The Rule Breaker by Andie M. Long (3)

She's not engaged.

My inebriated brain hears those words and blocks out every ounce of common sense from my mind.

She's not committed herself to that wanker.

She's free.

No, she's not, my brain and cock command. She's mine.

So instead of moving her to arm's length when she launches herself at me, I try to cushion her fall, and it's me who falls with a mighty whoop onto the play matting. Good job I'm pissed. You bounce when pissed. All I can focus on is that Rachel is lying on top of me. Her dark hair is tickling my face. I grasp it in my hands, feeling the silken strands. They are just how I've imagined them on the too-many-times-to-count occasions I've jacked myself off in a Rachel fantasy. Then I pull her face down to mine and force her mouth open with my tongue before tangling it with her own.

I groan as my cock strains against my jeans. I swear it's going to punch a hole at the side of my zip. If cocks could sing and dance we'd be on stage winning Britain's Got Talent right now.

Then I hear a voice. "Really? In the children's play area? Up you get and off you go home."

We roll off each other to see Dan, the landlord, standing there, arms folded. "I have to say, I don't usually find my newly-engaged bar staff rolling around with men who aren't their fiancé around the back on my clear up."

Rachel sits up and looks at Dan with a fake look of guilt, but there's a tell-tale smirk at the corner of her mouth.

"I only accepted in the pub. I ditched him outside."

Dan shakes his head, a look of amusement in his eyes. "Well, thank goodness for that, because I didn't think he was the one for you. It's about time you two” – He points from one of us to the other – “stopped eye-fucking each other and got it on once and for all. However, you aren't doing it here, so run along."

We get up and I grab Rachel's hand before she can change her mind and run away from me.

Don't do this. It's a tiny whisper in my drunken mind.

FUCKING YES. LET'S BONE HER. My cock screams.

Guess which one I listen to?

* * *

He holds my hand and we practically sprint to his house. That is, between stopping in shop doorways to snog.

He opens the door and that's it. My feet are over the threshold.

I'm in, right where I've always hoped to be. Where I've dreamt of being so many times. I wonder how my fantasy will compare to reality?

I’m in Evan's house. Fuck looking at the furnishings, Rachel. Where's the goddamn bedroom? Oh, okay, it would appear I'm being dragged upstairs towards it.

Whoop! I'm not actually sure if that's my brain or vagina rejoicing. Maybe it’s both? “Whoop.”

Evan looks at me strangely and I realise I did that out loud. Oh well.

At the top of the stairs there's a full-length mirror and as I walk past it I high five the reflection of my own hand. You’ve done it biatch. You’re through the door and upstairs. Go, Rachel, go!

We're through to his room. It smells of his aftershave. His bed is dressed with clean bedding. The duvet has grey and black stripes and matching pillowcases. I'll bet any amount of money there are condoms in the top drawer of his wooden bedside table. This is how his stage is set out for his shagging show. I don't care who has gone before, just that I'm here now.

I pull my tee over my head, revealing a black lacy bra. Balconette style, it holds up my 36c's to perfection. I hear Evan groan. He picks me up and throws me down on the bed. I bounce slightly and feel my breasts jiggle. His fingers unbutton the top of my jeans and then he lowers my zipper. His warm hands tickle my hips as he drags my jeans off and discards them on the floor. My matching knickers follow. I sit up and help him out of his own jeans and lick my lips when I see the erection straining against his boxers. He peels off his own tee and throws it behind him and then he pushes me back onto the bed.

I breathe a massive relaxed sigh and he hasn't even started yet. I'm booked in for the Heavenly Evan experience. Everything I've heard at the bar I'm now going to experience myself. I recall every sentence I’ve heard about the man to the forefront of my mind, starting with:

'Oh, that thing he does with his finger and his tongue...'

He pushes my knees up and opens my thighs wide. My core clenches as I see him hover over it. He closes his eyes and then opens them as he tongues me right there. My hips buck up off the bed. I love a man going down on me. Callum was never too keen. Evan feasts on me like I'm the most amazing lemon meringue pie. My clit, a stiff peak of meringue, and the lemon filling — well, I'm sure you get the picture. He swirls his tongue over my peak and then dips in to taste my filling. Then he adds a finger, while he laves my clit with his tongue. I don't know what the hell he touches with that finger as he swirls it around inside me, but I'd take a wild guess at my G-spot because I feel myself build in record time and then I explode all over his face.

I'm breathless, laid back against the pillow. "Fuck, Jesus, that. Oh my God, that."

The drawer is opened, and as I guessed, it houses his condom collection. A condom packet is torn by his teeth. He stands at the edge of the bed, shrugging off his boxers. You know how in books the woman always says, 'how the hell will I fit that in me?', well, HOW THE HELL WILL I FIT THAT IN ME?

