Fool Me Once

by Ash, Nikki

  “Order us some food,” he says. “I’m just going to make sure Mitch and Holly are back.” He gives the tip of my nose a kiss then heads over to their room.

  After I order us some chocolate cake and brownies with vanilla ice cream—because every girl craves sweets after her body has been rocked to the core—I go inside the bathroom and turn the shower on so I can rinse off. Between the salt water and chlorine, my skin feels like sandpaper.

  I leave the door open, hoping Keegan will take it as an invitation to join, then strip out of my bathing suit and slip into the shower. I’m no longer drunk, back to tipsy, but I’m still horny as hell. I’ve always been a horny drunk, though. Sierra, she’s a mean drunk. A couple drinks in her and she’ll be starting fights with everyone in sight.

  “Hey, Jailbird, the food is here,” Keegan yells. I roll my eyes at his nickname for me.

  When I don’t answer, he appears in the doorway. “J.B., you hear me?”

  Oh, so now we’re shortening it? Fabulous.

  “My name is Blakely,” I call out, and Keegan laughs. Then I add, “Come join me.” When he doesn’t respond, I peek out of the shower curtain to find him standing in place. “I’m not drunk.” I shoot him a wink. “Not much anyway.”

  He inhales deeply then lets out a harsh exhale, obviously warring with himself.

  “C’mon, you said you need to rinse off. If you’re worried about me attacking you again, just leave your shorts on.”

  “Oh, like that would stop you.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m pretty damn sure my shorts were on in the pool.”

  “Okay then, suit yourself.” I shrug nonchalantly. “It’s not like I need you to get myself off. The shower head will work just fine.” I slam the curtain closed. “I was just hoping to get you off!” I yell through a giggle.

  A few seconds later, the curtain is flying open, and a naked Keegan is entering the shower. “I’m not joining you in the hope of getting off,” he states matter-of-factly.

  “Oh, yeah?” I smirk playfully. “Then why are you joining me?”

  Pulling me by the curves of my hips, he brings me so close, our bodies are flush. My breasts are pressed against his solid chest, and his hard dick is nestled between my thighs. “I’m joining you because I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t either contribute to, or at least get to watch you get off.” He pushes my wet hair off my neck, and leaning down, sucks on my pulse point. “You using my dick to get off in the pool was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “You thought that was hot?” I back up slightly and take his dick in my hand. “Wait until you see me get you off.”

  Blakely

  “What day do you leave?” Keegan asks. Based on the sunlight shining in through the window, I know it’s morning, but I’m not sure how early or late it is. We’re both lying in his bed, still naked—the way we fell asleep last night after we successfully got each other off several more times before we both passed out. More than once, we came close to having sex, but he stopped it from happening, saying he wanted to make sure if we did have sex, neither of us was intoxicated. I give him a lot of credit, because if it were up to me, we would’ve been fucking like jackrabbits all night.

  “Saturday morning. Check-out is at noon.”

  His fingers run through my hair, and he pushes a wayward strand behind my ear. “I leave Friday morning.” He frowns. “That means we only have today left.”

  “Then we better make the most of it,” I tell him with a smile, refusing to let the idea of our time coming to an end ruin the time we have left together. As much as I’m enjoying his company, I have no intention of seeing him again after this trip. In less than two months I’ll be graduating and moving to South Carolina. I’m not about to start something I know I can’t finish.

  Pulling the covers off our bodies, I run into the bathroom so I can get ready for the day. After going pee, I put my now dry bathing suit back on, then steal Keegan’s toothbrush. I don’t have any toiletries here, and there’s no way I’m not brushing my teeth. Not when I plan to have Keegan’s mouth on mine as much as possible over the next twenty-four hours. He laughs when he follows me in a few minutes later and catches me rinsing it off.

  Hopping onto the counter, I watch as he goes about getting ready, pulling his board shorts on and brushing his teeth. He lifts his arms up to put deodorant on, and the corded muscles of his biceps flex. When he catches me watching him, he smirks but doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he moves in front of me and, spreading my thighs, stands between my legs. His hands land on the tops of my thighs, and he runs his palms along my flesh, eliciting goose bumps along my skin.

