Promise Me

by Samanthe Beck

  I look down at our hands. Mine’s still around her wrist, but somewhere in the course of the story, she clamped her fingers around my wrist, too, the leather bracelet she gave me pressing into my skin. Now she lets go and tugs herself out of my grasp. Then she gets to her feet.

  Shit. Scared her off with my raunchy jack-off fantasy. I drop my head and listen to the click of her high heels on the deck. I expect to hear a rapid tap as she descends the steps, but it doesn’t come. The noise stops abruptly.

  “Vaughn?”

  I look up to find her standing at the rail, holding onto the topmost bar and looking over her shoulder. Her gaze locked on me.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kendall

  Sexy fun. That’s what tonight’s about. I haven’t stopped thinking about Vaughn. Haven’t stopped wanting him. Even from across the patio, he weaves a seductive spell, and I want his dirty story-telling mouth all over me. That he’s fantasized about me the way I’ve fantasized about him is a huge turn-on. We’ve flirted all week via text, and I knew while getting dressed that tonight I wanted him to be my first.

  “Yes?” he answers, rising to his feet. I like the predatory gleam in his eyes.

  Instead of replying, I turn my head, and before I can talk myself out of it, start to shimmy out of my dress. He’s set up this little scenario, giving me the impetus and direction I needed, and I plan to deliver. I sway to the sultry music pouring out of hidden speakers and slowly bare my body to him, exposing my back, my ass, my legs. When the material reaches my ankles, I carefully step out of it. I’m left in a black G-string with a tiny pink bow at the top of my butt and my fuchsia sling-back pumps.

  A breeze coasts over my skin, turning my nipples into aching points. I grip the railing in anticipation of Vaughn’s approach.

  “You are fucking gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath and raunchy compliment send a hot shiver through me, and suddenly I’m languishing in the sexiest moment of my life. His smooth jaw brushes my neck, but otherwise he doesn’t touch me.

  Still, his nearness penetrates all my senses. I hear the echo of his words in my mind. I inhale the scent of his aftershave. The realization he took these measures to captivate me turns me on a little more.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Touch me, I almost add, but don’t. Because I can feel him standing right behind me, and the anticipation sparks like a palpable thing. I can practically hear his heart beating strong and fast in his chest, feel the rush of his blood and the heat of need building, and through all that I sense his restraint. The rush and the heat and the need thrill me, but so does his control. My confidence grows, not because of his composure, but because of mine. I own this. I am strong, sexy, desired.

  But it’s hard to hold still, knowing he’s fully clothed, and I’m next to naked, and he’s looking his fill. Prickles of awareness tighten my skin. The moment stretches. When I don’t think I can hold out another second for him to touch me I say, “What are you waiting for?”

  “I don’t want to rush. Well”—he laughs—“I do, more than you could possibly know, but I’m not going to, because this is like my first time, too.”

  Mutual first times. That’s how this was supposed to happen for me, but…it didn’t. I swallow the emotion his words stir up. There’s no place for my past here. This is about the here and now. About Vaughn and about me.

  “Puh-lease,” I say to add levity to our situation. “It’s probably not even your hundred-and-first time.”

  “It’s the first time I’ve been someone’s first. I take the privilege seriously. So yeah, we’re going to take it slow. You’re going to tell me what you want, and when you want it—how hard, soft, deep, long—and I’m going to give your beautiful body every single thing you ask for. Deal?”

  Thank God he can’t see my heart flailing around like I’ve swallowed a hundred happy pills. How is it possible to feel cherished and desperate at once? I nod. “Deal.”

  “So tell me, Kendall. What do you want?”

  My mind whirls with the possibilities. I may not know what it’s like to have sex, but I know what need feels like, and I’m feeling a whole new level of it right now. I throb between my thighs. My nipples ache from the light caress of the breeze. “I want you. I want everything. And I want it now.”

  He lets out an unsteady breath I find strangely reassuring. This conversation is taking a toll on him, too. “That leaves things wide open. Tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like.”

