Breaking His Rules Page 3

  My whole body trembled in anticipation of his first kiss. Wanting. Wishing. And when it finally came, he did not disappoint. Damon Baxter didn’t do feathery kisses. Only unrestrained passion, powerful and all-consuming. Our tongues mated in a primitive dance—both wild and beautiful—and we were burning hotter than the flames in hades.

  I pressed my tits against his chest and savored the soft vibration of his tongue as he moaned and devoured me. The deep, full strokes of our tongues set my blood racing. I met his fervor head-on. His heady scent washed over me, drowning me in a sea of masculinity. But there was something about his taste that pulled me back to consciousness. As his lips raked over mine, my mouth split into a broad smile. I sat back and stared at him.

  “You made a dirty martini,” I said in an accusing tone. “To prove your earlier point?”

  He chuckled and reached for his glass, holding it out for me to take a sip. His words mocked me. “Taste that!”

  With great ceremony I lifted the glass to my lips for a sip and rolled the liquid over my tongue. “As delicious as its creator.” I took another sip. “What’s your secret ingredient? It’s there on the tip of my tongue. But I can’t quite place it.”

  “I don’t mix and tell,” he said, nipping at my lower lip while his hands explored my back, rubbing up and down. A mischievous glint lit his eyes. “Mine is better.”

  It was excellent, but I wasn’t willing to concede defeat. “It’s different.”

  “You’re stubborn,” he said with warmth in his voice. “And right now, you’re all mine.”

  My body tingled all over and I couldn’t stop the reaction any more than I could keep my hands from raking through his hair and pulling his mouth onto mine. His tongue was pure silk as it tasted and teased me. Before long the lips at the apex of my thighs were screaming for attention. I ground into his erection. He groaned into my mouth with an animalistic growl. Grabbing my butt cheeks, he lifted me off his groin before giving my ass a resounding smack. I gasped in shock as he massaged my bottom, kneading it softly. My pussy was soaking wet and begging to be fucked.

  “You’re a greedy little wench, aren’t you?” he said, sweeping one hand along my inner thigh. He paused right above the lacy edge of my thigh highs, pressing his fingertips against my throbbing pussy. “Is this what you want, Samantha? Me to finger fuck that tight pussy of yours?”

  My eyes widened when the pad of his thumb slipped underneath my panties. He dipped it into my wet cunt and spread the juices over my slit, until he circled my swollen clit in an achingly slow pattern. Fuck, that felt amazing. I nodded.

  “Beg me,” he said. His gaze was fierce and possessive.

  “Please, Damon.” I mewled and bucked my hips, melting further with every twirl of his thumb on my sensitive nub. “Please fuck me until I come all over those long fingers.”

  “Good girl.” He slipped two digits inside and honed in on my g-spot, thrusting his fingers rapidly. His eyes connected with mine and I was overwhelmed by the desire raging there. “After I’m done fucking your pussy with my fingers, I’m going to lay you down and eat you out. Is your cum as delicious as your tongue?”

  Oh shit. Just the image of him lapping away at my clit sent me over the edge and I convulsed, gripping his shoulders as my orgasm ripped through me. His mouth closed over mine and he held me tight through the maelstrom, kissing me with a bittersweet tenderness. Soft, lingering kisses that calmed me and brought me back down to earth. When my body finally stilled and my breathing returned to normal, he pulled his fingers free and licked them one by one. I watched in fascination as his tongue worked the juices off.

  “As sweet and sticky as cotton candy,” he whispered.

  I leaned in and ran my tongue over his lips before dipping it into his mouth for a quick taste.

  His other hand stroked through my hair as he gazed into my eyes and asked, “How did that feel?” His words were so gentle and held meaning, like he yearned to know how much he’d pleased me.

  Out of this fucking world. That was the absolute truth. But his ego was inflated enough, and I was in a playful mood.

  “Not bad,” I replied with a shrug.

  Damon threw back his head and howled with laughter. The sound was so rich and beautiful, flooding my senses.

