Breaking His Rules Page 7

  Without a word, I turned to walk through the living room and up the stairs. His hands were on me again as he wide-stepped behind me, his cock a thick measure of strength against my behind. We made our way up to my master suite on the top floor. All the way, he kissed me along my neck, gripped my breasts, and rubbed himself against me. I was undone before we got there and nearly melted once we did.

  With force, he turned me to face him, and ripped at the flimsy lace of my panties, but I couldn’t have cares less. I had a million more. Ashton pushed me onto the bed. I watched as he took my shoes off, laboring over the straps too slowly for my liking. Instead of getting a condom out or climbing on top of me, he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. “I’ve been waiting to see this. To do this,” he whispered, placing his hands on either side of my thighs.

  I shuddered as he yanked me down the bed until my thighs were over his shoulders and the very center of me was directly in his face. When he pressed his face between my legs, his shadow of a beard brushed against soft flesh and made me shudder. He took me into his mouth and explored me, his tongue and lips working in tandem to bring me to screaming orgasm. I sank my fingers into his hair, pushing him closer, rocking myself against his face until I couldn’t see, blinded from the sheer pleasure.

  I came against him, voice hoarse from screaming his name.

  “Hmmm, you taste as good as you look,” he said when he finally allowed me to rest.

  “And your sex game is as good as you believe it is,” I responded breathlessly.

  “Funny lady. You know, I’m going to make you believe that before the night is through,” he bit out. Ashton stood and leaned over my body to level a deep kiss and I melted. Already deep in the post orgasm haze, I rode the waves of ecstasy, the buzz of our flesh against each other, his hands on my body, my legs entangled in his taking over me. I didn’t need to breathe, didn’t need to think. All I needed and wanted was for this moment to go on and on. I craved him. His fingers roamed up my body and he squeezed my breasts before pinching the tips. I let out a gasp, my lungs for just a moment overriding the desire to feel his lips on mine. I was lost in the moment, sinking fast beneath him and grinding against him in a feeble effort to ease the ache of need in my core.

  He broke our kiss and the absence left me immediately cold, my breasts and core thirsting for his attention. He stood once again, and I knew I should have scooted myself higher onto the bed, but my legs were zero help. “No way you can talk as much shit as I do without something to back it up,” he said.

  I laughed, probably more from sheer euphoria than from anything else. I heard the crinkling sound of plastic ripping, the slap of rubber, and two seconds later he was lowering himself on top of me. His mouth was working its way up my body. I arched into his kiss, my body physically reaching for the sensation of his soft lips against my skin. He lifted me and took me upward, closer to the head of the bed until my feet no longer dangled. He moved me as if I weighed five pounds, then lay on top of me, capturing my mouth in a rush. A gentle moan came from somewhere inside him as I ran my hands through his golden hair, then down his back. It was swollen with muscles, causing a passing thought about how many hours he must have spent in the gym.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and he adjusted himself, preparing to enter me. The slight sting of my sex as it stretched to accommodate him was enough to make me bite into his lip and force a groan from him. I hadn’t been with anyone in so long, the feeling was pure indulgence and passion, heat between us making our bodies slick as we moved against each other.

  “Oh, Ashton,” I cried out as the speed of his thrusts increased steadily. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, his powerful body covering mine as he strained against me.

  “You are so goddamn sexy,” he whispered, pulling back to look at me.

  I came undone beneath the weight of his stare, an orgasm tearing at me and breaking me into shards of myself. Ashton lifted my legs after kissing me once more and placed them on his shoulders. I gripped the comforter that he hadn’t even bothered to strip from the bed, ready for the rough ride that was bound to come in short order.

  Goddamn, I cursed mentally, he was exactly what I needed. For just a moment, I allowed the fear and concern, sadness, loneliness, and pain to slide from my body. I was going to enjoy myself for a change.

  After a particularly powerful thrust, I lost it, screamed his name, my hands gripping the comforter and balling it in my fists. “Ashton…” I cried out, as yet another ripple of pleasure peaked, taking my breath away until my scream faded into a silent cry.

