Rule(27)

“Rule it’s my birthday, my life is a freaking mess most of the time can you just for once do this for me, please?”

What red blooded, American male would turn down a dead sexy, naked blond that asked you to please do it to her?  Not me, no way, no how so I kissed her again, let my tongue slid against hers and lifted her leg up over my hip.  I liked to think I knew what I was doing in this department, after all I had more practice than I cared to admit, but for some reason with her I felt like I what I was doing was all new.  She kissed me back on a soft gasp as I started to slide in.  She was tight, she was tiny, she was hot and wet, and I think I was going to die if I didn’t get to get all the way in the next second.

She whispered my name across my neck and arched her back.  Her nails dug into my shoulders as I lifted her up a little bit and tried to push all the way in.  I swore and she froze as there was something most definitely in the way but my momentum was to great and I had her too keyed up to stop so she snapped wide eyes to mine as her mouth made a little O of surprised pain as I glared down at her.

“What the f*ck Shaw?”

She gave her head a little shake and lifted her other leg up around my hip and moved against me in a way that made me utter every swear word I knew.  “Don’t stop.  Rule, please don’t stop.”  She was breathy and it was too late for that to be an option anyway.  She felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life and there was no way I was going to stop now, not unless I wanted to walk funny until I was thirty.  I let the fingers of one hand tangle in her hair and propped my weight up on the other so that I wasn’t crushing her and went about having the best sex of my life with a god damn lying virgin.

She moved just the way I wanted her to, she touched me in ways that would wake me up in the middle of the night remembering them, she kissed me like she had been created to do it exactly the way I liked, she matched my rhythm the way only people that had lots and lots of sex together normally managed to do and every time she whispered my name or made a sexy sound of satisfaction and delight it made me feel ten feet tall.  I hadn’t had sober sex in a long time, I hadn’t had sex with someone I knew for more than a few hours in a long time either and I couldn’t believe the difference both those things made.

I wanted it to be good for her, wanted it to turn her inside out like it was doing to me and since it was her first time I wanted to make sure that it was what she was going to have to compare every guy after me to.  We moved together, she arched her back and put her hands back on my head.

“Oh my God, Rule.”  She was close; I could feel the little tremors all along my cock.  There was no way I was going to ruin this for her so I touched her in a way that was guaranteed to make her shatter and was rewarded with big eyes and a gasp of surrender.  I was super relieved because I wasn’t going to last much longer.  I buried my nose in her neck and followed her over the edge.  By the time it was done my arms were shaking and I was breathing like I had run a marathon.  I slid out of her and rolled to my side all ready to have the regret and despair settle on me, only her eyes had drifted closed so I got up to go into my bathroom and clean up.  I pulled on a pair of sweats and grabbed a wash cloth for her.  When I went back into the room she was curled up on her side with her cheek resting on her folded up hands, she looked all of sixteen years old.  The steady rise and fall of her chest indicated that she was asleep so I cleaned her up the best I could without waking her and settled in the bed next to her.  I crossed my arms up under my head and stared up at my ceiling.

What the hell had I done?  And what in the hell had Remy been doing with her for all those years if he hadn’t been sleeping with her?  They had always claimed they were just friends but no one had believed them.  The love they had for each other, the protectiveness, the camaraderie they shared had often even made me jealous and I now I didn’t know what the hell to think.  Shaw had been a girl that never fell into the girls I can’t or won’t have sex with category for most of my life but now I had blown that all to smithereens I didn’t know what to do about it.  She wasn’t just some chick I could never call again, that I could shove out the door the next morning and I didn’t have the first clue what to do about it.  Add in the fact that it was probably the most intense, best sex of my life and I felt like I was losing control.  I shouldn’t feel that way about Shaw; she shouldn’t be the one to rock my world like it had never been rocked before.  Frankly it weirded me out that she was better and more turned on by my ink and piercings than the majority of girls I brought home.  Now I had a disarray on my hands and the wrong girl in my bed and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

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I fell asleep sometime after the sun started to come up so when I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing the first thing I did was look on the other side of the bed.  All the things from the night before slamming into my head.  Shaw was gone.  The pile of clothes I left on the floor last night was folded neatly on the end of the bed and none of her pretty little things were left.  I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes while answering the call.

“What?”  Something crinkled under my hip as I moved while my brother chuckled in my ear.

“Did I interrupt something?”

On a plain piece of sketch paper I had laying around for drawing up designs for clients she had written in her neat, girly scrip: