Book One (One Night Only): Inescapable, #1

by Katherine King

  I feel her freeze underneath me and I lift my head to look into her eyes so she can see the truth in mine.

  "Trust me. I want nothing more than to keep going, but if you want this to end before it goes too far, we have to stop now," I whisper and place a light kiss on her lips.

  I hold her eyes as I see indecision there while I question myself, my actions.

  Usually I never hold back from seducing a girl, only wanting the next sexually satisfying, no strings attached encounter. There’d been no shortage of women since my band had started to make it big a few months ago. Every female that I’d encountered were willing to accept a one-night stand so they could have the accolade of sleeping with a burgeoning rock star. It was one of the perks of being a musician.

  But with Cass it is unexplainable – different, somehow. Even though I have a flight in the morning, taking me to my next tour date which was half way around the world, I don't want to rush things with her. For some reason deep inside me, I have the feeling she’d be worth the wait.

  I hear her soft sigh, see the decision in her eyes, as she begrudgingly whispers, "Maybe a swim might be a good idea."

  Reluctantly pushing myself off her, while only respecting her more for her decision, I quickly tug my t-shirt over my head before unzipping my jeans, feeling her eyes on me as I tug them off completely along with my low-rise boots. Standing in only my underwear, her eyes slowly wander over me, making my erection jump and pulse against my shorts.

  Gritting my teeth, wanting desperately to go back to lying between those beautiful thighs of hers, pushing myself deep into her depths, I turn towards the pool. I do a running dive, and as I sink beneath the depths of the water, I wonder what this girl has done to me.

  Because she has bewitched me...

  I kick my way to the surface and breaking through the water, I see my beautiful and stunning Cass is still standing, fully clothed, watching me.

  "You gonna join me?" I tease, grinning at her as I silently wonder why I think of her as being mine only after having just met her.

  She bites her bottom lip and then she shyly requests, "Turn around."

  Chuckling, I do as I’m told until I hear a splash in the pool.

  Turning back around, I see Cass in her underwear and bra, swimming towards me. As my eyes take in her full breasts bobbing in the water from the movement of her strokes, moving over the curve of her waist before venturing over the flare of her hips, I realize suddenly that I want this woman more than anyone I’ve ever met before.

  She is so exotically, naturally and purely sensual.

  Her long brown hair, piled high on top of her head, with her light skin is not my usual type. But for some reason, since the moment I first saw her standing at the end of the line accepting tickets, I knew I had to meet her...even if one night is all I can offer her.

  She swims in a circle around me, grinning, then laughing, as she splashes me with her legs before she tries to swim away from me.

  I reach out and grabbing her leg, I pull her back to me. She sputters, her laughter increasing, becoming a whole-hearted laugh as I wrap my arm around her small waist. I sink us beneath the water, kissing her. Her arms come around me first and then her legs, easily fitting her body perfectly to mine, as she returns my kiss eagerly.

  I bring us back to the surface, both of us breaking off the kiss to catch our breaths, not from being submerged, but from the intensity flowing between us.

  With my chest heaving, full of emotions, I hold her gaze.

  Slowly, I push her back against the pool wall to brace my hands on either side of her, allowing her to escape if she chooses. Leaning forward, I press my lips to the pulse of her throat. I feel it thrumming just under the skin and I open my mouth to gently suck it in. Her hands come up to my hair, her fingers entwining around the strands just like my heart is entwining around those same fingers. I move my lips from her pulse down to the swell of her breast. Her white bra leaves little to the imagination as it clings to her exotically full breasts, her nipples clearly outlined.

  "You're so sexy," I moan softly against her skin.

  Using my teeth, I gently take one of her covered nipples into my mouth and lightly tug, causing her to gasp. I watch it harden further under the confines of her bra and I desperately wish I could rip it away from her.

  Now assured that she wants to be here as much as I want her here, I hold her eyes as I move my arms to encircle her, bringing her breasts into contact with my chest. I kiss her again, and moving one of my hands, I cup her underwear clad ass.

