Rule Breaker By Accident

by Parker, Ali

  Of course, once my eyes reached his hips, I sneaked a peak at what was jutting up to rest between them. His cock was curved up to below his belly button, veined, thick, and looking more than a little intimidating. It fit before, it will fit again.

  The thought reassured me, making my shoulders roll back. My gaze was making its way back to his face when I caught sight of how shiny the tip of his dick was. There was definitely moisture there, and for some reason, the realization made my mouth water.

  “I can feel you looking at me like that,” Rylen said, his voice muffled under his arm. “Do whatever it was you wanted to do and get back here; otherwise, I’m coming after you and you’re not going to get to do it until much, much later.”

  A surprised giggle came out of me, then I grabbed the packet with my new swimsuit in it and hightailed it to the bathroom. I changed quickly, leaving my clothes right there on the floor like some kind of slob. It didn’t bother me as much as it usually would have, though.

  Once I reached the door, I slowed down and sauntered, hopefully seductively, back into the room. Rylen had sat up while I was in the bathroom, his back resting against the white upholstered headboard behind our bed.

  His eyes widened when he saw me, then nearly bugged out. “Well, if anything was worth stopping when you did, it’s that.”

  “Thank you.” I struck a pose when I reached the end of the bed, turning slowly when he lifted a finger and motioned for me to do it. “Now, are you more comfortable like that or would you like to lie down?”

  Eyes narrowing, he cocked his head. “More comfortable for what?”

  “I want to taste you,” I said plainly, but the words still had the effect of making the space between my legs throb. “May I?”

  “Fuck yes.” His voice came out as a harsh whisper crossed with a groan. It was sexy as hell.

  Scooting down a little, he propped himself up on his elbows. His eyes followed me hungrily as I crawled onto the bed, taking him by the ankles to spread his legs farther apart for me. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

  “I know. You can stop telling me that.” Crap, why did that sound like a freaking purr? “All you need to say, for the next however long we’re doing this, is what you need from me.”

  My head reached the tops of his thighs, so I drew my heels under my butt and licked the skin at the juncture of his leg and groin. He trembled slightly, his hands flying into my hair.

  Gripping me tightly, but not so tightly that it hurt, he guided me so my lips were hovering over his raging hard-on. I thought it would have gone down a bit since I’d left him alone for a few minutes, but it hadn’t.

  “Fine, right now I need you to put your mouth on me.” His tone was firm and commanding, but his touch was still gentle.

  Parting my lips, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth just like he’d asked. His taste on my tongue was slightly salty, but nothing bitter like I remembered from my first time. In fact, none of what we were doing was anything like that had been.

  Rylen’s hips started moving once I found a rhythm, his shaft a fascinating juxtaposition of steel and velvet between my lips. When my tongue flicked over a soft spot at the base of his head, he shuddered and let out a sound that told me I had to do it again.

  “Fuck, Olive. Fuck-fuck-fuck.” His fingers dug into my scalp, but then they were on my shoulders and hauling me up. “That’s enough for now. Get a condom on me.”

  “Yes, sir.” It was meant to be playful, but it didn’t come out that way. Instead I was nearly panting, already reaching for the fabric of my swimsuit top. “Does that mean I should get naked, too, then?”

  He nodded, putting his hands over mine and making quick work at getting the tight-fitting suit off. Thankfully, the bottoms had little bows at the sides so once he had the top off, the bottoms followed easily.

  Rylen groaned as he took me in, his eyes drinking me in like I was the best thing he had ever seen. Finally sitting up, he leaned over across the bed to rummage around for his wallet.

  When he finally located it and extracted the foil package, he handed it over to me. “You know, I’m not usually into the ‘yes, sir’ stuff, but that was fucking hot. It feels like anything with you would be.”

  A tingle traveled down my spine. “I’m so with you on that.”

  Bringing the package to my mouth, I bit down on the corner and tore it open. A strange feeling of power rippled through me when I noticed Rylen was watching me closely, his eyes hooded.

  He gripped the base of his cock in one hand, which was a sight I desperately wanted to see more of, then used his free hand to guide me with the condom. Once it was on, he just about growled at me. “Get on top of me. You’re running the show tonight, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

  I whimpered quietly. Why was it so sexy when he spoke to me like that? Need throbbed in my core more intensely now. Moving as fast as I could to do what he had commanded me to, I placed a knee on either side of his legs and slowly lowered myself onto him.

  The broad head of his cock nudged at my entrance, finally sliding into me as I came down farther. He stretched me out as far as I could take it and then a little more, but it felt so good that I was practically seeing stars by the time I’d worked him all the way into me.

  Rylen’s jaw was tight, his body tense beneath me. “You feel too fucking good, Olive. It’s taking everything I have not to let go right now. Move, baby. Please.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, lifting up on my knees before slamming back down onto him. I repeated the movement until it felt so good that my head fell back and my mouth opened on a silent scream.

  At some point, Rylen took my hands and placed them on his shoulders. His hips thrust with mine, his hands firmly on my hips. The angle gave me everything I needed, dragging my clit over his pelvic bone while he hit every nerve ending inside of me.

