Breaking His Rules (11 page)

I giggled and held onto his back as he opened the door to his master bedroom, catching a glimpse of his monstrous bed when he turned to close the door. It was a glorious four poster with dark wood and leather. Masculine and yet lovely at the same time. He tossed me onto the bed with little ceremony and straddled my body, caging me in with his arms and legs.

I didn’t have time to think—let alone breathe—before his mouth was devouring mine. I went for the buttons on his shirt first, flying through them like I was an Indy car racer on the final lap to the finish line. He moaned as I explored the contours of his broad shoulders and every inch of his flexing muscles down his arms. He lifted one hand and then the other, letting me toss his shirt away. I wanted his cock in my mouth and I wanted it now, so I made a quick move for the opening of his jeans.

“Good God, woman.” He panted. “I’m supposed to be stripping you.”

He caught my hands and pulled them over my head and proceeded to grind his rock hard shaft against my pussy while his lips continued their torturous assault on my mouth and along my exposed shoulders and chest. All I could think about was his hot tongue circling its way toward my tits and the way it set my skin aflame.

“This sweater is a total mind fuck,” he said with a licentious grin. “Hides your ass but teases me with a view of your beautiful skin.” Still keeping my wrists secured above my head with one hand, he used the other to yank down the material and bra on one side, exposing my aroused nipple. He nibbled on the hardened bud and circled it with his tongue. It tightened and ached under his careful tutelage.

He tugged at it with his teeth and I shuddered, unable to keep still. Watching his lips and tongue at work on my body was blissfully hot. My hips rocked under his and I was rewarded with the slow grind of his hard dick. He kneeled back on his haunches and drew me toward him, reaching for my sweater and pulling it over my head. A sexy little smirk lifted his lips while he unfastened my bra expertly with one hand.

He tossed my bra aside and cupped each tit in his strong hands, kneading and rolling the taut nipples between his finger and thumb. His lips parted as he played with them and I arched forward in a silent plea for him to taste me.

“I love these,” he said, squeezing gently with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. “But I love the little treasure hidden under here even more.” With one hand, he found my crotch and massaged through the jeans.

“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed with a cry of frustration.

A husky chuckle was his only response as he maintained an excruciating rhythm on my cunt. He released the zipper on my jeans and slid his hand inside until he found his mark. I ground my hips, taking what I wanted and sighed at the heavenly feel of his fingers stroking my clit. “You’re so greedy, angel. I’ll have none of that.”

Jumping off the bed, he grabbed one of my legs and tugged on my boot. “We’ll put these back on again later.” He kissed the inside of my calf and then removed the other boot. “That’s something I’d like to see. You naked on my bed with those boots on and your legs spread eagle for me. When I’ve had my fill of that sinful view, I’m going to crawl up the bed and eat your pussy real slow-like until you purr.”

I leaned up on my elbows and eye-fucked him then without shame. Did he think he could tease me like that and not feel the effects? My lips pursed as the evidence of his arousal bulged against his pants. He leaned over to grab the waist of my jeans and I shimmied out of them with his help.

“What’s this little gem?” he asked, crawling onto the bed next to me to take a closer look at the lizard-shaped navel ring I wore. “You didn’t have this last week. Why a lizard?”

“Lizards are the spiritual symbol for dreams.” I rested my head on one hand and fingered the lizard with my other hand, pausing to feel the ridges of each sapphire lining the body. “I got it when I moved to Chicago in pursuit of my dreams—to make it on my own.”

“And the sapphires? Is there a hidden meaning there, too?”

Oh, boy. My heart fluttered whenever he gazed at me with an arched brow, especially when I knew his gorgeous smile would soon follow.

“Blue is my favorite color.” My gaze met his. “Just like the color of your eyes.”

And there was his smile…appearing like magic.

“You don’t wear it all the time?” he asked, tracing the lizard.

“You are forever forgetting your own rules,” I said with a grin. “Rule number nine. No rings of any kind. Unless they are in your ears.”

