Fool Me Once

by Ash, Nikki

  I’m closing one drawer and about to open another when Keegan’s arms circle around my body. Before I can protest, which let’s be honest, I wasn’t going to do anyway, he tugs at the knot of my towel and it drops to the ground. I turn around and feign shock, and the corner of his lip curls in amusement. When his gaze drops to my breasts, his smirk disappears and his eyes become hooded with lust.

  He lifts and carries me over to the bed, playfully throwing me onto the edge. Wanting to tease him, I turn onto my hands and knees and crawl toward the head of the bed, sticking my ass up in the air. When I sneak a peek over my shoulder, his mouth falls open and his towel drops to the floor. I falter slightly when I catch a glimpse of his thick cock standing at attention.

  “Stop right there,” he commands, and I halt in my place. “Holy fuck,” he murmurs.

  I watch as he climbs onto the bed behind me. On his knees, he leans forward and runs a hand down the center of my back.

  “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?”

  I don’t think he’s looking for an answer, so I don’t reply. But my heart beats against my rib cage. I’ve never been called perfect before, but Keegan always says it to me. When Sierra and I were growing up, we could never do anything right in our father’s eyes, so eventually we embraced it and made it a point to only do wrong. Looking back now, I know it wasn’t the way to handle things. Whether we were good or bad, we wouldn’t have gotten his attention. All we ended up doing was stressing out our mother, who had to deal with our father.

  Keegan leans forward again, but this time he reaches under me to fondle my breasts. He massages them at the same time, then pinches both nipples. A jolt of pleasure runs straight down my spine and hits my core. My body shivers visibly, and Keegan groans.

  “Are you wet, Jailbird?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he glides one of his hands down my side and over and under my hip. He gently taps the inside of my thigh, telling me to spread my legs, and when I do, his fingers enter me just enough for him to check if I am. Spoiler: I’m soaking wet.

  “God damn.” He groans, pushing his fingers inside me farther. Unable to be in two places at once, he lets go of my breast. “Play with your tits, baby,” he says, as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, working me into a frenzy.

  With my elbows on the bed, I pluck at and pinch my nipples like he told me to do. Between his fingers and mine, my body is vibrating with pleasure, but I’m greedy and need more. “Keegan, I want you inside me,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound at the moment.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, pulling his fingers out of me. I glance back at him, wanting to see him enter me from behind. He strokes his shaft a few times and then edges closer. I can no longer see his dick, but I feel him part my butt cheeks and his dick glide over my ass. The tip grazes my tight ringed hole, and I clench my thighs and ass.

  A moan escapes my lips at the thought of Keegan touching the forbidden territory, and he stills. “Have you ever…” He lets his question linger, knowing I know exactly what he’s asking.

  “No, but I read once in a magazine it can feel good.”

  “What the fuck kind of magazines are you reading?” He chokes out a laugh.

  “Cosmo. It always has articles about sex in it.”

  “I’ve never done it either,” he admits. I smile to myself that Keegan and I are comfortable with each other enough to discuss sex like this. Our connection and chemistry is like nothing I’ve ever felt. It was like this four years ago, and it’s even better now.

  “Maybe we can try it,” I suggest. “I read that you’re supposed to start small first and use lube so it doesn’t hurt. So you probably shouldn’t use your dick at first. That’s the opposite of small.” I waggle my eyebrows and he chuckles.

  “You’re good for my ego.”

  “You could start with your finger and then work your way up.” Blush creeps up my neck and cheeks. “I mean, if you want to.” Maybe it’s not his thing since he’s never done it before.

  “Oh, I definitely want to,” he says. “Right now?”

  I laugh at how eager he sounds. “I don’t have lube, but I have coconut oil in my bathroom.” I read in the article you can use coconut oil, petroleum jelly, or olive oil. Now I’m glad my preferred oil is coconut. No way do I want olive oil up in my ass.

  I come up on my hands, so I can go grab it, but Keegan stops me. “No, you stay right there, just like that. I’ll grab it.” He’s gone for a good minute before he returns. “This?” he confirms.