  She moans, encouraging me.

  Wanting to even just have a small sensual feeling of her – to take with me when I leave - I slip my finger and then my whole hand under her underwear to cup her bare, beautifully formed globe.

  Her skin feels like silk.

  So soft, so seductive.

  I want more...

  So much more.

  "Cass..." I whisper heatedly against her lips. My cock is pulsing - begging - feeling as if it’s going to explode at any moment.

  And I desperately want to be inside of her.

  "We have to stop..." I pant, trying to force myself to let go of her.

  She lifts her head from mine, shaking it, making my insides tense - hopeful.

  "I don't want to stop," she whispers, lightly grazing her lips over mine.

  I pull my head back from hers, to look her in the eye.

  "I leave in the morning. I probably won't see you again for a long time," I whisper truthfully, knowing as I admit this that I’m probably ruining my chances with her tonight.

  But for a reason I can’t explain, I'd rather walk away than have her hate me for not telling her.

  She holds my gaze, considering me, weighing my words, for a moment.

  Slowly, she brings her lips back to hover over mine, about to touch them, as she asks, "So this will be a one-night sort of deal?"

  I nod. I have never been so honest with anyone in my life.

  She pushes me away and I feel myself reeling from the abruptness of being suddenly disconnected from her.

  I inhale deep, trying to force my mind away from the throbbing pulse of my cock, from the desire to go after her so I could ease this desire for her between her beautiful long legs.

  She swims away from me and slowly climbs out of the pool, her long brown hair hanging straight down her beautifully formed back, dropping water onto her rounded ass. Turning to face me, I see her full profile in the dim lamps that are placed sporadically around the pool.

  "Are you coming?" she asks quietly while extending her hand.

  My heart jumps, my cock swelling – impossibly - even more.

  But I don't waste a second in further thoughts and quickly swim over to climb out of the pool. She takes my hand, never releasing it, as we each pick up our clothes that we had strewn around the pool deck.

  Pulling her into me, feeling an electricity zinging through my body from just this innocent touch, I ask while holding her gaze, "Are you sure?"

  She smiles, gently – warmly, as she nods.

  I allow her to move away only so that she can lead me to her apartment, my heart beating like a young boy on his first sexual encounter. Reaching the door, she retrieves the key from the pocket of her jeans that are clenched tightly in her hand, and slides it easily into the slot.

  The only sound as she swings the door open is our erratic breathing. I feel as if my heart is going to beat out of my chest as she flicks a light switch, causing a soft light to fill the room from the floor lamp to my left.

  Turning to me she, suddenly shy, holds out her free hand to mine. I see it tremble a little.

  My gaze moves up her arm to her chest, my heart beating, erratic...erratic...until I meet her gaze again. I take her hand and giving it a squeeze, I allow her to lead me down a short hall to her bedroom. We both simultaneously drop our clothes to the floor.

  My chest is hurting because I’m filled with so much trepidation...fear that I may hurt her s
omehow.

  Slowly, I pull her to me and I begin to sway with her, a song that hasn't been written yet, flowing through my mind. I feel her shudder and move a little closer.

  I smile into her hair.

  I can't resist moving my hands down her back, feeling her curves, suddenly feeling like a drowning man if I don't have her.

  "You're so very beautiful," I whisper into her ear.

  She kisses my chest, right over my heart. That's when I know I will never be the same.

  She had somehow just branded me as hers - only hers, with that simple gesture.

  Moving a hand up into her hair, I tug gently to bring her mouth to mine. The kiss spirals out of control immediately.

  Placing my shaking hands on her slender hips, I gently guide her to turn around and then press her forward until her knees come into contact with the bed.

  "Lie down," I whisper, as I continue to guide her with my hands.

  She does as I ask, laying herself before me, her feet still on the floor, causing her rounded ass to be high in the air...