  “I don’t like that you’re stalling,” I tease. I’m ready for action. Lots of it. I push the momentary thought of his experience with countless girls out of my head. Right now, I’m the one who gets to reap the rewards of his skills.

  “You call it stalling; I call it seduction.” He kisses my shoulder, and my panties grow wetter.

  His lips are warm and soft, the contact firm, as he presses kiss after kiss along my shoulder, but his mouth slowly turns hotter and hungrier as he progresses. It’s the only part of his body on me, and it’s electrifying.

  He drops kisses across my upper back to my other shoulder, then slowly tracks down my spine, his lips parting and openmouthed devotion raining down my flesh. I quiver. My breathing speeds up. His tongue flicks out, but it’s not exactly a lick, more like a promise. A promise of what’s to come, and I immediately think about him tasting me, sucking on my clit. Laving me until I can’t hold anything back.

  I squeeze my thighs together, because I’m not quite wanton enough to spread my legs in invitation when I’m exposed like I am. The memory of Vaughn’s fingers inside me, my dress bunched around my waist, panties pushed to the side, is a heady one, and I clench my thighs again to offset the pleasure the reminder stokes inside me.

  I’m close to coming, and we’ve just gotten started. How wasteful would that be?

  His mouth lands on the tiny bow of my panties, his teeth tug the lace that runs along the cleft of my ass. I wiggle as his tongue plucks it like a guitar string. The scrap of material covering my new wax job rubs against my folds. My legs shake.

  “You like that?”

  “I…” I can’t answer because he does it again, tugging infinitesimally harder, and I can’t stop myself from bending forward to give him better access.

  “Yes or no,” he prompts. His breath flutters over my skin and even though it’s warm tonight, I feel goose bumps rise.

  “Y-yes. I like it…” Then he licks down my ass crack, and I stop breathing.

  My hands slide off the railing and reach for him—to stop him or pull him closer, I don’t know.

  Vaughn takes hold of my waist and spins me around. He’s on his knees, his jeans undone, his shirt gone. For a moment, all I can do is drink in his tan, toned male beauty. It’s not hard to see why his chiseled pecs, speed-bump abs, and twin ridges of muscle cutting in at his hips grace a big billboard, but reality is even more overwhelming, not to mention a little intimidating. Then I spy a thin strip of woven leather encircling his wrist. The birthday present I gave him. Seeing my gift on him reminds me this isn’t some perfect stranger. This is the man who thanked me for confiscating his car keys, and slow danced with me in a crowded club, and listened—held me close and really listened—while I told him my deepest secrets. This is Vaughn, and just like that my hesitation evaporates. I want to see more. I want to hook my fingers into the loose waist of his jeans and drag them down. I want him naked. I want to see. Touch. Taste.

  Our eyes connect. I lick my lips and prepare to speak, but he beats me to the punch.

  “I’ve had your scent in my head for days.” He leans in, his lips hovering close to my lacy panties, and inhales deeply. “Like a craving. I can’t wait to put my mouth here again.”

  Yes. Yes!

  “But we’re taking it slow, so first…”

  He kisses up my side, licks my belly button, skims his lips all the way to the bottom swell of my breasts. Without thought, I run my fingers through his hair. He groans and rises to his full
height before tilting his head and crushing his mouth to mine.

  My body turns liquid as he delves between my lips and subdues my tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, press our bodies together.

  As fast as he claimed my mouth, he abandons it, leaving my tongue tingling and my lips burning for more. I’m about to protest when he palms my boobs and rubs his thumbs over my nipples. The peaks tighten even more under his attention. Without looking up he says, “Jesus, Kendall. You’re stunning.” He traces the line where my tan transitions to the paler skin always covered by my bikini top. “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever touched.”

  Although the words sound impossibly sincere, my mind rushes to rebut them. Even if I didn’t know he’d touched truly flawless girls—models and pop stars and actresses, oh my—he’s definitely touched himself. But then our gazes lock, and the look on his face threatens to overwhelm me. I haven’t recovered when he bends his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.

