Breaking The Rules

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There's a stranger in my bed!

Those are six words I never saw myself saying.

I knew my mom's 'words of wisdom' would come back to bite me in the behind but I never thought today would be that day. 'Lock your doors.' She always said. 'Ensure to turn off the lights to save on electric bill and check to see if the stove and other appliances are off... don't wanna start a fire.'

I always followed the others but yet I somehow couldn't manage to double check whether I locked the doors or not. My first time moving to the city and already something this drastic has happen on my third month here.

My heart was racing a million miles per second and I held my breath as I felt the stranger's hand tighten around my waist. It was a strong hand and I could feel the evenness of breathing on my neck. I almost didn't want to disturb the individual from such peaceful a sleep but as we're pressed so close together and the bottom half is moved, I'm made painfully aware that it's a guy from the hardened length poking my butt.

I immediately fly out of my bed as dread, anxiety and fear comes back to me full force and I'm left staring at a naked dude lying flat on my bed, his head buried between my pillows and his rounded ass staring back at me.

This so cannot be happening right now!

I could only imagine the amount of scolding my mom would love to be giving me this second but as the stranger turned, all train of thought drained away as my eyes connected with the front of his body; specifically his half erection that just laid on his left thigh.

Is that a birth mark?...

No! Stop it!

Snapping out of my momentary lapse in sense, I march over to the bed, snapping up one of my pillows before proceeding to repeatedly smack him in the face with it.

"Get up!"

"Terrence stop." The strange guy mumbled but I ignored him as I refused to let up.

With quick reflexes, the pillow was gone from my grasp as I was snatched off my feet and pinned roughly beneath said naked guy as he hovered above.

"Am... who are you and why were you hitting me with a pillow?" He asked, his voice still filled with sleep but highly sexy. It was a deep rumbling that had me subconsciously shivering and that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I'm Zach and you're in my bed... naked."

The guy looks down at himself and is finally aware of his attire, or lack thereof, and he slowly releases me before sitting back on his thighs, ignoring my obvious discomfort at still seeing him freely naked.

"Did we have drunken sex last night?" He continues, his eyes taking in the room around him. "Wait, no, we didn't. I wasn't that drunk last- nah, I was completely fucked up but I definitely remembered walking home... alone."

"Well." I say as I snatched up his clothing, throwing it at him. "As you can see, you're clearly not in your apartment; you're in mine. I'm going to be late for my first day on the job if I don't get ready so you need to leave."

"Which apartment is this then?"

I suppressed my eye roll but let out a loud sigh as I placed my hands on my hips. "You're at Plaza, lower level."

"Seriously!"

"Did you not understand the concept of me being late?!"

"I'm all the way south of my own apartment? I must have been really drunk." He spoke to himself and I was almost tempted to start hitting him again with the pillow as he's yet to make a move in putting on his clothes.

Deciding that it would be better to just leave him be and get showered, hoping he'd take the bait and just leave, I walked towards my bathroom, slamming the door shut. Stripping out of my boxers and t-shirt, I grumbled below my breath as I turned on the water and waited for the right temperature before stepping in. The heat from the water clouded the small shower and I inhaled as I stepped underneath it's hot downpour.

Resting my head against the tile, I closed my eyes as I relaxed and allowed the water to calm my mind; that was until I heard the glass door slide open and a very naked... still didn't get his name, walked in.

"What on earth are you doing?!" I screeched as I tried to cover my junk but because of the small space, the back of my hands rubbed against his own.

"I needed to take a shower before going to work. Can't necessarily show up smelling like a boonyah."

"You couldn't at least wait until I was out?" I snapped, keeping my eyes anywhere but on him. My butt literally pressed against the wall and him just two feet in front of me.

"I'm running a bit late too."

"How can you be calm right now? You know what? I don't care, get out."

"Do you know how much time you're wasting talking to me when we both could have been clean and dressed?"

"I'm not showering with a total stranger whose name I don't even know and your clothes are rumpled and dirty so it still wouldn't even mattered if you showered."

"I could just wear yours." He continues, a small smile playing on his lips as he braces the wall closest to me and inevitably bringing us closer.

I push against him and roll my eyes as his small smile turns into a full on smirk. "No. I'm way smaller than you and I'm not giving my clothes to a stranger.

"I'm Nickoli."

"I-"

"But everyone calls me Nick."

He reaches over me and grabs my bar of soap and I'm struck dump as his entire body is momentarily pressed to mine; the only thing passing being the water. Nickoli looks down at me and his smirk widens as his gaze travels the entirety of my face which I'm sure has a confused expression on it.

"You know." He starts, dropping his voice and bringing his face closer. "You being insanely turned on by my good looks is super hot and all but we both are late so I'd advise you to stop looking at me all cute and confused and maybe calm your Mr. Man down."

The confusion on my face increased ten folds and he shakes his head before I gasp at the feel of his hand grasping and then stroking, my very hard length.

"Nickoli." I gasp out once more, shocked that I had gotten hard but blaming it on him being so close to me, naked, and insanely good looking.

His eyes held mine before zeroing in on my lips and I mimic his actions as he gently presses a kiss to my lips.

"That's it baby. Call my name."

His words shock me and I'm just about ready to shove him off me when his hands speed up and his hot mouth completely takes command of my neck.

This is a stranger I discovered in my bed not more than half hour ago. A stranger that was naked and is still naked; touching and kissing me, rendering me weak and docile and instead of me shoving him off and kicking him out of my apartment, I'm pulling him closer, moaning in his ears and close to coming in his hands.

"That's it baby, come for daddy."