  “You would use my words against me? Your martini was better than ‘not bad’. It was fabulous.” His expression lost all its humor and he gripped my chin, holding my face in place. “You’re right to call my bluff. I like you, Samantha Rayne. But you’ll pay for that little bit of revenge.”

  In one fluid movement, he flipped me with my back against the seat of the couch and I giggled uncontrollably. He held me down with his knee gently resting against my pelvic bone as he reached for his belt, unfastening it and pulling it free from his pants. He gripped the ends of the belt and snapped it. My heart leaped into my throat, drumming out a maddening beat. I liked my sex a little rough, but I’d never played with a belt before. The idea both thrilled and terrified me.

  “When I’m finished,” he said, holding my undivided attention with his blazing eyes, “you’ll tell me the truth about the way I make you feel. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” I licked my lips and followed his every move. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “Oh, I’ll make you scream.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned down to capture my wrists and drag them over my head. “But I promise when you cry out, it won’t be from pain.”

  His lips brushed softly over mine and he parted them with his tongue for a heated kiss. When his mouth possessed mine—all powerful and hungry like that—I almost forgot to breathe. He wrapped his belt around my wrists and secured the end tightly.

  “Don’t move these.” He commanded as his mouth trailed a wet path down my neck.

  He stood and stepped back a pace with his eyes roving over my body. My skirt was still bunched around my waist. I squirmed under his direct stare. He took way too much pleasure in making me wait. I’d remember this when it was my turn to satisfy his needs.

  “You have exquisitely long legs.” Sitting on the edge of the couch next to me, he hooked his fingers under the strings of my bikini underwear. “Black satin panties are my favorite.” I lifted my bottom. He pulled them down my legs and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.

  My pussy ached and pulsed under his heated stare. He hadn’t even caressed my thighs yet and I was a quivering mess. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. I wanted him so bad. More than I’d ever wanted any other man before him.

  He leaned over and began to unbutton my blouse. One button at a time, letting his fingers brush across my feverish skin. It was utter torture. When all of the buttons were finally free, my shirt fell to the sides of my breasts. Damon ran his hand along my belly until he cupped one mound. He squeezed and then pinched my aching nipple through my bra with his forefinger and thumb, drawing a whimper from me.

  “When I first saw you tonight,” he said in a seductive whisper, “I imagined how round and soft your tits were…with small pink nipples…and tight little buds. Was I right?”

  Without waiting for a response, he pulled down my bra and licked his lips. He smirked and met my gaze. “Are you yearning to feel the tug and pull of my teeth on your tits?”

  “No,” I said with a hoarse voice.

  His eyebrow arched and he laughed. “Liar.”

  “I want you to suck my clit.”

  “Mmmm…” Lowering his head, he suckled one nipple and then smiled. “No worries, my sweet. I have every intention of paying homage to your clit. But first, I need to play with these.”

  Cupping both tits, he pushed them together and flicked his tongue back and forth between the taut buds, alternatively sucking and then tugging on them with his teeth. They ached under his careful ministrations and pleasurable sparks of heat flashed through me as he rolled his tongue around and around. I would die if he didn’t fuck me soon. But he seemed intent on killing me, because he continu
ed to lavish one nipple with wet kisses while he rolled the other between his finger and thumb. My breathing grew heavy and he glanced up, finally taking mercy on me.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said, trailing kisses down my stomach. He knelt beside the couch and leaned in at an angle, wrapping his arms under my thighs to haul my bottom closer to the edge. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy and lifted my hips, desperate to feel his tongue.

  “Damon, please.” I begged.

  He chuckled and brushed his stubbly chin against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

  A moan slipped past my lips and I closed my eyes. If he didn’t get on with it soon, I would combust. “Now!”

  “Here?” he asked, licking and suckling along my inner right thigh until he reached the crook of my crotch. He blew softly on my pussy as he passed over to the other side. “Or here?” He continued the languorous lapping of his tongue against my burning flesh.

  “Right in the middle.” I gazed down and groaned, but he only winked.

  “You mean here?” His tongue dragged along the folds of my cunt in one long sweep. He stopped and smiled. “How does that feel?”