  I’m silently grateful that her bed is higher than normal because this sight is the most erotic I have ever seen.

  Kissing her back, gently nibbling down her spine, I slowly slip her wet underwear down. As one globe, then the other, is exposed, I feel pre-cum leak from my cock, anxious. But I force myself to go slow, wanting to take the time to savor every inch of her.

  I tug a little more on her underwear and the apex of where I want so badly to be is exposed to me. My breath comes out in a little hiss.

  Fuck, she's beautiful.

  My angel from the park, - my mind whispers.

  I continue to tug until her underwear is completely removed. I gently place a hand between her legs, silently prompting her to widen her stance. She, once again, does as I ask causing my heart to trip and then beat...beat...beat...in my ears, in my chest...in my cock.

  I quickly push my own wet underwear down my legs, stepping out of them while keeping my eyes on the vision of Cass spread before me.

  My cock is begging to touch her, to feel some of her without any barriers.

  I lean forward over her, allowing my cock to slip up and down, teasing at each of her entrances. More pre-cum floods the tip and I watch as I christen her with my fluid, gritting my teeth to hold myself back from pushing into her.

  I look up and see that her hands are filled with her duvet, clenched tightly around the soft material, causing her perfectly toned muscles to strain just underneath her skin.

  I smile, loving that she wants me just as much.

  I force myself to step back from her and hastily bend down to grab my jeans so I can retrieve my wallet to remove the condom that I keep there for emergencies.

  Tearing the package open, I slip it on before I step back to Cass.

  She hasn't moved and my cock jumps in my hand as my eyes greedily soak up the image, along with the knowledge that she remained where she was, waiting anxiously for me to return to her.

  Leaning over her, I kiss her neck as I unclasp her bra. As it releases, I whisper, "Turn over."

  As she rolls to her side and then onto her back, lust completely takes over at the sight of her full, bared breasts. I stand up to quickly push her legs wide apart, placing them around my waist as I push up and into her quickly. I watch as her breasts jiggle with my thrust, lust for this woman filling my brain, my soul. I fall forward onto her and grasping both of her hands, I entangle our fingers, wanting every part of me to be entangled with her.

  Only her.

  And I wanted her to be only mine.

  My hips take over on their own accord, wanting to sink deeper, quicker into her, to always make her remember this moment. I inhale her breath as she inhales mine as I plunder her, going faster and faster until I feel her squeezing tightly around me, her eyes sliding close.

  I let go, feeling more than just an orgasm.

  I feel something in my soul change as well.

  Gasping, I fall onto her.

  Chapter 3

  Cass

  Slowly, I float satiated, back to reality.

  I inhale Borden's scent, reveling in it.

  That was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt. His weight resting on top of me reassures me, making me feel that this has been more than a one-night quickie. I kiss his neck, whispering into his ear, "Wow."

  He lifts his head and he stares into my eyes, once again searching as if trying to see inside of me. Finally, he grins, his hands still tangled in mine above my head, squeezing. He kisses me softly.

  I’ve never taken a guy home before for a one-night stand. I don’t regret my decision to do so tonight...not at all. Maybe it had something to do with letting go of my youth and this was my last hurrah.

  He releases my hands and I bring my arms down to wrap around him, returning his kisses eagerly.

  "You are insatiable," he chuckles against my lips just before he pushes himself off me to fall onto his back. He quickly removes the condom, wrapping it in tissues from my bedside table before throwing it in the wastebasket next to my bed. I can’t take my eyes off him, the toned muscles rippling and moving under his tattooed skin, as he relaxes onto his back next to me.

  I quickly drape myself over him, not wanting to be disconnected. I place my chin on his chest, tugging lightly on the few dark hairs he has around his nipple, as I stare up at him.

  We haven't discussed anything about ourselves and I find myself wondering about him.

  "So...” I venture, my throat tight with emotion, “You leave in the morning, huh?"

