One Knight Stand: Blaine

by Kayce Kyle

  Reaching around, I tightly wrap my arm around her back and pull her in close to me. Her abdomen presses into my growing cock. I swipe my tongue across her lips and she lets out a moan. As they part, it grants my tongue the access it desperately craves. She tastes of innocence and purity. Greedily, I inhale her whimpers as I want her, all of her. My other hand roams down her backside and into those baggy sweatpants of mine she’s wearing. I grab and squeeze her firm ass cheeks. Fuck I could almost come right now at the thought of burying my cock in between them. She leaps up unexpectedly and wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I break our kiss momentarily. “Tara, you sure about this?” Her expression pleads to me, assuring me we share the same desire.

  She nods quickly without hesitation before she plunges her mouth back to mine. I carry her up the stairs, into my room, and lay her on my bed. Hovering over her small frame, I look deeply back into her eyes. They tempt me to devour her and my cock agrees. She licks her lips and reaches between us and grabs my length before she begins to stroke it gently. “Oh, God. Tara.” My eyes roll back in my head knowing her delicate and damn near virgin fingers are around my dick.

  “Do it Blaine,” she says in a whisper, encouraging me. I feel the precum dampen my boxer briefs.

  This is wrong. She’s all but engaged to someone else. I might fuck a lot of women, but I do not fuck another man’s woman. I’m not sure I have the mental or physical strength at this point to control myself, but I have to. “Tara.” I take a deep breath and top her hand with mine, pulling it from my cock. She doesn’t know it, but this is taking all the willpower in me to consider not making her all mine, even if for one night. Looking up at her, I watch as her eyes shift back and forth eagerly between mine. “This is wrong.”

  I watch her face fall at my declaration and inwardly I condemn myself for letting it get this far to begin with. Rejection etches across her beautiful face, but nothing could be further from the truth. I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted any other in my entire life. “Blaine, no it’s not. Not if we both want it. I’m not drunk. Is this about…Preston?”

  Ah, there it is. His name and for some reason it fucking stings when she says it. I nod, swallowing down the lump now formed in my throat. “Yes…and no.”

  She cups my face with those angelically soft hands. “Look at me. He and I are over.”

  I already figured as much technically, but he doesn’t know that. Does he deserve an explanation from her if what she said earlier is true? Fuck no. He’s not worthy of her in any way. “Tara, even if I do…I can’t promise you more than one night. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” Still holding myself up on top of her body, my head drops at my admission. As much as I want her, she deserves my honesty.

  She quickly places her finger under my chin and lifts it back up. Reluctant to fall prey to her gaze, I drag my eyes back up to meet hers. “Lie to me, Blaine.” She places her finger over my lips. “Don’t say anything. Just show me what it would feel like to be yours. Please?”

  I don’t think she’s fully prepared for what she’s asking of me. As wrong as this must be, it just feels so goddamn right, and with her plea I feel my body begin to cave and do as she requests.

  TARA

  His words tell me one thing, but his menacing eyes say another. They stare back deep into mine, penetrating and undressing my entire existence, leaving me exposed and lusting for more. Blaine is a drug, and after just one passionate kiss, I’m intoxicated and addicted. My body has never in my life reacted in this way, and it would be a sin not to let him consume me with his. Smashing his lips to mine, he forces his tongue inside my mouth while they each battle to seize control. “I hope you know what you just asked for.” He pulls away, breaking our connection yet again. Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt, he yanks it up over my head, exposing my breasts. Momentarily he feasts his eyes on them. Wasting no time, he cups one of them and begins to dine on it as he sucks and flicks his tongue over my erect nipple. They’re so sensitive to his teeth it’s a beautiful pain. I cry out, expressing my pleasure as my body comes to life beneath him. He assaults both my breasts and I can feel an orgasm stirring around in my core, making its way downward with fury. “Yes!” I cry out before I feel my teeth sink into my lower lip as my neck and back arch.

