Page 64 of Broken Rules
I smirk, taking a few steps back until I’m against the wall. “You’ve come to the wrong place then.” Using the tips of my fingers, I trail in between my breasts, tilt my head back and glide my palm up my neck. “Men who enter the box are to watch and only watch.” I suck my middle finger, keeping eye contact as I glide back to my panties, and Lennox hums once I slip my hand inside the black fabric, rubbing my clit. “If you’re staying in the box with me, you gotta follow the rules, just like everyone else.”
His breathing deepens as I run my fingers through my slit, letting out a soft moan, and his eyelids fall heavy while he adjusts his dick. “I’m not like everyone else.”
I stop and stroll to the white line dividing us. “Then who are you, Lex? What makes you any different than the last man who sat in that chair and jerked off while watching me?”
Lennox stands, and my gaze falls to his cock as he steps to the other side. “I’m the guy who’ll come by every day, take every time slot, so no other man gets off in front of you.”
He takes hold of my wrist, and my lips part when he sucks my finger. “Mm. I’ll gladly be a greedy bastard when it comes to you.”
Tears threaten to emerge, and I blink them away. “You barely know me.”
“No, I know you—I know the real Evie.My wife.”
The chime from the timer makes my heart leap, and I check the clock, taking a step back. “Time’s up.”
“I don’t think so.” He steps past the line. “Our time has just begun.”
“Lex…stop.” Placing my hand on his pecs, I prevent him from walking further. “There’s a camera on my side,” I whisper, my heart pounding against my chest. “Please leave before you get banned from coming back.”
The corner of his lips slightly lifts. “Are you afraid for me, Honey? Of not being able to talk to me here?”
I swallow, my eyes widening when he presses into my hand more, towering over me. If I say yes, admit how much I look forward to his sessions, my confidant, how I’d miss our conversations, the way he makes me feel, he’d have no regard for Vivid’s rules.
“No.” My eyes gloss over. “You need to go.”
Lennox clenches his jaw, and I don’t miss the hurt in his eyes as he nods and then moves away from my touch. “Your call.” With that, he gathers his clothes and leaves the box.
* * *
“Evie?”
Leaning into the leather sofa, I tilt my head to the side, my heavy gaze staying on the mirror while trailing my fingertips over my tits, the fantasy behind our sessions no longer a factor as we speak freely with one another. “Yes, Hunter?”
“Come closer.”
Pins and needles prickle my skin, and I take strands of my hair to twirl, letting the pieces fall to the peak of my breast. “Why?”
“Those panties are still securely around your hips, so no more questions unless you follow through.”
Dragging my lower lip through my teeth, I smirk, opening my legs to show him my covered pussy. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?”
“Keep going, honey, and you’re gonna find out.”
Our session has only ten minutes left, and I keep glancing over at the clock, so time doesn’t go by fast. “How if we’re worlds apart?”
“I have my ways. Now, come closer.”
I squirm my body, stretching my arms above my head before relaxing further into my seat. “Hm, I’m quite comfortable. I think I’ll stay put.”
He chuckles, breathing out a husky growl, and fuck, this session is making me sweat. “You have no idea how badly I want to cross that line with you, Evie.”
“How badly?” With my legs wide open, I bare my heels into the cushion, slowly grinding my hips. “So you can fuck this wet pussy? Bury your face deep between my legs to make me scream your name after months of watching? You don’t deserve that satisfaction, ‘Hunter’. Not when you’ve yet to come with me.”
“Who says I haven’t?”
“You. The speaker masks your voice but doesn’t hide the ragged pitch of a moan. My panties stay on because we’ve yet reached that point of no return, that blissful sensation just before finding release.”
There’s a pause, a long pause, one, two, three minutes passing without him speaking, and my stomach sinks. So I stand, strolling toward the mirror to press my palm against the glass, peering as if it were possible to see through. To see him after five months of watching my reflection.
