Page 6 of Unwritten Rules (The Sunburnt Hearts #1)

My fingers find the hem of his hoodie and tug upward. The kiss is momentarily broken while I pull the garment over his head, along with his black T-shirt by accident. Inky strands of hair fall over Sinnett’s eyes as he stares at me. I’m too distracted to meet his gaze.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, dragging my fingers over the deep ridges in his abdomen. “I’m convinced you’re carved from stone.”

Sinnett bursts out laughing, and I find myself wishing I could collect the sound in a jar and keep it forever.

Black ink curls over the left side of his torso.

I can’t make out the design because it’s too dark in the car.

My eyes drift to the shadows cast over his arm.

I can just make out the full tattoo sleeve on his right arm.

There are far too many interwoven designs for me to see clearly with this limited vision, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to picture what the images could be.

Sinnett being this tatted was the last thing I expected to see under his casual fashion choice.

And don’t get me started on the lean muscles of his torso or the thick veins bulging from his biceps, threading down his forearms like thick vines before stopping at the top of his hands.

Every inch of this man is unbelievable, which makes me question why he wants to hook up with plain old me. I’m sure I look like shit in comparison to him.

I open my mouth to speak—likely to say something stupid given the state of my shock at seeing the physique of this man—but Sinnett cuts me off by slamming his lips against mine.

My fingers curve over his broad shoulders while he lifts the hem of my dress over my hips.

The material hugs my waist, leaving me exposed.

I’m internally thanking myself for choosing to wear a nice pair of lacy black underwear. But my top half on the other hand…

Sinnett tugs the neckline of my dress down, exposing my bare chest. He pulls away from the kiss to drink me in, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“So you mean to tell me that you’re stunned by my tattoos when you’re sporting fucking nipple piercings ?”

I drag my bottom lip between my teeth. Those piercings are the by-product of a wild night out in Rafters Fall—an hour’s drive from Barrenridge—with Noah and Nathan a couple of years ago.

Before Noah had his daughter, we would go out clubbing most weekends, mostly for fun.

One particular night, I lost a bet of who could get the most phone numbers in thirty minutes and the guys said I had to get my nipples pierced.

I agreed with the intention that I would take them out once they healed, but after a few weeks, I grew fond of them.

And now I’m thanking past me for that decision.

Sinnett’s large hand comes up to cup my breast, massaging gently as he eyes the silver piercing. “Fuck me.”

Yes please , I cry internally. Having him touch me like this with a hungry look in his eyes is making the fire in my core grow out of control and the wetness pooling between my thighs embarrassing.

He dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

My back arches at the same time my eyes roll into the back of my head.

The sensation is all-consuming, making me lose my ever-loving mind.

His skilful tongue sucks and teases the barbell before moving on to the next one, giving it the same attention.

“Sin,” I moan, dragging my fingers to the back of his neck. My arched back allows Sinnett to run his hands over the curve of my spine while he devours my chest.

“Say my name again,” he groans after releasing my nipple. Ocean eyes peer up at me through long lashes. “Now.”

“Sin,” falls from my lips in a desperate cry as my hands move down his chest to the waistband of his black shorts.

“So fucking eager,” Sinnett grunts, watching my hands clumsily toy with the material. “You want my cock, strawberry?”

My eyes snap up to meet his. I blink as his filthy words settle into my inflamed skin. Jayden never used to speak to me this way. He is the only man I’ve ever slept with, and I guess I would describe our sex life as ‘vanilla’, but I didn’t mind it.

But this…

“I need an answer,” Sinnett grunts, his hands stilling on the scrunched material around my waist.

“Y-yes,” I manage to squeeze out.

He raises a brow at me. “Yes, what ?”

Oh, my God , he’s going to make me say it.

Warmth spreads across my cheeks as I peer at him through my lashes. “Y-yes, I want your cock, Sin.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans, throwing his head back against the leather seat. “It’s all yours, strawberry.”

I take that as my cue to continue my earlier actions.

Something black is wrapped over his right thigh, catching my eye, but I don’t have a chance to ponder the reason why it’s there because my attention slips to the bulge between me and Sinnett.

