Once Should Be Enough

by Nikky Kaye

  “Okay.”

  What? My eyes flew open.

  “Okay,” she repeated in a soft voice, almost impossible to hear if she hadn’t stepped so close to me again.

  Her hands reached out to toy with the hem of my t-shirt, her knuckles almost tickling my abs. Almost.

  “Cass?”

  She was killing me here. I watched her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she blinked rapidly and nodded.

  “You’re right. I’ll try.”

  When she met my gaze again, I could see a little fear in her eyes. And curiosity. And yeah, some desire, too. But despite the dress painted on her body, she looked naked in her insecurity. When she looked down again, I realized it was time to battle that insecurity demon and make it my bitch. Well, figuratively speaking, of course.

  Her index finger traced the button of my fly experimentally, making me groan. She inched closer to me, fascinated by her own hands touching me. I stayed very still, afraid to spook her. If she’d just make a move…

  She took a deep, shaky breath. Then surprised me by scooting her hands under my t-shirt and splaying them over my belly. Oh fuck.

  It took everything I had in me to remain still and let her touch me. I wanted her to grip me harder, pinch me with her fingernails, to drag her thumbs along the V of my groin. Hell, I’d happily let her play whack-a-mole with my cock. But instead I patiently let her read me like Braille, dipping her middle finger into my navel and trailing over the hairs underneath. Yeah, it fucking tickled.

  I wanted to let her have control, to explore at her own speed, to feel safe and powerful. There was nothing sexier than a woman who felt those things. But her speed was so goddamn excruciatingly slow. And my dick was weeping, begging her to hurry the fuck up.

  And then it was over. Her fingers dropped from my body suddenly, and she looked up at me with a puzzled frown. I wanted to groan with frustration.

  Jesus, what now?

  “Are you going to touch me?” she asked.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Cassie

  I was going to take Will at his word.

  He was just going to take me.

  Hauled up against him, his mouth on mine and his hands on the damp skin of my lower back, I realized that this had been a foregone conclusion. Somehow, over months of friendship and silly bantering, we had foreshadowed this, whether we knew it or not. As much as I wanted to kick myself over the last week for bringing up the subject of sex, I think my subconscious wanted to talk to Will about it.

  Right now I was a little worried that he would think that my subconscious was really my inner whore, because I wanted in his jeans. Literally. I was rubbing the buttons of his fly in between our bodies, marveling at the heat and hardness underneath.

  His mouth plundered mine, coaxing me into a state of furious longing that I’d only first experienced the week before. I was starting to understand why people—even my friend Jen who brought me tonight—made irrational decisions when it came to sex. Add alcohol, and you had a lethal combination.

  My tongue met his in tentative, then more confident caresses, tasting the tartness of the cranberry juice he must have had before finding me. I drew back, my hands going to his biceps.

  “Wait, are you here with someone?”

  “Mmm.” He dropped small, open-mouthed kisses on my neck. “You.”

  “No, what were you, uh, doing here?” Shivering, I tilted my head back to give him better access to that spot—ohmygodthatspot.

  “I don’t know,” he mumbled against my jaw.

  His non-answer made me pause. Did he come to the bar with someone? Wouldn’t they have come looking for him by now, or at least checked in with him? Jealousy flashed through me, but only briefly. Will was not the kind of guy to do that, to a guy or a girl.

  Plus, I doubted he could be on the prowl and yet dip his thumbs down the obscenely low back of my dress like that.

  He froze, his voice low and incredulous in my ear. “Are you not wearing panties?”

  “Um…”

  “Naughty girl.”

  There was awe in his voice, and then he sucked on my neck, hard. That was totally going to leave a mark. Now his entire hand traveled under my dress, over my bare ass.

  It was pretty unlike me to not even wear a thong, but this dress showed everything. Jen had excavated it from the back of my closet and thrown it at me like a dare. In her defense, she had been pre-drinking. I had no excuse.