  The warm wetness of his tongue slides up the flesh of my neck before he grabs the waist of the sweatpants and yanks them, lowering them down my legs. I wiggle my legs and he helps until they’re removed completely. He removes his boxers and his hard cock springs free and my release threatens to explode at the sight. I watch as his eyes begin to slowly roam back up body, stopping at my pussy. Parting my legs with his knees, he stares before grabbing his cock stroking it while he looks at my assuredly glistening wet pussy. “That’s the most beautiful and perfect pussy I’ve ever seen and I’m about to make you both remember my name.” He’s in complete control and a sexual beast, just as I had fantasized. The adrenaline racing through my veins is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced as I impatiently await his assault.

  He reaches in between the mattress, confusing me momentarily before he pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and I watch as he begins to slide it on. Jealousy surges through my body fleetingly at the rubber that hugs his cock. He then positions himself lower on top of me as he holds his cock and glides it up and down my wetness, throwing his head backward on contact. Looking back at me, his eyes hold captive the beast within that silently warns and pities me. Lining himself up completely with my folds, he slowly begins to push himself inside of me. I loop my arms between his and hold onto his back. He’s large and the more he pushes into me, the more I feel him stretching my walls. It burns but feels so damn good. He slowly pulls himself back out of me a little and I feel a whimper escape. I dig my nails into his back and scratch them down his bare flesh. My body beckons to have him back inside of me, and with one buck of his hips, he slams himself back in. This time I scream, expressing the pleasure of him being inside of me. Repeatedly, he thrusts in and out of me, bringing me closer to ecstasy with each buck of his hips.

  BLAINE

  Goddamn she’s so fucking tight and wet for me. My cock won’t be able to take much more. She’s getting close to her release. I can feel her walls as they greedily hug my cock tightly, squeezing it with each pump. I’m not gentle or slow. I don’t know how to be and slowly she’s beginning to adapt to the way I’m taking her. She digs, claws and scratches her way up and down my back. Her hands lower to my ass cheeks and she digs in, pushing them toward her, encouraging me to keep going. “Don’t stop, Blaine!” Mercilessly, I slam in and out of her and it happens. Her pussy clamps around my cock so hard with her orgasm that it forces mine at the same time.

  “Yes, Tara! Come for me, all over my dick. Ah, fuck!” I growl out, as my pumps begin to slow, and I watch her beautiful face as she rides out the final wave of her orgasm.

  Sweaty, and breathless, I stare at her as I hold myself on top of her. “Blaine?” she asks, with me still inside of her.

  Drops of my sweat fall onto her perfect naked body, mixing with hers. “Yeah?”

  “Can we just stay like this for a minute?” she asks in a soft tone, her honey-glazed eyes weaken me, so I look away. Being inside of her still while looking at her is something I could do over and over. And, that fucking scares me.

  I don’t understand the reason for her request, but I comply. After a few moments, I slide myself out of her and fall over next to her on my bed.

  Chapter Five

  TARA

  I whimper internally as Blaine pulls himself out of me. Not because I’m in love with this man but being one with him was exhilarating. It’s the most alive I’ve felt in my entire life and I wanted to savor every second. Not to mention, he just gifted me the best birthday present. This feeling will be hard to top.

  I watch as he removes the condom and throws it away. “Um, so, we do have a shower downstairs. Ya know, in case you wanted to use it.” He’s acti
ng strange toward me now. He warned me, and I knew this was a one-time thing, but I suppose I foolishly allowed myself to believe he wouldn’t go cold and awkward toward me in the same night. “I can take you downstairs and show you where it’s at. Sharla keeps some girly stuff in there. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you used some of it.”

  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit a part of me feels slightly crushed inside. Did he not feel what I felt in that moment? Probably not. I must remind myself he’s a playboy. This is what he’s used to. I have no right to feel upset in any way. He did what I begged him to, and at least I’ll always have that memory.

  “Sure,” I reply as I fumble around looking for his clothes I was wearing earlier.

