3. FIRST MISTAKE
DOMINIC
I want her bad. My brain has stopped reasoning with my body, and my dick’s taken over the show. She’s fucking delicious—I need her. Not that I can’t stop. I can always stop, but I won’t jinx myself by thinking she’ll change her mind.
Thank God I live alone. I barely have time to open the door to my apartment. She moans so sweetly against my mouth as I push her inside and lock behind us.
I start with her shirt in the hallway. “Arms up,” I whisper, and she complies. A pink bra with something lacey on it appears, and I groan to myself. I see her nipples through the sheer fabric.
“You want this? You sure?” I ask again, just like I did on our way here. Just like I did in the elevator. I love how her white breasts ripple like Jell-O with every gasp she lets out.
“I do,” she says. “Yes—yes.”
I suck a plump lip into my mouth, our breaths getting heavier. The “riiip” from her zipper pierces the silence, reminding us that this is serious. Two hours ago, neither of us knew the other existed. I don’t give a shit, but girls do. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Dominic. She’s fucking hammered. What if she accuses you of rape?
“You want your pants off, baby?” I still ask, praying she doesn’t say no. I’d have to return to the gym.
Pandora doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah—pants off.”
I press the length of her body against mine, grinding my erection against her bare belly. Her skin is so soft. I take my hands and stuff them down the back of her pants, inside her underwear, and don’t stop until I cup both of her ass cheeks and squeeze.
“Fuck, Panda,” I hiss. I knead them, pulling them slightly apart, and nudge down the fabric covering them. Soon, her pants are around her thighs with her underwear, and she’s panting erratically.
I step back to look at her. Pandora’s face is flushed with arousal, and I allow my eyes to burn into her when I peruse her breasts inside that half-decent bra. I reach out and flip the cups down, leaving her boobs to quiver on top.
Ah, she’s so fucking…
“I’ll take you home,” I hear my own voice going through the mechanics of politeness I don’t own. My fingers run over her hipbones, into the hollows beside her pelvic bone, while my eyes devour that tiny dark triangle adorning the plum-colored flesh I crave.
“No,” she whispers so quietly. “You want it too, I can tell.”
I swallow hard.
“I… ah, I’ll just touch you,” I promise, but as I say the words, I bend my knees and pull her up against me. I still have my jeans on, but it’s good—so good—to know she’s bare against me.
Pandora has already kicked her pumps off, and now I step on her pants so she can free a leg. It’s all I need. I seek out her mouth again, swiping past her lips and finding her tongue. Those little sounds of pleasure she makes drive me insane.
I hike one of her knees up and press her against me. She’s open to me now. My hands slide back over her butt, into her crevice, moving down, down, until I find the moist heat I’m dying for. She’s velvety soft there, with fine hairs framing heaven. Pure heaven, I know it is already, and I want it like crazy.
“Is this okay? Do you mind if I feel you?” I ask. Her heart is racing against my chest.
“Oh, please,” she sighs, and I cover her mouth again, absorbing her breath with my own uneven one.
Her opening is right under the pad of my index finger. “Here?” I ask, teasing her—perhaps myself. I can’t wait for this. I need to know if she’s as hot, as moist as I hope.
I apply a little bit of pressure. Pandora spreads wider for me, grinds against me, wanting it as badly as I do. She’s making me smile. I circle her with my fingertip. She shudders.
“Are you going to come this easily for me?” I ask.
“Dominic.” She sounds like she’s about to sob.
“Yeah, babe? What’s up?” I probe at her core, my finger more insistent this time.
When the pressure increases in just the right spot, she leans back into my arms and stares up at me, gaze hazy with lust. She holds her breath, waiting.
“Last call. Yes?” I whisper, unable to voice the “no” option anymore. She nods slowly.
“Okay…” I slip two fingers inside of her, and she’s warm, so slick.
“Ah,” is all she says, and I would bury myself to the hilt right here, right now. Forget condoms, rules, is what my dick tells me. Instead I push my fingers inside her slowly, and she arches into my hand. I am so fucking turned on.
