Rule(26)

She tugged the denim down over my ass and I pulled her up so that we were pressed together shoulder to thigh.  I shrugged the pants the rest of the way off and gave her a little push so that she fell back onto my rumpled bed.  It took some maneuvering and a few curse words to get my boots off and when I went to crawl up over her my brain short circuited because all she had on was barely there lacy panties and dreamy look on her face.  A lot of girls had been in this bed, in fact last weekend had been the first time in a long time I had spent the night alone, but even though I was in a haze of testicle squeezing desire I knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt that none of them looked like Shaw looked against the dark sheets and comforter.  She slid an appreciative eye over my naked form, not like she hadn’t see it before, but somehow now that it was sprawled out on top of her, the look was more ‘do me’ and less ‘Rule you’re gross’.

Her hand brushed over the tattoo of the sacred heart on the center of my chest and up along the two giant rib pieces that covered most of my torso.  I had a lot of color and a lot of art work decorating my skin and when I was naked it tended to be a lot to take in and had been overwhelming to some of my less adventurous bed partners.  I mean I wasn’t vain or conceited but I knew I was alright to look at. I was tall and tended toward lean and fit, I went to the gym a few times a week but none of that really mattered because she was looking at me like I was everything she ever wanted and it was doing weird things to my head.  I also had a barbell pierced through the head of my penis that meant I was both brave and idiotic; because half the chicks that saw it had no clue what to do with it.  Shaw had walked in on me enough times to know that it was there, but she didn’t seem to care either way.  She let the pad of her thumb brush across the top ball of it which made suck in a breath.

I realized I was letting this girl call all the shots, that I was about to have sex with her and we had barely said a word, that she was touching me, making me go crazy and I was just letting her.  I needed to get with the program so I hooked my fingers in her tiny little underwear and pulled them down her legs.  She shivered in response and now that she was finally fully naked and trapped under me there was a hint of trepidation in her mossy gaze.

“You’re beautiful.”  I had said it to many others before her, but I think this was the first time I meant it.

She put her hands on either side of my head and I realized my new hairdo wasn’t exactly and easy one to work with where sex was involved.  There was nothing up there for her to hold on to, nothing up there for her to run her fingers through, it was all spiked up and manhandled into intimidating spikes not that she seemed to care.  She scraped her fingernails across my scalp and gave me a lopsided grin.  I couldn’t tell if the booze was wearing off or she was finally starting to realize we were naked and in bed about to cross a definite boundary, but a hint of the Shaw I was used to dealing with was starting to surface.

“So are you, you shouldn’t be but you always have been.  I remember the first time I saw you I thought I can’t believe they’re twins.  Remy was so handsome, always so perfect, but you, God Rule you were just beautiful.”

The fact that she brought Remy’s name up while her hand was wrapped around my dick should have been like ice water on the moment.  It wasn’t.  I kissed her below her ear and let my teeth nick her neck.  She made a noise that did something to the center of my chest and hooked a leg up over my hip so that all her heat and ready to go was pressed up against my hardness.  I blinked for a second because I felt like I was forgetting something.  She was wrapping her arms around my shoulders and panting as I brushed kisses across her puckered up nipples and just as I was about to let her pull me in a shiver of apprehension slammed across my spine and I pushed up off her.  “Condom.”  I’d been having sex since I was fourteen years old and it didn’t matter who the girl was or how drunk I was I never forgot.  The fact that my head was spun around by her, so lost in what we were doing that I almost put both of us at risk scared the shit out of me.

“I have one in my purse.”  I looked at her and blinked.

“I have a box in the nightstand, Shaw, come on do you really want to do this?  Think about it, you’re wasted.  You’re going to regret it in the morning.”

She sat up and her cool two-toned hair fell forward to cover the top of her swollen breasts.  She looked like every naughty dream I had ever had and I couldn’t believe I was trying to talk her out doing this with me.  Her eyes suddenly got glassy and I knew she was going to cry.  She went to crawl past me off the bed but I trapped her in my arms and rolled her so that we were once again lined up.

“Don’t cry.”

“You never wanted me.”

I was stunned so I just let my mouth fall open.  “Uh I’m pretty sure you can feel the proof of that not being true, in fact you just had your hot little hands all over it.”

She shook her head and her silky blond hair rubbed across my chest.  “That’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean?”  She wiggled a little against me and reached an arm up for my nightstand drawer.  If it had been anyone else I would have freaked out, but this was Shaw, anything that was in that drawer wouldn’t surprise her or freak her out, including the loaded gun I kept in there.  I heard the cellophane wrapper and felt her hands back below my waist.  I wasn’t sure I remembered ever having a condom put on me ever feel so good.