  “Yeah.”

  He climbs back onto the bed and spreads my cheeks again. I hear the top of the oil pop open and then warm liquid drips down the crack of my ass. “If it hurts, you have to tell me.”

  “Okay.”

  He massages the oil around the rim of my hole and then enters me slowly. At first it feels weird—foreign. But the deeper he goes, the better it feels. I can’t imagine orgasming from this alone, but it doesn’t hurt.

  “Spread your legs,” Keegan says. I obey, and then he enters me slowly from behind.

  “You okay?” he asks, not yet moving.

  With his dick deep inside me, and his finger pushing into my ass, I feel full. I can’t imagine anything bigger entering me. “Yes, fuck me, please.”

  Keegan begins to move in and out of me with deep, long strokes, creating a steady rhythm between his finger and dick. With every thrust into me, I can feel his finger hitting deep within me. The two together are a heady combination that has me climaxing in minutes. My head drops onto my pillow and I moan out my release, muffling it so nobody in the house hears me.

  As soon as Keegan feels me tighten around him, his thrusts become harder, more erratic. In the quiet room, all I can hear is our skin slapping against each other. He’s so deep, his balls are hitting my clit, rubbing friction in a different yet delicious sort of way. For the second time, I find my release, only this time, Keegan follows right behind.

  When we both come down from our orgasms, he pulls his finger and dick out at the same time, and I feel empty. Well, aside from his cum dripping out of me. Thank God for the shot. The last thing we need is another oops baby.

  We both clean up then get dressed—me in my pajamas, and Keegan in his boxers that I found in my drawer. Then we get back into bed and Keegan pulls me into his arms.

  “I missed this so much,” he says softly, giving my temple a kiss. I want to ask him, if he misses it so much then why did he say no to us moving in together, but I don’t. I’m not going to be that girl. The one who sounds desperate and needy. If he wanted to move in with me, he would. I just have to accept that I’m a few steps ahead of him and hope that eventually he’ll catch up.

  “I missed this too,” I agree before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

  Blakely

  “Oh, Blakely!” Larissa pulls me into a warm, motherly embrace. “I’m so excited to spend some time with my grandson. Thank you for thinking of me.” Her eyes twinkle with excitement, and my heart swells at the thought of my son and me having an entire family of people who love us. Keegan and I only found our way back to each other six short weeks ago, yet it feels like we’ve been together for years. His family treats Zane, Sierra, and me like we’re one of them. His mom even turned Keegan’s childhood room into a room for Zane for when he spends the night or needs to take a nap. When she showed him the SpongeBob bedding she purchased, I thought he was going to beg to move into the room. I had to promise to buy him similar bedding to get him to come home.

  It’s Valentine’s Day, and when Keegan asked if he could take me out, I told him I didn’t have a sitter. He asked how I’d feel about his parents—more specifically his mom—watching Zane tonight, since Kolton surprised Sierra and took her out of town for the weekend. Of course, I said yes. Larissa and Paul have been so sweet and welcoming since they found out about Zane and me. Just last week when Zane wasn’t feeling well—and this time it wasn’t allergies—Larissa offered to watch him at
my place and refused to take no for an answer. After taking two crazy hard tests, I came home to find all our laundry done and dinner baking in the oven. I might’ve shed a couple tears and begged her to move in with me.

  She laughed, of course, thinking I was joking—and I was… kind of. But then she told me she’s always here for me, anytime. It’s why she loves being retired. She gets to be there for her family.

  “Grammy!” Zane runs through the door with his backpack on and Bear tucked under his arm. He plows into Larissa’s legs and she falls to the floor. For a second I think she really fell, but then she lifts Zane while on her back, and her laughter echoes throughout the house.

  “Are we going to have fun tonight?” she asks him.

  “Yes! I brought Hi Ho Cherry-o and Elefun!” he exclaims excitedly, pulling the backpack off his shoulders, unzipping it, and yanking the board games out. “Wanna play now?”

  “Sure,” she tells him. “How about you say bye to your mom and dad and then we’ll set them up?”

