Promise Me This

by Christina Lee

  I looked up into his face and saw his nostrils flaring. He wanted me so badly and I needed to give him what he craved, so desperately. More than anything, I wanted to see him come undone.

  He reached for his forgotten water on the nightstand and tipped it back to his mouth. I heard the glass clink, and when he set it down, he held a piece of ice between his lips. My stomach shuddered. Ah hell.

  While gazing steadily into my eyes, he tugged my panties down my legs. And now both of us were completely naked. And his body. My word. It was ridiculous. Stunning. Beautiful.

  Keeping the ice securely in his mouth, he bent his head and dragged it down my stomach. I cried out from the shock of cold and almost reached for his head to stop him, but he gave me a stern look. Fuck, I loved that.

  His gaze lazily trailed down my legs. “Open up for me.”

  I spread my legs as his eyes inspected and devoured every inch of me.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grunted. “That might be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  I moaned and his gaze flashed to mine, steeped heavy with longing.

  He dragged the cube up my inner thigh heading for the one place I desperately needed him most. “Wider, baby.”

  I stretched open and squirmed as the ice rounded my hip and slipped across my abdomen to the other side, ultimately closing in on my throbbing midpoint.

  He rubbed the smooth slice in an outlying pattern, completely tormenting me, and never reaching my center. My very molten center now so ready to erupt that it would’ve instantaneously liquefied that ice.

  Finally, his teeth grinded into what was left of the ice cube and he rubbed it over my swollen opening and then slipped it inside. The sensation was so indescribable I couldn’t help but bow my back and arch off the bed.

  “Nate, please,” I whimpered. “I need you. I need more.”

  “Yeah?” he said. “You want more?”

  He settled his shoulders between my legs. Then he positioned his forearms beneath my thighs, rolling them upward. “Say it again.”

  “I . . . I need more,” I stuttered out. “Please.”

  His cold fingers met my hot skin on the tender underside of my thigh and I tensed.

  Thing was, I’d never been into oral sex. The guys I’d dated usually went straight to the fucking part. I’d never really cared much about the other part. Never really needed it. Until this very instant.

  If Nate didn’t put his mouth on me—the mouth he claimed he rarely put on anybody—I would surely die an agonizing death.

  “Like this?” He slipped the tip of his cold tongue inside me and I cried out at the sensation. He dipped in and out at a lazy pace, his blazing eyes on me the entire time. “Fuck, I could taste you all night.”

  Hearing that out of his pretty boy mouth was nearly my ruination. I prayed he’d move up to where I needed him most. I was aching with raw need.

  “Where else do you need my tongue?” he said, reaching up and pinching my nipple. “Say it.”

  “I need your tongue on me.”

  “Where exactly?” he said palming, twisting, and squeezing my breast.

  I whimpered. “Between my legs.”

  “That’s a good girl,” he said and then gave my inner thigh a substantial bite. “Here?”

  “No,” I grunted out, my center throbbing now.

  His breath fanned across my midpoint and then he licked the outer edge of my lip. “Like this?”

  I squirmed attempting to force his mouth right where I needed him. “Fuck, no.”

  He licked the other side. “How about here?”

  I shook my head forcefully ready to use my own hand to get my needs met.

  “Then fucking say it,” he growled.

  “Right in the center. On my clit,” I moaned. “Please.”

  Dragging the broad side of his chilled tongue up my center, I practically sprang out of my skin. It was the strangest sensation, glacial cold against scorching heat and my thighs nearly clamped around his head.

  He slid one delicate finger inside of me, and then two, while his tongue made love to my center, circling and swirling and nipping.

  “Oh God, Nate.” He lapped and licked and then drew my nub between his cold lips. “Don’t stop.”

  My orgasm rolled over me in slow and luxurious pulsing waves of pleasure as I gripped the bedsheets and mumbled his name over and over again.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, as he kissed and laved my center more gently now. I reached for his hair, and he let me, running my fingers through his waves. I was certain right then and there that this one night with Nate had absolutely destroyed me for other guys.

  As he glided up my body, his tongue licked my stomach, between my breasts, landing on my neck. He felt hot and hard and I wanted desperately to bring him relief, however he needed it—and I prayed that meant he wanted to be inside me.

  His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply and passionately. This was the softer side of Nate and I reveled in it. I could taste myself on his tongue and I’d wondered why he’d decided to use his mouth on me so intimately.

  Good lord, I wasn’t complaining, but I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to feel him and savor him, too. My hand slid down between our bodies and I gripped his huge and pulsing hard-on. I sat up, still clutching him. “Please, let me take care of you.”

  “Fuck,” he said, when I slid on the floor between his knees. My hands trailed down his spine to his muscular backside and I tugged him forward. When my tongue swiped over the top of his head, the groan he released was long and throaty.

  I licked the length of him, and then slipped my lips over the tip. I loved the feel of him in my mouth and the noises emitted from his throat satisfied me to no end.

  All at once he pulled away and then yanked me onto the bed. Reaching for his belt on the floor, he began securing it around my wrists, making fast work of it.

  I was dripping with need again, so when he suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes for silent consent, I was already nodding.

