The Rule, page 8
part #1 of All In Series
“We’ve been telling you to get a life for years now.”
“Touché.” I bet Katie had already been on the phone with Celia, as well. While I was recognized everywhere, very few people knew me. Celia, Kip, and Katie, they were part of the few.
Kip’s voice lowered. “Truth time, Tom. It must be serious if you brought her to Colorado?”
“Don’t jump to any conclusions. The weekend is young. She might hop back on the jet and head home.” I hoped I was wrong.
“Why would you say that?”
My leg started to twitch. “It’s not fair to her, Kip. I shouldn’t wrap her up in our shit and put her in harm's way. What if he found out?”
“Take your time and see where it goes. I deal with the same thing with Katie and Marissa, but you can’t let him win and stay by yourself all the time.”
I sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kip. Safe travels.”
“Can’t wait. And give yourself a break, Bro.”
Liv
So much had happened over the last twenty-four hours. My brain was in overdrive. Tom Marko was so much more complicated than I ever assumed.
I was trying to comprehend that Tom was Marcus Elliott. What happened during his childhood that made him feel so unsafe? Why was he in foster care? Who was this person from the past he had to hide his businesses from? And what did this Lisa chick do to him?
Deep down, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answers. I figured it had to be something super painful and awful for Tom to have made the decisions he made.
I told Tom I had a few phone calls I needed to make for work. I went up to my room and called Meg.
“Well, did you break that stupid rule?”
“Not answering that.”
“Liv! You did! OMGEEE–girl, what was he like?”
I tried not to grin, thinking about it. “Seriously, I’m not going there. Is there anything I need to take care of?”
“Girl, you know I have you covered. You go get some more ass!”
“Seriously, Meg, you’re impossible!” I chuckled.
I sat on my bed and thought about the concept of dating Tom. And then my self-confidence started to shake. I went back to why I wasn’t perfect enough or how my size eight body wasn’t a double zero. How could he love that when he was the epitome of perfection?
Had he honestly been attracted to me since my start with Gluten-Free Guru?
Tom’s words flew back to me: “I wanted you since I laid eyes on you from afar.”
How was that possible?
I wondered how people would react if they saw us together. Would they wonder how he could be with someone like me?
Would they think, “Ah, she finally fucked a client!?” Would Tom get guy props for that? Like a medal of honor for being the first client to pop my cherry?
Crap. I needed to stop these disturbing thoughts.
Tom wasn’t like that. I hadn’t known him long, but I knew in the deepest part of my gut that he wasn’t like that. I don’t think he saw my rule as a conquest. He wasn’t like the others who always tried to get me to break it.
I thought back to the sauna and how he waited for my permission.
He knew it was a big deal to me. That’s why he revealed his Marcus Elliott secret.
But seriously, what would everyone else think? Tom Marko could have models. He could even date princesses, I bet. What would people think when they saw me with him when he had the choice of anyone?
Was I good enough for him?
Jeez, Liv, enough bashing yourself. It’s not like you’re roadkill.
Why was it that I could kick ass in the boardroom but felt so shitty about myself at times?
The persistent thought ran through my mind: because you always lose in love.
Screw these thoughts. I got up, left my room, and walked down the hall as Tom was walking out of his wing.
“Hey.” He scanned my eyes, and I could tell he wanted to ask if I was upset with him.
I don’t know why, but I blurted out, “Can I see your room?”
He grinned, motioned with his hand, and said, “Right this way.”
I had no idea why I asked that. Honestly, what was I going to do once I got there? Jump his bones? I licked my lips.
No, no, NO! He’ll think you're a total sex maniac.
I started small talk. “What time should I be ready to go out tonight?”
“I thought we could have dinner here, unless you want to go out to dinner, then leave at nine?”
“Dinner here is fine." I walked into his bedroom and stopped. "Nice room. Your bed is massive!” It was bigger than a king-size bed. I didn’t even know they made beds that size.
Tom laughed. “We can try it out if you want.” He ogled my body, and I once again had wet panties.
Yes, please, I thought. But I didn't want to look desperate for it, so I decided to play it cool. “What time is it now?”
“It’s three.” Tom licked his lips at me.
“So… What should we do until then?” Good Lord, I sounded like a full-blown slut. We were in his room. I just talked about his massive bed. Jeez. I’m practically begging for it.
Tom ran his fingers through his hair and messed it up. “Honestly Liv, I want you to tell me that you forgive me for not being honest with you and don’t think I’m a total loser freak.”
His vulnerability was once again an absolute turn on. The Greek god wanted me to tell him that he wasn’t a loser freak? Come on! Who was this guy?
I stepped toward him. “I forgive you. And I don’t think you’re a total loser freak. Just a teeny tiny one.” I held my two fingers up and smirked back at him.
He laughed, then got serious. “I promise, I’ll never lie to you again.”
He seemed genuine. I wanted to believe him.
I ran my fingers seductively on his arm and looked at him with wide eyes. “Do we have work to do?”
“Not unless you want to,” he growled.
I instantly got wetter.
Like really wet.
Nope, I didn’t want to do any work.
