Rules of Engagement

by Katrina Liss

“A whole lot better. It’s sorted.” The relief on his face says it all.

  I clasp my hand to my mouth. “That’s wonderful. I’m so pleased for you. Shall I go make us a celebratory cof—”

  The word coffee is smothered by his mouth.

  I barely register him moving, but suddenly his hands are on me, just about everywhere. Squeezing. Stroking. Arousing. He takes my head in his hands and caresses down and around my bare shoulders.

  It's urgent. Very passionate. And the way I'm pressed up against his wall thrills every part of me.

  “Oh my God!” I pant through our kisses, as his hip grinds his hardened cock into my groin. I’m lost for words, kissed senseless and a little bit stunned.

  I don’t protest as he picks me up, deep in the kiss—my high heels falling off, hitting the floor with a clatter—and carries me off to his bedroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Vic

  A 1.2Mil loss is pretty fucking shit, and any other day, I’d be throwing something and causing some serious collateral damage. But today it oddly feels like a victory.

  That was my warning shot not to fuck with things outside my scope.

  Now I’m done with that business, and the sick feeling has left my gut, I wanna celebrate.

  I didn’t think it was gonna happen, me and Ella, getting to this point, but fuck it, I’m stoked it has.

  I have this hot little babe in my bed and I can lose myself in her.

  We may not have met under the best of circumstances, but I’m glad we did, and that she’s here now. I don’t think anyone else could hit my spot like she does.

  She’s all sweet highs and sexual undertones.

  I grip the pony tail that has been teasing me, driving me nuts all night, whipping and swinging around, begging to be caught.

  Yes! Finally I have my hands on it.

  Wrapping it tight around my fist, I tip back her head, anchoring her in place, and graze the column of her throat with my teeth.

  Ella’s soft as silk. Her hair. Her skin. I breathe her in. She smells so good, irresistible, fresh, like a field of flowers in the rain.

  She sinks back into the pillows with a soft moan.

  I love the little sounds she makes. I wanna swallow them.

  She doesn’t realize the good she’s doing me just being here and I want to make her feel good too.

  I pull off the black hair band and let her hair fall free. She shakes her head and the long glossy waves spread around the pillow.

  “That’s more like it,” I murmur, taking handfuls of the silky river.

  She looks up at me coyly, shyly, her eyes burning bright with desire.

  I know, deep down, she might not be one hundred percent convinced what we're doing is right, but after tonight, she will be.

  Some rules are made to be broken. For the greater good.

  And I’m really not playing any game here.

  “I think it's time… this little black thing… comes off.” Sitting back on my haunches, I tug her sparkly tube dress all the way down, off her feet, tossing it aside.

  Beneath the dress, she’s bare but for a tiny pair of panties. My eyes sweep down her.

  My cock aches with what I see.

  Fuck, she's edible.

  Every part of her is worthy of a feast. The smoothness of her skin, the narrow waist and flare of her hips.

  Finally, I get my hands on her tits. Every tantalising inch. These two things I've been fantasizing over since I first met her. And I'm not disappointed. In any sense. I cup one in my hand feeling the heft and squeezing the softness. She gasps and moans with my touch and it's adorable.

  “You're so beautiful." My fingertip circles her nipple. I bend my head and take a rosy peak into my mouth, sucking softly at first and then harder. Her back arches up from the bed and she grips my shoulders with her little hands, her nails digging in.

  “Mmm," she purrs. "That’s so good."

  I pay due attention to the other. She squirms and wriggles her hips, her body unsubtly trying to tell me something.

  In between caressing her and kissing her, being just about all over her, I rip off my clothes. My shirt and pants, socks… they fly onto the floor. I leave the jocks on for now. Wanna leave that surprise till last.

  I move down the bed and nip at her hip bones, staring up her body to her face. She’s staring back, breathing heavily, her mouth open slightly, lips puffy and swollen with our kissing. I don’t think I've ever seen a prettier sight.