I withdraw and swivel her toward the mirror. I stand behind her, my rock-hard extension wedged in between her butt cheeks. We have the same expression on our faces. Our lips are parted, and our eyelids droop. We both watch my hands trace over her puckered nipples, down her belly. We stare as I pull her lips apart and reveal glistening pink. Then, her sex disappears from view as my hand slides down and cups it.
Pandora cries out when I let myself into her again, my two fingers sliding back in from the front, and she quivers around them. I suck on her neck as she comes into my palm. I slow down, prolonging her pleasure. Making sure to apply pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand.
“Yes, baby,” I soothe her. “Go on—keep coming for me.”
I keep her steady on her feet as we walk to my bedroom. She wasn’t too drunk to orgasm, so I don’t feel bad anymore.
“You have one-night stands often?” I ask as I lower her onto the bed. I roll her jeans off the other leg too and throw them on the floor with my own. I undo her bra, kiss her mouth. Nibble on a breast while I wait for her answer. She squirms under me and wants to pull me in over her.
“Maybe I do,” she says, and I know she’s lying. This might be her first one. I hope to God she’s had sex before. If she hasn’t, I’m an asshole. There’s no going back now, though. No more chitchat; I need to slam into her.
“Mind if I slide in?” I ask casually, and she giggles.
“Please. You wearin’ protection, right?”
“Of course.” I glide my dick against her slit. Back and forth, back and forth. It moves so smoothly in the natural lubrication from her climax that suddenly I’m inside her. We groan together, Pandora’s eyes widening under me.
“So. Tight,” I husk out. There’s no cry of pain from her, and I’m thankful that I didn’t just pop her cherry. Then, I start a slow rhythm, rocking in and out of her carefully. She draws me down, her fingers digging into my ass as she moves under me. Her thighs are parted wide for me, and I go in as deep as I can. She knows what she wants, this girl, and soon—soon—she’s climbing around me and her body’s tensing again.
“Ah, babe—you’re awesome.” I swear I sound like I’m about to fucking cry. I pick up speed, moving faster with her, and she arches, clawing me closer.
I look down at her through the haze of my desire. Pandora’s mouth is a deep, swollen red. “Your lips… ah, fuck!”
A small, high-pitched squeal presses out through those lips. I realize that she’s coming again, and I can’t take it another second.
I lose control.
I’m in so deep. I roll into her, and when I start to shudder, I clutch her close as if this isn’t merely a one-nighter.
For some reason, I’m still awake. It’s been an hour since Pandora stopped chattering and fell asleep. She’s got a light snore going, and I wonder if it’s because she’s still drunk. Maybe she’s a snorer? The thought makes me smile.
Her body is beautiful. I see a lot of skin at the Elysium Spa, all shapes and sizes of people. Generally, I don’t take notice. But here in my bed, it’s different. Oh yes, tonight I notice, and I’m enjoying the view.
I’ve just had sex with this woman, so I’m entitled to touch her. I won’t have that privilege tomorrow or the day after. I trace her collarbone down to a breast. It spills out on her lowered side, and I fill my palm with it. Now that she’s not aroused anymore, her aureole seems lighter, a puffy pink.
While I watch her, my mind strays to how busy I am. I’m in the last year of my degree. I exercise to keep my sanity, but that’s all I do besides school and work. My life has no room for anything—anyone—else.
In ten months, I’ll be heading back west where I’m partnering in my uncle’s healthy little PT practice. Can’t wait to get out of this town.
I’m brought back by Pandora gasping into consciousness and sitting up in bed. “Ohmigod,” she mumbles, eyes floating to meet mine. I remain sprawled out, waiting.
“Shit.” She shakes her head sluggishly. I realize she’s way worse than I thought. Wow. The last drink she had must have taken its time kicking in. “My stomach,” she says, face already a shade paler, from nausea I’m guessing. “Where’s my phone?”
I check the alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s four a.m., and she shouldn’t be calling anyone at this hour. Except—
“I totally ditched my friends!”
True.
An iPhone peeks out of the back pocket of her jeans on the floor. I marvel at how it didn’t fall all the way out when I ripped her clothes off. I lean over, grab it, and hand her the device.