His grin matched mine. “You take my rules very seriously. I adore a woman who follows my orders. Especially in the bedroom. Roll over, baby,” he commanded in a hoarse whisper. “I need to see that ass you’ve kept hidden from me all night.”

Following his rules was far easier than I ever anticipated. Turning onto my belly, I spread my legs a little and lifted my butt slightly while peering at him over my shoulder.

His eyes filled with heat. “Red lace panties are my favorite.”

I giggled and rolled over to confront him. “Liar! You already told me black satin are your favorite.”

He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed to stand in front of him. Once in his embrace, his fingers traced the line of my panties. “Your ass makes a
very
persuasive argument for red lace.”

Warm shivers of delight cascaded over me as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, trailing tiny kisses along the sensitive skin. My smile could not be contained. Damon was one part raw masculinity tempered with two parts sweet and funny. The combination was proving to be irresistible. He’d pleased me in ways I hadn’t expected possible tonight, and I ached to give him as much pleasure.

I found the opening to his jeans and unleashed his hard cock. He wrestled out of his pants and boxers as I stroked him. When he was finally free, I shoved him down on the edge of the bed and kneeled between his legs.

“I’ve been dreaming about this all week,” I said, gazing into his hooded stare as I lowered my mouth to his cock.

“Believe me,” he murmured with his eyes fixated on my descent, “not half as much as I have.”

Pulling back my hair with one hand so he could see the full effect, I drew him into my mouth—all the way to his balls. No teasing. No foreplay. Straight up deep throat. And then I released him and grinned as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh, fuck me.” He growled, falling back onto the bed.

It was my turn to tease him with a husky chuckle. I stroked his shaft hard before bringing him to my mouth again for a few tentative licks around the head. Pre-cum beaded to the top and I sucked it into my mouth. He leaned up on his elbows, watching me through hooded eyes. Desire pooled in his irises with every lash of my tongue. I nibbled and stroked and licked, but never gave him the full satisfaction of my throat, driving him to the brink of insanity. His breathing became labored as I worked his cock, until finally he lost control and held my head steady, driving into my mouth with a guttural moan.

I gave everything he wanted, taking him deeper and sucking with fervor. He bucked and moaned as I applied the full pressure of my tongue in flat, long strokes. His legs trembled slightly and then his cum exploded in my mouth. It slid down my throat with ease and I sucked him dry until his body stopped convulsing with spasms of pleasure.

He pulled me to him and kissed me hungrily while I straddled his lap. My pussy was soaking and throbbing as he clutched my butt cheeks and massaged. His hands were rough and his mouth punishing. I dug my fingers into his hair and held him close, ravishing his tongue and lips. We made out like teenagers under the bleachers at a high school football game and I never wanted it to end. His tongue was all velvety softness and delicious goodness. Before long his cock stirred against my belly and I rubbed shamelessly against it with a moan. By the force of sheer strength, he lifted us off the bed and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the wall, bracing my back against it.

He leaned over and opened the bedside table, reaching for a condom. Tearing the package with his teeth, he held it steady for me. I pulled it out and rolled it onto his stiff cock.

“I’m going to fuck you hard against this wall like I should’ve at Cité,” he said, staring into my eyes with such possessive force it made my knees grow weak as I struggled to hold on to his hips. “If you have a problem with that, then you need to tell me now.”

My only response was to guide his throbbing dick into my pussy and wrap my arms around his neck, preparing for the wild ride. His mouth crushed down on mine as his cock pounded my pussy with relentless abandon. He was so deep inside of me…hands in my hair…tongue lapping in my mouth. I held him close and reveled in the sweet sensations the friction of his body sent shooting across my nipples. He leaned in closer and tilted his hips until he rubbed against my clit with every stroke of his cock. And I was a fucking goner. Completely overcome by his powerful thrusts, I screamed his name into his mouth and burst into glorious flames with my pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock. Damon pounded through my orgasm until I was spent, and only then did he give into his own with a guttural moan and slow thrusts.

My breathing came in big, gulping heaves. “That was—”

“Fucking good,” he said, easing away from me and pulling out so I could stand on unsteady legs. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face.