  I let out a gasp as his fingers squeezed my cheek and the back of his thumb traced a line down my crack. The few drinks that I had earlier were dissipating from my system, replaced by the dizzy—and totally unfamiliar—intoxication of desire.

  At least, I assumed it was desire that was making my nipples poke against the silky material and my belly squirm. I was so wet that I was almost afraid that my arousal would start dripping down the inside of my bare thighs. A tremor went through me at the feel of his other hand higher up on my back, tracing the line of my spine.

  “—a room!”

  A nearby shout of laughter burst into my brain, bringing me back to reality. And that reality was that I was, once again, ready to climb Will like a tree in a public place. My face heated. Was I a closet exhibitionist?

  “What do you think?” he asked, looking down at me. His eyes were almost black in the dim light, his mouth swollen from, well, me. I licked my lips.

  Our lower halves were molded together as his palm slid further around my ass, to the damp little crease where my thigh started. I moaned. If he just stretched his fingers a little, he could touch—

  “Think?” He wanted me to think? His wandering hands were this close to being the only thing holding me upright.

  He nodded. “I know; it’s hard right now.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Should we?”

  “Should we what?”

  His lips curved up. “Get a room.”

  My earlier nervousness bubbled up again. As I started to look at the floor again—I think I had memorized the tile pattern by now—he broke his hands off my backside and tipped my chin up. He didn’t look drunk at all, just very, very hot and horny.

  “Hey. We will do whatever you want,” he assured me.

  And I believed that he meant it, that he would willingly go home with blue balls from hell if I stopped this. But if he was feeling anything like I was, we were standing at the top of the stairs with that Slinky again. I wanted—no, needed—him to push me over. He was just waiting for the word from me. Or maybe he wanted me to push him over this time.

  “What do you want to do?” I asked him.

  Yes, I was being passive-aggressive. I wanted to give him an out. Will may be an admitted pervert, but he was also a gentleman. He would never…

  “I already told you,” he said. “I want to fuck you, however and wherever you want. Whenever, too, but now is good for me.”

  “Here?” I squeaked.

  “No. I need you in private.” He leaned close to my ear, letting out a dark chuckle. “I want to do things to you that are illegal in many states, and definitely against the health code, even in this place.”

  If he could devour me whole with just his gaze, he would. I’d never felt so overwhelmed by just someone looking at me—into me—like my skin was made of glass. His breath was coming as short and fast as mine, as we both considered what those secret, wicked things would be.

  “But I will wait, if it’s not tonight. Fuck, I’ll even take you out first. But I’m not waiting for the third date or anything like that,” he warned. “I’ve already gotten you out of your underwear.”

  “I wasn’t wearing any.” And the moisture between my thighs was reminding me of that omission.

  “Ah, but I got to discover that for myself.”

  Good point. I took a deep breath, noticing his gaze flick down to my chest and up again like an involuntary reflex. “My room is closer.”

  He looked relieved. “So it is. And it’s cold outside,” he reminded me. />
  “Is it? I don’t feel cold right now.”

  And I didn’t, despite some idiot constantly going out through the back door and letting a draft in. My skin felt like contact paper, and he was a matchstick striking against me. Something in my body flared every time he touched me, constantly threatening to burn out of control.

  “You’re not cold; I keep telling you that.”

  His sincerity squeezed my heart. I didn’t reply, just kissed him. Silently, and with a lot of tongue, I told him that now was okay for me too.

  Cassie

  Somehow we stumbled back to my room after retrieving my jacket from the tiny coat check and his sweatshirt from behind a barstool. Jen gave me a raised eyebrow and a ‘call me tomorrow’ gesture from the dance floor, and I hoped I would remember to do so.

  The security guy at my dorm seemed irritated when I signed Will in just after midnight, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t a convent. He’d been there before, and even been up to my room. This was nothing new.