  “Fucking amazing,” I said with a sigh. Biting my bottom lip, I gazed into his eyes and nearly cried. I needed him to gorge on me like a man at his last meal. “Don’t stop.”

  “You’re dripping for me, Samantha.” He breathed in my scent and closed his eyes. “You’re perfect in every way. Gorgeous pink clit and a heady fragrance. And that’s not even the best part. You taste…” His tongue dipped into my pussy and circled the entrance of my vagina. “Divine.”

  I tossed my head back and moaned. Only this time when I shamelessly lifted my hips, he accepted my offering. His thumbs parted my opening and he delved inside, thrusting his tongue in and out with aching precision. I bucked under him, but he just held on tighter, kneading my thighs with his strong hands as he explored my most intimate parts in exquisite detail with his mouth. My world was spiraling out of control, spinning faster with every twirl of his tongue.

  A part of me wanted to turn away from it all because the feelings were too raw and intense. But a deeper, more primitive part of me needed to see every stroke of his tongue and the way he suckled on my clit, pulling and teasing it. And I longed to see the desire gleaming in those gorgeous midnight blue eyes of his when he chanced to gaze up at me.

  His eyes connected with mine and I was lost. I screamed his name as shards of pleasure spliced through my entire body, shattering into a thousand pieces. But he didn’t relent. With every flick of his tongue tremors of pure and utter joy renewed and quaked through me until I thought I might die from the phenomenal sensation overload. I’d never come so fast or so hard.

  At long last, Damon trailed kisses up my leg as he slowly stood with my foot pressed against his chest. The soft fabric of his shirt caressed my skin. He unfastened the buttons on his shirt one at a time. His eyes were hooded, and he licked his lips like they were covered in strawberries and cream and he didn’t want to miss a single drop.

  “Samantha,” he said, pursing his lips and nailing me with his gaze, “were those screams of pleasure or pain?”

  “You already know the answer to that question.” His eye moved to the belt holding my wrists and I giggled. “Pleasure, Damon. They were screams of intense pleasure.”

  “So I don’t suck in bed?” he asked with a smirk.

  I chuckled and shook my head.

  “Are you telling the truth?”

  My eyes grew wide in appreciation as he shrugged out of his shirt and I nodded, unable to find my voice. I knew from the brief exploration of his pecs that he would have a beautiful body. But nothing I conjured in my mind came close to the reality of Damon Baxter naked and standing proudly before me. He was toned perfection.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you hard.” His hands moved to the waist of his pants but his eyes remained fastened on mine. “Are you ready? I can’t wait any longer. My cock is aching to be buried inside your tight pussy.”

  A battle raged inside me—one part held captive by his intense gaze—the other wanting to lavish attention on his stiff cock pushing against the crotch of his pants. With the release of the zipper, his shaft sprang free and bobbed with the motion of his legs as he kicked off his pants and then reached to shuck his socks.

  “You’re the beautiful one,” I said, taking in the entire package. His dick was long and thick and my body trembled with the excitement of knowing he’d be thrusting in me soon.

  He walked to a side table and I stared unabashedly at the way his muscular legs rippled with every sinuous step. Pulling open a drawer, he reached for a condom and tore through the package. He rolled it on as he returned to my side and then knelt with one knee on the couch and his opposite foot planted on the floor for leverage. He lifted my hips and dragged me toward him, burying his cock deep inside with one fluid motion. My pussy was soaking and ready, but he was so large. The shock of it knocked the breath out of me and I reached out with my bound wrists, wanting desperately to touch him while he rocked my body. A deep moan rumbled out of his chest and he closed his eyes as he worked his hips, thrusting fast and hard until my pussy drenched his shaft with cum.

  The look of pure and utter satisfaction on his face was mesmerizing. I felt drawn to him by some unknown force; wanting to please him the way he’d pleased me. “Let me touch you, Damon.” I cried, fighting against the restraint. “I want to touch you.”

