by L. U. Ann
"I'm going to run to the restroom before we go," I try to say to both Becca and Caine over the music.
“Where's your coat ticket baby?" Caine asks, kissing my cheek while I fish the voucher out of my bra. Lucas is watching Caine take my receipt. He says something in Becca's ear and she soon offers up her ticket. “I love your hiding place,” Caine says, brushing against my earlobe.
Becca follows me into the ladies’ room. "What are you doing taking Lucas home? Are you comfortable doing that?" I ask. She quickly responds with a nod. "Becca, seriously, I won't go if it puts you in a tight situation. I won't do that to you." I try to convince her to be honest by tilting my head to ensure I have her attention.
"Lacey, it's totally fine. He's cool. I'll take him back to his place, and we're just going to talk," she shrugs. "Nothing is going to happen, unlike someone else I know," she says smirking and raising an eyebrow.
I give her my car keys and assure her that I will call her first thing in the morning. "Lacey, please be safe," she says uneasily.
Returning her hug, I whisper, "Aren’t I always?" I wink and Becca rolls her eyes while shaking her head.
"Becca, you know I've never done this before. I don't even know if I can go through with it. But if I can do this whole one-night stand thing with anyone, it will be with Caine. Holy smokes Becca, the guy can kiss an orgasm out of you."
We both break out into a fit of giggles and leave the restroom, still trying to get our laughter under control.
Caine and Lucas appear after gathering our coats, looking at Becca and me quizzically. I cannot believe I am about to leave with a guy I just met. When did I say I would go? Is a nod really a yes? I glance up at Caine, and oh yes! I said yes, and I don’t care if it was with a nod, spoken words, or written in ink. It's yes, no matter what.
With a quick text to my mom, I let her know I will be staying at Becca's tonight. Now that my bases are covered, I turn to Caine who ushers me to his car with my body tingling all over.
Chapter Two
One Night
Stepping out of the club and into the cold night air is refreshing. I hadn't realized how hot and sweaty I had become dancing with Mr. Dreamy. Whoa, I cannot believe I’m going home with Caine tonight! Oh dear, I need to make sure I attend confession this week. What the hell am I doing? This is a sin, or at least that’s what the nuns have taught me since kindergarten. For God's sake, I'm in my senior year of Catholic school. What am I doing having my first one-night stand EVER?! No, that’s not right. If it was my first, that would imply that I have had sex before and I haven’t. Calming my nerves, I realize I NEED to cancel this hormonal exchange and find Becca to get me back to my parents’ house.
Just as I was feeling the confidence to walk away, Caine grabs my hand and entwines our fingers, reigniting that spark of energy I get from his touch. It forces me to look at him. Oh, that's right. Now I remember why and what I'm doing. His light brown eyes penetrate my fears, knocking down any barriers in their path. His stare bares his soul, making my legs feel like Jell-O.
Caine walks us to his car, a candy-apple red Dodge Stealth. Like him, it’s sleek and sexy. He holds my door for me as I brush past him. I halt from the sensual heat of his body. Sensing the same emotion, he grabs my waist and pulls me into him as he lowers his lips to mine. I remember the helplessness I felt earlier from his embrace, and he makes me see stars. Grabbing the back of my neck, he deepens the kiss. I lean in, and clutch at his shirt, needing to get closer. He acknowledges my desire and tightens his arm around my waist, moving me slightly so that his body is pressing me against the side of his car, sandwiching me in. I still need more from him. I try to convey this as my hands work overtime to remove the space between us. He pulls his lips away just enough so that he can rest his forehead against mine. His eyes tell me how much he wants me. "Let's go before I explode here in the parking lot." He utters through clenched teeth. Before he steps away, he asks, “How would you like to go to a hotel? My roommate might be home.”
I give him a quick nod and kiss, using my tongue to gently brush his upper lip. "Okay." He keeps his hand knitted with mine until I sit. He bends down and gently presses a kiss on my cheek just before closing my door.
Caine walks swiftly around the front of the car, opening the door and sliding in beside me. He smoothly puts the car in gear and begins driving to our destination. I can see him briefly look over at me from the corner of my eye. I turn and take his features in. His jaw is square, and his nose is perfectly slanted. His lips are thick and full and his eyes glisten brightly. He turns and looks at me with a smirk that melts my panties. Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into?
