Regretfully Yours

by Sunniva Dee

  “I’m Dominic,” I repeat as a small hand dances up my arm and meets the sleeve of my tee. Fingers grip around my bicep. They tighten.

  “So… Dominic?”

  “Pandora?” I stifle my amusement at her too-serious expression.

  “You’re really strong! Whataya do—you a farmer?”

  I burst out laughing.

  Her lip juts out in a sexy pout. “You like to laugh at people, don’t you, Dominic?”

  “Nah,” I say, “but we are in a college town with no farms within a couple hundred miles. What are the odds I’d be farming, babe?”

  A small smile tries to ruin her pout. She’s really fucking cute. Now, she lifts her chin in defiance. “Pff—whatever. I’m not from here, now am I?”

  “That pout might stick to your face,” I joke.

  “You sound like Gramps. You’re funny.” Pandora grabs my shirt and draws me in between her legs. Who am I to object? I support my weight on my knuckles to each side of her thighs and examine her expression. She’s attracted to me, I can tell, but I’m not sure of her plan. Idly, I wonder if she has one.

  Pandora doesn’t say anything else, just stares back, so I loop around her middle and press the heels of my hands into her ass, nudging her forward. She lets out one of those breathy giggles that tend to stir the lust in me.

  “Panda, Panda,” I admonish.

  “Gah, what a stupid nickname.” Judging by the intimate way she says it, she’s not upset. This could be how she sounds in the bedroom. I can imagine her now, under me.

  “Yeah?” I skim the length of an artery on her neck with a finger. Another breathy giggle rewards me and has me hardening.

  “Pan!” someone interrupts. “Time to head back home, all right? We’ve got tons of stuff to do this weekend, girl. Shannon? Mica! Hurry up—we’re leaving before Pandora stops using the last sliver of her brain that’s still working. Look at her!”

  I’m inhaling her scent, and she’s not paying attention to her friends. Instead she leans her head to the side, giving me better access to her throat.

  She smells amazing, and I randomly recall a documentary I watched once, something about the smell of certain people of the opposite sex being more attractive to us than others. Pandora’s scent has me considering the myriad of unspeakable things I could do to her.

  “This is Dominic, girls,” she slurs out, and I get hand waves and a “hi” from one of them. “I’m gonna go tinkle, and then I’ll be ready.”

  “I’ll come! I’ve got your purse,” Mica says, but Pandora shakes her head. “No, I wanna dance first.” Her eyebrows lower in a deep, yet short frown. “Uh, yeah, I can totally hold it. Right, Dominic, we were dancing?”

  I shrug. The track playing is slow with a lot of bass. I don’t recognize it, but it suits me. “Don’t go anywhere, chickies,” she squeals over my shoulder as I lead her out on the floor.

  Suddenly coy, she glances up at me. She collects her mane and twists it into a half coil on her back. It falls apart immediately.

  “So,” she begins. “Hey, you.”

  I don’t answer. Instead, I turn her so she faces me completely. Then I lock around her waist and pull her against my body. Someone steps backwards, shoving her into me, and I have a reason to squeeze this girl close. Just keeping her from falling, right?

  Her boobs press up against my chest, giving me a peek of her cleavage. Round softness and delicate skin. I like what I see.

  “I don’t want to talk,” she says.

  I haven’t initiated any conversation. Her words are accompanied by her hands linking beneath my shirt collar and that pretty face tilting up to me. Her eyes…

  “Sure, no talking.”

  “Just dance with me,” she instructs, and I do.

  It’s easy with this one. Pandora’s hips sway slowly back and forth to the beat. I match her moves, not worrying that she must feel me ready against her stomach.

  “Like this?” I ask, leaning my forehead against hers. She closes her eyes, smiling. Nods into me. “Yeah. Like this.”

  The room is crowded, hotter than I usually tolerate when I come straight from a workout. Still, I enjoy holding her close. Pandora’s skin is smooth, young, different from the missus at the spa. I’m not on the prowl like I used to be during my first years in college, but I’m no monk. Sometimes, I take what I’m offered.

