She gasps, her walls fluttering around me, and fuck, my cock throbs inside her, feeling how fucking tight she is around me.

“Ryan,” she moans, clinging to me. “Harder?—”

I snap my hips up, slamming into her, making her gasp, making her pussy squeeze around me.

“You gonna come on my cock, baby?” I murmur, sucking a mark into her neck. “Gonna soak me right here where anyone could walk out and see you bouncing on my dick?”

She moans, loud and wild, biting down on her lip to muffle it but not managing to hold it in. She’s shaking, clenching tight around me, and I can feel her start to fall apart, her body locking up.

“Ryan—oh fuck, fuck?—”

I thrust up again, my thumb pressed against her clit, and she shatters. She cries out, body tensing, her walls pulsing around me, gripping me so fucking tight I nearly lose it right then and there.

I hold out—barely—fucking her through it, grinding up into her while her orgasm wracks through her.

She’s wrecked, her head tipped back, lips parted, still gasping out little whimpers.

I grip her hips tighter as I snap my hips up, grinding as deep as I can. I know she’s spent, but I don’t stop. I slide a hand up to her throat, forcing her to look at me as I thrust into her again.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” I warn her, watching her pupils blow even wider, watching the way her lips tremble. I didn’t even fucking think about it. I just wanted her so bad.

Her breath catches, her lips parting as her eyes widen. There’s a flicker of something in them—shock, heat, want.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, and my cock twitches so hard inside her I nearly lose it on the spot.

“Jesus fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening on her hips. “You want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck my cum so deep in you you’ll still feel it tomorrow, next week, and every time you sit down?”

She whimpers, her thighs trembling as she clenches around me. She likes it. Loves it. I feel it in the way she bucks her hips into me, the way her hands slide up my back like she can’t get close enough.

“Tell me,” I growl, slamming into her again. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it,” she gasps. “I want you to come inside me, Ryan. Fill me up. Make me yours?—”

My control snaps and I thrust up hard, one last time, burying myself as deep as I can inside her as I come with a groan, her name breaking on my lips.

My cock throbs, spilling hot, thick streams of cum into her, and she cries out at the feeling, her pussy still fluttering around me, squeezing every drop of cum out of me.

I hold her against me, nothing but the sound of our breaths and the water lapping around us. Her forehead presses to mine, eyes still hazy, lips parted, just barely brushing against my own.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She laughs, and shifts her hips into mine one more time, like she wants to push my cum deeper, hold it inside her. And fuck me, my dick twitches, already hungry for another round.

“I fucking knew it!”

The sound slices through the air, and we freeze at the sound of Austin’s voice.

My grip tightens around her, pulling her in close, tucking her into my chest on instinct, shielding her with my body, though it’s too late and we both know it. My heart’s thudding so loud it drowns out everything else.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

We’re still in the hot tub. I’m still buried inside her. There’s no hiding it. No playing it off. No making this look innocent.

And Austin sees everything.

“Get the fuck out,” I bark, shooting him a glare.

He scoffs, shaking his head as he steps fully into view. “You sneaky motherfuckers. How long has this been going on, then?”

I don’t answer. My arms are tight around Isabella, her bare skin warm against me, her face still pressed to my neck like she’s trying to disappear.

“None of your fucking business.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms. “I told you not to go there, Ryan. From day one.”

“Yeah, I fucking got that. Thanks for your concern.” I force myself to swallow, meeting his gaze. Fuck. This is so not how I wanted to get caught. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

Austin smirks, tilting his head. “Hmm,” he hums, dragging the sound out, his gaze flicking between us. “I dunno. What’s in it for me?”

I can’t help the frustration that flares in me. “Austin?—”

His grin widens, and he takes a step closer. “Can I join?”

Isabella makes a choked sound against my neck.

I shoot him a glare. “Get the fuck out of here.”

The asshole lets out a laugh as he lifts his shoulder in a shrug. “Eh, doesn’t hurt to try.” He bends down, scooping his wallet off the poolside table and shoots us a wink. “You two have fun,” he adds as he walks off, before the door clicks shut behind him.

Isabella exhales, a long, shaky sound, then groans and buries her face in her hands. “Holy shit.”

I run both hands down my face, jaw aching from how tight I’m clenching it. “Yeah. Holy shit.”

We sit there, the water around us sloshing quietly as we both try to figure out what the fuck just happened.

My eyes flick to Isabella, and I can see the panic in her eyes.

I don’t know what the hell to do. We’ve been sneaking around for months, knowing it was dangerous as fuck. And now, here we are—caught.

It could’ve been anyone walking through that door, but it was Austin. As much of a pain in the ass as he is, he’s not the one I’m worried about.

Because if Coach or Nathan ever find out, then it’s over for us.

And I’m not ready to let go of her yet.