Page 63 of Broken Rules
Waiting for me, months of talking behind a mask, opening up to a stranger who wasn’t a stranger that led me to this very moment—a time for choosing. Existing is safe, living unpredictable, yet Lennox is both. He makes me feel safe while wanting to explore outside these walls, and every time I feel myself spreading my wings, I find reasons why I can’t, why I haven’t, and why I won’t…why, why, why.
“Why now?” I ask, untying my robe and letting the satin fabric fall to my feet.
His eyes darken as I stand before him in the outfit he chose for this evening, to wear something that makes me feel powerful, in charge, that’ll get him on his knees.
“Because I’ve missed calling you peaches, Peaches.” He removes his shirt and drops the fabric to the floor beside the chair, staring at my black leather Teddy bodysuit that hugs every bit of my curves. “How long did you know?”
We’ve been playing this game the last few weeks—ask a question, lose an article, and I’ve always stopped at my panties. “I always knew,” I say, unfastening the strings between my cleavage enough to expose my tits, then slipping off my heels and stockings instead and dropping them beside me. “Why didn’t you come as yourself?”
He leans back further in his seat, rubbing along his scruff. “I did. Every detail down to the name was all me. You asked for space, and I gave you time—five months’ worth. I’m done waiting. I want you, Evie. All of you.”
Moving to his buckle, he unfastens the strap, and his zipper, slowly eases his pants down his thighs, kicking off his shoes. I stare at his dark underwear, the prominent bulge that becomes larger the longer my gaze lingers.
“What are you thinking about? This very moment,” he asks, palming his erection, then trailing up his lean muscular torso, one only manual labor could build.
“Honestly?”
“Completely.”
I glance around the cabin theme room at the faux fireplace, the logs in the corner, the shaggy rug, the rustic atmosphere, and the comfort that comes with it. “So, you’re a real Lumberjack?”
Lennox lets out a hearty chuckle, raising a brow with a smirk. “You answer my question with a question.”
“You want me to strip for the answer? So you can stroke your dick to me, Lex?”
“Mm, keep going because we’re down to nothing now, Peaches.”
“Fair enough.” I take my time loosening the rest of the laces, one tantalizing notch after another, my entire front now open, and I keep my eyes on his. “Seems you have a question sitting on your tongue.”
“I do.” He grips his shaft through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I’m waiting for you.”
The thick material slips down my hips as I drag off the bodysuit and let it fall to my feet. All that’s left is my black lace thong.
“Are you going to take it off?” he asks, peeling down his underwear, his dick springing free, and heat pools in my core when he takes hold of his length.
I run my teeth along my lip, slowly backing away from the line. “What exactly?”
“Take it off.”
The roughness in his tone creates goosebumps along my skin. His hungry gaze lands on the last article of clothing, my panties merely decoration in his eyes, and I smirk while gliding my fingers along the waistband.
“Do you mean this?” I hook my thumbs inside, watching his every move from the chair across the room as he slowly jerks off.
“I want to taste that pretty cunt of yours while I come.”
“Hm, that’s not part of the gig, Lex.”
He stops his strokes, his dick standing tall as he leans the chair back until it can’t go anymore. “What can I say? I’m not a watch and jerk-off kinda guy. Now, take it off, and sit on my face.”
My gaze moves to the timer. Lennox only applied fifteen minutes this session, which is almost up—quite tempting to give in to his request. Most guys who come to Vivid could care less about getting me off, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to plop onto his lap to ride his thick shaft.
“I can’t.”
Lennox grips his cock, grazing his teeth along his bottom lip as he slaps the head against his abs, then rubs down the length to cup his balls. “This is the hardest I’ve ever been, Peaches, and it’s all for you. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“Go to waste? You really are a cocky bastard.”
“Nothing cocky about knowing what I like, and what I want right now is that lace on the floor and your ass bouncing off my chin.”