  He leaned forward and unfastened the belt, letting his lips linger on mine in a sultry kiss while he continued to ram his cock deep inside me. The moment my hands were set free, I pawed his muscular ass, rubbing and pinching and pulling him deeper into me before stroking my hands up and down his back, wanting to feel every inch of his body. I didn’t want the night to end. There were still so many positions to explore with him.

  The tip of his cock pounded mercilessly against my g-spot, building up and stoking another colossal orgasm. I’d never been so fucking wet in my life. As my world shattered around me for the third time, I felt him stiffen and then his cock pulsed while he found his release. His feral groans reverberated through me and I smiled knowing he’d found as much satisfaction as I had. He pulled me into his arms and we laid down with my body draped on his.

  “You have soft skin,” he said, petting my back. “I like touching you.” He kissed my head and breathed in deeply. “And your smell. Mmmm…so nice.”

  Snuggling closer to him, I kissed his neck and sighed. As much as I enjoyed out-of-control sex with a gorgeous man, I relished these tender moments of after sex bliss even more. Because I never faked an orgasm, and lying in a man’s arms after coming was the only time I ever felt truly loved for being me.

  I wasn’t stupid. I knew the feeling was fleeting and perhaps even shallow. But it was real. Every stroke of Damon’s hand. The mad beating of his heart. The way he kissed my head and held me close. It was real, and I basked in the warmth of his touch.

  I suddenly felt exhausted. Every ounce of energy depleted from my body. How could I exact my revenge between his thighs if I couldn’t lift a limb? It was getting late. Or should I say early? I never stayed until morning with my one-night stands. That ensured the “no mess” part of the equation. We still hadn’t talked about what happened in the bar. So things might get messy. I didn’t want to think about that right now with the after sex glow still warming my insides.

  My eyes drifted shut. Maybe I could rest for a few moments and simply enjoy what Damon was doing. Just a little longer. It felt so wonderful and…

  CHAPTER 4

  Sell My Soul

  My eyes fluttered open and I jerked into a sitting position, searching frantically about the unfamiliar room. I sat in a king-sized bed adorned with cream satin sheets. Soft tones of blue, brown, and cream cropped up in different parts of the room—throw pillows, vases, artwork—giving it a decidedly male vibe. Where the hell was I?

  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headboard
with a sigh. Way to go, Samantha. It didn’t take a genius to figure out I’d fallen asleep. But that still didn’t answer why I was lying naked in what I presumed to be Damon’s bed.

  A door in the far right corner suddenly opened and I pulled the sheet up to cover my breasts, securing it tightly under my arms. Damon strolled through the opening with damp hair, a fresh shave, and a smile that rivaled the break of dawn. My stomach flipped over and I swallowed the lump in my throat. No one had a right to be that good-looking.

  “Good morning, Ms. Rayne,” he said, heading toward a tall dresser. He pulled out a drawer and focused on the contents before selecting a blue and gray tie. “Your clothes are in the bathroom if you’d like to shower.” He flipped up the collar of his shirt and began the ritual of fastening his tie.

  Last night Samantha purred from his lips, lips that took me to the greatest sexual heights of my life, and now it was Ms. Rayne? Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave. Mr. Baxter was well versed in one-night stand etiquette.

  “Where are we?” I asked, unable to staunch my curiosity.

  “My private suite.” His lips twitched and he nodded toward another door. “You’ll find the living room through that door. So in answer to your question last evening, I don’t rent it out. Neither by the night nor the hour.”

  My billionaire lover had a wonderful sense of humor. With a furrowed brow, I glanced around the room. “Why do you have a private suite in Midnight Blue?”

  He tugged the end of his tie through the loop, pulling it tight at the base of his throat. “Because I can. It’s convenient to sleep here on the evenings when I entertain my guests.” His gaze caressed my naked shoulders and dipped down to where my nipples had hardened against the satin sheet. “We close late on the weekends.”

  “Oh.” That made a lot of sense. I bit down on my bottom lip and averted my eyes, wondering how to broach the small matter of my job. We’d spent one amazing night together. Perhaps he would overlook the self-absorbed comment from last evening.