Breaking the Rules

Alex locks the back door and grabs my hips. “Are you ready to break all the rules?”

I smile at her and step back. “I’m not breaking any rules, Alex.”

“Zena, I want you to be bad with me.” She takes my hand and pulls me back into the bar. “After you left, I had a recurring fantasy of you and me on the bar.”

I lick my lips. “Me too.”

“Tell me yours. Do you want a drink?”

“No thanks. I thought about that first night at the table, but I imagined lying in that booth while you licked me.”

Her body presses against me. Her fingers play with the fabric of my dress. I run my hands over her bare arms, her supple skin everything I dreamed. My body buzzed all night from her nearness. Now the energy has me on the verge of exploding.

I brush her dark hair back. “I have waited a lifetime for you.”

“Is that a line?”

“A line from a song I haven’t written yet. I never wrote about you. How could I capture what we had in words?”

We sway to our own beat. “I listened to all your songs closely, looking for a sign of myself.”

Her confession undoes my heart. “I should have written about you. I will.” My next album unfolds before me. “You will be my muse, Alexa Martin.”

I smother her gasp with a fierce kissing, taking advantage and unleashing the torrent of emotions I’ve suppressed for months. She recovers from her shock, her lips moving over mine adding fuel to my fire. I’m ready to shatter every rule she established this afternoon.

The heat sends shockwaves through my body and I almost explode from her touch. Determination propels my movements to be bold. Alex needs to know the depths of my desire. I will pursue her with unrelenting passion. My hands move with urgency, claiming her breasts, molding her curves as if trying to imprint them on my body. My lips explore her neck and shoulders leaving a scorching path of want, while my fingers eagerly tug her shirt up, driven by hunger for more.

Alex lifts her arms with a mewl of enthusiasm, encouraging me to undress her. Her breasts are offered to me, elegantly cradled in a delicate black lace. “For someone who looks like a tomboy, you have incredibly feminine underwear.”

“I’m complex, Zena.”

“Many facets of Alex.” I brush the tops of her breasts as they rise and fall. “I can’t wait to explore all of you.” My mouth covers her nipple through the lace, feeling the intricate pattern against my tongue. Impatiently, I reach behind her to unclasp the barrier, freeing her from her constraints. I pull it from her body, tossing it on the glossy wood top bar beside her. I lower my head to taste her response to my teeth grazing her softness, then my tongue savoring every subtle shift and gasp.

Her hands are warm and slender, with strong fingers that weave through my tangled hair, pulling me closer, encouraging my touch. “I thought you would be timid with me again. The way you were the first night.”

My hands clasp her hips, urging her closer, as I lick the salt from the valley between her breasts as I trail my hot mouth to her untouched breast. “I’m not the naïve girl who walked in here six years ago. Did you enjoy being the experienced one?”

“I think I did.” A soft sigh escapes Alex’s lips as I pull away from the suckle of her pert nipple.

“I want to prove how much I want you.”

She shoves her hands under my skirt and seizes my ass to show her dominance. “I have no doubts.”

I twist away, defying her demands. “Alex, if we are breaking your rules, you have to play by mine.”

She laughs, but meets my gaze. “I forgot my kitten grew claws.” Her chin lifts with a defiant grin. “What are your rules?”

“You don’t get to touch me. I will pleasure you.”

Her eyes flare with heat. “Okay.”

“Let’s see if I remember the map you drew me six years ago.”

I crush my lips to hers again, clasping her tightly to me, our hearts pounding in unison. My hands dance with grace to unfasten her jeans as my tongue circles her mouth, driven by desperation for her taste. I sink to my knees to pull the denim down to discover her body. Beneath her layers, the panties tease me, match her bra in seductive black lace and a scrap of cotton. My hands scrape over the fabric, fueling my desire. “Did you put on your sexiest underwear for me?”

When my eyes steal a glance, Alex’s cheeks flush with pink unexpected shyness. I want to kiss the cute blush, but I’m my primal instincts pull me toward the hidden treasures hidden beneath the lace. I need to ensure she’s focused on me as much as I am her. “Are you ready for me to touch you?”

“Yes, Zena. I want to see if you can back up your talk with action.” Sassy Alex is back, smirking.

My hand presses between her thighs. I place a sweet kiss on each hip, hoping to tease what’s coming for her, and force her to react. She might try to feign composure, but the damp lace betrays her true response.

I love the feel of a good hard cock, but the smell always curled my nose. The scent of Alex is intoxicating, so potent it makes me shiver and curl my toes with her allure. “I am willing to take direction,” I say, before kissing her pubic bone.

“I don’t think that’s in your rules.” She smirks down at me.

I press my mouth against her panties with the purpose of erasing her smug expression. My warm breath seeps through the lace, and when I glance at her face, her eyes have softened, the smirk fading to pure want.

I yank her panties down, unveiling her tender core. My fingers quiver with anticipation as I part the curls that conceal her center, my touch charged with electricity.

“Hop up on the bar,” I command.

She backs until she is against the smooth edge of the shiny wood counter. With her hands braced the wood, she takes an expert bounce up on the cool top. I edge closer, placing one hand on each knee to make room for my body between her thighs. Lifting myself so I can press a soft, sweet kiss to her lips, my cool fingers find the center of her heat. While my tongue explores her mouth, my nimble fingers gather the moisture between her legs. The kiss fades and I bring my fingers to my mouth.

The sparks of desire mirror in her eyes as I lick the tangy desire of her from my salty digits. A deep hearty groan escapes my lips as I suckle one into my mouth. “Better than the finest wine.”

I press another kiss to her shoulder, attempting to mask the turmoil swirling through me. Nervous energy has gripped me now that I’ve touched and tasted her. But the prospect of pleasuring her with my tongue gives me performance anxiety.

I’ve remembered the feel of her body for months, the hunger for her almost drowns out the noise of fear. Driven by unanswered craving, I follow the map in my head, kissing a feverent trail down her body, but as I reach the sacred juncture of her thighs, the anticipation flares. I pause for reassurance by looking at her. “I’m afraid I won’t live up to your expectations.”

“Just touch me the way you’d want to be touched. I’ll let you know if I need something.”

Her words erase all my fears and I relax, ready to consume her. I drop to my knees between her legs again, feeling the heat radiating from her. Alex reclines on her elbows as her breath catches in her throat. I lick my lips as my gaze moves from the sexy desire on her face to the soft core, begging for my touch.

My tongue parts her satin core with careful precision. Her clit throbs urgently under my tongue. I swirl the tender flesh relentlessly, drawing out a moan that fills the empty bar and causes her thighs to shake uncontrollably against my head.

“I want to feel your fingers in me,” she pants. “Two Zena.”

I thrust my index and middle finger into her slippery pussy, my tongue continuing to lash at her most sensitive spots.

Her hands clutch my hair, forcing me deeper into her. Her hips buck against my fingers and she shudders violently, causing me to shake with her.

Our moans mingle, and I come without her touch, just the sheer intense joy of pleasuring her

I fall back with a gasp and glance up at her panting. She jumps off the counter and snatches her pants from the floor. “Fuck Zena. You are definitely coming home with me tonight.”