I played dumb. “Well, you’re the boss, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, so…” I stepped closer, so our bodies touched. I felt him instantly go hard.
I touched his arm again and gazed up at him. He was happy to take the bait.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed, then kissed me slowly, as his tongue teased mine while he stroked my cheek. Butterflies once again fluttered through my stomach.
I had never been so turned on by anyone kissing me.
Tom's kisses made time standstill. They made the environment around me disappear, and the only thing I noticed was his soft lips, gentle tongue, and determined eyes that focused solely on me.
I laced my hands through his hair and pulled him closer to me.
And he once again owned me. My body was his, and I was more than happy to give him full control.
Tom brushed his lips over my neck, and I arched my back, while his warm hands went under my tunic. Like the pro that he was, he gracefully removed my shirt and bra.
He searched my eyes for approval.
"Nothing's changed. You can still have me if you want me," I whispered to him.
I felt his body pulse against my leg.
He took a deep breath and grazed my cheek with his knuckles and traced my lip with his finger. "I want all of you," he whispered.
More flutters shot through me as I grasped at his neck, pulled his mouth to mine, and tried to show him that he was all I craved. His lips and tongue danced with mine, and I got lost in the sea of tingles that surged through my body.
Tom's hands made their way to my breasts. He cupped my fullness, and then gently used his thumbs to erect my nipples, before he took them in his mouth, and sent waves of pleasure to my lower region.
I moaned and whimpered against him.
“You’re so exquisite, Liv,” he muttered, then grabbed my face, held it with both hands and hungrily kissed me again…like I was his entire world...as if he needed me.
No man had ever turned me on like Tom Marko. No one had even come close. And my body became a melting pot of different sensations.
I pulled his shirt off him. Warm, smooth skin that stretched over hard muscles hummed energy against my lips as I kissed his chest and neck.
Like in the sauna, Tom was focused on me. He dipped his lips down to my breasts, and then his mouth was all over my abdomen. His fingers traced the curve of my waist. Butterflies took off as my sex started throbbing.
I pulled at his hair, and his deep, throaty groan vibrated in the air as our eyes met.
The insides of my vagina began to pulse with desire and hope. His mouth was so close. But instead of doing what I thought he was going to do, he kissed the top of my cunt, then went to my inner thigh, and slowly made his way to my ankles. Then, he moved over to my other leg, started at my ankle, moved back up, past my knee, and back to my womanhood.
His mouth frolicked next to my pussy, kissed all around the outside, but still didn’t touch it.
I was so wet; I must have stained the bed; I was sure of it. And I thought I might explode right there, as my body shuddered against Tom's lips, in anticipation of what I knew he was going to give me.
But Tom continued to tease me, and I anxiously shifted my lower body into his face. He gently laughed, quickly laced my fingers through his, pounced up my body effortlessly, and pinned them against the headboard, as his mouth found mine once more and his hard dick rubbed against my nub.
I groaned, as my clit pulsed against him, and ignited more flames throughout my body.
“You drive me crazy, Liv,” Tom whispered in my ear. He took a quick nibble at my lobe before he released me and shimmied back down my body.
My ego once again soared to the sky as my body hummed against him, and he grabbed my ankles, threw my legs over his shoulders, and opened me up. In one graceful move, his tongue swept from my hole up to my clit.
“Oh, God!" I shook slightly as my mouth made an O, and I quickly blinked my eyes to refocus.
He gazed up at me with a focused determination, and I saw that he would do anything to please me.
Tom set my body ablaze as his tongue flicked away at me. I started moaning, not able to control my noises as he artfully licked and sucked, repeatedly.
He drove me higher and higher. My body pulsed against his mouth, and a slow burn tormented through me.
I quickly begged him to let me release. "Oh..don't...stop...please," I cried out.
“Not yet, Liv,” he murmured, then slipped his finger in me, and teased the walls of my sex, as his mouth continued to own me skillfully.
And every time I got close to my release, he would back off and slow me down.
I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Tom...please,” I panted out.
He slowed me down again.
It became our rhythm. Up and down, Tom would play me, backing off when I begged, keeping me wet, glancing up at me with his determined, perfect, blue eyes and studying my every sound and move.
I don't know how many times I whimpered out, “Don’t stop…please…oh, God…don’t…Tom…please.”
He finally sucked on me harder, as I grabbed his hair and once again pushed his head into me.
And I rocketed like never before, saw stars, and arched off the bed.
There was no doubt about it, Tom Marko was not only the god of sex, he was the god of oral sex.
I shook hard for a bit after I orgasmed. He continued to worship my body and took his time bringing his lips back to mine. My nerve endings quivered against his lips until his mouth met mine with a new intensity.
"You're perfection," he whispered between kisses.
No man had ever said to me the things that Tom did. He said it with adoration in his voice and made it sound like it was a fact and there was no room for question. He made me believe what he said, if only in that moment.
So many thoughts went through my head. And I didn't dare open my mouth because I was scared of what I would blurt out. Thoughts like, 'You're wrecking me for all other men after you,' or 'I'm never going to survive this,' or 'You're so much more than just a hot fuck.'