  Better knowing what to expect this time, I felt my orgasm building like a fireball about to shoot from a cannon. I bit my lip and opened my eyes to look at him just before pleasure dragged me into its embrace and reduced me to a trembling, quivering mess in his arms.

  “Oh, God. Rylen, oh. I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me, baby.” His reply was gritted out between his teeth, but I was only vaguely aware of it. Sensation ripped through me from my center all the way to my toes. They curled just as I screamed his name, not giving a damn that half the ship could probably hear me.

  I heard him mutter something, but I was too far gone to make out what it was. I soon found out it was a warning that he was about to come too. His hands gripped my hips harder and his thrusts became more powerful. Fast and hard he drove into me until I felt his thighs shudder and his body tense as his cock pulsed deep inside of me.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes after, me lying on top of him with him still inside me. My head rested in the crook of his neck, our bodies covered in a fine film of sweat.

  I knew I had to get off him at some point, but my knees were weak and despite the fact that I was sated, I didn’t want to lose the feel of his body in and against mine yet. Releasing a quiet sigh, I cuddled deeper into his embrace and felt his arms tightening around me.

  Neither of us said a word, but it felt like we were both trying to tell the other something with our bodies. Having never had casual sex before, I didn’t know if it was always like this, but it certainly didn’t feel that casual anymore.

  Bringing me on this trip felt like it meant more. I didn’t know why he had done it, or why he was spoiling me so much. Curiosity had nearly had me asking him a hundred times since we’d gotten on board, but it felt like asking him might break whatever spell we were under and I didn’t want to ruin the trip.

  It was my understanding that bringing stuff like that up to a guy was necessary, but also that you had to choose your moment. Heidi and Valerie had both told me more than once that having “the talk” was often something people feared, and if it was brought up at the wrong time, it could easily ruin t
hings.

  The trip was magical so far. I didn’t want to be the one to say anything that could make the rest of the weekend awkward, but I could be honest with myself, and if I was, then I had to admit that I was starting to have feelings for him.

  Real feelings. Feelings that had nothing to do with becoming a new woman or making new friends. Feelings that had everything to do with how much I liked this guy and how badly I wanted to be with him. To be his and for him to be mine.

  Chapter 23

  Rylen

  Olive rocked my fucking world last night, I thought as I slowly opened my eyes. Sunlight was streaming in through the sheer white curtains. With how we’d gone at each other after getting back from dinner, we’d never gotten around to rolling down the blackout blinds.

  The ship rocked gently, not as much as I had expected it to before we came on board. It wasn’t nauseating or unpleasant at all, it was weirdly comforting instead. Although, it was very possible that the comfort I was feeling was coming from holding Olive in my arms.

  It was only the second morning I was waking up with her like this, but it felt familiar. It felt like something I had been waiting to do all my life and was only now finally getting around to actually doing.

  As our relationship had grown over the last couple of weeks, I had been starting to suspect that I was developing feelings for this woman in my arms. At first, I had convinced myself that it was only because she had given up her virginity to me, and of course, I had to feel something for a girl who trusted me so deeply with something so valuable.

  It wasn’t that, though. As I lay there with her head on my chest and her arm around my waist, I realized it never had been that. Even before that had happened, I’d liked Olive as more than just a quick fuck.

  Hell, approximately fifteen hours ago I’d been thinking that I didn’t even need to fuck her as long as I got to spend more time with her. No, having sex with Olive had never been just to scratch an itch or satiate lust I felt toward someone I was attracted to.

  I cared about her. I’d started caring for her shortly after having met her, intrigued by her personality as much as I had been with her body. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted to know everything about her.

  I’d been around the block enough times to know that a person didn’t feel that way about someone they only wanted to hook up with. Whatever this thing Olive and I had, it was becoming real for me.

  The way I felt when I was with her, the ridiculous joy that was warming and squeezing my heart at the same time, those were things I hadn’t felt before. Things that I found I was enjoying feeling. It didn’t even scare me. That was how much I enjoyed it.

  There was nothing scary about feeling this way. If anything, it felt oddly peaceful, natural. Serene, even.

  Relaxing my neck, I settled my head back on my goose down pillow and held the girl I was developing these feelings for. Eager as I was for her to wake up, I also didn’t want to wake her. It felt too good to have her in my arms like this.

  My thoughts wandered and before I knew it, Olive was stirring. She blinked sleepily a few times, a slow and lazy smile lifting the corners of her lips when she saw I was already awake.

  “How long have you been up?”

  I shrugged, giving my head a single shake. “I don’t know, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “You should have.” She sat up, a hand going to her mouth as she yawned her way through a stretch. I didn’t think she realized it at first, but the sheet had fallen from her bare body and exposed herself to me. “We’re going to be late for breakfast.”

  Following her gaze to the clock on my nightstand, I sat up just enough to wrap my arms around her waist and flip her onto her back. “But you’re so very naked. We’ve got time. I’ll make this quick.”

  Two orgasms in bed for her and one in the shower for me later, we were on our way to a buffet breakfast. We had been assigned seats around the center of the cavernous breakfast hall at a table for four.

