Breaking His Rules

by R. C. Matthews

  “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.

  CHAPTER 10

  Late Night Confessions

  Closing 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?”

  “Yes.” He smirked at the perturbed glare I directed his way.

  And here I’d thought she was half in love with Damon. Well, it turned out she was, only not for the reasons I had imagined. Dragging his lips to mine, I kissed him hard.

  I wasn’t usually a tit for tat kind of gal, but he had opened up to me earlier so I confessed in a whisper, “I was so jealous when I saw her hand on your arm.”

  The warm glow of happiness in his eyes poured through me, and I basked in it.

  “My sister doesn’t like it when I make a big deal about it.” He squeezed my hips. “You saw for yourself. She’s happy playing hostess. But the dueling pianos are her baby. So it pisses her off that I still beat her more times than not.”

  “She made you sit at the bar and earn our seats,” I said, still in a semi state of shock.

  “My billionaire status doesn’t impress her.” His tone was droll as he rolled his eyes.

  It was my turn to howl with laughter. “So you couldn’t have paid her off for a table, even if you wanted to?”

  “Nope, afraid not.” He held my face and gazed into my eyes. “You deserved the best Italian beef sandwich for your first time, so it was well worth the effort.”

  I kissed him then as I threaded my fingers through his hair. “You amaze me more and more with every passing minute. You’re not like other billionaires of my acquaintance.”

  “Because I don’t suck in bed?” he asked with twitching lips.

  “Among other things.” I tugged on his hair. “And yet in other ways you’re exactly the same. Your toys. Your confidence. Your bossiness. What am I supposed to make of you?”

  “Sounds like you need to get to know me better.” He nuzzled his face between my breasts and began undoing the buttons. “Go out with me again.”

  “You’re still my boss.” My voice hitched on the last word as his mouth came in contact with my nipple. “We really shouldn’t. I promised one more night.”

  “Nathan Gates is your boss,” he murmured, circling the hard bud with his tongue and drawing a loud moan from me. He glanced up with a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m not even on the payroll.” He picked me up and started walking toward his bedroom.

  “You’re very pushy.”

  “I know what I want.” He raked his lips over mine with a little growl. “And I’m not afraid to go after it. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  Tossing me onto the bed, he straddled my hips and stared at me. His nostrils flared and I was mesmerized by the dark flecks of blue outlining his pupils. “Don’t stereotype me, Samantha. I’m not like the other men in your life. You don’t know me well enough yet. But you will.”

  His lips ground against mine and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite. Sucking soon turned into thrusting as his tongue fucked my mouth thoroughly. With a light touch, his hand massaged down my belly, raising goosebumps along the way. I was a melty pool of desire before he’d even gone south of the border.

  He dipped his tongue into my ear and I squirmed away with a giggle. With a laugh, he threaded his fingers through mine, holding my hands high above my head. “Put your boots on, angel, and then come ride my cock. It’s time to collect my reward.”

  As I shed his shirt, he discarded his boxers without ceremony. He sat patiently in the center of the king-sized mattress with his back propped up against the leather padded headboard, palming his cock while his hungry gaze followed my every move. I took my time pulling on the boots so I could enjoy the way he stroked his dick in a long and controlled rhythm. My pussy ached with need for him.

  I crawled cat-like onto the bed with my gaze fixated on his cock. When I reached my prize, I flicked my tongue on the head as he continued to stroke. My lips curled over the tip and I licked. His breathing was uneven and coming in short rasps.

  “Turn around,” he whispered as he ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “I want to see your ass while your pussy sucks my dick dry.”

  Carefully straddling his legs so my heels didn’t scrape his chest, I lowered myself onto his cock and braced my hands against his knees while I pumped up and down. His hands splayed across my bottom, massaging and pinching the round edges. I peered at him over my shoulder. His eyes were glued to my ass and the motion picture in action. He was hypnotic in his intensity. Watching him begin to lose control and knowing that I brought him to the brink was a fucking high. I held on tight and rode his shaft hard, slapping up and down against his thighs until he held me down by the hips and growled out his release.

  He pulled me against his chest and kissed my neck, his breath coming out in hard pants while his fingers tweaked my nipples into tight little buds. “You have a delicious derriere.” I pressed my tits forward, reveling in the sensations his talented fingers drew from me. He ground his cock deeper and I moaned. How the hell was he so hard still?

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, nibbling at my earlobe. “Lie on your back and spread those legs wide for me. You know how I want it.”

  I straightened and lifted one leg over his body as he eased himself off the bed to toss the used condom in the trash. My head rested on one fluffy pillow. I positioned my body the way he asked with my legs wide and the heels of my boots digging into the mattress so that my knees were slightly bent. Little tremors of excitement rippled up my thighs when he crouched at the end of the bed. He stared at my pussy and licked his lips before catching my gaze.

  “Good girl, baby.”

  His advance was slow and cunning, showcasing every ripple of the muscles in his shoulders and arms. I could barely focus on anything else. His husky chuckle drew my eyes to his and I melted inside from the sexy smile tugging on his lips. My clit was pulsing hard and begging for the first thrust of his tongue long before he even made it to my knees.
He lowered himself onto his stomach and wrapped his arms under my legs. His hands curled around the sides of my body and caught my boobs in a firm grip as he buried his face in my pussy and ate like a man half starved.

  Oh, thank heaven!

  He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt with rapid succession until I writhed beneath him and begged for his tongue on my clit. He gave me what I wanted, flicking hard and fast until I was on the edge. Then he pulled back and softened his touch, licking my sensitive bud over and over with lazy strokes until I purred, drawing a satisfied chuckle from him.

  I clasped my hands over his, squeezing them over my tits until he pinched my nipples hard—setting off a chain reaction as my body exploded in white hot claps of thunder and lightning. Damon rode the storm with his mouth firmly clasped on my throbbing clit, licking and sucking until every last wave of pleasure rolled over me.

  He inched his way up my body, placing soft kisses everywhere until he reached my mouth. We kissed deep and long as he rolled onto his side, taking me with him. His leg hooked over mine in a possessive hold as he rubbed his hand over my ass, still kissing me.

  “How was that, kitty?” He teased, smiling against my lips.

  I giggled and snuggled my head on his chest. “Remind me to wear the boots on our next date.”

  “How about Monday?” he asked. “I leave town tomorrow on business for an important meeting, but I’ll be back by Sunday evening.”

  His innocent words sent me into a tailspin. I stilled and concentrated on the steady beating of his heart. My stomach felt queasy and I rolled away from him to conceal the quaking trembles taking over me. It had been a long time since that weekend meeting with Giovanni and his business partners. Yet the paralyzing anxiety triggered by the memory felt as fresh as if it had been only yesterday. I didn’t want to think about it.

  “Have a safe trip,” I whispered.

  He leaned up on one elbow and smiled at me lazily, completely oblivious to the state of my unease. “Aren’t you curious to know where I’m going?”