  After Blaine takes me downstairs and shows me where the shower is I hop in and let the hot water and soap wash away what was left of our shared experience. A part of me grieves that also. Blaine had a new toothbrush that he so kindly gave me to use. After I’m showered and dried off, I put the clothes back on I wore earlier. Thankfully, I have a hair brush in my purse and I’m able to comb out the tangles in my hair. Finally, I brush my teeth and rinse away the last part of Blaine that remained—his taste.

  Walking out of the bathroom, I look around and listen. It’s so quiet in here and strange considering it’s a bar. I place my hand over my face questioning my actions and this night yet again before a small giggle escapes as I shake my head. Suppose this is one way to give my parents and the rest of Dallas’ elite the middle finger. At least when I leave in the morning I can say with an honest heart that I have zero regrets.

  As I enter the main area of the bar, I catch Blaine fast asleep on the sofa he was on when this entire thing started. I clutch my chest at the sight of him. He’s such a beautiful man. A bit of an asshole, but beautiful nonetheless. And, he shared himself with me even if only for this night.

  Once I make my way upstairs, I notice my clean, dried clothes laying over the chair he has in his room. Such a simple act of kindness and I feel my heart swell. There’s more to Blaine. There’s a reason why he sleeps with many women but never lets them get close enough. That chip he seems to carry on his shoulder about people of my social class must also have a story behind it. I’ll never get the chance to find out the answers to these questions, but I do wish him the best.

  I crawl back into his bed and curl up as my lids grow heavy and sleep soon finds me.

  BLAINE

  “Morning!” my ma hollers out, causing me to pry my eyes open. “Em, Blaine, Sharla!”

  “I want Momma,” the sound of Jett’s tiny voice also echoes throughout the bar.

  “Yep. Momma’s here. And we brought Uncle Blaine and Emmit some breakfast.” Through my sleepy eyes trying to focus, I watch my ma place Jett up on a barstool as she places his breakfast in front of him. “Now, let’s try to find you some orange juice and then we’ll get everyone in here.” She looks around, scanning the condition of the bar and shakes her head before her eyes find mine. “Blaine Michael Knight. Did y’all not even attempt to clean this place after last night? Your brother’s right. You really should think about hiring some more help around here,” she tells me before heading behind the bar to pour Jett a glass of juice and starts making a pot of coffee.

  I rub my eyes while I try to process her early morning chastising. Something catches my gaze out of my peripheral and I notice Tara shyly peeking her head around the corner from the top of the stairs before she retreats. Thoughts of last night flood my memories and I momentarily lose myself in them as I feel my heart hammer inside my chest. She’s not like other women I’ve encountered that are wealthy. Behind those hypnotic golden orbs lies someone much deeper than money. Fuck. Just the thought of her eyes penetrating mine as she begged me to fuck her make my dick instantly hard. I place the blanket over my lap, covering my hard-on.

  Suddenly, Emmit and Sharla walk out of his room and both have huge smiles plastered on their faces as they giggle while whispering to one another. I know that look on my brother’s face. I know that smile and the way he’s looking at her. They slept together!

  “Momma!” Jett screams, climbing off the barstool before running up and into his mother’s arms.

  Sharla looks surprised for a second, but instantly embraces her son while planting kisses all over his face while he giggles.

  I cast my judgmental gaze toward Emmit who is already eyeballing me, but he immediately looks away and heads toward our ma. He leans down and gives her a hug before she pulls breakfast out and places it in front of him on the bar. “Sit. Eat.” She pats the counter in front of him. “You too, Sharla.” My ma turns back to me. “Come on Blaine, come and eat,” she orders me, but I need a minute to let my stiffy go away.

  “Ma, I’m in my boxers.”

  Sharla turns in my direction. “I’ll run upstairs and grab you some pants if ya want? Check on Tara, too. She still here or has she left?”