  There was no one sitting at it when we went to find our spots and put our stuff down, but there were two half glasses of juice on the table and side plates filled with crumbs that indicated our tablemates had already had at least one course.

  “Who do you think they are?” Olive asked as we walked to join the short line at our side of the buffet. “I hope they’re nice.”

  “I’m sure they will be,” I said, taking a plate from a heating stand and handing it to her. “If they’re not, at least we’ve only got to spend mealtimes with them.”

  She smiled. “True, I don’t really want to share you with anyone for the rest of the day anyway.”

  A tiny part of my heart melted. Aw, fuck. I’m in trouble.

  I was going to have to tell her how I was feeling at some point, but now didn’t feel like the right time. We were surrounded by people and about to dig into a mountain of a fruit salad, my touchy-feely confession was going to have to wait.

  Olive and I carried a plate in each hand back to our table, making it the first time that morning we weren’t touching in some way or another. I didn’t like it. As soon as we were seated, I picked up my fork in one hand and put the other on her leg.

  I felt better instantly, like a rubber band that had been stretched too far and was finally able to snap back to its original shape. My thumb stroked the exposed skin at the top of her knee, and I felt a little shiver traveling through her as she inched her chair closer to mine.

  “Oh, how wonderful. Our tablemates have arrived,” a female voice with that distinctive rasp of age said from behind us.

  Olive and I turned at the same time, both abandoning our breakfasts and what had been passing between us in order to greet them. The woman and her husband were both older, their faces lined and their hair as silver as the cutlery.

  She was smiling, passing off a plate that was loaded with bacon to her husband so she could hold her hand out to Olive. “How are you, dear? The name is Ariel, like the mermaid.”

  “Olive,” she said, then grinned and tipped her head to the side, her eyes friendly and shining. “Like the character in Popeye.”

  “Well, aren’t we the pair?” Ariel giggled and took her plate from her husband, elbowing him in the ribs before extending her hand to me. “What’s your name, hon?”

  “Rylen.” I smiled, shaking her hand before offering mine to her husband. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

  “Ben,” the man mumbled. “Nice to meet you too.”

  He greeted Olive as well, shooting Ariel a glance that made it look like he was asking if she was happy with his performance before he sat down and tucked into his breakfast. Ariel sat down beside him, but she seemed much more interested in us than her mound of bacon.

  “We missed you last night. We were starting to wonder if our tablemates had canceled their trip when there was no one here last night or when we arrived this morning.”

  Draping my arm over the back of Olive’s chair when we sat down again, I ran my fingers up and down the back of her shoulder. She glanced at me but smiled before turning her attention back to Ariel.

  “Rylen treated me to a private dinner last night on the upper deck. It was lovely.” A dreamy look entered her eyes as she described the restaurant and the meal we’d had to them, then her cheeks flushed when she reached the end of the story. “As for this morning, we were a little late because I, um, overslept. Rylen didn’t want to wake me.”

  Ben lifted a brow and made eye contact with me, but Ariel waved her hand and winked. “Oh yes, I’m sure after such a romantic dinner you must have had a late night.”

  “Ariel,” Ben muttered, but his wife rolled her eyes in his direction and waved her hand again.

  “Don’t worry about him, dears. We’re old, but we’re not cold yet. Besides, I remember what it was like to have fire in our loins. Don’t you, Ben? We certainly would have had a late night and an early morning if you’d taken me to a dinner like that.”

  I groaned internally but kept a smile
on my lips. Olive turned a deeper shade of red but nodded politely. “It was a wonderful dinner.”

  Ariel laughed, finally pausing her interrogation to take a few bites of her breakfast. After washing it down with some juice, she was ready with more questions. “How long have you two been together, then? We’ve been married forty-two years next month. This is our anniversary cruise.”

  “Wow, congratulations.” I reached for my glass and lifted it in the air, prompting Olive and finally Ariel and even Ben to do the same. “Here’s to you. An example to young couples everywhere.”

  “All you need to make it work that long is hair on your teeth and plenty of good whiskey.” Ben grinned and clinked his glass against mine, winking at Ariel. It seemed he was thawing out a little toward us. “Also, keep up the romantic dinners while you still can, sonny. Once the kids are there, it’s difficult to find time to spend alone. Your late nights will reduce drastically.”

  He winked at me then, too, as if I’d needed a hint at what he was really saying. Still, I liked these two. They were much better tablemates than what some of the others around us appeared to be.

  Ariel was still waiting on an answer to her question. I set my glass down, leaning forward as if I was about to share a secret with her. “We’ve been together for a few years now. No kids yet, though.”

  I said that last part to Ben and added, “That’s why I thought we should take this cruise now before we do have them.”

  “Good thinking, boy,” Ben said approvingly before going for his next bite.

  Ariel sat back, a satisfied smile spreading on her thin lips. “I knew you two had been together for a long time as soon as I saw you from all the way over there.”

  She pointed to the other side of the room where people were still waiting in line for some cooked breakfast items. “I knew because of how natural you are together. People who move together the way you do, like you’re tethered by an invisible string, are always the couples who have been in it for the long haul and who will make it.”