My pulse thumps against the base of my throat as I pull back the waistband of his shorts and underwear, quickly finding the source of the hardness that was pressing against my ass.

My mouth dries when my fingers skim over the hot skin.

The second my hand wraps around the base, my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.

This man is fucking huge . Like could tear me apart and kill me huge.

Sinnett drags his bottom lip between his teeth and tilts his head to the side. “What’s wrong, strawberry? Are you scared?”

My head snaps up and I meet his amused eyes. “What? No. I-I’m not scared.” I pull his dick from his pants, getting a better visual of what I’m dealing with. And just as I thought, he’s still huge. “Okay, maybe I’m a little worried you’re going to split me in half.”

Sinnett snorts a laugh. “I’m not going to hurt you, Tate. Not unless you want me to.”

The double meaning behind his words has me swallowing hard.

“Move,” Sinnett commands gently. “Or I have no problem taking control.”

I hold my hand up to him. “No, no, I’ve got this.”

Sinnett smirks as he leans back against the seat, stretching his long legs out in the cramped space. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Feeling the pressure of his eyes on me, I give myself a mental pep talk. You’ve got this, Tate. This isn’t your first time, so just act confident, and he won’t notice . If I embarrass myself in front of Sinnett, I fear I won’t recover. It would go down in history as the second worst day of my life.

I scoot my ass back in the limited space behind me and bend at the waist until I’m staring directly at the weapon Sinnett calls his appendage. My eyes flutter closed as I inhale a deep breath before diving into the unknown.

The second my lips wrap around the head, Sinnett groans. His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place as I slowly take him into my mouth. Given his size and girth, I’m unable to take all of him, but I take as much as I can before dragging my head back.

“ Shit ,” Sinnett hisses. He uses his hand in my hair to push me back down, guiding me down his length until my mouth is full of him. “You take me so fucking well.”

It doesn’t take long for Sinnett to assume control, using his grip on my hair to guide me up and down his length at a pace that suits him.

I’m not complaining, though. I would rather he find enjoyment in this than watch me make a fool of myself.

And if the deep groans falling from his parted lips are an indication he’s enjoying it, then I am too.

My thighs quiver as wetness pools between them. It’s taking all of my self-control not to touch myself, to relieve the pressure building there. I want Sinnett to be the one to touch me, considering he’s the reason I’m this worked up to begin with.

Just as saliva begins to pool at the corner of my mouth, Sinnett pulls my head back, freeing his cock from my mouth with a soft pop . I’m breathless as I meet his fiery gaze. His hand slips from my hair to slide between my thighs, grazing my sensitive centre.

Sinnett hums, tracing his fingers over the damp material of my underwear. “You’re soaked, strawberry.”

“For you,” I manage to murmur breathlessly.

His tongue pokes the side of his mouth as he pushes the material to the side and drags his fingers through the wet folds, eliciting a deep shudder from my body. He grins as he pulls his hand away and pushes his saturated finger between his lips, sucking it dry.

“Tastes sweet like a strawberry.”

If this man doesn’t stop talking, I fear I’m going to spontaneously combust on his lap because what the fuck .

“Do you ever stop talking?” I repeat his earlier words, biting back a grin.

Sinnett returns my grin and drags me forward until my bare chest brushes his. “You have a smart mouth, don’t you?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when it was wrapped around your cock.”

“Jesus Christ, Tate,” he groans, rocking his hips upward, forcing his dick to slide against my core. “Maybe I do need to shut the fuck up or else I’m going to come before we’ve even started.”

“Good choice,” I murmur and drag my bottom lip between my teeth.

Sinnett grabs my hips and lifts me, allowing me enough space to grab his dick and place the head at my entrance. My skin is on fire as I lower myself on him, slowly but surely taking him inch by painful inch until I’m seated on his thighs.

It’s hard to breathe when I’m this full.

My eyes find Sinnett, and he’s watching me with parted lips.

His hands squeeze my waist, indicating I should move.

The thought of moving with this monstrosity inside me is terrifying, but with a little bit of guidance from Sinnett, I lift my hips, dragging him along my walls before I lower onto him again.

“Tate, I’m going to need you to ride my cock, okay?” Sinnett holds my gaze, his ocean eyes intense.