Abandoning the Rules

by Jp Grace

  Bree was unable to move, she was in the midst of desire so acute it hurt. It savagely invaded her pores and took over. She inhaled deeply as Adam’s scent, spicy, clean, and pure male filled her nostrils. She was the worst kind of animal, rutting against him in a desperate attempt to soothe the beast she had lost control of long ago.

  A low gurgling moan escaped her mouth when his fingers slipped lower and tangled in her pubic hair. He secured a handful and tugged, keeping his other hand entangled in the mahogany curls on her head. He lost his grip momentarily due to the dampness seeping between her legs, but he just kept readjusting his grip, never staying away from her for longer than a second.

  He was ruthless, using both hands to force her body to respond. Arching against him one minute and thrusting her hips forward the next, she was desperate to feel him inside her.

  “Tell me you love me and I will stroke you until you come. Deny me again and I will not let you until I am satisfied with your reaction.” To demonstrate what he meant, Adam separated her lips and located her clit. He coaxed and stroked the swollen nub from its hidden ridge.

  “I…I don’t, no, I can’t.” Bree went rigid and held her breath while she waited for Adam’s response.

  “So stubborn, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he laughed lightly, in amusement or anticipation she wasn’t sure.

  He continued his slow torment until her body returned to its softer more aroused state.

  She was afraid to move for fear he would stop, remaining completely still as his fingers grazed, pulled, and pinched her hidden essence. She cried out when he lifted his hand and kept it hovering over her mound, enticingly out of reach.

  “Do you want me to continue?” Adam’s deep voice penetrated her fog and forced her to action.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, Bob.”

  Adam turned his clever hands loose on her clit.

  She was so close to coming as he caressed her center, hips pressing forward in eagerness as her body strained to keep upright.

  He gentled his strokes to a lazy pattern of circles. There was no urgency, only swirling teasing touches designed to drive her insane with hunger.

  She moved restlessly, ravenous for his earlier urgency. He ignored her, gliding a fingertip up and down her slit.

  Pulsing, she moaned low in her throat even as her head dropped back to rest on his chest.

  “Yes, Bree, rest against me. I love stroking you like this. You feel so good. That pussy is hungry.”

  Bree couldn’t answer him. Her body was tightly bowed against the assault on her senses. White hot heat throbbed at her base and spread out to every nerve until she was certain she would go mad.

  Adam didn’t appear to care and continued to casually drive her further into insanity; his warm fingers teasing and stroking, keeping her carefully on edge.

  She wanted to scream, howl, anything to release the tension Adam had built inside her, but even that option was closed. If Adam sensed her weakening resolve he would only grow more ruthless. A ruthless Adam wasn’t something she could fight.

  She jumped as a sharp slap rained against her lips. The tension was replaced with fiery need as the blood rushed towards her center and thrummed in her vaginal walls. Her hips lifted, desperate for his touch.

  “Hmm, someone hasn’t been getting what they need. A sweet pussy like yours shouldn’t be neglected. Come on, Sweetheart, I can feel you swelling against my fingers. I know what you need. Now give me what I need. Tell me.”

  Adam’s hands stroked her body possessively, laying claim to every inch he could reach, including her heart. Intense longing stole through her, but she ruthlessly suppressed it. It did nothing to dampen the searing ache between her thighs, however.

  Adam cupped her with both palms, trapping an inferno inside the dark den he had created.

  She held her breath, certain he wouldn’t be so cruel as to keep her on edge for much longer. Her breath left her in a whoosh as he parted her lips with his fingers and held her open. The cool air swishing against her overheated lips was a shock to her system and left her gasping for air.

  “It would be such a shame to let a pussy like this go hungry, don’t you think, Bree?” Adam’s voice vibrated against her neck and sent shivers down her spine.

  She refused to give him the answer he sought. He had too much control over her already. To give him what he wanted would be a fool’s choice and she was no fool. But oh, how her body begged to play the fool, if only until he gave her what she so desperately craved and needed from him.