  I gasp as he works me with his lips and tongue while gently, and then not so gently, pinching my other nipple. The double assault is pleasure so sharp it’s nearly pain. I arch my back, seeking more, but he pauses.

  “Too hard? Too soft? Tell me how you like it.”

  “Not sure yet.” I manage a quick breath. “Better try again.”

  His smile flashes for an instant before his mouth and hand switch places. I bite my lip to stop myself from actual begging. He tastes every inch of my torso—at least it feels like he does—before his mouth lands on the inside of my thigh. His fingers hook the strings at my hips, and he inches them down while he drops wet kisses so close to my sex I can barely keep still.

  “By the way,” he says, slipping my G-string around and off my shoes. “Those pumps are sexy as hell. Mind leaving them on?”

  I shake my head. I’m standing naked in front of Vaughn Shaughnessy.

  He’s going to fuck me against this railing.

  I’m afraid to blink for fear I’ll wake up from this dream.

  He takes his time looking at me—all of me—like I’m a treasure map or a rare gemstone. Like I’m something special. And in this moment, it feels true. With Vaughn kneeling before me and brushes of pink and gold painting the sky as the sun sinks below the horizon, I feel aglow with possibilities.

  “Kendall,” he finally says, “are you ready to spread your legs and give me another taste?”

  I can’t speak, but I manage to inch my thighs wider.

  He takes this for the yes it is and leans in, his long fingers wrapped around my thighs. I squeeze his shoulders and watch as his lips make contact. He kisses me there with the same devoted hunger he used on my mouth. His tongue is warm and wet as he circles my clit.

  I do my best not to squirm even as my muscles tighten. I’m on sensory overload, about to detonate. Nothing has ever felt this good. Vaughn licks, sucks, devours, and I’m soaking wet, his upper lip glistening with the proof. The sight makes me so hot, I whimper in response.

  “You like that?” His low voice caresses my sex.

  “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

  He places the softest of kisses against my center. “Just my mouth, or are you ready for more?”

  “More.” The word tumbles out. “I want more.”

  I feel him smile just before he slides a finger inside me. Unlike the night of his birthday, this time I’m not nervous. Not conflicted. I’m so ready, and accept him with a soft moan of pleasure. He circles and strokes for a moment before carefully adding another finger. I’m just starting to feel the strain of being stretched to capacity when he groans against me. The vibration is like a massage, relaxing every muscle in the vicinity. The pull subsides and then dissolves into even more pleasure. He feels it, or knows it, because he works me inside and out with abandon. I’m lost completely to him. I move. I writhe. I ride his fingers and buck against his tongue. I taste sweat on my upper lip. I hear the erotic sounds of his mouth moving hungrily over me, his fingers filling me. That’s all it takes for the pressure building inside me to break into a thousand glorious pieces.

  My breath catches and my heart revs as I chase every swirling, glowing fragment of my release. He doesn’t let up until my legs are about to give out.

  “I’ve got you,” he says, tightening his supporting grip and raining kisses along my thigh.

  Yes he does. I sigh and watch him move to suck, then kiss the flair of my hip. My stomach muscles quiver anew. It’s impossible to put into words what the sight of his lips on my body does to me.

  When he lifts his head we both look at the red mark blooming on my skin. He offers me a wicked grin. “Vaughn was here,” he whispers.

  Before I can say something crazy like, “Feel free to stop by anytime,” he takes me in his arms and lifts me onto the railing.

  For a second the cold metal stings my unprotected ass. But when Vaughn captures my bottom lip in his mouth, a hot shockwave races down my spine, and the chill vanishes.

  The hard ridge straining the front of his jeans presses snugly against the part of me he’s just turned into a playground of nerve endings. I moan into his mouth, our tongues stroking, as one of his hands leaves my waist and cups the back of my head to deepen the kiss. My heart is still pounding from my orgasm, I taste myself on his tongue, and delicious tension starts to build inside me again. He kisses me like he can’t get enough. I run my hands over his back.

  We’re both breathless when he breaks away to pull a condom out of his back pocket and push his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees.