  I hook my finger under the lace of her black panties, winding it tantalisingly round my finger twice, and give it a hard tug. There's the sound of ripping and the scrap of lace covering her pussy flips back, leaving her exposed.

  “Fuck,” she yelps and I smile as I kiss her stomach.

  I love hearing the dirty word on her lips. It makes me want to be even dirtier with her. And I do wanna be very dirty.

  “I wanna taste you. You good with that?” I ask, as I prize her resistant legs apart. It’s cute that she’s shy, but I’ll have that whipped out of her pretty soon.

  “Yes,” she whines, averting her gaze.

  “Look at me," I demand. "Watch…” I move between her legs and drop my gaze to examine the pretty peach I’m facing. It’s not bare, like those I’ve been used to in the past, but lightly covered with hair. I kinda like it. I can smell her female scent, see her arousal. Wetness glistens on her sweet lips.

  I slice through her with my tongue.

  "Still looking?”

  She hums.

  I lick lightly up and down her folds, savoring her honeyed taste.

  “Oh, lord...”

  As I rub the end of my tongue over her clit she rolls her hips up toward me. I smile into her pussy, soaking my face in her juices as she rocks into me.

  “Vic! Oh my God. That’s… that’s…”

  Her hands grip my hair. A little too hard. But hell, I really don't care.

  “Nice, huh?”

  “Amazing. Don’t stop. Please!”

  I have no intention of stopping. I could do this all day.

  I concentrate on that hard nub, the bundle of nerve endings that will soon drive her over the top. I lick and suck at her clit and in seconds she’s clamping her thighs round my head and groaning as she comes. I slip my forefinger inside her tight hole, feeling the heat and the waves of her orgasm.

  She puffs a stream of ragged breaths, and her arm flops over her eyes.

  I prop my chin on her hip.

  “You all right?”

  “Mm. Words can't describe...”

  I’d love to give her a second orgasm and really push her over the edge. To have her squirming and begging, out of control, with my fingers, mouth and tongue probing just about everywhere, would be a pleasure like no other. But I’m too needy right now. I’m gonna come in my jocks if I don’t get deep inside her p.d.q. The second round where I worship at her altar will have to wait.

  “All right, baby?” I ask removing my jocks to move up her body. I pause, caressing the fullness of her tits, giving each hard nipple a good suck, before positioning myself between her legs.

  I reach out and grab a condom, which I placed below the pillow before leaving earlier. Just in case.

  I lean back, admiring that special place, that tight wet hole of hers which I’m soon gonna be deep inside. Right up to the hilt.

  Her eyes go wide as she catches sight of my erection.

  This pleases me a great deal.

  I fist myself and hold the condom in my teeth.

  “You wanna do the honors?” I want to feel her hands on me. Or her mouth. Whatever she likes. So far she hasn’t attempted to touch my cock. She must see it’s weeping for attention?

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  I’m surprised. I thought every woman her age had some experience with rubbers.

  “D’you wanna try?”

  “Uhm…” Still she keeps her hands flat on the bed and stares at my cock like it’s an issue. I'm not insecure. I
know I stack up pretty good. “You okay, Ella?” I ask.

  "Yeah…”

  Not wanting to waste another second, I rip the foil and sheath myself up.

  “Erm… Vic… I need to tell you something.”

  I don’t like the nervous tone in her voice. Or the way alarm bells seem to be going off behind her eyes. Don’t tell me she’s backing out… not right now? I believe the precious rules were well and truly broken when I went down on her, and made her come—going the whole way with me is hardly a big deal after that.

  “Go on...” I wait for the dreaded excuse to spill from her lips.

  “Well… it's like this… I’m a virgin.”

  “Sweet baby, Jesus!” I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. She gives me a funny look "Sorry. Hey, it's cool. Don't worry."

  But I guess that's exactly what she’s doing, faced with 8 hard inches. Her eyes have hardly moved from it.

  She nips her lip.

