Page 63 of Bending The Rules

Justin didn’t say anything, not immediately. He just kind of stared at me, with this look in his eyes that made my heart flutter. I moved back as he sat up, but he caught me around the thighs, keeping me from stepping away.

I didn’t resist when he pulled me into his lap, even though I knew I should. Instead, I let him pull me into a position where I was straddling him, let him pull me into a kiss that made my reasons for coming to his house slip further away. I could feel him growing as he cupped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. Instead of bringing me back to my senses, the feeling spurred me to rock my hips into his – making him even harder.

It wasn’t until he unzipped my jacket that my brain seemed to kick back into gear, overruling my arousal to remind me that what was happening was afirmno-no.

“Wait,” I said, covering his hands with mine as he cupped my breasts. “This isn’t why I came over here. And besides…sweaty, smelly, remember?”

“I told you I don’t give a damn about that, remember?” He moved one hand from my breasts, slipping it under the waistband of my leggings, and panties.

“That’s disgusting,” I scolded, just before my lips fell open in a soundless gasp of pleasure as his fingers skimmed the sensitive flesh between my legs, then pushed into me.

He smirked as he began to stroke me with his fingers. “I like a little seasoning on it.”

“Ok,you’redisgusting.”

He leaned in, gently catching my lip between his teeth. “You’re telling me if I spread you open,” – he sucked my lip into his mouth, soothing the sting of the nip he’d given me – “right here on this desk, sweaty, salty and all,” – he traced my lips with his tongue- “and licked you from top to bottom… you wouldn’t love every second of it?”

I would. Holy shit, I would.

“Uh huh,” he said, grinning into my mouth. “So, you gonna give it to me or not?”

“Mmmm,” I groaned, unable to keep myself from rocking into his hand. “Is this how you always talk to women you want to sleep with?”

He moved down to my neck, sucking and biting before he put his lips to my ear. “Yes, it is. And they like it. Just like you do. Answer the question.”

“No.”

His fingers stopped moving. “No?”

I used his halted movement as a chance to get out of his lap, and quickly made my way across the room, on wobbly legs. “Yes,” I said, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing between them. “I said, no. I didn’t come over here for sex! Is that the new normal between us?”

“Do you want it to be?” he asked, standing up. His dick was hard, and pointing straight at me, basically unrestrained in the sweats he wore.

I looked away, and shook my head. “What, friends with benefits?No. Hell no!”

“I wasn’t suggesting it, damn! I was asking a question!”

“And I was giving you an answer! Is that really the most you think of me, Justin? I can be your friend or a friend that you fuck, but not more?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Toni!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d put some in for your damn self and actually—ugh!” I growled in frustration, at myself. Tears were building behind my eyes, and the last thing I wanted to do in this moment was cry. “Never mind, okay? Just… put your dick away so I can talk to you about why I came over here in the first place!”

He raised his hands, confused. “Toni… where the hell am I supposed to put my dick? It’sthere, where it’s supposed to be. I can’tput it away.”

“Then turn around or something!”

He rolled his eyes, but did as I’d asked. “You happy now?”

“Yes,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. It was a lie, but we were past the point where it mattered. “I came to ask you what you think about Scattered Seeds having like… a home base. Dedicated office space, storage, all of that. Instead of traveling so much, I would work from the home office.”

“I think it sounds dope. What’s the problem?”

I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me. “None, not really. It’s just a big decision. Probably lease the space for a year, and I have to decide where I want to be.”

He looked over his shoulder. “What do you mean “where you want to be”? You want to be here, right? Where else would you put it?”

“I don’t know. I mean… being home is nice, but is it the best place for my business? I’d need a pretty compelling reason to stay.”

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