  But I saw Will lean heavily on the desk when the jerk checked my ass out. That was new. I guess my ass was his. And maybe soon it would be. Oh god.

  We were subdued for the short elevator ride, both of us looking at the numbers above our heads. The bubble around us was leaking, pierced by the prospect of a shared bathroom and a narrow extra-long twin bed.

  “Do you want to wait until tomorrow?” His question broke the silence. “Or later? We can go to my place.”

  He held his hand over the elevator door unnecessarily as I stepped out ahead of him. The hall was long and quiet, as were my thoughts. Why did I keep second-guessing myself? Second-guessing him? He was absolutely clear about what he wanted—which seemed to be me. And I had to be honest that I wanted him, too, with an urgency that surprised me.

  I shoved the key into my lock, kneed the door open, and pulled him into the room by the pocket of his hoodie.

  “It is tomorrow.”

  “Thank fucking god.”

  He reached for my coat at the same time as we toed our shoes off. Our hands met as we both grabbed the bottom of his hoodie. His t-shirt came off with it, exposing his heaving chest and broad shoulders. I kind of wanted to bite it.

  We both hesitated, breathing heavily.

  He had a swimmer’s body: broad shoulders and long legs. His hips narrowed enough that his jeans fell a little from his waist without a belt, which is why I could see he was wearing black-banded underwear. There were goosebumps on his biceps, and probably also under the light dusting of hair on his arms.

  His summer tan was still clinging to him, and a shadow lingered on the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, like a bunch of freckles that weren’t sure how to organize themselves.

  I hadn’t turned on the light when we got in. The ambient glow of the city at night filtered through my window, shadowing us and making it hard for me to read his expression.

  What was he thinking?

  “I can see through your dress,” he informed me in a husky voice.

  Oh.

  Awareness rippled through me. Then his hands moved to the fly of his worn jeans. He opened them and sighed, but didn’t take them off. My hands were trembling too much to help him, even as he peeled the dress up and off of me.

  I was totally naked before him. Grateful for the darkness, I hunched my shoulders over a little. My breasts were too small, my stomach not flat enough, my stork legs freakishly long—

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He exhaled heavily as he studied me. “All that skin. You’re so fucking hot.”

  My shoulders relaxed a little. I glanced backwards. “My bed’s not made.”

  “I don’t care.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and grasped the backs of my knees. Yanking my legs apart, he propped me up and he licked me in a long hot line, from deep underneath to above my clit.

  “Oh god!” My fingers gripped his hair in shock as I tried to balance on his shoulders.

  He used one hand to spread me open and the other was smearing the rivulets that had been trickling down my upper thighs earlier.

  “Were you this wet in the bar?”

  I nodded, more than a little embarrassed, but he gave a low chuckle.

  “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that. Delicious.”

  He circled his fingers around my hole, drawing more juices forth. Then he leaned in and used the tip of his tongue to trace the same path.

  “Ooooohhhh…”

  I felt his nose nudge my lower lips, his other hand moving up to cup my lower belly, holding me in place above him as he knelt before me.

  “You needed this, didn’t you? And you didn’t even know it.”

  “Yes, yes, please!”

  My eyes fluttered closed as his tongue stabbed me once, twice, then laved over my mound. I had been waxed earlier in the week, but was still extremely sensitive.

  “Stop squirming,” he ordered me.

  “I can’t!”

  He spread my folds open to expose my clit and flick it.

  “Ah! Ah!”

  My hips were jerking with each pass of his tongue as my core responded. The coil in the pit of my womb tightened. I’d never felt like this before; it was almost like a head rush. Would I come so quickly, again?

  “Will, I’m gonna—“

  “Not. Yet.”

  His command, sharply punctuated against my pussy, wasn’t helping my state of intense arousal. I was so close to the edge, and he held me over it with my feet dangling. Our eyes met when he looked up, and we both licked our lips.

  “Don’t you dare come!” he threatened.