We drive up to a local motel not far from the club and my parents’ house. I worry for a minute how I'm going to make sure I get home tomorrow so that my parents won't know I didn't stay at Becca’s house. I can now feel Caine's eyes on me. I turn, and he looks as though he could eat me alive. Oh my! He asks me to sit tight. I nod, still unable to speak much in his presence.
I watch him walk into the lobby of the hotel. What a damn fine ass he has. I felt it earlier when we couldn't get close enough on the dance floor, but seeing it has a completely different effect on me. I lick my lips and the word yummy comes to mind. I cannot believe what I'm about to do. Perhaps we will just cuddle and watch television all night, stealing kisses every now and then. I wonder if he is getting a room with a king size bed or two doubles. Doubles would be great. The little bit of distance provided by the nightstand will help my raging hormones. In that case, I’m sure there won’t be any expectations, and we can get a peaceful night’s rest. Tearing my eyes from Caine who is speaking to the front desk clerk, I rest my head on the back of the seat and look out into the night sky. I pray for the heavens above to get me through this. I need to do this. I think it will remedy many issues. I’m going to do this. Mustering all of the strength I can, I smile at Caine as he re-enters the car.
"Our room number is 219. The attendant says to follow this road around to the side, and there is a stairwell we can use."
I don't think he notices any of my hesitation about spending the night with him. I nod, acknowledging him so that he knows I am listening while I fidget with the hem of my coat. I take a couple of soft, calming breaths. Caine pulls into a parking space around the corner and I look up at the second floor, noticing we aren't far from the room. I take another breath before grabbing the door handle. To my surprise, Caine has already begun opening my door and offers me his hand. As I take it, I wonder what he does for work. How does he have so many calluses? As if sensing my uneasiness, Caine pulls me into him suddenly.
"Lacey, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks. Waves of relief wash over me and I almost start singing hallelujah. I could say no, right? But then I'm not proving anything to myself. I need to go through with this to exorcise the demons of my past. Caine runs his hand through my hair, sending chills down to my feet. I honestly want to be close to this man. He has an affect over me like none I've ever felt. I need to follow through to preserve my sanity. I tilt my head as if to reassure him this is what I want. He grabs my hand, shuts the door, and sets the alarm to his car. We climb the stairs hand in hand. I wonder if he is afraid to let go of my hand, on the off chance that I’ll change my mind if we lose body contact. He's probably right.
Pulling the keycard out of his back pocket, he opens the door, scoops me up, and grins. I break out in a fit of giggles, throwing my head back in a carefree fashion. I like this playful side of him and it gives me a moment to forget my worries. He shuts the door and throws his keys on the side table. I see he did not get a room with two doubles as I had hoped.
Caine slowly slides me down, his body making me hyperaware of each and every muscle writhing under me. He stops for a moment when I'm on my toes and level with his eyes. He gazes into me, gently lowering me further to the ground, but not releasing me from his embrace. His eyes stare into mine, causing my breath to catch in my throat, and I bite my lower lip in an
ticipation.
Taking every ounce of self-control I say, "I'm going to use the restroom real quick."
He begins to loosen his hold, and taking a deep breath through his nostrils and then exhaling, he says, "Okay. But don't be too long." He winks as I walk in and close the door behind me. My hand lingers on the doorframe for an extra moment so I can come to terms with the situation. Shaking my head at the position I’ve put myself in, I turn to look at the person in the mirror, bracing my hands on either side of the sink. Do I recognize my own reflection? Am I being true to myself? People have one-night stands all the time, right? So, why can't I? Just because something happened to me, doesn't mean I can't do this. I need this. I need to rid myself of the constant fear that threatens to lock me in those horrible moments of long ago. I'm tired of it controlling my life. I have one hot stud muffin waiting for me on the other side of that door, and he doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. He makes me feel safe for some reason. Opportunity is knocking. Shutting out the sensible thoughts from my head, I freshen up. Taking one last look at myself, I feel certain I can do this. I slowly open the door and take my time leaving the bathroom.
