More Than Once (4 page)

Oh, yes. Definitely hard.

When we finally broke apart, I felt dazed, like I’d been suddenly woken from a really good dream. The rest of the world had completely disappeared when Andy’s mouth was on mine, and now it rushed back in: loud karaoke music, the smell of cheap alcohol, the vibrations from hundreds of people dancing. And Andy, looking at me like he was just as surprised as I was by how
right
that felt.

I glanced over and saw Tara and Hector—and everyone else at the table—staring at us. “They’re watching,” I murmured in Andy’s ear.

“Are they?” he asked, burying his face in my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along it that made me shudder with desire.

“I think everyone in this club is.”

“Good.” He tugged at my earlobe with his teeth. “Still want to get out of here?”

I didn’t know what I’d done to unleash this nice guy’s inner bad boy, but I liked it. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do when I got him alone. “Let’s go.”

Screw it, I could start being good tomorrow.

W
e took the Comic-Con shuttle back to my hotel room, lips locked the entire time, hands roaming across each other’s skin. I’d never done anything like this before, but what better time to have your first one-night stand than right after your first failed marriage proposal, eh?

Becca’s kiss had been the only thing that had make me forget the pain of losing Tara for even a second. Even now, the little black box with the diamond ring was like a hundred-pound weight in my pocket. First thing I did when I walked into my hotel room was pull it out and leave it in the bathroom, where I couldn’t see it. Then I returned to the bedroom—and to Becca.

She wasn’t the type of girl I usually went for, but I was feeling reckless tonight. And good god, she was hot. She radiated trouble with her dark-rimmed eyes, short platinum hair, and bright red lips. She wasn’t wearing much, other than her amusing (and very tiny) tank top—just black combat boots and ripped-up shorts held together by safety pins. Silver piercings ran up and down each of her earlobes, and I had the strongest desire to tease each of them with my tongue. I wanted to find out if she had more piercings under her clothes.

She studied the mini-bar, but when she turned toward me, I was hit with a second of hesitation and doubt. Tara’s face rushed back into my mind, and with it, the crushing blow of rejection. The sadness and heartbreak washed over me again, too.

But then came the anger.

It had only been
days
since we’d broken up and she’d already moved on to screwing Hector, like our year together had meant nothing to her. It made me suspect the two of them had been secretly together the whole time we’d been dating, even though she’d always claimed they were only friends. Had it been a lie every time she’d told me she loved me? Had she been thinking about Hector every time we’d had sex?

Screw it. If Tara could move on that fast, then so could I. And Becca was perfect—because she was absolutely nothing like my ex.

Becca must have seen my hesitation because a flicker of concern crossed her face. “We don’t have to do this, Andy. We can go grab a bite to eat or…”

“No.” I strode over to Becca and tangled my fingers in the back of her hair, sliding my other arm around her waist and yanking her against me. She let out a little gasp, but her dark eyes flashed with pleasure. She liked that. Good.

I kissed Becca hard, forcing her mouth open, holding her tight against me. Her hands slipped around my waist to my ass, cupping it, pulling me closer. Her body fitted against mine, molding to me like we’d been made as a perfect match. All thoughts of Tara and my broken heart were forgotten; all that existed was this girl, this kiss, this moment.

Tonight I was done being hesitant. Done with the sadness and the doubt and the pain. And above all else, I was done being the nice guy.

We devoured each other, our kisses hungry and desperate. My mouth and my hands were rough, exploring her body, but she gripped me just as tightly and moaned with each touch. I found her breasts, so soft and full, and rubbed them through her thin top. With each squeeze and pinch, she moaned even louder.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle tonight,” I said, nipping at her earlobe.

“Thank god. I don’t want it gentle.”

I paused. “No?”

“No.” She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with desire. “Be rough with me. I can take it. I
want
it.”

My hands tightened around her arms, fingers biting into her skin. Her words had unlocked something within me, something I’d kept buried deep inside, something I’d always craved. I’d never found the right girl—had either been too worried about what my girlfriends would think or knew they wouldn’t be open to it. But this girl seemed to want it as much as I did.