  He tugged the belt tighter and ground out, “Turn around.”

  I spun gingerly on my knees toward the wall. “Stay perfectly still.”

  I could feel his dick biting into my ass and the only thought my lust-filled brain could muster was, if we’d finally do it, I’d be fine if he took me from behind. I knew he was just hovering over the precipice of his own needs and required permission to finally spring free.

  I felt his lips on my lower back as they travelled up my spine to my neck and I moaned loudly. And then I felt the sting of a bite on my shoulder and my back jolted upright. He was becoming more daring, fleshing out his own desires, and I was more than thrilled to help him along.

  “Hands on the headboard now,” he said, his voice hoarse and commanding. “Let me see it.”

  I scooted up on my knees and flattened my back to reach the beyond the pillows.

  Now my ass was essentially lifted in the air and I could hear his heavy breathing.

  I could also feel him deliberating, questioning himself again, and it was unnerving.

  “I liked when you bit my shoulder,” I said, wiggling my ass. “Do it again. I want you to. I’ll say stop if it’s too much or if I need a break.”

  I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell him to own me. Claim me. But my words had been enough because some kind of guttural sound emerged from his throat. Almost animalistic in nature.

  And then I felt the onslaught of his mouth and tongue and lips, leaving hard kisses and stinging bites along my shoulders and back and ass, while his fingers worked me from the front.

  “God, yes,” I said squirming and aching. I felt the buildup again low in my belly and my thighs quivered as I struggled to hold myself up.

  His arm slung around my belly and his erection felt slick with pre-come.

  “Oh God, Jessie. Fuck,” he ground out. “I’m too turned on, I can’t . . . I don’t think I can hold off.”

  I felt, rather than heard, his d
eep groan reverberate against my skin as his release trickled over my lower back. The sound of him losing control swept me away into my second orgasm.

  He arched over me, his breaths ragged as his fingers reached down to slide the evidence of his arousal up my spine and then down my ass—as if blending it into my skin. Leaving a piece of himself with me.

  Then he yanked me toward him, crashing down on the bed, and we lay there in the tangled mix of our own sweat and breaths and release for quite some time.

  Eventually he stood up and padded to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returned, he began cleaning me, dragging the cloth gently between my legs and then along my backside.

  “Fuck, Jessie,” he said in a torturous voice. “Did I hurt you?”

  He sounded like a lost little boy and hearing him struggle over his own pleasure nearly killed me.

  I turned, stared into his eyes and tugged him into my arms. He collapsed easily against me, his head sagging into my shoulder.

  “No baby, you didn’t hurt me,” I whispered into his hair. “I was so turned on, I enjoyed every minute.”

  His body shuddered and I pulled him tighter, my hand smoothing down his hair.

  We became a jumble of limbs as he reached for me, his hands grasping the back of my legs and hauling me forward. Then his fingers slid up to my hips, pressing me firmly against him until we fit together perfectly. Seamlessly.

  He breathed me in, sniffing my skin all along my neck and shoulder and ear. “I love the way you smell,” he mumbled, before promptly falling asleep.

  I lay there for several quiet moments thinking about this vulnerable, beautiful guy in my arms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Nate

  I woke with softness and heat wrapped all around me. A sliver of daylight escaped through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, and as my eyes adjusted to the glow, everything that happened between Jessie and me came rushing back in full force.

  I flinched and she felt it immediately, turning groggily in her sleep. Jesus fuck, that was the most sensual night of my life and we hadn’t even had sex. I had tied her up, used my mouth and teeth on her skin, and commanded her to stay still. I was a monster.

  My heart became liquid and then leached down to my stomach. What happened between us last night could never happen again. Even though it seemed like she knew me. Saw inside me.

  But she didn’t see all of me.

  How I almost lost complete control because I was turned on beyond my wildest dreams. I could’ve pushed too far. I could’ve hurt her.

  But you didn’t, was the mantra inside my head. And somehow Jessie knew. She trusted me enough to know what I wanted. Needed. But why?

  I sat up, resisting the urge to scramble away from her. Get my distance, clear my head. Stirring beside me, she opened her eyes. She gazed at me peacefully before her eyes transformed to confusion and melancholy.

  “Hey,” she said, cautiously.

  “Hey.” I stood up and realized I was completely naked. Her eyes roamed over my body and as she shifted, the covers fell away from her torso. Hell, I’d forgotten how nice her tits were and now, with the daylight streaming in the room and her tattoos on full display, I couldn’t help but remember how fine the rest of her body had been as well. How she smelled and tasted. Fuck, she tasted amazing. I couldn’t believe what I’d allowed my mouth and tongue to do.

  She looked down at my lengthening presence and then into my eyes. She was confident and steady and I was a big fucking pussy. I looked away and cleared my throat.

  She didn’t try to talk to me about what happened, didn’t mention anything at all. She didn’t even whine or ask me questions. She just stood up and reached for her clothes on the chair.

  My eyes on her, taking in every single square inch of her body, she brushed past me to the bathroom. “Let’s get my tire fixed so we can get on the road and out of town.”

