Breaking All the Rules (5 page)

              “If you want to have a chance of fucking me, Benson, you’ll wait thirty goddamn minutes. Don’t you see that this is important to me?”

              He’d made her angry. If her furrowed brows and huffs of irritation weren’t enough indication of that, he’d definitely be able to gauge her frustration as she pulled his hand from her pants. He was stronger than her and could’ve fought it. He could’ve held her down and finger fucked her pussy until it was raw. But if she wasn’t fully in the moment, if she didn’t fully enjoy each thrust, it wouldn’t be worth it. His greatest pleasure, he’d recently discovered, was making Mia Barnes convulse under his touch.

              “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” She said abruptly, sitting her now empty glass on the table.

              Benson didn’t say anything. He turned his attention to the stage, his attention on Burnside as she slipped past the purple rope. She saw the thick vein in his neck tense as she left, but he made no movement to follow her or resolve the issue. Mia scowled as she weaved in and out of the crowd. Benson Ward was dense. He was arrogant and self-centered. He was bad news. She thought she’d grown out of her desire for men who were no good for her.
You can’t deny there isn’t more between you two
. There was something beneath their hot touches and panting breaths. His touch brought more than pleasure. It brought an ache for an embrace. She wanted Benson in more ways than he could eve provide.

              Mia was on her way back to their table when she came face to face with someone she never thought she’d see again- someone who brought her to a skidding halt. Standing in front of her in all his glory was Aaron Hart. His dark hair had grown since she’d last seen him nearly five years prior in a silent hospital room. It now lie in a greasy mess around his face, sculpting his devilishly handsome features. Aaron’s eyes were black. Mia wondered if it was from a lethal mix of booze and drugs or if they were naturally that color. She’d never seen him clean. He was toxic, so very toxic. His presence made her skin crawl and her heart slow.

              “Fancy meeting you here,” He grinned, as if he hadn’t bruised her like fruit. “Been a while, huh?”

              “A couple years,” Mia strained, her voice not her own.

              Aaron chugged his drink and dropped it on the tray of a waitress passing by, and then wrapped his fingers around her arm. They felt like slime against her skin. Mia was frozen. She couldn’t move from him. She couldn’t stop staring at the man who had simultaneously introduced her to the music industry and carved deep cracks into her heart.

              “You’ve gotten sexier,” Aaron mused, licking his lips.

              “You’d be amazed at what happens when you stop associating with toxic people.”

              “Was I toxic, Mia?” His voice was rough. Too rough. She didn’t want to feel his breath, heavy with the scent of cheap beer and even cheaper weed.

              “You
are
toxic, Aaron,” Mia struggled against him, pushing him back. She pushed him directly into the brooding chest of Benson Ward.

              Benson’s jaw was clenched as his eyes darted from Mia to the dirty sac wobbling to regain his composure between them. The man reached out for Mia, who slinked away. Normally cool and composed, Mia was now a mouse. Her arms were crossed tightly in front of her and her eyes pleaded with Benson for
something
. He grabbed the extended arm of the stranger, whirling him around to face Benson. Benson stood inches taller, wider, than the scrawny man clad in leather who reeked of bad intentions.

              “Is something wrong, Mia?” His nostrils flared with each syllable.

              “Get yourself an All-American?” The stranger smirked at Mia. “I never did peg you as the rock and roll type, Mia.”

              She knew this guy? Of course she did. It was obvious from the way she sunk away, her eyes shifting under his watch as if she was crawling in her own skin. This man had done more than approach her in a bar. He had hurt her, and Benson didn’t take well to his things being damaged. He caught Mia’s eye as his fist formed and raised. She shook her head from side to side, “Benson, don’t!”

              “He even sounds like an Ivy League trust fund piece of shit,” The stranger snarled. “Seriously, Mia. I’ve told you before; you’ll never be more than a glorified groupie. Save yourself the trouble, dude. She’s used.”

              Benson was going to knock the teeth out of the man. Nobody talked about him like that. Nobody talked about Mia like that. But her eyes,
God
, her eyes. They pleaded with him to stop.

              “Let’s go home, Benson,” She begged, her voice finally loud enough for him to hear her. She sounded broken, on the verge of tears. Benson wasn’t sure if he’d ever been so angry in his life. His blood boiled and he saw white. Suddenly everything became a little too real. Mia wasn’t a sultry temptress. He had tried for nearly a week to pretend like she wasn’t a real person. But her hands tugging him desperately, her short words laced with fear and embarrassment, he could see that she was very real. “Please, Benson. Please.”

              He released his fists, directing his eyes at the woman next to him with smudged makeup. It took everything in him not to kill the scum next to them. He pulled her out of the lounge, trying hard not to be too rough with her delicate skin. The cool fall night was refreshing, a nice escape from the breathless heat trapped inside the tiny club. Mia clung to his side like she’d just run into the Grim Reaper himself. A quick tap on the screen of his phone and his limo was in front of them. Before he could step forward to open the door for them, his driver was upon them doing the task himself.

              “We’ll be going to Mia’s,” Benson nodded at the man. When she began to tell him her address, Benson cut her off. “He already knows.”

              “Why does he already know where I live?” She questioned, her voice trying to be hard and demanding. She pressed her hands into the leather beneath her, scooting far away from Benson.

              “I was just making sure you got home safely this week,” Benson admitted as he mocked her motions. “I’m glad I did. What if you would’ve seen that guy on the street?”

              “I’m capable of handling myself,” She stated, regaining her strength.

              “It didn’t look that way,” Benson gruffly crossed his arms, not wanting to know but dying for answers. “Who was that?”

              “Bad news,” Mia said simply.

              “Obviously.”

