Rule by Jay Crownover Page B

pressed close to me, her hands making short work of the belt
and the fastening on my pants.  Her lips fluttered over the pulse pounding
rapidly at my throat. Her hands trialed lightly over my chest and across abs
that were tense with desire.  One of her legs slid between mine and rubbed
against the evidence that I wasn’t going to stop her regardless of knowing it
was the right thing to do.
    “Stop thinking so hard.”  Her voice
was all husky sweet and cloudy with desire.  She was the last person on earth I
should be contemplating doing this with but even as objections broke through my
haze of lust I used one hand to unhook her bra and the other to tangle in her
hair as I sealed my mouth over hers.  Kissing Shaw was a different experience
than kissing any other girl.  For one she was really good at it.  Most girls
got lost or a little confused because of the bite of my lip ring and the fact I
had a metal barbell in the center of my tongue, Shaw seemed oblivious to both
of them and kissed me like she had been born to do it.  She was also a lot
shorter than most of the girls I normally hooked up with so there was an entire
learning curve involved where I had to figure out a way to get all the best
parts of us lined up.  She didn’t seem to care at all that I was a little
rough, that I was suddenly impatient.  I felt like if I gave myself too much
time to get my head around what I was doing I would falter and stop and man I
really, really didn’t want to stop because her hands had found their way into
my pants and my dick would kill me if I pulled the plug now.
    She tugged the denim down over my
ass and I pulled her up so that we were pressed together shoulder to thigh.  I
shrugged the pants the rest of the way off and gave her a little push so that
she fell back onto my rumpled bed.  It took some maneuvering and a few curse
words to get my boots off and when I went to crawl up over her my brain short
circuited because all she had on was barely there lacy panties and dreamy look
on her face.  A lot of girls had been in this bed, in fact last weekend had
been the first time in a long time I had spent the night alone, but even though
I was in a haze of testicle squeezing desire I knew that beyond a shadow of a
doubt that none of them looked like Shaw looked against the dark sheets and
comforter.  She slid an appreciative eye over my naked form, not like she
hadn’t see it before, but somehow now that it was sprawled out on top of her,
the look was more ‘do me’ and less ‘Rule you’re gross’.
    Her hand brushed over the tattoo of
the sacred heart on the center of my chest and up along the two giant rib pieces
that covered most of my torso.  I had a lot of color and a lot of art work
decorating my skin and when I was naked it tended to be a lot to take in and
had been overwhelming to some of my less adventurous bed partners.  I mean I
wasn’t vain or conceited but I knew I was alright to look at. I was tall and
tended toward lean and fit, I went to the gym a few times a week but none of
that really mattered because she was looking at me like I was everything she
ever wanted and it was doing weird things to my head.  I also had a barbell
pierced through the head of my penis that meant I was both brave and idiotic;
because half the chicks that saw it had no clue what to do with it.  Shaw had
walked in on me enough times to know that it was there, but she didn’t seem to
care either way.  She let the pad of her thumb brush across the top ball of it
which made suck in a breath.
    I realized I was letting this girl
call all the shots, that I was about to have sex with her and we had barely
said a word, that she was touching me, making me go crazy and I was just
letting her.  I needed to get with the program so I hooked my fingers in her
tiny little underwear and pulled them down her legs.  She shivered in response
and now that she was finally fully naked and trapped under me there was a hint
of