  Resolutely, she shook her head. She would not give in.

  “Still being stubborn I see.” He sighed and the air escaped his lungs and slithered over her skin. “I guess I can understand where your stubborn streak comes from, but in this case it’s a wasted effort. When you submit to me, you will discover your true power. My will is stronger than yours and in the end you will see, even if I have to teach you the hard way.”

  Adam emphasized his statement by parting her lips until she was stretched wide open, the juice from her pussy running down her thighs. He held her for what seemed like hours to her desire soaked brain, but was in actuality only a few seconds.

  Her walls clenched spasmodically, trying to entice him to enter her. He was intent on his path of punishment, stubbornly refusing to stroke her where she wanted and she finally cried out in frustration.

  “Tell me,” he commanded.

  One hand slipped to her opening, a finger gliding over the lips guarding her, while the other hand held her open.

  She instinctively tightened, her insides tensed in hopeful anticipation only to be denied yet again.

  He pushed closer, his thick cock searing the soft flesh of her bottom.

  She bit her lip and readied herself for the feel of him entering her from behind.

  Instead, his arms locked around her as he urged her forward until she was plastered to the back of the couch, her pussy held captive against the rough fabric of the cushion by his hips.

  Then he began to move.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  AT first, she balked. Every tiny swish of his hips caused the cushion to rub against her sensitized flesh. But as the frissons of heat entered her system, she realized she wasn’t above humping the couch to stop the sweltering inferno he had created and her hips began to move eagerly with his.

  “Tell me, Bree.” Adam angled forward, forcing her against the cushion.

  She relished the contact. Anything that would bring relief to her nether regions was welcome at this point.

  Adam’s ample hard-on nestled between her cheeks while her clit received the cloth caress of the ribbed cushion of the couch. The small separations in the fabric seemed made for her as it wrapped her in its warm embrace and yet was abrasive on her overheated skin.

  His voice was low and hot against her ear.

  “Tell me.”

  Oh God, she wanted to. It would be so easy to confess her heart to him. In her state of mind, she’d probably tell him anything he wanted if he would just satisfy the growing hunger between her thighs. Deep down she knew she just couldn’t.

  Her agonized thoughts were disrupted by the scalding heat of his head insistently forcing its way between her lips. God, he was so warm, so thick, and so damned hard. She couldn’t catch her breath, she wanted him with a ferocity she had never experienced and she was determined to have him.

  “Think about how good it’s going to feel, Bree.”

  She moaned in reply before Adam breached her entrance, his engorged cock head pushing her lips aside to make room for the invasion.

  He held her immobile then used his newfound leverage to propel her forward until she was squished between his rock hard body and the no longer forgiving couch riding against her open lips and it felt…beyond incredible.

  Adam was inside her. Finally. After all this time, the man who had managed to sneak past her heavily guarded gates and dismantle them in one fell swoop was now wreaking havoc on her paltry las
t line of defense by sinuously sliding his thick ridged member up and down her weeping slit. She couldn’t ever remember wanting a man this much, even Ben, whom she had been deeply in love with. Or so she had thought.

  Now it was Adam’s words, hands, and cock filling her, driving the memory of those other men from her mind. She wouldn’t be surprised if she never thought of another man again. Adam fit her in ways she couldn’t explain and didn’t want to.

  He wrapped one hand around her throat while his other hand found a nipple and pinched.

  A low guttural moan tore from her throat while her vaginal walls tapped out a spasmodic dance over his tip.

  “Think about this…”

  Adam tightened his hold on her neck and drove higher.

  Bree bit her lip to stop her scream of frustration from erupting. Her body was trembling in need, but she had no leverage, no way to bring him to her way of thinking, no way to turn the tables. She was helplessly corralled under Adam’s firm grip and there was no other place she’d rather be.