  Pandora seizes my head clumsily and edges me down. Then, she brushes her lips to my ear and says, “I like you… Dominic.” My name is an afterthought, which doesn’t bother me.

  She’s the one initiating this. She’s the one angling my face so that our mouths meet. A warm gust of mint bursts from this freshman I should’ve left behind an hour ago as she latches on to my lips and makes the room fucking swirl.

  What the hell?

  I kiss her back, and the girl applies suction to the kiss. It’s wet, unapologetic. It’s all the way. Despite the whoomp of the music, the vibrations from her moan tickle my tongue, and I want to—

  “Pandora, ready to go?” It’s the redhead this time. She’s standing next to us as if she’s been there for a while.

  “You should go with them,” I mumble halfheartedly.

  “Sure, let’s meet up after, Shannon. He’ll get me to the ladies’ room first. Right, Dominic?” She flutters her lashes at me, and I don’t care as long as I get another taste.

  “Done deal,” I agree.

  “No, I’ll—” her friend starts, but Pandora cuts her off.

  “Seriously—don’t be my mother. Why did we move again?”

  “Geez, you’re using your trump card already. That was fast. Listen, I’m getting Mica and Destiny. Hang tight—we’ll be right back.”

  When her friend leaves, something strange happens: Pandora leans toward me like she trusts me. She buries her face into my chest as if she’s hiding.

  Over her head, I meet Christian’s stare. His eyebrows shoot up, and I know what he’s telling me: I’ll keep Looney busy until you’ve split.

  Only I’m not ready to leave her.

  “So, restroom, or are you waiting?” I ask.

  She shakes her head, a small smirk gracing her features, and her tiny nose wrinkles at the bridge. “Not waiting. Bathroom!”

  I rest a hand on her hip and guide her through the throng of people. Pandora laces her fingers around my neck and uses me for support. It would be an awkward walk if we weren’t moving so slowly anyway. The crowd hardly budges, so we kiss and walk in a sluggish embrace to the restroom.

  “I’ll wait for you,” I say against her ear, but she shakes her head.

  “You want me to leave?”

  “No, come with me.”

  “Mmm.” She’s got me on this one. “Where—inside?”

  She doesn’t reply because she’s busy pulling me with her past the girls in line, past the two sinks. Pandora’s smile grows, and I’m going with the flow, here, ready to please her.

  “See?” she says as if I should understand by now. “Gimme a boost.”

  She’s staring at the bathroom window. It’s wide, but a little higher up on the wall than in most buildings. “So. You’re making your escape?”

  “No, silly, we are,” she explains in the gravelly tone of a drunk. An insanely cute drunk.

  The other women whisper behind us, but I don’t pay enough attention to hear what they’re saying. The window latches give easily, and I push the glass up against the starlit sky.

  Thankfully, we’re on the first floor. I turn the paper basket upside down and scoot it over for her to use as a step stool.

  “I’ll go first, then I’ll catch you, babe,” I tell her. When I do what I promised, she laughs the airy laugh that makes me harden… and she better stop doing that.

  Once I’ve set her down, she breathes “Closer” against my cheek. Yeah, Pandora isn’t
just attracted to me—she wants me—which is the last straw for me.

  I shut the window and pin her to the wall. Kiss her. I press my body into hers. Pandora’s crème de menthe breath is delicious. Hell, I’m pretty sure she’s delicious.

  “So—we used this exit because?” I murmur against her mouth.

  “Obvious, isn’t it? My BFFs are like guard dogs. They think I need to be saved from myself.”

  “You do,” I explain, showing her why with my hands on her skin. “You don’t know me, and now you’re in a pitch-black side alley with no one but me. I could do whatever I want with you.”

  “Please.”

  What is wrong with her?

  “Shut up, Panda.”

  “Take me home with you.” She has a hard time saying the words, she’s so drunk.

  “No, I’ll get you back to your apartment.”

  “Aw?” she gasps, her eyes rounding. “You’re dropping me off with the moms? Meanie!”