  My fingers entwine in his hair, and I pull his face to me, our mouths fusing. His tongue finds mine, and we explore each other’s mouths. I’ve kissed him so many times in the last twenty-four hours, but I can’t seem to get enough. Soft. Hard. Rough. Demanding. Every kiss with Keegan is different. An experience.

  One of his hands comes up and pulls my bikini top to the side, exposing my breast. With his thumb and forefinger, he tweaks my nipple, and my pussy clenches in response. His other hand delves into my bottoms, pushing the thin material aside and thrusting his thick fingers inside of me. Not a single word is spoken as Keegan expertly brings me closer and closer to my orgasm.

  Just before I allow myself to fall off the edge, I reach down and grip his dick, silently telling him what I want. Keegan breaks our kiss, and reaching over to where he left his wallet on the counter, grabs a condom, bites the edge, and rips it open. In a quick, deft motion, he rolls the condom onto his long, hard length. I think he’s going to fuck me right here, on the counter, so I’m shocked when he lifts and carries me back into the room, throwing me onto the center of the bed. After pulling my bikini bottoms down my legs and tossing them to the side, he pushes my legs apart and then crawls up my body, his hands and arms caging me in on either side of my head. His mouth dips down and covers mine at the same time he enters me. The kissing and fucking starts off slow and tender as we learn each other’s bodies. But with each thrust, we become more ravenous. Our bodies connecting on a level I’ve never felt before.

  Keegan’s mouth leaves mine and lands on my breast, his tongue licking and sucking, his teeth biting my nipple until it becomes deliciously sensitive. Then he moves to the other one, giving it the same attention. My body becomes enflamed by his touch, and my hips rise to meet his, thrust for thrust, needing him deeper, harder. He understands my wordless demand and picks up his speed, pounding into me with abandon until we both come completely undone.

  Keegan stills, and I can feel his throbbing dick inside me, the warmth of his release through the latex. His head drops, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, raining kisses along my damp skin.

  “That was…” I trail off, unable to even begin to describe what that was: amazing, incredible, remarkable… None of those adjectives properly convey what I just experienced with Keegan.

  “Mind-blowing,” Keegan says, finishing my sentence. “That was fucking mind-blowing, and I have half a mind to tie you to this bed and never let you go, so we can do it over and over again in every goddamn position.”

  I know he’s only joking, but the thought of Keegan never letting me go makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt wanted or needed. Even if what he’s feeling is strictly sexual, my body and mind and heart don’t seem to know the difference. Which means it’s time to get up and put some distance between us. The last thing I need is to fall for a guy I can’t possibly ever have a future with. My future is five hundred miles away in South Carolina.

  Placing my palms against his chest, I push him back slightly. When he backs up, he slides out of me, taking his warmth with him. My body craves it, and I almost pull him back to me, but instead I stay strong and push the craving away. I can’t afford to be sidetracked.

  “Hey,” he says, picking up on my sudden mood shift. “It…” He clears his throat. “It was good for you
too, wasn’t it?” His brows furrow, and he stares into my eyes, waiting for my answer.

  “Yes, it was really good.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  I barely know this man, but I can hear the vulnerability in his every word, and the last thing I want to do is make him feel like he did something wrong, when the fact is, how I’m feeling is because he did everything right. But I also can’t tell him that, because if I do, I’m putting him in the awkward position of making him think I want more, which even if I did, can’t happen. We’re both at a crossroads in our lives. Keegan said he has an important decision to make, and I need to graduate and head off to college. We’re not at a place in our lives to even consider something more than what we’re doing right here, right now.

  “Nothing is wrong, I promise,” I tell him, keeping it vague. Sitting up, I swing my feet over the side of the bed. “What’s on the agenda for today?” I ask, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

  Keegan studies me for a brief moment, then says, “I was thinking we could do some snorkeling, then get some lunch down by the pier. Maybe hang out by the pool. There’s a pretty sweet lazy river that circles around the back of the hotel.” He shrugs. “What do you think?”

