Page 59 of Broken Rules
He laughs, then lets out a breathy hum. “You’re gonna explore your pussy, honey. Tease every inch of your wet slit until you’re screaming, begging to come.”
I don’t like this idea—I need to regain control of the session.
The oven beeps, and I peek over my shoulder, my stomach growling for real. “As nice as that sounds, pizza’s calling my name.”
“Go on. We got time.”
Forty-three minutes to be exact.
So, I take my time eating, making small talk with him, then cleaning my dishes, and ten more minutes are gone.
“Can I ask you a question?” I say with the phone back to my ear and facing the window.
“Sure.”
“Do you like the ocean?”
There’s another pause. “Yes.”
“What aspects?”
“Honestly?”
His question makes me glance at the mirror. “Completely.”
“I like how free the ocean is, how much power the currents hold. The waves can be unforgiving one moment, then calm the next, and never be judged. That even though the sea looks empty from the horizon, there’s so much life deep inside, still so much to explore.”
I glance down to mask my smile. “That was very vivid.”
“Yeah. I like vivid.”
We have gotten way off track. I’m supposed to make him come, not pour his heart out. Exhaling deeply, I hold my head high and return to my seat.
“I’ve had a great time talking to you, Hunter, but I think we got off course a bit.”
“Remind me…where were we heading?”
“Well, since you’ve already tasted my lips, there’s only one direction to go.” I unclip my dress at the nape of my neck and let the material fall to my lap, exposing my breasts. “If you were here right now, what would you explore next?”
“Your mind.”
I press my lips together, looking at the clock, and feel like time’s going backward with twenty minutes left. “Hm, I could’ve sworn you were headed south.”
“Honey, you are headed south. I’m right where I need to be.”
Tilting my head to the side, I lean back on my hands and stare at the mirror. “You’re a very strange man, Hunter.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“No, more like—”
“Intrigued?”
“Yeah…” I whisper, then look at my chest, how my breasts rise with each subtle breath, my nipples pebbling the longer I stare, creating pins and needles across my skin.
“You control the currents coursing inside you. Free yourself.”
“Tell me how.”