  My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s big and thick and for a second I worry this might hurt more than I anticipated. He can only be so gentle. Whether he does it smooth and fast, or slow and by degrees, at some point that big, thick cock is going to go all the way inside me.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous right now, shining brighter than the sunset, but if you’d rather go to my room—”

  “No. This is perfect,” I say to his cock.

  He laughs, but it sounds a little pained. “You want to touch me first? Inspect the goods before you decide?”

  Without answering, I wrap my hand around his dick. He twitches under my touch, and I swear he grows even bigger as I rub up and down.

  “Fuck me, Kendall, please. Any way you want. I’m all yours.”

  I look up and meet his half-lidded eyes. A flush tinges his cheekbones. The sight staggers me and makes me bolder at the same time. “Think I could get you off with a few more strokes?” I slide my thumb over the head of his cock before fisting him just a little tighter on the downward slide. He’s smooth, but rugged. Hot and hard…he shudders from my touch…it’s powerful.

  A groan rumbles around in his chest. “You could make me come by blowing on it. Is that what you want?”

  “I want you inside me,” I confess. It’s true. There’s a sharp, empty feeling in my core and right at this moment the pain of not having him is worse than anything.

  “Thank God.” His gentle hand brushes mine away. He rolls the condom on then steps between my legs and once again takes my bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers find my center to part my folds and a second later he’s guiding himself inside.

  I wrap my arms and legs around him and hope he doesn’t feel me tremble. Because it’s not fear, it’s gladness that it’s him—this generous, gorgeous, disorienting man—taking me somewhere I’ve never been before.

  He enters me slowly, keeping to his word not to rush our first time. The head of his cock slips inside, then inch by inch he pushes in farther. It’s exquisite. Intense. My body stretches to make room for him, but I feel my muscles pull taut, impeding his progress.

  It’s not enough to hurt, more like a twinge of uncomfortable pressure—a small warning that something’s going to have to give if we keep going.

  He cradles my cheek with his palm. “Breathe.”

  Our eyes connect as I abide by his wishes. Then he thrusts—all the way home this time—and force
s the air out of me in a gasp. A muffled gasp, because he seals his mouth to mine and swallows it.

  For so long just the thought of sharing this part of myself with someone brought on pain and guilt, but right now I’m overcome with different feelings. Feelings too strong for words, too overpowering to leave room for anything else except Vaughn. He grinds his hips against mine, creating the most incredible friction ever. Eager for more, I grind right back. I’m completely absorbed in him, in need of him.

  He withdraws a little, and then surges into me again, and again. Harder. Faster. The friction starts to burn, but the burn doesn’t hurt. It’s addictive. I dig my heels into his thighs. Hold onto his ass. Hold onto the sensations he’s building in me.

  Our kiss is a wild collision of lips and tongues. Our teeth click. He breaks away to kiss my jaw, the spot just below my earlobe. Bundles of hot, tangled nerves coil inside me.

  I take a breath as he buries his nose in the hollow of my neck. “Do you like it? Do you like having me inside you?”

  “Yes.” I twine my arms around his head and rock my hips to bury him deeper. “I can’t get enough.”

  “I planned to fuck you slowly,” he whispers, his voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it. “I don’t want to be too rough with you.” His deep inhale tells me he’s struggling to get a hold of himself. He smiles against my throat, and adds, “Not the first time.”

  I’m on board with multiples. He can captain me all night. I tighten my hold on him. His thrusts turn more rhythmic, no less enthusiastic, but measured…strategic. And, yep, it’s an excellent strategy. I love having him inside me.

  Before I can question the verb I just chose, he moves his hands to my ass next, so I’m seated in his palms, and tips my hips a little. I moan out loud. His cock feels even longer, and thicker, and strokes an entirely new spot. A rush of warm tingles descends on me, and I realize everything I felt before was just a ghost of what’s coming. And I want it. Desperately. I grind against him and pant-gasp-sob through a second orgasm I swear he wrings right out of my soul.