I didn’t know her. I’d probably never see her again. Maybe for tonight, for one night only, I could finally let my darker desires out to play.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered. “Slowly.”

She gave me a sultry smile and slid her hands down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and the swell of her hips. She teased me with a swipe of her tongue across her lips as she undid her shorts, inching them down her smooth legs. Underneath, she wore a tiny black thong, and damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She slowly raised the tank top off her body and threw it across the room, revealing a black bra that barely covered anything. She stripped it off and looped her finger through a strap, holding it there for a second before letting it drop to the floor. There wasn’t a single hint of hesitation or shyness on her face.

I swallowed hard at the sight of her gorgeous, supple breasts and her smooth, pale stomach. No more piercings, but she had a tattooed phrase on her left side, across her ribs, although I couldn’t read what it said from here. I’d never been with a girl with a tattoo before, and the idea made me harder than anything I could remember.

She hooked a finger in her thong, raising her eyebrows at me. But I shook my head. I liked her like that, in nothing but her thong and her boots, waiting for me to take control.

“Tell me what you want,” she said. “I’ll do anything.”

Anything? I unbuckled my belt. “Get on your knees.”

She kneeled before me and knew exactly what to do after that. While she slid my jeans down, she gazed up at me with sinful brown eyes and moistened her red lips. Jesus, I was so excited just from watching her undress me I worried one touch of those sultry lips might set me off.

We’d find out soon enough.

I slid my hand into her pale hair and gripped it hard, holding her head in place. “Now, take it. Take it all.”

A brief, naughty smile crossed her face, and then she opened for me.

Flicking her tongue along my skin.

Taking me inside her mouth, deeper and deeper.

Sliding me in and out, between her pinup-girl lips.

“Fuck, Becca, you have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen,” I said, yanking at her hair as I thrust toward her. She opened wider, sucking me in all the way to the hilt. When her fingers squeezed my balls, I nearly lost control. If she kept this up, I’d explode in her mouth, and I wasn’t ready to come just yet.

I reached for the slim measure of control I still had and shoved her back, popping out of her mouth. “Enough.”

She licked at her lips and pouted up at me. “But I want more.”

“Oh, you’ll get more. Don’t worry.” I hauled her to her feet, one hand still tangled in her short, thick hair. With the other, I reached between her legs, searching her out, and she moaned as I rubbed against her. Her thong was practically dripping wet, clinging tight to her skin. “You liked that, didn’t you? Sucking me off?”

“Yes,” she gasped, as I ran a finger up and down the slick fabric.

Jesus, she really did enjoy this. Me being rough with her. Controlling her. Dominating her. I’d never done this with Tara or any other girl I’d been with. With them, I’d gone slow. I’d been gentle. I’d focused on making them happy, while holding back what I really craved.

Not tonight. With Becca, I was going to take what I wanted—but I’d make damn sure she enjoyed herself, too.

I dragged her head back, burying myself in her neck and in the taste of her. The thong was pushed aside, and my fingers found her even wetter underneath. She clung to my shirt, tearing it open and ripping it off me. I was pretty sure some of the buttons popped off in the process, but fuck it. I could get a new shirt later.

With one quick movement, I threw her on the bed. She bounced on the thick duvet and looked up at me from behind her dark lashes. She still wore that tiny black thong with those combat boots and nothing else, and she spread her knees wide in invitation.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes faster than I’d ever undressed in my life, then climbed over her, on top of her. Pressing her down into the bed. Rubbing against her. Only the thin fabric of her panties blocked me. I was dying to be inside her, but I wanted her to beg for it first.

I made my way down her body, stopping to lick every single inch of her beautiful breasts, taking extra time to worship her nipples. She liked it when I tugged at them with my teeth, when I sucked hard, when I mixed a little pain with the pleasure. It turned me on even more seeing her respond like that, with her back arching and little whimpers escaping from her lips. Her fingers found my hair, tugging at it hard, and I found I liked the pain as much as she did.