'His cock is huge, isn't it?'

Yes, I answer, in reply to the past women at the bar. It is, I agree. He rolls the condom over his dick and then positions himself over me. For a moment, I tense. Oh my God, it's actually happening! Am I dreaming? Please, please, please, don't let this be a cruel dream that I'm going to wake from at any moment. Then he pushes against me. Hell, yeah, I'm not dreaming!

He inches in slowly, and I relax to accommodate him. I place my hands on his butt and feel it tighten with each slow thrust. His arse is taut. I resist giving it a little slap. Fully inside me, he then starts to pull out, almost sliding the whole way out before plunging back in again.

I feel a thrill all the way through my core. It travels into my breasts, up my back and into my brain. Everything is connected as I experience the best goddamn shag I've ever had, just as I knew I would.

'Did he do that thing with his finger in your butt hole?'

His hands are on my breasts, pinching and stroking. He kisses the side of my neck and I feel my skin goose bump. I make so many noises. All the groans and 'Oh fucks’ that have escaped Evan's mouth have turned me on even more and I'm soaked down there. His thrusts quicken and my body rejoices in the feel of his movements. He places a finger at my clit and rubs there quickly. As my own orgasm hits I feel him tighten, and then groan as he spills out into the condom. He then relaxes, his body moving over to one side of me, so he's resting against me, half on and half off. He slips out of me, removing the condom, tying it and placing it on the floor. Then he pulls me against him.

'Did he do that thing with his finger in your butt hole?'

No. He didn't.

Why not?

* * *

She untangles herself from my arms and sits up.

"Evan, why didn’t you stuck your finger in my butt hole as we were about to come?"

It's like a bucket of cold water has been thrown on me.

I sit up quickly, all of a sudden feeling quite sober and very awake.

"Pardon?"

She has her arms folded across her chest now, which blocks my view of her gorgeous tits.

"When all your previous women have spoken of your prowess, they always, always, go on and on about the finger in the butt hole. They said they came like freight trains when you did it. So why" – her jaw tenses – "have you not done that with me?"

You shagged Rachel.

You shagged Rachel.

YOU SHAGGED RACHEL.

YOU BROKE THE RULE.

Shit. Fuck. Wank. Bastard.

It's like a siren is going off in my head. WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP, WHOOP.

What is she going on about? Finger in her butt hole? Eh?

"Rachel. What are you talking about?"

"What you do with your moves. Your Heavenly Evan moves. I got the G-spot finger while you go down, the experience of your huge cock, but I didn't get the finger in butt hole. I was looking forward to it. All the women say they come so hard when you do that."

I shake my head as if I can get her words to fall out of my ears so I never heard them.

My moves?

Heavenly Evan?

Discussed? What, in public, or in private chats?

An awful realisation hits me. I shag them all the same. They all get one bout of me and I'm so used to my routine, I don't deviate from what gets me, and them, off. To the point where Rachel knew what she was getting before she got it and is now annoyed because I fucked her differently.

I put my head in my hands.

Oh my God.

"You're going to have to bonk me again, Evan, because there's no way I'm not knowing what that's like."

I move a hand away from one eye.

"Excuse me?"

She lies back on the bed. "You heard me, let's go."

I shake my head. "Rachel. I'm sorry, this has been a mistake. A drunken mistake. There's no way I would treat you like those other women. I should never have done this with you."

She screams. "Oh my God, why? Why am I so fucking different? Why can't I have your big cock in me? Why can't I have your finger in my ass? I don't want to be different, Evan. I want to be the same as the others."

"But you're not," I tell her, "and I made a promise I wouldn't do this with you."

"Why?" she asks, frustration evident in her tone.

"Because."

Rachel jumps out of bed. "Because, is not a fucking reason. I'm going to get washed and dressed."

She lands out of bed with a thump, which is a mighty feat for someone so slim, then storms off into the hallway, looking for the bathroom. "Where’s the fucking bathroom, Evan?"

"It's downstairs," I tell her.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

For thirteen stairs.

Then, slam.

I hear the shower turn on. I lie back on the bed realising just how much our screw has screwed us up.

* * *

To say I'm fucked off is an understatement. I wash quickly, thankful that the practised act of Evan sex means there are guest towels laid out in the bathroom and some female shower gels and shampoos. I bet he even has fucking tampons in the cupboard.

I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my head and another around my body and get ready to stomp back upstairs as I forgot to take my clothes with me. As I pass the front door something silver catches my eye and I grab it before going upstairs. Evan passes me as I reach his room. "I'm going to get cleaned up myself, then we'll talk."

"Talk. I don't recall any of your other lovers saying they talked. Except to try to give you their phone number on their way out of the door."

"Just give me a moment, Rach."

I wag a finger at him. "Do not Rach me. We are not friends right now."

