Paper Rules Part 2

Sky feels the floor tilt. New company. New rules. Seth stands over her, breath on her neck, telling her to get on the ground. She drops fast. His hand grips her hair and pulls her between his legs. Mouth open, tongue working, she takes him deep, eyes wet, spit running down her chin. He shifts, turns her around, and Sky lowers onto his face. Her thighs shake as he licks up and presses hard. Heat spreads. She grinds, then bends forward and swallows him again. They stay locked like that, mouths and bodies trading heat, her tongue sliding down while his never stops. He flips her, climbs over, and she wraps her lips around him until he spills across her face, thick streaks hitting skin, lashes, mouth. The mask of control cracks. Sky lies there, sticky, used, catching what the old rules never gave her.