"Come here," he says as I step out. His voice isn't authoritative but direct. He pulls me away from my thoughts and comforts me with his words and presence. His stare leaves me vulnerable but accepted. My chest tightens as I begin to approach him. The look in his eyes is scary, almost as if he wants to devour me. This entire experience is new to me. My breath quickens as I tilt my head back, offering myself to him with glazed eyes. His stare is breaking down the barriers I’ve set up in my mind, allowing me to feel and anticipate what is about to happen. I thought it would take a lot more to get past the obstacles I put in place. I don’t understand how can he make me feel this safe and secure when I’ve only just met him. How can I feel this way, when I learned so long ago not to trust guys?
"I wasn't too long, was I?" I tease.
"Oh, yes. Any loss of you in my arms is too long," he says breathily, leaning in to crush my lips with his. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I land with my hands on his upper arms to regain my balance. His soft lips tease mine until his tongue gently runs along my bottom lip causing me to moan. Oh God! His tongue enters, controlling the moment, exploring every inch of my mouth and I begin to feel a tightening in my belly. His arms begin to unravel around me so his hands can begin exploring. His kiss deepens, creating a feast of its own. My hands begin to travel, memorizing every detail they uncover.
Caine walks backwards, pulling me with him until his legs hit the edge of the bed. I am so hungry for his touch. Our kiss has turned from passionate to desperate. He turns me around so that I am sitting on the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of me, he begins trailing down the long zipper of my boot to free my foot. He repeats the same with the other leg. I believe I am suffering from a case of lost sanity. Is there a medication for this? Caine runs his eyes and fingers up my legs, resting his hands on my thighs, just inches away from my folds. I begin to breathe faster and a shiver runs through my body. Caine looks up and smirks, knowing the effect he has on me. He raises himself slowly and pulls me to stand with him. I am intoxicated with desire. He envelopes me into a hug and all reservations I have disappear.
Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulls my head back to place soft kisses from my ear down to my jaw, stopping at my lips. His kiss immediately turns hungry as he squeezes my hips to his. Feeling a little more confident, I reach around to grab his ass. Oh, what a fine ass. I tug him closer, acutely aware of his arousal. I move my hands up under his shirt to feel his skin. It’s soft, with hard muscles lying just below the surface. Breathless, he moves his lips down my neck and I have the sudden need to feel all of him. I push his shirt up and he assists me in tugging it off. Caine hikes up my skirt, and with able fingers, traces the outline of my panties. Geez, I wish I had thought to wear a thong tonight; then again, I wasn’t planning on this. Oh God! One of his fingers has broken the fabric barrier, revealing my wetness. He brings my leg up around his hip like we did on the dance floor at the club. He moves his fingers to my folds and caresses the sensitive spot, creating a fireball of passion deep within me. I am panting from the sensations flowing throughout my body. I push my hips into him, searching for more satisfaction. Oh my! Each nerve ending is on edge from his touch. My body loosens and my knees become weak. Thank heavens he is holding me up. His lips explore more of my neck, then down to the space between my breasts. My head falls back as the sensations he’s giving me take over my body. He thrusts a finger in my heat while circling his thumb on my nub, bringing me closer to ecstasy. He plunges another finger and my breath catches. "Caine." The combination of what his magnificent fingers are doing sends me over the edge. A wave of intense pleasure warms my blood and I find my grip tightening on him as I moan his name again. My chest is heavy and my hips begin to rock, riding out this amazing climax during which I’m sure earth’s axis has shifted. He puts his arms around me and hugs me tightly, giving me the opportunity to recover. Oh. My. God! Hello? Amazing!
He moves his lips up to capture mine once again; the kiss gently helps bring me down from my high. He leans forward, placing me down on the bed and settling between my legs. His fingers are skimming the fabric of my dress and I realize he is looking for the zipper. "It's on the side under my arm." He pauses giving me a questionable look. "My zipper. It’s on the side."
"Oh," he chortles, "I was wondering. I hate to take this sexy thing off but I need to see you, all of you." Honey, you do whatever you want after that little performance. His fingers find the zipper and he takes his time sliding it down. I'm growing anxious with the need to feel him. I move my hands to find his belt, trying to grip the material to unbuckle it.