  “Bye, Mommy. Bye, Daddy.” Zane waves then runs over to the coffee table.

  “Wow.” Keegan laughs. “My mom doesn’t acknowledge I’m here. No hug. Nothing. And my son barely says goodbye. I’m starting to feel a little left out.” He pouts, and I laugh at how adorably sexy he is.

  “I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Larissa says, walking over and pinching his cheeks. She pulls him into a hug. “How about I come by your place and make you dinner? I can clean up and do your laundry. I can’t even imagine what a mess the place is.”

  I snort out a laugh, then cover my mouth because I think she’s actually serious.

  Keegan grins at me over her shoulder with laughter in his eyes. “That would be awesome, Mom.”

  This time I can’t stop my laughter from bubbling out. Keegan glares, but the laughter in his eyes only shines brighter.

  “Grammy!” Zane yells, and Larissa pulls away.

  “Duty calls. Have a good time you two.” She kisses Keegan’s cheek then mine.

  “Ready?” Keegan asks, grabbing my hand.

  “You’re such a mama’s boy,” I joke.

  “Damn right,” he agrees proudly.

  “So what’s on the agenda for the evening, Mr. Valentine?” I waggle my eyebrows. “No blindfold, I see. I’m kind of disappointed.” I pout playfully, and Keegan pulls me into his side. The seat belt prevents me from sitting right up against him, but I’m close enough that he can throw his arm over my shoulder and kiss my temple.

  A few minutes later, we arrive back at my apartment complex. I don’t say anything, but I’m kind of disappointed he doesn’t have anything planned. It’s not that I was expecting some crazy grand gesture, but it is our first Valentine’s Day together, so I guess I was hoping he would put a little more thought into it to make it memorable. Then again, I didn’t plan anything either, so…

  Keegan unlocks the door with the key I gave him a few weeks ago and swings the door open. And I stop in my place in shock at the sight in front of me. Candles—clearly battery operated—are all over the shelves and counters. Pink and red and white rose petals are spread across the floor leading down the hallway. There is a large bouquet of roses on the table and a bag of takeout next to it from my favorite Japanese restaurant.

  “How did you do all this?” I ask in awe.

  “Your sister helped me before she left.” He grins. “I considered taking you out to dinner, but you’ve been so tired lately, working yourself to death between studying and being a mom. I thought it would be nice to have a relaxing evening at home.” He gestures to the pillows surrounding the coffee table. “So I thought I would bring dinner to you.” The pillows look just like the ones at the Japanese restaurant where you have to take your shoes off before sitting down on the floor.

  As if he can read my mind, Keegan says, “Shoes off,” as he grabs the bag of food and sets it on the coffee table. I laugh, kicking my flip-flops off and sitting down on the comfy pillows. Keegan sits next to me and pulls several boxes out. After handing me a pair of chopsticks, he stands back up and goes into the kitchen. A minute later he returns with a bottle of Sake and two small glasses.

  “This all looks delicious.” I give him a quick kiss on his cheek and then dig in. I assumed, since we’re sitting out here where the TV is, he would put it on, but he doesn’t.

  “I was thinking for spring break we could take Zane to Disney,” he says, taking a bite of his sushi roll.

  “That would be fun. We haven’t been. I was afraid he was too young before.”

  “We can spend the night and go to all the parks.” He leans over and feeds me a bite of his noodles. I moan over how delicious they are.

  “That would be a little expensive,” I admit. “By the middle of the semester, my financial aid money has usually run out and I’m counting down the weeks until the next semester. Only this one is my last, and unfortunately they don’t offer financial help to get your master’s, which means I’ll be taking out loans.”

  Keegan stares at me for a moment. “Your college isn’t paid for?”

  “Yeah, my tuition and part of housing is, but not Zane’s daycare, my books, and food. Plus, Zane’s clothes and such. Sierra already pays the difference in the rent the school doesn’t cover, along with the household bills. I use my financial aid to pay for Zane and me, and when I can, I try to help with the bills—when Sierra lets me.” I shrug. “Next semester we’re going to lose all the school’s help.” I take a bite of my sushi.