  “Hmm, so tight. Such a delicious pussy you have. I knew it would be.”

  To emphasize his point, Adam landed a light slap on her ass and she clenched around him repeatedly, obediently.

  She struggled to distance herself from his intoxicating scent, his masterful hands that gripped and molded her body to his specifications and from the most devastating characteristic of all, his heart. The heart she had been fighting against falling in love with for far too long. But oh God, what if she let him in and he destroyed her?

  “We belong together, Bree. Tell me you feel it, too.”

  Adam’s gravelly demand caressed her ear, but it was the emotion behind his words that reached into her soul.

  With a violent upward thrust of his hips, Adam lodged his throbbing member deep inside, effectively ending any argument she could make against his logic. Each successive thrust pushed her against the cushion and the fabric riding against her lips and towards madness.

  He let out a little animalistic grunt for every upward drive into her, matching the softer moans emanating from her.

  Bree had not imagined her breaking point would come from the sounds of their lovemaking. She’d never imagined her downfall will be couched in the soft breaths of her lover or the even softer whispers of love whispered tantalizingly in her ear.

  But it was those very sounds that triggered her downfall and her ultimate surrender.

  Adam grabbed a handful of her hair and drove into her again and again and Bree gave. For once, she gave her heart and soul without reservations. She was exhilarated, terrified and there was no going back. She let herself fall.

  Her body took her acceptance as license and her walls contracted in anticipation. Unfortunately, Adam did not.

  “My sweet little liar, how I want you to cum. I want to feel you squeezing me tight when you do. But I did warn you, did I not?”

  Adam’s cruel reminder did nothing to dampen her overly enthusiastic vaginal walls clamping around him in frantic need.

  Adam followed up his statement with a slow rotation of his hips, swirling his penis in ever maddening circles.

  Bree sucked in her breath. Adam’s slow deep fuck was going to be the end of her.

  “Please.”

  One word. One simply uttered phrase signaled Adam’s victory.

  He pushed away from her, and before she could mourn the loss of his warm body, grabbed her by the waist, flipped her onto her back, and climbed between her legs.

  They stared at each other for endless seconds, silently acknowledging their shared fate before a smile crept over Adam’s face.

  His eyes glowed with victory and…relief. Something she hadn’t expected to see as he had always projected such confidence in himself and his abilities.

  With her heart in her eyes, Bree reached for him. The smile gracing his lips sent joy soaring in her heart, a joy she didn’t want to examine too closely. She hadn’t even uttered the words Adam longed to hear, but somehow he knew she had surrendered her entire heart to him with one word.

  Adam’s long fingers stroked her inner thighs, learning and possessing her in ways only he could, with velvety soft and loving touches designed to ignite her very soul.

  She loved him all the more for his gentle seduction. Even examining his previous actions, she couldn’t fault his methods. Sometimes a woman had to have the truth put firmly in her face before accepting it. Bree was afraid she’d always been one of those women who had to learn the hard way.

  Sliding her hands over his chest, she marveled at the strength he hid under his button-down shirts, the muscles covered in a slight mat of furry ginger hair she longed to thread her fingers through, the flat stomach with a sexy little vee of hair leading down to his thoroughly naked front. His staff flying at full mast was a sight to behold and she let her eyes linger on his erection, taking in his bulbous head glistening with a teardrop of liquid at its end. His straining length rippled with veins, each competing for their share of blood. He was magnificent and he loved her.

  Bree let the wonder of it sink in as her fingers explored all Adam had to offer. Scrolling over his lean hips and sneaking around to squeeze his backside, she reveled in the emotional roller coaster she was riding. Whereas minutes earlier, she had been running away from the fire Adam had started in her, now she was running into the inferno without any of the traditional safety gear. No oxygen tank to provide her with vital air to breathe, no fireproof clothing to protect her from the dancing cinders, and no heavy boots to aid in her escape. She was the worst kind of firewoman; charging into the blaze in hopes of a rescue never recognizing she was the one in desperate need of rescuing.