  “We’ll talk tomorrow. It’s the right thing to do—” I begin, making her even less happy with me.

  “‘The right thing to do,’” Pandora mocks. Her voice is a bad imitation of mine before she changes back to her own pitch. She’s all business now.

  “Quit being a wuss. Take me to your place… Dominic.”

  I check her expression to gauge if she really is serious. Her eyes glitter with a mixture of determination and heat.

  Again. Who am I to deny a request from a lady? I aim to please.

  3. FIRST MISTAKE

  DOMINIC

  I want her bad. My brain has stopped reasoning with my body, and my dick’s taken over the show. She’s fucking delicious—I need her. Not that I can’t stop. I can always stop, but I won’t jinx myself by thinking she’ll change her mind.

  Thank God I live alone. I barely have time to open the door to my apartment. She moans so sweetly against my mouth as I push her inside and lock behind us.

  I start with her shirt in the hallway. “Arms up,” I whisper, and she complies. A pink bra with something lacey on it appears, and I groan to myself. I see her nipples through the sheer fabric.

  “You want this? You sure?” I ask again, just like I did on our way here. Just like I did in the elevator. I love how her white breasts ripple like Jell-O with every gasp she lets out.

  “I do,” she says. “Yes—yes.”

  I suck a plump lip into my mouth, our breaths getting heavier. The “riiip” from her zipper pierces the silence, reminding us that this is serious. Two hours ago, neither of us knew the other existed. I don’t give a shit, but girls do. I shouldn’t be doing this.

  Dominic. She’s fucking hammered. What if she accuses you of rape?

  “You want your pants off, baby?” I still ask, praying she doesn’t say no. I’d have to return to the gym.

  Pandora doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah—pants off.”

  I press the length of her body against mine, grinding my erection against her bare belly. Her skin is so soft. I take my hands and stuff them down the back of her pants, inside her underwear, and don’t stop until I cup both of her ass cheeks and squeeze.

  “Fuck, Panda,” I hiss. I knead them, pulling them slightly apart, and nudge down the fabric covering them. Soon, her pants are around her thighs with her underwear, and she’s panting erratically.

  I step back to look at her. Pandora’s face is flushed with arousal, and I allow my eyes to burn into her when I peruse her breasts inside that half-decent bra. I reach out and flip the cups down, leaving her boobs to quiver on top.

  Ah, she’s so fucking…

  “I’ll take you home,” I hear my own voice going through the mechanics of politeness I don’t own. My fingers run over her hipbones, into the hollows beside her pelvic bone, while my eyes devour that tiny dark triangle adorning the plum-colored flesh I crave.

  “No,” she whispers so quietly. “You want it too, I can tell.”

  I swallow hard.

  “I… ah, I’ll just touch you,” I promise, but as I say the words, I bend my knees and pull her up against me. I still have my jeans on, but it’s good—so good—to know she’s bare against me.

  Pandora has already kicked her pumps off, and now I step on her pants so she can free a leg. It’s all I need. I seek out her mouth again, swiping past her lips and finding her tongue. Those little sounds of pleasure she makes drive me insane.

  I hike one of her knees up and press her against me. She’s open to me now. My hands slide back over her butt, into her crevice, moving down, down, until I find the moist heat I’m dying for. She’s velvety soft there, with fine hairs framing heaven. Pure heaven, I know it is already, and I want it like crazy.

  “Is this okay? Do you mind if I feel you?” I ask. Her heart is racing against my chest.

  “Oh, please,” she sighs, and I cover her mouth again, absorbing her breath with my own uneven one.

  Her opening is right under the pad of my index finger. “Here?” I ask, teasing her—perhaps myself. I can’t wait for this. I need to know if she’s as hot, as moist as I hope.

  I apply a little bit of pressure. Pandora spreads wider for me, grinds against me, wanting it as badly as I do. She’s making me smile. I circle her with my fingertip. She shudders.

  “Are you going to come this easily for me?” I ask.

  “Dominic.” She sounds like she’s about to sob.

  “Yeah, babe? What’s up?” I probe at her core, my finger more insistent this time.