  I lay down at her side, hooking my leg over hers, crushing my erection between us as I spoon up close.

  This is not going exactly like I planned, which was to be balls deep by now, but I gotta hold back. For very good reason.

  I’m actually over the moon to be her first. Delighted with a capital D.

  “I’ll take care of you. It’ll be good. Promise.” I lean over and kiss her lips, gently. “So, what do you want to do? You okay with this, or not?”

  I'm just about on my knees fucking praying I get the green light.

  I’d never push her. A girl’s first time is special. She needs to decide if she’s gonna give it up or not. She doesn’t need pressure from me. Even if my body is crying out with need, and ready to screw her to kingdom come. When a guy gets this turned on, it’s incredibly hard to stop dead.

  She takes a deep breath and turns toward me. She runs her hand down my chest, and between us to my sheathed cock, gripping it in her little fist. The heat of her hand and the pressure she’s exerting are a little too good.

  “I think you know I want you. I’m very okay with it. I just needed to say.”

  Thank you God!

  “Sure. You were right to say. I needed to know. I wouldn’t have liked to hurt you.”

  She tangles her fingers in my hair.

  “I do want this. But are you sure you’re gonna fit?” She gives him a little tug.

  “Careful down there, I’m locked, loaded and ready to shoot.”

  “You’re also very big.”

  “You say the sweetest things, babe. But I’m pretty average and I’ll fit like a dream,” I peck her lips and gently twirl her nipple with my fingertips. She releases me and sighs with pleasure as I make my fingers walk down to her pussy, moaning as I sweep her sensitive clit with my finger. I probe into her wetness with a smile on my face and finger her gently; first one finger then two. “Tell me when you want me, princess.”

  She tightens her fingers around me, pulling gently.

  “I’m ready,” she breathes in a husky voice. “Now.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ella

  He slides into me with a delicious slowness that causes me to hold my breath.

  “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”

  “No, I’m good.”

  There’s no real pain, just a feeling of stretching, and more stretching. I grip his ass, taking almost as much pleasure in that… feeling the dense hardness of his muscles beneath my hands, as I do with what's happening between my legs. I marvel at how beautifully hard a man's body is. Especially that. I'm sure Vic's cock is one of the great wonders of the world. He told me he's an average size, but I think he just said that to stop me being nervous.

  I'm not imagining or exaggerating how huge he feels inside me.

  The fullness is uncomfortable. But at the same time, very, very nice.

  I cannot believe it when I feel his balls settle against me. So soft and warm in contrast to the rigid hardness buried deep inside.

  I've taken him all.

  And every rock hard inch feels so good.

  "Still okay?" he asks, with a kiss.

  I kiss him in response.

  I clench my muscles around his shaft and he groans.

  “Fuck, don’t do that, I’ll come. Let me set the pace.”

  He arches above me, hands braced beside my head. I wrap my legs around his thighs as he strokes slowly in and out. The rhythm takes a hold of me and my hips rise up to meet him, thrust after thrust. He’s just about the most gorgeous thing on the planet right now. The muscles in his shoulders play beneath my hands as he moves, and the shadowy ridges of his six pack are doing things to me. In fact, all of him is. Especially the silvery eyes that are bright with passion and staring into mine.

  He rocks into me, lowering a little, letting me take more of his weight and covering my face with dozens of kisses.

  “You like?”

  He grins, and plays with my hair.

  “More than like.”

  Instinctively I press myself against him, rising up and kissing him with just as much enthusiasm as he is showing me. I love the smoothness of his body, the feel of hair on his limbs as they move against mine. I sense we’re floating away... somewhere magical together, and I can’t stop the moans and whimpers spilling from my lips.

  This is amazing. He’s amazing.

  “Baby,” he says closing his eyes. “Ahh… fuck!” He collapses on me and blows a hot stream of breath in my ear. His heart beats rapidly against my chest.

  I lay still feeling his hardness inside me slowly soften.

  A minute passes. “You all right?” I whisper, rubbing my hands up and down his back.