  She knew I was checking her out and she didn’t even try to hide from me. She just let me look. Let me see what I’d be missing from this day forward. She was just that kind of girl. Strong enough to take my shit. Any shit I threw at her.

  But I wasn’t strong enough to give it her—to allow her to see me fully.

  I was petrified. She knew that as well. Fuck, how did this girl see me so clearly?

  The door shut behind her and I heard the shower turn on. For a minute, I considered going in, pushing her against those cold tiles and burying myself deep inside of her. Forcing her hands up against the wall while I took her from behind. The image alone made a violent shiver race through me.

  I went to the car for her after her shower, because she remembered she had some dry cleaning in the backseat. Then we got ready together in silence. She pulled on this soft skirt that went to her knees with the rock-and-roll T-shirt she wore last night. For the first time, I saw her as more of a pinup babe than an edgy girl.

  With the black makeup no longer obscuring her eyes and the stiff gel washed away from her hair, Jessie was easily the prettiest girl I’d ever laid eyes on.

  Thankfully the hotel also provided travel toothpaste, so I was able to brush my teeth after my shower. We gathered our belongings, checked our phones, and pretty soon, we were heading out the door.

  When we got to the car, her tire was even lower, close to being all the way flat.

  Without even arguing about who was driving, she handed me the keys and slid in the passenger side.

  “I’d kill for some coffee right now,” she said. Her voice was groggy and it reminded me of how it had sounded last night. I adjusted myself and shifted into gear.

  I drove to the garage and pulled inside. The place was packed with cars waiting to be serviced, but given our story, they agreed to squeeze us in. We had about an hour wait for them to check and plug the leak, which was the option Jessie had chosen, because she didn’t want to buy a brand-new tire.

  I opened my mouth to warn against it, but then clamped it shut. I got it. She was struggling through college and didn’t have credit readily available like I did. A lot of my friends were in similar situations.

  We hiked along the gravel road to grab breakfast at a nearby IHOP and as a truck roared down the street, I instinctually grabbed for her hand. She balked momentarily, but I ignored it. Switching sides, I positioned her away from the road, in case another semi came screaming by. It was a protective gesture and she squeezed my hand once, as if in thanks.

  Her fingers were so small and I liked the weight and feel of them. I never held a girl’s hand before, besides my high school girlfriend’s, and certainly never paid attention to how it felt. Holding Jessie’s hand made it seem like I had someone in my corner, someone to lean on, someone who got me.

  We sat in a booth by the window and ordered coffee and omelets. I liked that Jessie ate what she wanted to, even a side of bacon and hash browns, and didn’t act like she was constantly watching her weight like other girls.

  She looked so soft and feminine today, even though her outfit showcased her sleeve of tattoos. The blue in her hair was hidden beneath the cocoa strands that were lying flat. She got stares wherever we went in this small town, but she wore her confidence well and that had always been what I liked most about her. Her poise and self-reliance.

  But I saw a gentler side to her last night. A vulnerable side—when she’d begged me to taste her. And I wouldn’t be able to dislodge that memory from my head for a very long time.

  I had no doubt that we’d just go back to being who we’d been to each other before this weekend. She was already playing the role and I appreciated that. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say a big part of me was bothered by it.

  Wasn’t she suffering as well—that heaviness in my chest, nearly weighing me down, the knowledge that last night had been almost life-changing for me—wasn’t she feeling that, too? That she was the first girl I revealed that piece of myself to and even though I hadn’t planned on showing it, I was moved by our night together, transformed even.

 
As she sat there sipping her coffee, I wanted to grab her and shake her and make her see exactly what she’d done to me. How she’d sliced me open and laid me bare—exposed my inner parts that had been lying in the shadows. Then she’d know that I’d never forget what had happened between us and would probably always fantasize about my night with her.

  But I also felt relieved that she couldn’t see inside me that way. Because then she’d realize that I’d wanted to take things even further, and she’d see just how much of a deviant I could be.

  “So tell me about the place you wanted to show me yesterday,” she said, breaking me out of my weighty thoughts.

  “Huh?” I said, staring at her full pink lips, my knee now jiggling a hundred miles an hour.

  “Last night, at the bar,” she said. “You said you wish you had time to show me one more place but then my tire happened.”

  “It’s this old abandoned railroad bridge,” I said, remembering how my brother and I had discovered it one day. How I’d gone there a couple of times by myself to sit and think, feeling like I was the king of the world, elevated that high. It had solidified my love of bridges. “You want to go, before we leave town?”

  “Absolutely,” she said, a pretty smile lifting her lips.

  We finished our breakfast and walked back to the service station. Her tire was filled and plugged, her truck ready to go. I slid in the driver’s seat while Jessie went inside to pay. When I heard the passenger door open and she slunk down, she said, “You can drive us to the bridge, but only because you know the way.”

  I nodded, expecting what was coming next.

  “But I’m driving home. My truck, my field trip.”

  “Deal,” I grinned and backed out of the space. “But I’ll admit that I like driving Old Betty.”

  “Betty?” Her eyebrows bunched together. “What the hell is that?”

  “My name for her. Betty, like Betty Boop. She’s vintage, been through a lot, but she still looks and drives pretty darn good.”