“Didn’t mean to give you such a workout.” I teased. “Maybe I should stick to salads?”

He laughed and shook his head. “And ruin that round butt of yours? No way. You can work my body any night of the week.”

I ran my hands over his slick shoulders and slumped against the wall. My hair clung to my back. We were both a sticky mess and it felt sensational. “I need a drink of water.”

He tied off the condom and tossed it in the waste basket before bending down to retrieve his shirt. “Throw this on.”

As I buttoned his shirt and rolled up the sleeves, he pulled on his boxers and then led the way out through a maze of hallways. We passed a bathroom on the left and massive walk-in closet on the right before turning a corner that led us back to the entrance of the penthouse. There we walked through a large dining room and into the kitchen. The entire perimeter of the penthouse was lined with thirteen foot ceiling-to-floor windows. I gaped in awe as the entire city twinkled before us.

He turned on the pendant lighting over the center island, illuminating the white marble countertops and sleek black cupboards.

“Have a seat,” he said, directing me to a stool at the island. “Bottled or filtered?”

“Filtered, please.” Folding my arms, I leaned in and rested them on the island countertop, taking in the rest of the kitchen. Stainless steel Bosch appliances filled the space and maintained the sleek look, replete with a built-in Benvenuto fully automatic coffee machine. “You have a beautiful home.”

Damon handed me a glass of water and leaned against the island next to me. “Thank you.” He drained his glass of water in a few quick gulps.

I took a sip of mine and glanced through the adjacent dining room to the living room where a grand piano sat majestically in the corner. “Do you play often?”

“Daily,” he said, taking in my surprised reaction. “What? I have to be prepared whenever I get the itch for dueling pianos. Sometimes the owner shakes it up and allows the audience to make requests. Keeps us on our toes.”

I giggled and swallowed more water. “You can play anything I request from memory? That can’t be possible.”

“Try me.” He smiled and wiggled his fingers suggestively to bring it on.

Late Night Confessions

C
losing my eyes,
I racked my brain for a song outside of his comfort zone. “I’ve got it!” I cried with triumph. “‘Let It Go’ from
Frozen
.”

His expression soured and I couldn’t hold back my giggle.

“Of all the songs you could choose, why that one?” He strutted toward the piano and I hopped off my stool to chase after him.

“Because I don’t believe you can pull it off,” I said tartly, sitting next to him on the piano bench with my legs bouncing in nervous anticipation.

He leveled me with a salacious gleam in his eyes. “What’s my reward if I do?”

My belly tingled at all the possibilities as I considered my response. The fact that he oozed confidence didn’t fool me at all. He was an investment banker in his mid-thirties. No way was he pulling this one off. I didn’t know what his game was, but I was willing to go high stakes. “I’ll wear only my boots for the rest of the night and do whatever pleases you.”

His brow quirked up. “Anything?”

“Anything. But if you can’t,” I added, “then you’re at my complete mercy.”

Placing his fingers on the keys, he leaned over and kissed me. “You’re on!” He played the first notes to the song and flashed a grin. “No reneging now, sexy lady.”

And I groaned within seconds, because I knew without a doubt that he would play and sing the shit out of it; Queen Elsa had nothing on Damon. I had to give him credit. He made the performance more than worth my while—starting off slow and with an air of sadness in his voice, and then increasing the tempo into a jubilant and confident air. I laughed when he took liberties and replaced “queen” with “king” and “good girl” with “good boy”. After such a stellar performance, I had a sneaky suspicion he’d watched the Disney movie more than once. He finished the song with a dramatic flair, running his fingers across the entire keyboard.

“You’re a dirty little cheater!” I cried, throwing my arms around his neck and straddling his lap. “Fess up. How many nieces do you have? You don’t play fair.”

He threw back his head and laughed while hugging me tight. “I never said I couldn’t play it. But you’re right. My niece adores that song and requests it every time she comes to the bistro for dueling pianos. Sometimes I have to play it, but more often than not she wants her mommy to sing it. Sydney performs it even better.”

“Hold up.” I shook my head. Had I heard him right? “Sydney is your sister?”