So instead, I just used my body instead of my words in response to his whispers to me. I could taste myself on him. It turned me on further, and a renewed hunger crept through my veins. As I moved my hands over his stomach and felt the ripples of his muscles, I reached into his pants and felt his enormous erection.
“Do you want more, Liv?” He took a nibble at my lobe, as I groaned.
I felt his penis throb in my hand, as I pulled back and focused on his eyes.
I longed for Tom. No other lover ever made me long for them. I felt a craving I had never experienced, and I saw in his eyes that, no matter my insecurities, whatever I wanted, he would give me.
“Yes. I want you,” I breathed and urgently tried to undo his pants.
He paused and pulled away. “Let me get a condom.”
I stopped him. “It’s okay. We’re clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“Liv, are you sure?” He hesitated.
I grabbed his face and pulled him into me. “I’m good with it. We already crossed that bridge. I don’t see the point? Unless you aren’t okay with it?"
He scanned my eyes.
"Are you okay with it or no? It's okay if you aren't. Just tell me," I assured him.
"I just want to make sure you are."
I nodded. "I am. I want to feel all of you."
He nodded and whispered, "I want to feel all of you, Liv." Then, quickly, he shed his pants, slid into my wetness, and closed his eyes, as he groaned.
For the second time that day, he filled me up with his body. The sheer mass of him made me gasp.
Tom Marko was huge, and once again, I needed a minute for my body to adjust to his. He seemed to know it and stroked my cheek before he kissed my neck.
"You feel like heaven," he muttered against my lips.
My hand caressed his hard ass. He pulled out of me, and I pushed him back, as I felt the flex of his muscles. “Your body is so amazing,” I gasped in appreciation and didn’t realize I said it out loud.
He offered a slightly cocky grin as the thrust of his shaft rippled against my walls.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed.
Tom teased my G-spot and caused me to inhale deeply.
“I want to see you,” he muttered, then in a graceful move, flipped me on top of him.
I slid over him and lazily rolled my hips. It was slow. I gradually picked up speed, as I searched his eyes for any indication of what he wanted me to do.
I wanted to please him, and he didn’t make me wait long to let me know how he enjoyed my body. He moaned my name, and it turned me on more.
"I want to make you feel good," I blurted out quietly and circled my hips on him.
He moaned, "You already make me feel good...so good."
I circled my hips harder.
"Oh... Keep doing that, Liv. Please, keep doing that."
I stared at his abs, full of muscle, and ran my hands across them. He was beautiful, his body beyond a perfect ten, every inch of him ripped and developed.
He placed his hands on my hips, and expertly guided me faster, as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
“You’re so beautiful.” He sat up with me still on him. His mouth found my mouth and claimed it once again, as he took me in his arms. Our tongues darted in and out, and the taste of my orgasm was still fresh on his lips, reminding me of what he had already given me.
I wrapped my arms around him and arched my back as I sank onto him deeper, wanting to fly...needing to fly.
His biceps wrapped around me, his fingers trailed my spine, and I continued to roll my hips up and down on him.
I was so damn wet, and relished the hardness of his penis inside me, as I felt the climb back up to where only he was able to take me.
“You're so different,” I whispered, not able to hold back my words. I closed my eyes, and tried to refocus, as new sensations started to flow throughout my body.
Tom gazed at me, his eyes full of heat and lust. His mouth went to my nipple, and he thrust hard against my sweet spot, which caused my body to spasm.
Slowly, effortlessly, I started to unleash on him. "Tom…” I cried out as convulsions, sent me spinning. I savagely started to shatter on him, and he grabbed my hips and continued to thrust into my body.
I was still riding him, as I came back down, but he hit my sweet spot once more, and I started going back up.
“Oh...my...,” I shakily breathed, as I climaxed twice while he was in me.
I never entirely stopped shaking between orgasms. My vagina was a total spasm of pleasure. The second time he exploded with me, and called out my name, while his own earthquake released new tremors upon me.
We collapsed on his bed, both of us an exhausted mess of body fluids. He leaned over to kiss me more.
How can he be so hot? He’s going to ruin me for any other man. I still didn’t know what he saw in me. His body was perfect. I must have hallucinated from my three orgasms because I mumbled to him, “You have a perfect body.”
“Look who’s talking.” He stroked my belly.
I think my head whipped around like a snake. “You have to be joking. You have girls hitting on you who are petite and beautiful, all day long. There is no size double zero here.”
“Did you ever consider that I don’t find that attractive? Like at all?”
“What’s not attractive about that? Girls like that can wear anything and never have a fat day,” I replied, totally jealous.
“Sorry to break it to you, but that isn’t attractive to me…at all.”
“You have a real six-pack. Don’t you want someone who has one, too?” I wished that, for once, I could control what came out of my damn mouth.
He jerked his head back and peered at me like I was crazy. “You do know that I’m a professional athlete, right? It’s kind of my job to have a six-pack?”
“Well, yeah, but still. Other women have them….”
“You’re officially making me crazy.” He propped himself on his elbow and pulled my chin toward his face. “Listen to me, Liv. I like you how you are. No, scratch that. I love how you are. You’re perfect to me. You turn me on. What else can I do to make sure you never say this shit about yourself again?”
