Rule(25)

I hadn’t been able to get the sight of her and her ruffle covered ass out of my head for days.  Call me shallow, call me a chauvinistic pig, but there was just something about seeing her all sexed up and barely dressed that made me look at her in an entirely new light.  It was like being introduced to her all over again and the prim and proper little lady that Remy had worshiped was overtaken by a sexy co-ed that had me up and night thinking X-rated things.  Now with her looking at me all big eyed and swaying unsteadily I knew the right thing to do was fix her up and send her on her way, but then she kissed me and I was pretty sure I forgot my own name.  I was too stunned to react at first, I mean I had kissed hundreds of girls and there was always something nice about it, but Shaw kicked nice to the curb and went right into coma inducing.

After I got enough blood back from below my belt I realized that she was pulling away, or rather falling away and yes I was a certified * because I knew she was sauced and I knew she was for all purposes still my twin brother’s girl but none of that stopped me because she also tasted sweet and tangy, felt better than anything I could remember in my entire life and had on some kind of slinky top that was rubbing erotically across my chest, plus her hand where wrapped around my neck was playing with the last pointy spike of my new haircut and it was all going right to my dick which was screaming at me to do something.  So like a bastard I did.

I picked her up because she was short and I was tired of bending over.  Her skirt was tight so I had no problem moving it up her shapely calves so that she could get those legs wrapped around me.  She made a gasping noise and I maybe, possibly would have stopped what I was doing to her mouth if she hadn’t used her new position to grind against my hard on and to get her hands up under my t-shirt shirt.  Of all the things I had ever thought about Shaw, the fact that she would go off like a bottle rocket when touched just right would have never been one of them.  She always looked so cool, so collected but now she was tugging my shirt off over my head and doing something with her tongue on my lip ring that was making my eyes cross.  I knew logically Nash was probably only a few minutes from walking in the door with her roommate and this had to stop.  There was no way I would be able to live with myself if I let this get out of hand while she was drunk, so I let go when she pushed away from me so that she was on unsteady feet on the floor in front of me and I thought maybe, just maybe even wasted she would be the voice of reason.

She just looked at me through hooded eyes the color of jade and licked a mouth that was very thoroughly worked over curiosity of yours truly.  Nothing on this planet had ever been hotter.  She started pulling at the ties on the top of her silky top and moved past me down the hall.  I forgot that she knew where my bedroom was, that she knew her way around my place, that she had a damn key.  It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her to stop, to tell her I would just put her to bed and she could just sleep whatever this was off, but as I followed behind her the blue top hit the floor followed by the black tank top and the skirt that did amazing things to her ass.  I picked up the discarded clothing and tried to talk myself off the ledge.  I couldn’t do this, wouldn’t do this, it was bad enough I had kissed her like a sex crazed lunatic.  I needed to get control back like yesterday.  This was Shaw, not some bar bimbo.  Not someone I could mercilessly kick out in the morning and never speak to again.

“Shaw,” she turned to look at me over her shoulder and I think I blacked out for a second.  I dropped the pile of clothes in my hands on the floor and tried to unstick my tongue from the roof of my mouth.  I had seen a lot of girls naked but none of them were this girl, none of them came anywhere close.  Somehow she managed to get out of those tall motorcycle boots without falling on her face and she was staring at me with big green eyes clad in nothing more than a few scraps of black lace that were designed for aesthetics rather than function and every good intention, every idea that I should be the good guy, do the right thing went out the window.  She was all ice cool hair, perfect pale skin, tiny little waist and high, touch me, please God touch me breasts.  She had a body made to make men stupid and I wasn’t immune.  I took a fumbling step toward her after kicking the door closed behind me.  Somewhere my conscious was whispering I should just put her to bed and go find a giant bottle of Crown to crawl into and a cold shower to get my libido back in check, but none of that was going to happen because she met me halfway and her little hands went right to my belt buckle.

“Shaw,” I tried again.  I put my hands on her shoulders and where I thought I was going to push her away my body betrayed me and I ended up pushing the straps of that fancy bar off her shoulders.  She pressed close to me, her hands making short work of the belt and the fastening on my pants.  Her lips fluttered over the pulse pounding rapidly at my throat. Her hands trialed lightly over my chest and across abs that were tense with desire.  One of her legs slid between mine and rubbed against the evidence that I wasn’t going to stop her regardless of knowing it was the right thing to do.

“Stop thinking so hard.”  Her voice was all husky sweet and cloudy with desire.  She was the last person on earth I should be contemplating doing this with but even as objections broke through my haze of lust I used one hand to unhook her bra and the other to tangle in her hair as I sealed my mouth over hers.  Kissing Shaw was a different experience than kissing any other girl.  For one she was really good at it.  Most girls got lost or a little confused because of the bite of my lip ring and the fact I had a metal barbell in the center of my tongue, Shaw seemed oblivious to both of them and kissed me like she had been born to do it.  She was also a lot shorter than most of the girls I normally hooked up with so there was an entire learning curve involved where I had to figure out a way to get all the best parts of us lined up.  She didn’t seem to care at all that I was a little rough, that I was suddenly impatient.  I felt like if I gave myself too much time to get my head around what I was doing I would falter and stop and man I really, really didn’t want to stop because her hands had found their way into my pants and my dick would kill me if I pulled the plug now.