  He leans up on his elbows and smiles. “I'm good. Wow. That was really something. How 'bout you? Promise I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No, you really didn’t. I feel great. I admit, I was nervous, but I loved every second."

  "The next time will be better.” He kisses my nose. “Sorry I came so fast. I couldn’t hold back. It's been brewing a while."

  I giggle with joy and wrap my arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him.

  We snuggle for a moment, then he sits up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, needing to dispose of a little something.

  Afterwards we spend some minutes kissing, tumbling around, touching each other, having a little lighter fun.

  He grabs my hair, bunching it in his fist, bringing my lips to his.

  “You’re not regretting this?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles. I love his eyes.

  “Dare I ask, if you’re up for more?”

  “I don’t know. I might be.”

  He lays back, arms above his head, looking so much the dark Adonis I’m having trouble hiding my excitement. I’m like a child with a new toy.

  “Do what you want with me.” His sultry grin sends butterflies scattering in my stomach.

  Not one to shy from a challenge, especially one as hot as exploring Vic's body, I move down him, kissing and nibbling and worshiping his masculine form. As I pass the softness of his lower stomach, I finally reach that… the pointy end of his cock.

  I cast him a glance and his mouth is open slightly, his breath coming in gasps. I must be doing something right so far. But I’m not sure where I go from here.

  “Go on,” he prompts.

  I puff out a nervous breath.

  “Don’t you want to?” he whispers.

  “I don’t know…” I know what a blow job is, but I feel a bit overwhelmed, faced with giving one.

  “Hey, you.” He smiles. “No sweat. Come up here.”

  I climb up his body and snuggle into his side. “Sorry.”

  “Nothing to apologize for.”

  “It’s just…”

  “I realize I’m a bit of a mouthful.”

  “Vic?” I smack his abs and he laughs.

  “Seriously though. If you’re not ready it’s fine. I imagine having a cock in your mouth is way more intimate than
what goes down the other end.”

  “It kinda is.” I’m surprised at his insight. That’s exactly how I feel.

  “Anyways… I haven’t finished with you yet. Uh-uh.” He picks up my hand and slowly, indecently, his eyes on mine, he sucks my thumb.

  I close my eyes, swept away by his embrace as his lips caress me.

  Locked in his arms, I’m rolled over and treated to every good thing a woman can imagine. And a lot more besides.

  As first times go, I don’t think I could possibly have a better one.

  Sunlight filters through my eyelids and I wake to find my body snared in Vic’s muscled, warm arms. He breathes softly, his chest rising and falling against my naked spine.

  For a moment, I wallow in bliss. But it’s a moment that passes all too soon.

  My head aches from what I drank. Red wine does not agree with me it would seem. My body aches too. A certain part of me is sore. Very sore.

  Everything in me stills.

  A jolt of guilt hits me as I recollect the events of last night.

  The guilt morphs into regret, a chilling regret as I realize what has happened—what I’d let happen.

  Last night he asked me if I regretted it. I said no. I still don’t regret losing my virginity to Vic, but how it happened, under these circumstances, I do regret.

  What have I done?

  Last night, I’d allowed temptation to overrule me. I’d let my desire for Vic overrule my responsibility to behave appropriately on my escorting job. I’d allowed him to storm across my borders.

  Last night we broke all the rules... and probably a whole lot more.

  Now I have to deal with the fallout.

  As stealthily as possible, I slip from his arms and dart across the luxurious carpet, collecting my clothes as I go.

  I squirm into my dress, the heat of embarrassment flooding my face as I realize my panties are ruined.

  I toss them away in disgust.

  God...how could I?

  Morag warned me about keeping my actions and feelings above board, and I’ve gone and blown it on the second date.

  If she finds out, I’m screwed.

  At the bedroom door, I pause to look back at Vic. I imprint the memory of him lying naked on the bed with the pale morning sunshine bathing his handsome face and sculpted body. He looks like a Greek god. The God of Love.