  I situate my top so my breasts are no longer exposed, then grab my bottoms from the floor and put them back on. “I think that sounds absolutely perfect.”

  Blakely

  Keegan and I have spent the entire day together, following his itinerary to a T. After renting snorkeling gear, we met Mitch and Holly, and spent the morning experiencing the ocean from under the water. Once we all agreed we needed a break from the sun, we went to lunch down at the pier. And after Keegan and Mitch paid the bill, Mitch and Holly insisted they were exhausted and needed to take a nap. By the look in Holly’s eyes, I think it’s safe to assume the last thing they’ll be doing in their bed is sleeping.

  While I wouldn’t mind taking a nap with Keegan, I don’t want to waste a single moment I have with him. I can’t remember the last time I had as much fun as I’ve had these past few days. Everything we do feels like an adventure, an experience, and I’m afraid once the metaphorical clock strikes midnight—and Keegan and I go our separate ways—my fun will cease. Actually, I know it will. Because I’ll make sure it does. I’ll focus on school and working at the bookstore, and come May, I’ll graduate and go to college and do the same thing I’ve been doing—focus on my future.

  “C’mere!” Keegan grants me a flirty smirk, both of his dimples popping out in the corners of his cheeks. He’s lying across the neon yellow inner tube, his tanned, chiseled body on display for everyone to see. We’ve spent the afternoon and well into the evening between the pool, hot tub, and lazy river, only leaving once for dinner.

  When I shake my head at his request, he laughs good-naturedly and reaches for my tube. Raising my hands above me, I drop down the center of the inner tube and swim out from under it in an attempt to get away from him. The last time I fell for that shit, he flipped my inner tube over and knocked me into the water. Sure, I’m still in the water this way, but at least it’s not his doing.

  A hand grabs my ankle, and I let out a shriek even though I know it’s Keegan. Yanking me back, his hands splay across my stomach as he pulls me into a standing position so his front is flush with my back. Then he moves us until we’re back under the grotto, the same spot where we wet humped each other the other night—when I got myself off using his dick. It’s late now, probably close to ten o’clock, and everyone around us is either drunk or well on their way to being drunk.

  Keeping my back to him, Keegan nudges my hair to the side and brings his mouth down to the skin that covers my pulse point, licking and suckling on my sensitive flesh. Even in the warmth of the pool, I shiver, and Keegan chuckles.

  “I love the way your body responds to mine,” he whispers into my ear. His hands move at the same time, one ascending to my breast, and the other descending to the apex of my thighs. His lips go back to trailing kisses all over my shoulder and neck and collarbone. His fingers pinch my hardened nipple through my bikini top, and his other hand enters my bottoms. He wastes no time pushing his thick fingers into me, his thumb gliding across my swollen clit. Even over the blaring music, I can hear myself panting as Keegan skillfully brings me to an orgasm, continuing his delicious onslaught until I’ve completely come down from my high.

  Turning around, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. My legs wrap around his torso, and my center rubs against his hard dick that’s clearly standing at attention. His tongue enters my mouth, and every swipe is frenzied, frantic.

  “Take me up to your room,” I murmur against his lips. He doesn’t have to be told twice. Refusing to put me down, Keegan carries me through the lobby, into the elevator, and through his hotel room. Mitch and Holly are in the main area when we crash through the door. They both laugh, but Keegan pays them no mind. He’s on a mission and won’t be deterred.

  The second he lays my wet body on his bed, he pushes his shorts down and flings them into the corner, exposing his perfect dick. It’s smooth and thick. The head is slightly pink and looks swollen. There’s a single vein that runs from root to tip, and he’s neatly trimmed everywhere. He grabs a condom and rips it open. I watch with reverence and awe as he rolls it on, remembering when I had my mouth wrapped around it. It tastes as good as it looks.

