Wrong (Breaking the Rules) (14 page)

She was doing everything in her power to make me want to fuck her on the damn sidewalk. When she came out of the apartment earlier, hips swaying in her tight jeans, I’d almost decided to can the whole date idea. She was worth more to me though. I wanted her to have a real date because she fucking deserved it.

After paying for our entry, I led her to a booth that was along the side of the bar but still had a good view of the stage. I waited for her to slide in first and sat down beside her so we could both see the piano. She ordered a Peppermint Kiss and I got a Vodka Red Bull. Once our drinks arrived, we snuggled together, waiting for the pianist to come on.

“This has been a nice date. I think I may get spoiled,” she spoke, rubbing her hand along my thigh. The delicate pattern she was tracing along the inside had my dick trying to rip through the denim of my jeans.

“Babe, you really shouldn’t start something you can’t finish,” I groaned as her hand now cradled my cock through my pants.

“I love that I have this control over your body,” she purred into my ear.

The lights suddenly were eliminated except for the spotlight pointing to the stage. The pianist walked over and launched right into Sophisticated Lady. When I felt her hand undoing my pants, I jerked my head towards her.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

She gave me the sexiest smile she could muster. “I’m satisfying my man. Nobody can see us. It’s too dark.”

I felt her slide the zipper down and my dick bulged through my boxer briefs, begging to be let out. When she wrestled my cock free, I nervously looked around. Everyone was looking at the stage.
Oh God!
Her tongue darted out and tentatively licked the tip. When I felt her mouth capture my cock, I groaned and threaded my fingers through her hair. Taking my noises and body language as encouragement, she bobbed her head up and down while she licked and sucked me.

Her teeth scraped me a few times, but it was hot as hell. A small hand slid underneath the shaft, gently stroking my balls, and I nearly came right then. I could tell she was testing how far she could take me because I felt my dick slide down the back of her throat momentarily before she pulled it back out.

“You have to stop or I won’t be able to control it and you’ll get a mouthful before you know it.”

I swallowed my words as she swallowed my length. Finally giving in to my orgasm, I felt my seed pump into her mouth. She gulped it all down and slipped her mouth off of me. I released her hair, and she efficiently put me back in my pants, refastening them.

“Oh my God, babe. That was incredible.” I was still panting and in shock. For someone new to the whole sex scene, she was catching on quickly.

“Was it now? I listened to enough of Andi’s blowjob stories to figure out what you might like.”

I pulled her close to me and marveled at how I had this smart, sexy, vixen of a woman who had no problems giving her man head in public. Finally, I’d gone and found the perfect woman.

We enjoyed the pianist and drank a few more rounds with our arms around each other. I hoped this would be a memorable first date for her. I wanted all of her firsts to be with me. She was a shiny diamond I’d found in a sea of rocks and I was going to treasure her.

“Let’s get out of here, gorgeous. I want to spend some time with you. Alone.” My eyes met hers and we shared the same heated stare.

Grabbing hold of her hand, I helped her out of the booth. The drive back to her apartment was short since we hadn’t ventured out too far, and I was eager to get her upstairs.

After I parked just down the street from her place, we got out and walked hand in hand. The cool air whipped around us, but the heat that pulsed between us kept us both hot.

As we were about to arrive at her building, someone stepped out of the alley in front of us. The shadows covered his features, but he held something in his hand, pointed at us, that glimmered with the reflection of the moonlight. Tensing at the sudden appearance, I halted, drawing Pepper close to me.

“Hand over the purse, bitch,” the deep voice growled at her. He took a step towards us out of the shadow, and it now became visible that he was holding a gun.
Shit.

My hand squeezed Pepper’s, urging her to do as he said. His baseball cap hid his features, but he radiated anger, which made my nerves rattle in fear for her. She was probably freaking out right now.

“I’ll give you my cash, but you can’t have my purse. My cards will mean nothing to you because I’ll just cancel them.”

What the fuck? Is she taunting this creep?

“I didn’t ask for your cash. I said to hand me your fucking purse!” He stalked the last few feet over to us and trained the gun to my forehead. The guy had a couple of inches on me and at least fifty pounds. Plus he had a gun.

“Sweetie, hand over the purse. Then the man can be on his way,” I told her in a calm, coaxing voice. She wasn’t thinking straight if she thought she could reason with a criminal.

She glared at him in a silent standoff, challenging him. I was scared of what he would do to either one of us if she didn’t chill out.

“You’ve got three seconds before I blow his fucking brains all over the street. One. Two.”

“Take it, motherfucker!” she spat as she tossed it to him. She was furious, and I felt her anger radiating around her.

He tucked it under his arm and walked away in the opposite direction, keeping his weapon aimed at us until he disappeared down an alleyway.

“Shit. Let’s get inside,” I huffed, dragging her into her building. Once inside, I grabbed both of her shoulders and made her look at me. “What the hell was that? You were taunting that lunatic! He could have killed us!” I was shaking her, trying to make her realize that she’d behaved stupidly. Criminals didn’t negotiate.