  He shuddered, his thrusts faster and faster—the rhythmic sound of the headboard banging into the wall a harsh melody when combined with the noises of flesh meeting. When he stilled, his body one corded statue of tension as the moonlight shone on him through slits of blinds making the beads of sweat glisten, I saw his vulnerability. Gone was the young, confident man who’d made me forget my sanity, and in his place, a sensitive creature stripped of bravado. But only for a second. As his release subsided, his mask came back. The one that had me at a smile and dance so freely was back.

  He collapsed, his big body on top of me, but gently somehow. The scent of his peppermint shampoo and masculinity filled me.

  “Oh my god, that was—” he started to say. But when he fell silent and rolled from me, I knew we were done. He’d gotten what he wanted and so had I.

  That would be the end of it. I knew that. I’d known going in, but a part of me, that selfish, insane part, didn’t want that to be it. It wasn’t love. I was old enough to know that, with the remnants of my forty-first birthday in the rearview. But it was comfortable.

  Lifting my comforter, I crawled under it to cover my sudden sense of modesty. In the moments after, I felt exposed with him. “Yeah, it was.”

  I ignored the girl deep inside who desperately wanted to see something that wasn’t there, the boy who was unexpectedly vulnerable in a moment of passion, who would change my life, closing the door soundly in her face. I suspected I was what all women were to him, the newness of experience his primary drive for the pursuit. Now that it had happened, all the drive was gone. I was a notch in his belt and perhaps an itch he wanted to scratch with someone so very different from what he was used to. Nearly an oddity.

  When I felt the comforter rise, Ashton sliding his body beneath the warm layer and his gentle pull of my body toward his, I shuddered. I wanted to break free of him. I wasn’t nearly strong enough for a fake cuddle session, but instead I allowed myself to go with it.

  That girl inside me reappeared and I firmly told her, You’ve got about five minutes.

  Chapter 7

  Ashton

  We’d done some things. As I lay there, holding her and feeling like an utter fraud for even trying to pull her close to me, I pondered that for a moment. Here was a woman who seemed to be as chill and casual about sex as I was. The naughtiest part of me, the part that was more scoundrel than postcoital cuddler, wanted to do more. There was something about her that pushed me to satisfy her. Sure, she’d come, twice or three times, I couldn’t be sure.

  “What have you always wanted to do sexually?” I said. I’d never actually asked a woman what she wanted. For a long time, I’d probably taken for granted that a woman trembling and appearing thoroughly shagged meant she was satisfied. I paused for a moment to consider that perhaps satisfied and satiated—meaning women were so pleased with the sexual experience that they physically couldn’t stand any more and hadn’t lacked a single thing from the encounter—were two totally different things.

  I felt her shudder next to my chest. She was pulled in close to me and I could feel her breathing, her heart beating into my arm, and for sure a shudder. On a sigh, she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that question.”

  “Yeah, well, apparently tonight is a night for firsts,” I said, and laugh
ed. There was a whole double entendre she wasn’t privy to, but she chuckled as well. She had no way to know this was a first for me, too.

  “So, for my whole life I’ve been told…You know what? Nope. I’m not doing this with you tonight—”

  “No. Terra, this is a night for firsts. What is it that you want? Free of judgment and no watchers to tell you what’s right and wrong. If you were completely out of time—the plane’s going down, the ship is sinking—what would you want to do with your very last breath? Sexually only, please and thank you.” Shit, that was probably one of the deepest things I’d ever asked anyone, and for some reason, maybe it was the drinks at Mauricio’s, I genuinely wanted to know.

  Her rib cage expanded, and after a second, she blew out a long breath, one that seemed to be cleansing and pure. “I…I have never had sex outdoors. I’ve never been tied up. Those are things I’ve never trusted anyone to do to me—with me, I mean,” she said.