  “So, that’s whose fancy car is parked out back? I was wondering who that belonged to. Is she here? Tara?” my ma chimes in, causing me to scrub my face with both my hands. The last fucking thing I need is for her to have knowledge or add her two cents into this. For now, the only people who know what happened last night are Tara and me. I’d like to keep it that way, too.

  “Will these work?” Tara asks, unfazed as she plays it cool walking down the steps holding out a pair of jeans for me.

  There she is. Dressed and absolutely breathtaking. Last night before I fell asleep, I found myself feeling different about her than I have about any other woman. But, I told myself that when morning came that the feeling would’ve subsided. It hasn’t and if anything, being in close proximity again is proving that and I hate it. My heart picks up in pace the closer she gets to me and I fight relentlessly to control my dick from growing again. She hands the jeans to me, sets her purse down on the sofa and grins before turning her back to me and walking up to my ma.

  I stand still managing to cover my dick while I slip into my jeans and watch Tara at the same time. “Hi. I’m Tara.” She extends her hand delicately and my ma reciprocates the gesture.

  “I’m Margaret. Blaine and Emmit’s mother. But you can call me Ma. Everyone else does. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tara.” She looks over Tara’s shoulder and makes eye contact with me before turning back to Tara. “Are you hungry, dear? I made plenty. Here, sit.” She pats the bar stool.

  Making my way over to them, I give my ma a hug and grab a breakfast sandwich before I walk behind the bar and pour myself a cup of coffee. Holding the glass pot up, I turn and ask, “Anyone else want a cup?” My eyes stop as they lock with Tara’s. This is a mistake. I can feel myself losing the battle as I await her reply and fight to peel my gaze from hers.

  “Sure,” she answers me, her voice laced thick with hesitation. She turns to my ma. “Thank you so much, Margaret, for the offer. But I already put a call in to have a tire delivered and changed. They should be here shortly. A cup of coffee should be enough to get me going.” I listen and watch as Tara goes back and forth with my ma. Sliding the mug of coffee over to Tara, I set creamer, sugar, and a spoon in front of her considering I have no clue how she takes her coffee.

  “Nonsense,” my ma replies. “Sit and eat.”

  “Nothing’s better than our ma’s famous breakfast sandwich,” Emmit states through a mouthful of food. He’s not wrong. “A homemade croissant, ham, bacon, egg, topped with cheese. It’s kinda famous around these parts.”

  She looks up and catches me watching her. She has a look of desperation and confusion on her face. Her phone rings, giving her the excuse she looked like she needed to avoid any further conversation with my ma. She rushes over to her purse, retrieving and answering her phone. I watch her from afar until Sharla loudly taps the bar counter, pulling me from my haze. “Hey stargazer. Can I have a minute with you in private, please?” she asks through somewhat gritted teeth before standing and walking toward the back. Ma looks at me with curious eyes and I shrug before heading toward Sh
arla.

  “You do realize she’s about to leave, right?” Sharla firmly plants her hands upon her hips.

  “Yes. Your point being?” I retaliate.

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Blaine. Seriously. I’ve known you almost my entire life. I know you haven’t been the same after Natalie and that’s understandable. But, since that woman out there walked into this place last night you’ve been an entirely different person. Shit, I watched the visual exchanges between the two of you. The way you both kept undressing one another with your eyes. One night, Blaine. It’s only been one damn night and the change in you is already apparent. Even I have to admit that it’s a good look on you. I think she’s into you, Blaine. And by the way things sounded last night, you were definitely into her.” She folds her arms over her chest. Her revelation proves that my little secret is not in fact a secret. “You’re too afraid to admit it to yourself out of fear that you’re gonna let her just walk right out of your life? Maybe it’s for the best. I might be like a sister to you, but sometimes you’re a real fucking jerk. Something more than sex happened between the two of you. Because the Tara I briefly spoke to sounded as if she was not only running, but in search of something. So, she either revealed something about herself to you, causing you to think differently about her. Or, you just lucked out. Considering the last time Emmit and I spoke with you, you were upset and angry, treating me more like a child than a friend. My guess is the former.”