  Once he’s completely sheathed, he pulls my bikini bottoms down and spreads my legs. When he enters me, his hands land on either side of my head, his mouth next to my ear. “This is without a doubt my favorite spot in the entire world,” he whispers. “I could stay right here, inside of you for the rest of my life.”

  I refuse to read too much into his words. It’s his dick talking, not his heart. We’ve only known each other for a few days, and tomorrow he’s going home. The next day I’ll be gone as well. And this week will be nothing more than a distant memory.

  “Come for me, Jailbird,” he murmurs. “Come all over my dick, baby.”

  Closing my eyes, I push away everything except Keegan and me. I can think about everything else later. Right now, it’s just the two of us, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. And with that thought, I release a cleansing breath and allow myself to let go.

  “Where have you been all week?” my sister asks, zipping up her luggage. She almost sounds like she actually cares.

  “Just enjoying the sights,” I say, not completely lying. This morning, after Keegan and I had the most amazing morning sex, followed by breakfast in bed, we said our goodbyes. We didn’t exchange numbers or make any ridiculous promises to keep in touch. He kissed me goodbye and thanked me for making his trip memorable. A part of me wishes he would’ve at least asked for my number, but a bigger part of me is glad he didn’t. I would’ve told him no, and it would’ve ended our week on a bad note. Instead, it ended perfectly.

  “Why are you packing?” I ask, realizing she’s not just zipping her luggage, but actually packing up as if she’s leaving when we don’t leave until tomorrow.

  “Imani and I got into a fight. She’s staying and I’m leaving.”

  “Why?”

  Sierra glances warily at me for a long moment, as if she’s warring with herself, trying to decide if she should let me in or push me away.

  “You can talk to me,” I prompt.

  She drops onto the bed and sighs. “I slept with Grant.”

  “Her ex-boyfriend?”

  Sierra glares. “I don’t need your judgement.”

  “I’m not judging, S.” I raise my hands, silently waving the white flag. “But she’s your best friend. Why would you do that?” I make sure my tone comes across as concerned, which I am. Doesn’t she see that she’s pushing someone else away? Sierra isn’t the kind of person to just go around sleeping with random guys, and I doubt she likes Grant. She did it to push Imani away. This is what she does—keep the people who have a possibility of getting close to her at arm’s length.


  “I was drunk,” she says, averting her eyes.

  “Sierra.” I sit next to her luggage. “You know I love you, right?”

  “Can we not do this right now? I just want to go home.”

  Speaking of which… “How are you getting home?”

  “Brenton agreed to leave early,” she says.

  “Oh.” I guess that means I’m leaving early too. “Okay. When are we leaving?”

  “As soon as you’re ready.” She grabs the handle of her suitcase and lifts it off the bed and drops it onto the ground. “We’ll meet you at the car.”

  After packing my stuff, I roll my suitcase out the door. I take the elevator down to the main floor and head out to the front. I’m just through the doors when I hear my name being called. I look around, trying to find the voice, when I see Keegan running toward me.

  “You’re leaving?” he asks, eyeing the luggage in my hand.

  “Umm… yeah?” I’m shocked to see him. We already said goodbye. He already left. Why is he here?

  “I want your number,” he blurts out, and my body stiffens.

  “No,” I say back, not even thinking about it for a second. Why would he do this? We ended things on a good note.

  “Please.” He steps closer to me, and I back up a step. He can’t do this. That’s not how this was supposed to end. “I left and got halfway home and made Mitch turn back around. I know you said you’re moving, but I can’t walk away without knowing I can talk to you again. I can’t let this be the end.”

  Not wanting our time together to end on a bad note, I say the first thing I can think of. “Fine, then give me yours, and I’ll text you my number.”

  Keegan laughs. “Yeah, right, Jailbird. I’m not falling for that.” He takes another step toward me, but this time I don’t back up. His hands land on my hips, and he bends his head down, kissing me softly on the lips. “You won’t text me. You’ll chicken out. I know you.” He grins. “Give me your number, and I’ll text you, and if you really don’t want to talk to me, you can block me.”