“That asshole now has the keys to my apartment, my driver’s license, business cards, and my phone. He knows my life now!”

Finally, I could see the ice crack. Her chin shook slightly and she bit down hard on her lip to stop it. She couldn’t stop her eyes as they filled with tears. A tear spilled over and raced down her cheek.

“Shit, Jordan.” The adrenaline was wearing off and the gravity of the situation started to sink in. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, hugging her tight.

“Babe, it’s going to be okay. We’ll change your locks. You’ll be safe at work with all of the other employees. Let’s call the police and make a report.” I kissed the top of her head but made no moves to grab my phone and call the police.

“Jordan, why didn’t he take your wallet? Doesn’t that strike you as odd? What kind of criminal robs one person but not the other?” My mind raced at what she was saying.

Why the fuck didn’t he take my wallet and phone?

“I’m calling the police right now. This is too fucking weird,” I agreed, quickly taking my phone from my pocket.

Finally, after the police had taken our statements, it was hours later and we were both exhausted from it all. After the police left, we spent another thirty minutes explaining everything to Andi, Jackson, and Olive. I was completely over it and ready for bed. Leaving Jordan in the living room with the others, I slipped away to my room. Throwing myself onto the bed, I succumbed to the tears that had been threatening me for hours. With my face buried on the comforter, I cried both tears of fear and anger.

A body joined me on the bed. The perfect smell let me know it was Jordan. He didn’t speak. He just gently rubbed my back as I cried, which made me cry harder. I could have had him killed all because I had been stubborn about handing over my purse. My stomach roiled in disgust at my selfishness. Sensing my self-loathing, he leaned over and kissed my hair.

“You are a brave woman. I admire that about you.” He was forgiving me for putting his life in danger. The man was damn near perfect.

That stupid asshole who’d stolen my purse had ruined our date. I wanted to make it up to Jordan. Finally, I rolled to my side so I could look at him.

“Jordan, I am so sorry. I feel sick about the whole thing,” I whimpered.

His hand brushed along my cheek, and he grinned the smile that made my lower belly pulsate. “Babe, forget about it. I want you to stop worrying about it. It’s over and we’re both safe.” He leaned over from beside me and kissed my forehead.

Suddenly, I didn’t want simple cuddling. I wanted him buried deep inside of me. The connection we had while making love was one I craved at that moment.

My hand grazed his chest, sliding all the way down to the top of his jeans. He tensed underneath my gentle touch, anticipating my next move. I flicked my gaze to his and our eyes met, both of us pleading silently with the other. Before I could express to him what I wanted, he rolled over me, pinning me underneath him. His lips crashed down onto mine, and our kiss started out frantic and needy.

The hardness of his erection pressed into my pelvic bone through our clothes. Pulling my legs out from under him, I hooked them over his hips. He took the invitation to grind into me, and we both cried out in pleasure from the contact. My hips kept bouncing to meet him as he dry humped me.

“Jordan,” I moaned as I broke our kiss, “I can’t wait anymore. I need you right now.”

“Good. I need you too,” he agreed hoarsely, sliding back and onto his knees. He took off his shirt in one swift move, and my eyes dropped to his sculpted chest. I would never tire looking at his body. My sex throbbed at his perfect form.

Leaning over, he quickly started unfastening my jeans. While he tended to my pants, I pulled my sweater off and tossed it across the room. He’d already tugged my jeans down my legs as I unhooked my bra and threw it away. I shivered when he stood and started undoing his own jeans. The little trail of hair above his waistline made me crazy with desire. My hand automatically slid to my breast and I rubbed my nipple as I enjoyed my private show of him undressing.

His eyes darkened as he watched me. He removed his boxer briefs next, freeing his cock. Taking it in his hand, he stroked it slowly as he gazed at me while I touched my breast. It was such a turn-on to see him touch himself that I wanted to soothe my own ache. My fingers from my free hand tentatively slid down to my panty line. I slipped my middle finger underneath and found the area that called for release. My clit surged with electricity as my finger flitted over it hesitantly at first.

“Fuck, woman. You are so beautiful. I could come just watching you touch yourself. But you don’t want that babe, do you? Do you want me to get you off?” It was so hot when he talked to me like this.

Biting my lip to stifle a moan, I nodded. He grinned and eased his hands up my legs to my panties and pulled them off of me. My finger was still between my folds, but I was completely naked for him now. Drawing my hand away, he leaned forward and brought my finger into his mouth, sucking away my wetness.

“You taste so good. I want to take my time licking you until you come into my mouth.”

I whimpered and spread my legs. His words. His voice. All he had to do was talk dirty to me and I probably could have orgasmed on command.

He roughly spread my legs apart, and I felt exposed, bare, and wanted his touch more than anything. Sensing my need, he knelt down and brought his lips just above my sex. His tongue flicked out and licked gently over my clit. My ass lifted from the bed, chasing his tongue as it withdrew back into his mouth. The combination of his rumbling laughter and hot breath on my sensitive area made me cry out for him.