              “I don’t want to talk about my past, Benson. I was barely alive when I got to New York, and Aaron took advantage of that. It’s done and over with.”

              In a swift motion, she was on top of him, her legs pressed on either side of his big frame as he straddled him. Benson let out a tense sigh under her touch. She was warm and soft, a deadly combination. His cock grew in his pants as she nestled into him, her locked around him with her lips on the bare skin of his neck. She left a soft kiss and drew back, looking at him with water filled eyes.

              “I can still feel his eyes on me.”

              Benson’s jaw tightened, “He hurt you.”

              “Make me forget him, Benson, please,” Her voice cracked. “I need you.”

              Just as swiftly as he groaned, his hands were in her pants. Mia didn’t want him, she
needed
him. She was vulnerable. He felt if he touched her too hard she might shatter into a thousand pieces, but if he didn’t touch her hard enough she’d seek pleasure elsewhere. He was desperate to keep her, even if just for the night. He was going to make her feel better the only way he knew how- with mind blowing sex.

              She leaned back as his spare hand pulled her shirt up exposing a dark purple lacy bralette. Her ample breasts were tender, aching for his touch, her nipples already hard awaiting his touch. Quickly, he pulled down the lacy material, freeing one plump breast. Her skin was milky white, her areola a delicious pink that made him want to throw her down and drive his cock deep inside her. Benson twirled the hard nub in his finger for just a moment before he took it in his mouth. Mia moaned as she looked down at him. She was a vixen. Her hair had been expertly placed on the top of her head moments ago, but was in a limp ball near her neck. Her face was a mix of sadness and pleasure, and Benson couldn’t put a finger on how he felt seeing her makeup smudged while her lips were full from arousal.

              Mia shivered with pleasure as his fingers curled inside her. She needed to touch him, to taste him, to feel him. At that moment, she was sure she never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted Benson Ward. She let go of the leather seat and moved to release him from his pants. He released her nipple. The warm air hit the wet flesh and Mia licked her lips.

              “Not yet,” He said hoarsely. “I don’t want to have you for the first time in the back of a limo.”

              “I want to touch you,” She whined with a pout that made his balls tighten.

              “If you touch me, precious, I won’t be able to control what happens next.”

              “I’ve been selfish, taking all the orgasms. Please, Benson, let me touch you.”

              It was true. She hadn’t touched him once since they’d met, not that she hadn’t tried. Benson was so focused on pleasing her every time that he ignored his painful erection. Of course he wanted to let her stroke him, to feel her warm tongue swirl around the head of his dick. Just the thought of sliding into her velvet fist made him weak. Benson never denied himself pleasures, but taking care of Mia seemed to have more precedence, more urgency.

              He withdrew his hand and flipped her on her back, cloaking her body with his. With one leg on the floor of the limo and the other between her legs, he pressed into her. Her soft gasp followed by a moan of excitement was torture. Benson kissed her hard, his hands exploring her body. She had her fingers weaved through his hair pulling him closer. She couldn’t get enough of him. Mia was scared that if she took a breath, if she blinked, he’d disappear.

              The limo pulled to a stop and lingered. By chance, Mia tore herself away from Benson and looked out the tinted window. They were outside her tall brick building. She groaned out of frustration and excitement of what was to come. Benson followed her gaze, mumbling under his breath as he fastened her pants and sat up. He didn’t bother straightening either of their garments; instead, he expertly slid out of the limo pulling her along with him. Mia watched as he spoke quickly with the driver of his car. She grabbed his arm and tugged him inside her building, paying no attention to anything but the elevator that waited in front of them. Unfortunately for the pair, the cab was filling with a few lingering tenants. They could have waited and called another, but Mia desperately needed to have him. She jerked him inside and ignored the knowing glances and smirks from the other residents as they stood close together, reeking of sex and looking like they’d spent an hour fisting each other’s hair.

              Benson had half a mind to forget about the people in the cab and take her right there. She’d look wonderful with her bare ass pressed against the stainless steel, her body lurching up and down with each thrust of his cock. He swallowed a frustrated groan. The visions of her in an elevator, her in bed, just her had haunted him for days. He hoped fucking her would alleviate her presence in his mind. A little part of him desperately hoped it didn’t.

              “Next time you have your driver follow me home, make sure he offers me a ride. I’m tired of the subway,” She teased, her hand hard in his.

              He looked at her with wry amusement, “Noted.”

              He couldn’t tell you what her apartment looked like, just that she had a large four poster bed that screamed their names. It was a throne, and she was his Queen. Benson swept Mia up in his arms, pulling a gasp and the slightest giggle from her mouth. Even the slightest murmur of her amusement brought him joy. He set her on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the footboard as she propped herself up. She licked her lips.

              “My, my, Mr. Ward, you are a strong man.”

              “And you are a temptress,” He growled as he tossed her shoes aside. He undressed her quickly, not wanting to linger too long and get lost in her body before they’d even begun. After removing each article of clothing, he left a patch of tiny kisses in his wake. Mia moaned and shuttered at the gestures, her body on fire with passion. It was the first time he saw her completely unclothed. In his office he’d marveled at the way her hips curved and slid into milky white thighs that framed her sex, wearing a few days’ worth of stubble. He’d felt the luscious meat of her toned ass. In the limo, the touch of her stomach and taste of her gracious breast drove him mad. But now, sprawled out on her bed in her natural element, Mia was a picturesque display of desire.

              When he removed her final garment, her bra, he cast a look that exuded pure sex. Mia knew if he looked at her too long, she’d orgasm from his eyes alone. His teeth were ice on her skin as he rumbled into her ear a promise, “I know that your fantasy is to be tied to the bed, but for fuck’s sake, I need to feel you wrapped around me. Next time, precious, it’ll be just the way you dreamed about.”