  While that perhaps wasn’t the wildest sexual fantasy I’d ever heard, the last part got me. I’ve never trusted anyone…“So, do you want to do it now? Am I the person you can trust enough to fulfill those fantasies?” Fear gripped me. Not of her response, but of the fact that I wanted to do it. I wanted to be the one.

  “I don’t know…are you?” Terra’s body tensed. There was something radiating from her that hadn’t been there before. She was holding on to my arm around her waist as if, should she let go, she would drift away.

  I bent lower and kissed her on top of her head. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Terra,” I said into her hair. “But I want you to know, I would never walk out of here and leave you tied up, alone. I would never put you in a position where you held no power. I’m a lot of things, but neither of those. So if that is want you want, let’s explore together. If not, we can get dressed, go downstairs for something to eat or drink, and then you can kick me out at your whim.”

  For a time, as if she were contemplating the national debt, she was still and quiet. She was silent for so long I honestly thought she was going to kick me out on the spot. Then, when I was sure she’d fallen asleep while pondering her answer, she purred, “Okay, let’s do it.”

  Ollie sprang to life, because he wasn’t the kind of cock to miss an opportunity. I did a quick mental check and thanked my obsessive compulsion to be ever ready for the remaining condom. “Okay. I know just the thing. All you need to do is tell me if I do something that makes you nervous or when you want me to stop. Can you do that?” I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. I wanted to look at her face to make sure I wasn’t pushing her in my zeal to give her something she would remember.

  When she shifted in my arms and turned to face me on the bed, I could see both fear and excitement mixed in her expression. “I can,” was all she said.

  I took the opportunity to kiss her firmly and slow on her mouth to let her know I was there. I would take care of her. When I felt her relax in my arms, I pulled away. “Pantyhose?” It wasn’t something that women seemed to wear anymore, but I figured I had a better chance with that than a tie.

  “Tights,” she said in nearly a whisper. Sitting up on the bed, she wore a pensive expression along with her body language. Pulling her knees into her chest, she wrapped both arms around them as if anchoring herself.

  I sat up beside her and leaned into her, putting my face directly in her line of sight, and said, “I’m here with you right now. I’m going to take care of you. I don’t know if that’s happened for you in some time, and you definitely don’t appear to be a woman seeking someone to do that for you, but for the next few hours, I just want you to feel. Can you do that?”

  Her eyes flickered with what seemed like questioning. With trembling lips, she placed her hand on my arms and lowered her legs. “Yes,” she said finally.

  I moved in slow, tamping down the need to conquer that was crawling through my veins to kiss her gently on her full lips. Tension seemed to ease from her as she pressed against me, her mouth warm against mine. I pulled away because two more seconds and we wouldn’t have made it out of the bed. “Where are those tights of yours, Terra?” I asked, and damned if it didn’t sound like a growl in my own ears.

  “I’ll get them,” she said. Terra released me and moved from the bed to her dresser, the movement of her naked body across the floor a symphony of sensuality. I took a deep breath to center myself. Her room was illuminated only by the light of the en suite bathroom. I probably wouldn’t have been able to contain myself if all the lights were on. She pulled open a drawer and I noticed her take out a small black case, like a gun case. I could understand her having one, but the sight of it gave me pause. Not enough for my cock to notice, since apparently Ollie was fucking shameless.

  She placed the case on top of the dresser and pulled out a ball of fabric, closed the drawer, turned, and walked back. As a red-blooded man, I should have been watching her teardrop-shaped breasts on display, but instead I was content to watch her face—the way the shadows illuminated its planes and curves, the naughty, crooked smile she sported, as if she was keeping a dirty secret. There were stories in her eyes and I wondered if I’d be allowed in on her thoughts. Shouldn’t have. But I wanted to know all the things she was too afraid to tell her girlfriends. Too dark for the light of day.

  “Are these the mysterious tights?” I asked, making no attempt to camouflage my ignorance of women’s undergarments.