  My eyes rolled back in my head a little as I tried in vain to slow my heart rate down. He didn’t know what he was asking, demanding of me. I felt like I was hurtling out of control, but I still feared the consequences of not doing as he said.

  Either way, I was fucked.

  His tongue slowed to flatten over me like a blanket. The hot, wet, steady pressure of his mouth at my entrance made me moan. It was like he was sealing my orgasm in with his tongue, letting my juices pool in his mouth.

  My own breath sounded harsh and rapid in the quiet room. I couldn’t think. Sweat prickled between my breasts. While he held my clit hostage, his other hand reached up. His thumb grazed over the tight bud of my nipple, sending an electric shock straight to my womb. I twitched helplessly again as he blew against my clit, shushing the staccato sighs falling out of my mouth.

  “Shhh, Cass.”

  “I want more.” I was ready to beg now. He’d told me I would beg, and he was right.

  “You’ll get it, greedy girl,” he promised. “There’s no fucking way I’m stopping until you scream this time.”

  That was a distinct possibility, I realized.

  My hair fell in waves before my face, my head swirling like that tumbling sensation when you’re half-asleep. And Will was going to break my fall.

  I bit my lower lip as he continued his assault on me, his hand switching to my other breast to pluck its tender tip. It wasn’t until I was almost cringing from oversensitivity that he retreated a little. My hitching sigh of relief was tinged by disappointment as I looked down at him.

  Dreamily, I pulled one hand out of the tangle of his hair to sweep my fingertips over his lush lips. It was my arousal making his mouth glisten in the dim room, I realized.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as I raised my wrist to taste myself. And he made me feel that way.

  Without taking his eyes off mine, he saved his place at my clit with his broad thumb, and then he swiftly twisted his wrist to plunge his first two fingers inside me.

  “Ungh!”

  I jolted. My walls clenched involuntarily, trying to lure him in and push him out at the same time. Wide-eyed, I stared down at him. He was completely focused on my pussy, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

  “Practically a virgin,” he murmured, fingering me slowly and methodically. Nearly panting now, I wanted to scream at his languid
tempo, needing more friction, more unpredictability, just more.

  My wetness must have been running down his hand as he opened his fingers like scissors, stretching me more. I wobbled, my hands flailing briefly until I felt the edge of my dresser to my right. When I leaned back, my chest was pushed out more, and his hand swept down to the curve of my waist.

  “Move,” he said.

  “Huh?”

  He shuffled us backwards, his fingers ramming into me with each step, until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. His thick fingers curled inside me as I fell across the narrow mattress. If he hadn’t gripped my hip and yanked me toward him, my head might have hit the wall. As it was, I already felt pretty dizzy.

  I whimpered, looking down at his dark head between my thighs.

  My legs were hugging either side of his shoulders, my knees coming towards me as I blinked at the ceiling. My naked body was spread eagled before him, the scent of my arousal heavy in the air and its taste in my mouth.

  I was completely exposed.

  His fingers rotated and bent again inside of me, beckoning another moan from my chest. His left hand clamped over my hip to hold me down while his right was busy wringing pleasure from me with every ridge of his knuckles. God, he was so close that I felt the tickle of his chest hair high on the backs of my thighs. The sensation made my butt clench along with my pussy.

  He dipped his head again to find my throbbing clit, sucking it into his mouth between his front teeth.

  “Oh god, oh shit, that feels so good—“

  More. I didn’t even know what words were coming out of my mouth as he twisted a third, long finger deep into me.

  I felt impossibly full but open and vulnerable at the same time. My fingers twisted in my sheets, scrambling to hold on to something, but slipping over the vinyl-clad mattress underneath instead.

  His left hand moved from my hip to join the one below, massaging my clit as he leaned back on his knees.

  “Not yet,” he warned me, his heated gaze taking me all in. I felt like I was on fire, the point of combustion centered between my legs.