  His eyes come to mine as he nods. I see caution enter his eyes.

  I hesitate, not wanting to be clingy, but also wondering if there is a chance he can change his mind, I ask, "No chance of you staying? Even just for a little bit longer?"

  He lets out a sigh, searching my face, probing, making me wonder what he’s looking for.

  "No. I can't," he answers softly, his hand coming up to my hair, softening his response.

  I hold his searching eyes. I don't have anything to hide from him, but I can feel he’s hiding something from me.

  "So, we only have tonight?" I ask, forcing a lightness into my tone. I feel my heart yearning for something more but I push it firmly away. I won't let it interfere with tonight.

  A little bit of him is better than none, - I silently console myself.

  He gently brushes his lips over mine as he answers softly, with regret evident in this tone, "Yes."

  I feel my eyes sting a little with tears.

  Grow up, - I silently scold myself. He told you how it would be up front.

  "What time in the morning do you have to leave?" I ask in a whisper.

  His finger comes up to trace my hair line before trailing down over my cheekbone to my lips, as he responds softly, "I have a flight out of here at 7am."

  I nod, unable to speak.

  Only a few hours...

  How did he get under my skin so quickly? - I wonder silently.

  I lift my head and scan my eyes over his tattooed chest. I trace the outline of the hawk he has over the right side of his upper chest, before trailing my fingers across his chest, pausing when I can feel the beat of his heart underneath my fingertips.

  "Do you live here?" I ask, moving my eyes back to his, already knowing the answer.

  He shakes his head, as I knew he would.

  Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I ask, "Will you be back here any time soon?"

  Again, he shakes his head, holding my gaze as he responds, "Not for another year or more."

  I nod. With tears stupidly blurring my eyes, I quickly drop them back to his chest. Leaning down, I place a kiss on his right nipple.

  Why did I have to have such a strong connection with someone that can't be a part of my life? - my brain silently screams at me.

  Both his hands come up into my damp hair, the thumb of each finger forcing my chin up so he can look into my eyes as he says softly, "I want to see yo
u again, Cass. I just don't know when."

  I nod. A tear sneaks out and he catches it with his thumb.

  "I'm sorry," I whisper.

  "No," he says quietly. "No need to be sorry. I feel the same as you."

  Seeing the truth in his eyes, I move up and kiss his lips, loving the feeling of his hands in my hair. I sigh into his mouth and then he’s sliding his tongue into mine. I love the taste of him.

  One of his hands leaves my hair to reach down to pull the leg I have thrown over him higher. I push myself up and over him completely, until I’m straddling him. I sit up, watching as his eyes scan my body.

  "So beautiful," he says once again, his hands coming up to grasp each of my breasts, gently squeezing them, causing them to ache for more of his attention. He makes me feel like the most beautiful and seductive girl in the world.

  Leaning forward, I kiss him deeply, feeling him stirring underneath me.

  Releasing his mouth, I sit up and stare down at him while absorbing the feeling of his hands caressing, molding, and feeling my breasts. I close my eyes and just breathe.

  Sighing out shakily, I look down at him again, never feeling as close to anyone as I do to him right now. This man makes me forget myself. Even though I hardly know him, there’s an invisible string between us.

  I have never been so swept away.

  But soon...

  He will leave me.

  Leaning forward, I place kisses over his chest, over his heart, wishing for things that I know I can't have.

  But for tonight, he’s mine, - my heart silently whispers. Be happy for that.

  I continue kissing his chest, wanting to always remember the taste of his skin. He’s now pulsating heavily underneath me and my body responds as I ache to have him inside of me again.

  So very, very badly.

  Lifting myself, I look down between my legs.

  "Do you have any condoms?" he asks in a whisper.

  I keep staring at his cock, wanting him for some unexplainable reason inside me with no barrier.

  Unable to resist, I reach down and wrap my hand around him, causing his hips to lift and buck, his breath to gasp from his throat.