Chapter 11: Paying The Piper

Gia's Pov

I was mentally kicking myself the whole ride home. I could scream right now, I played right into his hands. My lips were still tingling from his contact; I can still feel his touch on my skin. What the hell was I thinking; I almost had sex with the man outside for the whole world to see. If his phone didn't ring there's no telling how far I would have let him go. I can't and won't catch feelings for him, that's when things go bad, it's been proven time and time again. I took the long way home so I could clear my thoughts. The traffic wasn't too bad, so I was able to cruise around a bit.

When I finally pulled up to my door I rested my head on the steering wheel taking a deep breath. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror. My hair was a wreck, my shirt was all wrinkled and my lip gloss was smeared, I was completely disheveled. I dragged myself out of the car, up the steps and walked through the vestibule and to my apartment.

I was happy to feel the comforts of home, once inside I closed and locked the door behind me. As always I kicked off my shoes and went for the light switch. I made a b line for my bedroom and changed into a buttoned down pajama shirt. My plans for the night involved my computer, couch, and television. The plan was to get some work done, and watch the Matrix until I fall asleep.

Two hours later I was getting up to put in the next film. I switched the disc and sat back down waiting for the movie to start. Just as the opening credits started to roll, a knock came to my door. I went over and stood on my toes to check the peep hole. I dropped back down when I saw who it was. After taking a deep breath I opened the door.

"What are you doing here Taylor?" I asked. He didn't say anything, he just moved pass me to step into my apartment. "Sure come on in, put your feet up while you're at it."

"Don't mind if I do." Taylor sat down on the couch and propped his feet up on my coffee table. He grabbed the remote control from beside him and pressed play. "What are we watching?"

"We? Okay first you're gonna get your feet off my table, then you're gonna take those feet and walk them right back out that door."

"Sorry, can't do that." Taylor got up from his position and stalked towards me.

"And why can't you." My feet moved on their own accord backing up until I hit a wall.

"You owe me, and I've come to collect." He leaned in so close; his lips were almost touching mine. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just held be there with his eyes.

I was stuck. Unwilling to back down, I was forced to return his gaze. "Taylor, I know what you're thinking, but what happened earlier today was a mistake."

"How long are you gonna keep up this hot and cold act? One minute you're tellin' me no, then the next you're willin' to fuck me on the street-" His words were cut short by a stinging slap across his face. Taylor's jaw tightened, he grabbed both my wrist pinning them above my head. "The first one's free, but you'll pay for the next one."

I should have been frightened by the seriousness in voice, but instead I was aroused. My body relaxed and in return he loosed his grip. He then did something that stunned me. He kissed me, and this kiss was nothing like the others that we shared. Instead of rough and raw, it was gentle, almost passionate. He held my body in place with his. The kiss moved from my lips down to my neck. Finally he released my hands, but only to unbutton my shirt. Once he finished with the last button he opened my shirt exposing my bra and panties.

Taylor cast a downward stare, taking in the sight of me. "Beautiful." His voice was like a warm sensation that filled my body.

Taylor's hand moved under my bra and began to massage my breasts. He parted my legs with his, pressing his knee firmly against my sex. My eyes closed tightly trying to rationalize these feelings, but not one logical thought popped into my head. That was most likely due to Taylor's lips and tongue roaming down the valley of my breasts. I wanted him, this was a fact that I couldn't deny any longer.

My hands grabbed the sides of his face, bringing him up into a scorching kiss. His hands held my hips, as mine caressed the back of his neck. I broke away looking him straight in the eyes, "this is just sex Taylor, and a onetime thing." I said in a pant. Taylor didn't respond; he just pulled me back into a kiss.

My hands gripped at his shirt trying to get it up over his head. The feel of his rock hard body against mine made my heart rate increase. His hand left my hip to journey into my panties. My breath caught in my throat at the invasion of his fingers. "Oh Taylor…" I moaned in his ear as my walls gripped his steadily moving fingers. Our pants and groans mixed together until he pulled out. Two strong hands cupped my ass pulling me up to wrap my legs around him.

Taylor kissed my lips once more, and then pulled back. "Where's your bedroom?" He asked.

I guided him down the hall, which seemed to be longer than usual and through the French doors that lead to my room. Taylor deposited me on the bed looking down at me with his predatory gaze. My body ached for him watching him stand there in nothing but jeans that did very little to hide his bulge. I made light work of his belt buckle and zipper; letting his jeans fall to the floor. The next thing to go was his boxer briefs. My hands glided over his firm ass pulling them down to free his erection. I reached out to stroke it gently, as my strokes increased so did his moans,

"Ahh fuck Gia." Taylor pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me.

"No strings attached," I whispered huskily into his ear.

"That's enough talkin," he murmured. Gently, almost achingly so, his lips captured mine for another kiss.

Fingers traced the lines of my wet folds, making me writhe again. He smiled against my lips, that simple twist of his mouth that sent my heart to a thumping. I felt him adjusting himself against my entrance, and knew that there was no going back. Nails dug into the thick flesh of Taylor's shoulders when he entered. The delicious feel of being stretched to accommodate him reverberated through my entire being. Taylor's low, moan was answered by the call of his name

"Say it again," he grunted into her ear as his tongue traced her lobe. "Say my name again."

"Oh god Taylor," answered, lifting her legs higher to allow him all the way inside.

"You feel so good," he growled. "So perfect."

My hand wrapped around the base of his neck pulling him in for another kiss, eliciting a groan of my name. Taylor planted his hands on the bed just above my shoulders making the springs squeal in protest.

Grinding my hips against his with every dominating thrust, I quickly gave into the rhythm. Lips fused and broke only to be fused again in never-ending kisses that stoked the fire he was building inside of me.

Higher and higher he drove me, until there was no other feeling but the warm heat in my belly, his body took me to dangerous heights of ecstasy. Words were lost to unintelligible grunts and moans, from the both of us.

Taylors's lips took mine a final time as the waves of orgasm washed over. His name screamed through the room in a voice that I couldn't believe was my own. To my surprise, when he joined me in bliss only seconds later, my name tumbled from his lips in reverent prayer. He collapsed beside me in a heap of tangled arms and sweat-soaked sheets. A part of me couldn't believe what just transpired and all the other parts didn't want to forget. Just looking at Taylor confused the hell out of me. How can one man be so attractive? How can this man, whom is dangerous in more ways than one, have the ability to make my heart skip a beat? While lost in thought I didn't notice Taylor staring at me, I smiled and turned on my side to face him.

His hand glided down my back causing a tingle down my spine. "I'm free tomorrow night, how about another game of pool?" He asked with a suggestive glint in his eyes.

"I have another idea." I climbed on top of him, straddling his beautifully chiseled body "How about we focus on enjoying tonight," I placed a light kiss on his lips, "because I am never betting you again."