  “We’ll get it all figured out,” Keegan says with a small smile. “I don’t want to talk about money on Valentine’s Day, but the trip is happening. We’ll figure everything out soon.”

  I’m not sure what he means by figuring everything out soon, but I agree about not wanting to talk money tonight.

  “What’s your favorite color?”

  Keegan gives me a confused look. “Is that a thing?”

  “Yes!” I laugh. “Mine are black and pink.”

  “Quite the opposites,” he says. “How did you determine what your favorite colors are?”

  “I don’t know. Pink is pretty and black complements it.”

  “Hmm… not sure I get that logic, but okay. My favorite color is…” He looks at me for a moment. “Brown.”

  “Eww! Brown is the color of dirt and poop.”

  “It’s also the color of your eyes.”

  “Stop!” I smack his arm playfully. “You’re going to make me blush.”

  “You asked.” He takes another bite of his food.

  “What’s your favorite song?” I ask next.

  Keegan’s brows furrow together. “What’s with you and favorites? You expect me to pick one song out of thousands? And who’s to say a new song won’t pop up and become the one I like the most next week?”

  I snort out a laugh. “You’re making it hard to get to know you.” I glare at him.

  “Fine…” He groans. “This week my favorite song is ‘Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob Square Pants.’” His head tilts from side to side as he sings the lyrics, and I bark out a laugh at his silliness.

  “You know,” he says thoughtfully, “where we should really take Zane to is Universal Studios.” His eyes go wide. “Can you imagine what he would do if he came face-to-face with a life-size SpongeBob?”

  “Oh my God! Yes!” I agree. “It would be the highlight of his life.”

  After we finish eating, Keegan and I clean up the area and wash the couple of dishes we used. When we’re done, I mention I’m going to go change so we can watch a movie or something and Keegan says that sounds good.

  “Do you want to change?” I ask him as we walk down the hall to my room. More and more of his clothes have accumulated over the last few weeks.

  “Sure.”

  When I open the door, I’m faced with yet another shock. The roses that were leading down the hallway continued into my bedroom, and inside are several more candles littering the area. On the dresser is a basket of
stuff wrapped in a pretty pink bow.

  “What’s all this?”

  “It’s oils and lotions and bubble bath. I want to help you relax tonight.” He pulls me into him and kisses me softly. “I was thinking we could start with a bubble bath.”

  “You’re going to take one with me?”

  “That’s the idea. And then when we’re done, I’m going to give you a full body massage.”

  “That sounds really nice.”

  We get undressed and Keegan fills the tub with bubbles. The one nice thing about this place is that it has a separate bathtub and it’s huge. Zane loves to go swimming in it.

  Keegan steps in first, then helps me get in. The water is borderline hot, but feels perfect. I relax between his legs with my back against his chest. Keegan doesn’t try anything sexual. We talk and laugh and he uses a loofa he purchased to wash my shoulders and arms. Even in the big tub, his legs are still bent slightly. I’ve never taken a bath with a man before. It’s intimate, and I love the connection between us.

  “I thought when we got here, tonight wouldn’t be memorable because we weren’t going out,” I tell him, “but I was wrong. Being with you like this. Spending alone time together. Relaxing. It’s exactly what I needed.” I turn my face and kiss him. “Thank you.”

  When the bath gets cold, we get out and dry off, and then Keegan hands me a brand-new fluffy robe. I put it on and sigh at how soft and comfortable it is.

  “Go lie on the bed.”

  A minute later, the light from my ceiling fan is turned off, leaving only the candles to create a warm glow around the room. Soft music comes from somewhere, and then the mattress dips slightly, telling me Keegan is on the bed with me.

  “I’m going to take this off,” he tells me. I help him by moving my arms so he can slip it off my body, leaving me completely naked. I hear the squirt of a bottle and then he’s straddling my bottom half. His hands come down to my shoulders and he begins to massage my body with the oil. It smells like lavender and instantly has me relaxing into the bed. My eyes flutter closed as his fingers massage circles into my flesh, down my arms, and across my back.