  When the pressure increases in just the right spot, she leans back into my arms and stares up at me, gaze hazy with lust. She holds her breath, waiting.

  “Last call. Yes?” I whisper, unable to voice the “no” option anymore. She nods slowly.

  “Okay…” I slip two fingers inside of her, and she’s warm, so slick.

  “Ah,” is all she says, and I would bury myself to the hilt right here, right now. Forget condoms, rules, is what my dick tells me. Instead I push my fingers inside her slowly, and she arches into my hand. I am so fucking turned on.

  I withdraw and swivel her toward the mirror. I stand behind her, my rock-hard extension wedged in between her butt cheeks. We have the same expression on our faces. Our lips are parted, and our eyelids droop. We both watch my hands trace over her puckered nipples, down her belly. We stare as I pull her lips apart and reveal glistening pink. Then, her sex disappears from view as my hand slides down and cups it.

  Pandora cries out when I let myself into her again, my two fingers sliding back in from the front, and she quivers around them. I suck on her neck as she comes into my palm. I slow down, prolonging her pleasure. Making sure to apply pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand.

  “Yes, baby,” I soothe her. “Go on—keep coming for me.”

  I keep her steady on her feet as we walk to my bedroom. She wasn’t too drunk to orgasm, so I don’t feel bad anymore.

  “You have one-night stands often?” I ask as I lower her onto the bed. I roll her jeans off the other leg too and throw them on the floor with my own. I undo her bra, kiss her mouth. Nibble on a breast while I wait for her answer. She squirms under me and wants to pull me in over her.

  “Maybe I do,” she says, and I know she’s lying. This might be her first one. I hope to God she’s had sex before. If she hasn’t, I’m an asshole. There’s no going back now, though. No more chitchat; I need to slam into her.

  “Mind if I slide in?” I ask casually, and she giggles.

  “Please. You wearin’ protection, right?”

  “Of course.” I glide my dick against her slit. Back and forth, back and forth. It moves so smoothly in the natural lubrication from her climax that suddenly I’m inside her. We groan together, Pandora’s eyes widening under me.

  “So. Tight,” I husk out. There’s no cry of pain from her, and I’m thankful that I didn’t jus
t pop her cherry. Then, I start a slow rhythm, rocking in and out of her carefully. She draws me down, her fingers digging into my ass as she moves under me. Her thighs are parted wide for me, and I go in as deep as I can. She knows what she wants, this girl, and soon—soon—she’s climbing around me and her body’s tensing again.

  “Ah, babe—you’re awesome.” I swear I sound like I’m about to fucking cry. I pick up speed, moving faster with her, and she arches, clawing me closer.

  I look down at her through the haze of my desire. Pandora’s mouth is a deep, swollen red. “Your lips… ah, fuck!”

  A small, high-pitched squeal presses out through those lips. I realize that she’s coming again, and I can’t take it another second.

  I lose control.

  I’m in so deep. I roll into her, and when I start to shudder, I clutch her close as if this isn’t merely a one-nighter.

  For some reason, I’m still awake. It’s been an hour since Pandora stopped chattering and fell asleep. She’s got a light snore going, and I wonder if it’s because she’s still drunk. Maybe she’s a snorer? The thought makes me smile.

  Her body is beautiful. I see a lot of skin at the Elysium Spa, all shapes and sizes of people. Generally, I don’t take notice. But here in my bed, it’s different. Oh yes, tonight I notice, and I’m enjoying the view.

  I’ve just had sex with this woman, so I’m entitled to touch her. I won’t have that privilege tomorrow or the day after. I trace her collarbone down to a breast. It spills out on her lowered side, and I fill my palm with it. Now that she’s not aroused anymore, her aureole seems lighter, a puffy pink.

  While I watch her, my mind strays to how busy I am. I’m in the last year of my degree. I exercise to keep my sanity, but that’s all I do besides school and work. My life has no room for anything—anyone—else.

  In ten months, I’ll be heading back west where I’m partnering in my uncle’s healthy little PT practice. Can’t wait to get out of this town.