He huffs and leaves the room.

I look around for somewhere to hide what I've stolen. Got it. There's a loose piece of carpet at the edge of the room and it fits under there nicely.

I get dressed, find a hairdryer, and dry my hair.

Evan returns. He's put on some lounge pants and an oversized tee. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel. I genuinely didn't know that women talked about me and that I had a set routine. I guess I'm just used to picking a woman up and doing my thing."

"Do you know what else they say?" Her lip curls.

I sigh. "Please, enlighten me."

"They say you seduce them, then you shag them, then you send them out on their arse."

I sigh again. "That's true. No repeats and my rule is no one stays."

"Why?"

"Because they're one-night stands. I don't do commitment. I don't want to encourage them."

"So, is that what I am? A one-night stand?"

"No, Rachel." I feel my heart clench as I get ready to say the words my brain screams at me not to say.

"You aren't a one-night stand. You shouldn't have happened. This was a mistake."

She punches the pillow. I thank Christ that it isn't my face. I'd have been out for the count. Actually, I think I might feel better if she did lay me out. At least I'd escape the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She's going to go home and tell her mother.

Then her mother is going to tell my mother.

Then I'm dead. I swore I wouldn't touch Rachel.

Something nags at the back of my mind. When I first saw Rachel when I was leaving the pub she said those words, but differently.

"Is that really what they say about me? Seduce. Shag. Send home?"

"Yes." She nods. "And I've no intention of joining them. I will not be part of the stand-drooling-at-Evan bar crowd."

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. So, you get this was never supposed to happen? Can ours be seduce, shag, secret?"

"No, it fucking cannot."

I watch as she stands with a hand on her hip and repeats the words I heard earlier that night.

"I'm seduce." She holds up a finger.

"Shag." Finger number two.

"And stay the whole damn night. What are you going to do about that, hey? You broke your rules already. No finger in Rachel's ass, so get ready to break another. That no one stays the night. I'm going nowhere until I get the full Heavenly Evan experience."

"Well, that's not happening," I say and I rush at her, picking her up before she can realise what’s happening and place her over my shoulder. Grabbing her bag as I turn to leave the room, I try to ignore the pert ass next to my head and I walk down the stairs towards the door.

Eh?

Where's my key?

WHERE’S MY FUCKING KEY?

"Where's my key, Rachel?" I demand.

"Somewhere you aren't finding it until I get my goddamn shag," she sasses.

I put her back on the floor.

"In fact, Mr Evan Hale.” She leans against the door, hands once again folded over her chest. “I'm not leaving until a – I get my butt hole finger shag, and b – until you realise that" – she stabs my chest with her finger to enunciate every last word – "That. I. Am. The. One. For. You. Do you hear me? THE ONE. No more fucking about. So, get comfy, Mr Hale, because I intend for us to get intimately acquainted tonight. We have a lot of years to catch up on." She glares at me. God knows what I look like right now, my chin must be on the floor. "Okay, now that’s clear, I think we'll start with a tour of this house. I need to get to know it better and I'm dying for a glass of water followed by a mug of steaming coffee. Come and show me where everything is in the kitchen, Evan."

I stand there for a moment, not moving. I need to know where that key is, so I'm going to have to play along until she either realises this is a mistake, or a glance from her eyes gives its location away. Looks like we're both on a mission this evening.

"What time do you not let them stay past?” she asks. “I'm sure the odd time you fell asleep afterward."

"Never. I've never slept and I won't tonight. You're not staying all night, Rachel."

"We'll see. You'd better make sure the coffee is strong if you don't intend to sleep all night. I'm staying until eight am. That will count as me having stayed the night and broken your rules. Then, if you're still being pig-headed, at least when I chat with all the girls in the pub and they talk about the ass finger, I'll be able to say I stayed the night and they'll all be jealous of me.”

"Can you please stop going on about your ass? My finger is getting a complex."

"Hopefully though, you'll have come to your senses by then and realise that you need no other woman than me. That what you needed all along was right beside you, living next door, but you were just too blind to see it."

Oh, I was never too blind, Rach. Almost went blind with all my jacking off, but I saw you alright. Tonight is going to be the death of me.

My coffee needs to be very, very, strong because I can't risk falling asleep. I need that key. I need it as soon as I can, before she manages to do what she’s set out to do and has me so I can't say no. I can't risk it not working out and me breaking her heart. I can't. I think too much of her. She could never be just a one-night stand, not mentally. But in real life, that's what I'm going to have to make her. I'll play her games and when she falls asleep — which she eventually will — I will leave. I'll find the key and a way out of my house. If only I knew where I'd put the damn window lock keys. One way or another, we are not staying the whole night together. Because if we do, it risks too damn much.

"I'd better show you the kitchen."