"No, not yet," he whispers against my flesh. "I want to see you naked. I need to taste you before I can even begin to satisfy my appetite." What? Oh My God! Where did he learn to talk like this? He begins sliding my dress down, exposing my black satin bra. The swell of my breasts are begging for release. His mouth runs along my collarbone, down to the space between my breasts. He slides his tongue over the top of my breasts as he moves the strap down my arm, giving him more access. He does the same for the other one. Bringing his mouth back up to mine, he lifts my shoulders off the bed, wraps his hand around my back, and unclasps my bra. He tosses it over the bed where it joins his shirt on the floor. He runs the tip of his fingers from my jaw down, on to tease my chest as his hand moves down to grasp the bottom of my dress. He drags it, along with my panties, the rest of the way off my body, adding them to the growing pile of clothes.
"So beautiful," he purrs, moving his lips from my stomach to my breasts. Teasing, pulling, and finally nibbling, he causes a growl to erupt from my throat. "Let's see if you are ready for me," he says with determination in his eyes. He lowers himself, kissing along the way to my mound, finding that 'oh' spot. I begin wiggling under his touch. He places his hands on each hip, steadying my body’s reaction, to regain control. The room starts to blur as I pant from the irresistible certainty of reaching my second orgasm of the night. As I find my release, my body stiffens and he continues licking and sucking to draw out my climax. I quickly begin to regain consciousness and pull my legs closed; the sensation is too much. I cannot take anymore. Oh dear. He begins to work his way up, smirking at me, and stopping at my breasts to enjoy the feel of them in his hands. I pull my legs around him, attempting to get his pants off. I now want to see him. He chuckles, "I've got this." He stands and I immediately regret the loss of his body heat. He drops his pants. Oh. Boxers follow. Oh my. His dark eyes never once leave mine as he plants himself back where he was in order to kiss me. Tasting me on his lips is completely unexpected, because experience is something I seriously lack. If only Caine knew how inexperienced I am and why. I pull my mouth from his to shrug the bothersome thoughts away. I will not allow this moment to be ruined. This moment is mine. I hear the sound of a crinkling wrapper and realize he is putting on
a condom. Oh, thank heavens. I think I was about to ask him if he had protection. Wasn’t I? I believe my brain has abandoned all rational thought. Even though I'm on the pill, who knows what unwanted gift he could give me. I am grateful for his intact conscience; it's bad enough I'm allowing myself to do this.
Caine lifts himself to settle at my entrance. He leans down, "You are so beautiful." He thrusts his tongue in my mouth as soon as he plunges into my heat. I gasp, caught off guard by a slight sting and the obtrusive fullness of his cock. I'm praying he cannot tell I'm a virgin. Sure, I can be a tease and move my body as if I'm very experienced, but truthfully, I don’t have a clue. It's how I stay in control.
Our breath quickens as Caine gently rocks in and out, reaching behind and grabbing my rear to increase the force. With his weight on his elbow, he takes his other hand behind my neck, crushing his lips to mine. We pull apart just slightly, both still out of breath. He accelerates his movements. My emotions begin to get the better of me and I find myself praying this will be over soon. It feels great but I think I’m going to have a panic attack. The enormity of the situation is hitting me deeper with every one of his thrusts. If everything my friends brag about in school is true, he is climaxing soon. He grunts loudly, “Lacey.” He utters, “Uh, so fucking beautiful, Lacey.” He increases the tempo more and then stills his body, spilling into the condom while taking a deep powerful breath. After a couple more pushes, he looks me in the eye with astonishment and pride. He leans in for another kiss. This kiss is back to being calm and tender. We continue for a few more minutes. "You were amazing. I could never get enough of you," he assures me, stealing another kiss. Never enough... What does he mean? I thought this was a one-night stand. This isn't supposed to go any further. I don't do the whole boyfriend thing. I've only ever known guys to think with their dicks and that is usually the only thing they want with girls. They have a selfish need to fulfill their desires, regardless of what a girl deserves and needs. I suddenly have a hard time breathing.