  Adam shifted his position and their bodies connected like two puzzle pieces, his head easily sliding into the warm home he had vacated earlier. It felt like an eternity since she’d felt his heat which was funny considering this was their first time together. But Bree was just beginning to realize with the right lover everything felt complete, and whether it was minutes or hours, being without that person robbed her of a piece of her soul every day, bit by bit.

  She angled her hips upward, taking her fill of Adam’s slick and unforgiving length. He was large and thick, something she had only imagined in her dreams and she tightened around him in ever increasing contractions, accepting and welcoming him into her body and heart.

  His nipples hardened into tight little nubs and she indulged her itch to pinch them, smiling when he caught his breath at her touch. She explored him to her heart’s content, claiming the flesh she had denied herself for so long.

  With a ferocious growl, Adam leaned down and took her mouth, dipping in with his tongue and sweeping away any leftover doubts.

  Locked in his embrace, his shaft dancing merrily against her swollen walls, Bree returned his kiss, their tongues parrying in a duel of love, respect, and trust.

  He broke off to bury his head against her neck, nipping at her flesh, marking her, owning her.

  Bree cried out as thrust after thrust brought her closer to the edge. He stilled and hot flesh rippled inside her as he remained immobile, his member pulsing and twitching.

  Instantly her body responded, wrapping around his length and squeezing back in her own unique rhythm. The tiniest movement on his behalf and she would lose what little control she had. She was relieved Adam was just as affected, vibrating against her walls with a barely restrained violence she desperately wanted more of.

  Unbidden, her hips rose in an effort to gain more of his length and breadth and this time he didn’t hold back, sliding into her until he had filled every crevice.

  The shock of his size, his overwhelming presence invading and conquering, combined with his slow, deep assault sent Bree flying. She rode him, hips frantically bucking to meet his every movement. She wasn’t capable of holding anything back anymore. Adam had breached her barriers and every emotion she’d ever had showed on her face as sobs of pleasure erupted from her.

  Ripples of ecstasy overtook
her entire being and washed over her in wave after crashing wave. Bree gave her heart as Adam took her body. Their cries combined in a fever pitch as their bodies joined over and over, slapping together in total abandon until with a shout from Adam and a mewling cry from Bree, they shattered together.

  Adam collapsed against her, panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She wrapped her arms around him, cherishing his warmth.

  “I Bob you, Adam.”

  He chuckled softly against her neck.

  “So stubborn. I Bob you, Bree.”

  Bree smiled and buried her face in his chest. Her life wasn’t perfect and never would be, but somehow with Adam in her life, she knew hope for the first time in a very long time.

  With the added news about Steven spurring her on, she knew she had some major decisions to make about her future. Steven had tormented her for far too long and it was past time for her to break free of his domination. Somehow she would find the courage and determination to do it this time.

  Bree closed her eyes and drifted off, safe and warm in the comfort of Adam’s arms.

  CHAPTER NINE

  IT took her a moment to realize where she was and with whom. A strong arm was thrown over her waist while a muscled thigh kept her pinned in place, as if he was afraid she would leave him in sleep.

  Squirming under him, she rolled over to examine Adam’s lean form sprawled out on the warm sheets. Hmm, he must have moved them to the bed sometime in the night. She didn’t remember, but it was the only explanation for how she found herself in his bed.

  Adam’s bed. How long had she wanted to be in this exact spot? Too long. Now that she was here though, she didn’t intend to waste any time.

  Fingers twitching in anticipation, she caressed his face with the lightest touch possible so as not to wake him. His hair was tousled and too long, framing his earnest, handsome face with his almost too delicate features. Gingerbread eyelashes fell softly onto chiseled cheeks and she longed to kiss them open. Lips, full and soft in sleep, beckoned her and she lingered there, memorizing their shape and texture.