  “Mysterious? Trust me, they aren’t mysterious. After a couple of hours wearing them, you’ll want to burn the damn things. Even if they do make your ass look great.”

  “Good to know. Next time I’m at the mall, I’ll grab a pair,” I said, a smirk I couldn’t help on my face. I rose to meet her and noticed I towered over her when she wasn’t wearing her shoes. I grabbed her hands and took the silky material from her. “Arms behind your back or at your sides?” I asked. Her comfort was paramount if she was to feel safe.

  “Back. Behind my back. In my mind…” she started, but hesitated. Her brow creased and she looked at me with embarrassment creeping into her expression. “I don’t…”

  “Terra, we don’t have to do anything you’re nervous about, but the goosebumps on your flesh hint at excitement.” I wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be ashamed of expressing her sensuality with me. “This is about you. You guide the pace. You take the wheel. I’m yours for a few hours and will obey”—I raised her hands to my lips and guided a forefinger into my mouth, sucking first gently, then with more force before releasing—“your every request.”

  A tremble went through her. I slid an arm around her back, stooping a bit to accommodate her stature. “Well…um, I always wanted to be bound…feet and hands.”

  My brow quirked. “Do you have another pair of tights?” After she retrieved them—how many pairs of hosiery did women have anyway?—I led her to the balcony just off her bedroom, condom in hand. There were sounds of a few cars, but the streets were deserted at 3 A.M. The sky was overcast, hiding a full moon as if it were collaborating on our experiment. Perfect. Starting with her hands, I tied her to the cool railing. The night air was brisk in the early fall, but warmth blasted from her bedroom and her body. I kissed my way down her curvy frame, stopping to attend to the delicate folds between her legs, dipping my tongue in and teasing the nub until she bucked against my mouth. “Terra, don’t come yet,” I demanded, and heard the moan that was a cross between plea and pleasure.

  I licked down her inner thigh and I was on to binding her feet. Terra had a wonderful balcony that had walls on the sides. Our audience was the Detroit River and an empty walking path just across the street. There was all the excitement of exhibitionism, but enough cover of night to prevent unwanted attention.

  Her knees trembled on either side of my face and I ran my hands up her calves, smooth skin and heat meeting my touch. I licked my way back up the path from before, stopping onc
e again to indulge in her essence. “You’re so wet,” I murmured, and dove inside with my tongue. Using the flexibility of the tights, I maneuvered a leg outward, which afforded me full access to her sex. I dove in, letting her moans and rocking against my lips spur me on.

  Terra pulled against her makeshift restraints, her body arching, pressing her mound into my mouth harder. At the rise of her moans, I pulled away. “Oh, Terra, you can’t come yet, beautiful. This is an exercise in control. I need you to wait until we’re ready. Can you do that?”

  A cry pierced the night silence and my cock jumped at the sound. “Yes…yes I can,” she whimpered.

  I moved up her body, kissing her stomach, the delicate concave in the center of her chest, and her breasts. Her chest was heaving as her arms quaked against the taut fabric. “Do you need a safety word, love?” I teased. True BSDM was nowhere near here, but I still wanted her to be aware of the absolute control of the situation. “If you have any”—I kissed her—“concerns”—I suckled her breast and gently grazed the tight nipple between my teeth—“you should have an escape route, yes?”

  A near scream tore from her and she bucked against me. “No…no. I feel safe, Ashton. Just keep going,” she begged.

  I stood, taking her in once more. Damned if she wasn’t sexy. Grabbing her chin, I tipped her head up and kissed her again, letting the taste of her fill both our senses, and ran my other hand between her legs. I slipped two fingers inside and used my thumb to caress her swollen clit. She drenched my fingers, and the softness inside her contracted and released in rhythm around my fingers. She was tight enough for me to feel every delicate bend of her body. I could have come right there, my mouth on hers, my hand touching her core, but I held on. “Tell me what you want, Terra,” I said, staring into her eyes. They were half lidded and took on an aroused gleam.

  “I want you inside me, Ashton.”