Next I kissed along her soft, smooth stomach and read the dark script tattooed along her ribs:
Every saint has a past. Every sinner has a future.
A quote by Oscar Wilde, one of my favorites. God, now I liked her even more. But who was the saint and who was the sinner tonight?

Moving lower, I traced the beautiful swell of her hips with my tongue. Every time she got too relaxed, I used my teeth, and each tiny bite made her moan even louder. By the time I got to the edge of her thong, she was writhing beneath me, thrusting up, trying to direct my head between her legs.

I tugged the thong down and off her, then kissed my way back up the insides of her thighs. For a moment, I just admired how sexy she was as I traced one finger slowly along her soft skin.

“So ready for me,” I murmured. “But not yet.”

The second my mouth made contact, she bucked underneath me, driving my lips harder against her. I sought her out with my tongue, lazily exploring her at first, then licking her with quick, deep strokes. Her knees tightened on either side of my head, and I dove deeper, sucking faster, taking her right to the edge. But right when her body started to tremble and tense, I pulled back, rising to my knees.

“Oh my god, you can’t stop now,” she said. “I’m so close.”

“I know,” I said, moving up her body. “But you’re not allowed to come yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

“Hurry.” She was so beautiful, lying naked before me, her platinum hair spread across the pillow. She barely knew me, yet she was completely trusting and eager for me to do whatever I wanted to her.

A new thought made me pause.

“Condoms,” I said. “Shit. I don’t have any. Tara and I stopped using them and…”

A flash of pain hit me at her name, at how I’d believed we’d be together forever. I hadn’t slept with anyone else in so long. Now she was off somewhere fucking Hector, no doubt. The image made me want to punch a hole in the wall and break down in tears at the same time.

Becca’s palms cupped my cheeks, turning my face back to hers, like she could tell I was getting sucked into painful memories again. She pulled me down for a sensual kiss, fitting our naked bodies together, and her comforting, tender embrace helped dissolve all the anger and sadness.

“I have some in my purse,” she whispered.

Thank god. I climbed off of her and fetched her purse. She fished out a condom and ripped it open, then slowly eased it onto me.

I drew her into my arms and kissed her, letting her sexy mouth wipe away any other thought but her. We licked and sucked each other’s lips, like we couldn’t get enough of the taste of us on each other. Then I pushed her down onto the bed and she parted for me.

I moved between her thighs, rubbing against her slowly, up and down, until she was gasping and digging her nails into my arms.

“Andy,” she said. “I can’t take it any longer. Please.”

That’s what I’d wanted to hear. I drove inside her, filling her in one hard movement. She was so warm and tight; for a second all I could do was stop and enjoy her. Then I began to move. Pounding into her with long, deep thrusts. Pulling myself nearly all the way out, then burying myself to the hilt, over and over again.

Her legs wrapped around my ass, drawing me in even deeper. Her nails bit into my back, probably leaving angry red marks there. I grabbed her hands, forcing them down onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head. She gasped, but her thighs tightened around me, like this was exactly what she’d been wanting all along. Me too, it turned out.

“Harder,” she whispered in my ear. “Faster. Rougher.”

I’d been holding back, worried I might hurt her, worried I’d go too far. But that didn’t seem to be an issue with Becca. Had I finally found the perfect girl for me, who would respond to every dirty thing I wanted to do to her?

“You want more?” I asked, impaling her with a sharp thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, her eyes clenched shut. I moved faster, giving her what she wanted, slamming into her again and again. Her fingers dug into the sheets above her head, and little cries escaped her lips each time I sank deeper inside her. Our bodies slapped together and the bed creaked beneath us as I let go of all control, losing myself in the exquisite feel of her.

The climax seemed to rush through her, making her back arch up and her heels dig harder into my ass. My hands tightened around her wrists, keeping her pinned down as she cried out so loud I was sure everyone in the hotel heard. Her entire body gripped me tighter, and the look on her face of sweet surrender tipped me over the edge, too.

The orgasm was so strong it was almost painful. I started to pull back as it crashed through my body, but she locked her legs around me, bucking her hips in time with my movements. She kept me deep within her, and we both rode the waves of pleasure until we’d given ourselves up to each other completely.