Fumbling, she swears under her breath. “Piece of crap doesn’t work.”
“Gimme.” I turn it on for her. “Who do you want to call? I’ll dial for you.”
She pinches her eyebrows together in an exaggerated frown and tries to glare at me. Only she can’t focus entirely. Yeah, she’s so not good.
“No! I know how to use a phone,” she manages. “Mica—she’s the best. She’ll cover for me.” Her fingers race down her address list while she mouths, “M… mmm. Not Nnnn—starts with Mmm.”
Even senseless, she’s gorgeous.
She must have found Mica under her “M’s,” because she’s waiting, phone to her ear.
“Pandora-honey?” someone gasps out. “The Lord Almighty—we’ve been so scared! What… are you okay? It’s so late!”
Pandora makes a strangled sound in her throat. She covers her phone and hisses, “I. Called. Mom!”
I flop back against the pillow and laugh silently. I won’t make this worse for her, but that is simply hilarious.
“Not funny,” she explains, before she hands me the phone. I stare at her. On the other end, her mother sounds like a witch the way she cackles out never-ending strings of questions.
“Your dad’s about to get in the car and drive to the airport and—
“Why didn’t you call? You were supposed to call from the very first rest stop—every hour, we said, remember—
“Miss Pandora, answer me this minute, or you’ll never—
“Dad says he’ll stop paying your—
“Count the times I’ve called you, okay? COUNT them.”
Wow. Wee-wow.
I rest the phone against my stomach so Mother Dearest can’t hear. “Are you a fifteen-year-old on the run? Or just abnormally overprotected?”
“Overporrtr…” She starts again. “Overprostect…” She growls, frustrated with herself. “The last thing.”
“You want to talk with her?” I say.
“You talk.”
What? Oh, hell no.
“Okay, no. I’m hanging up, then.”
“Please! You don’t understand—they’ll be on their way here!”
The lady’s voice literally buzzes from the speaker and into my skin. It’s ridiculous. Does she ever stop prattling?
“Pandora. Tell her you’re fine, you realized you forgot to call, and wanted to apologize. You’ll call tomorrow because you’re sleepy.”
She hesitates, eyes swimming. “Don’t want to.”
“So… you’d rather they pay you a visit?”
She holds my gaze for four drunken seconds before she reaches out and grabs the phone. A long inhale later, and she’s got it pressed against her ear.
“Mom, ssshhhh. I’m fine. Just realized…” Her lips move, practicing the next words quietly. “I forgot. Soooo sorry.”
Yeah, that was a lot of “soooo.” Well. I curve my index finger over my mouth to hide my amusement.
Another tirade I don’t care to focus on litters out of the speaker. I catch “young lady” and “last warning.”
“Yes…” She stares at me for support, and I mouth, “Soooo sorry.” She doesn’t get that I’m teasing her. Instead, she nods and repeats it, every vowel much longer than the first time. I groan.
The tirade stops dead on the other end.
“Pandora!” her mother barks. “Are you DRUNK?”
That sobers her up. “Oh, geez, Mom, I’m just sleepy,” Pandora says, and she sounds absolutely, one hundred percent lucid. Amazing. “Talk in the morning, ’kay? Love ya.”
Then, she hangs up. “How’s that, Dominic?” She accentuates it like she’s still learning my name.
“Want my opinion?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Train wreck. Total train wreck. The evil witch will be here tomorrow.”
With my arms under my head on the pillow, I’m on my back, staring at her. I love the way her boobs jiggle when she laughs. My dick’s stirring again at the sight.
“Meanie,” she says, and straddles me. I don’t move my hands from behind my neck but check out her hips grinding on top of me, how she’s pleasuring herself with me growing under her—right where it counts.
“Another go?” I ask, my hand already targeting the night table. The pressure of her core lightens against me while she leans in to suck on my lips. Her hair surrounds us, and I grab a lock to steady her head, guiding her fully to my mouth.
Once my dick’s all wrapped again, she splays out over my hips and I hook into her. We both exhale with relief as she guides herself down until I am deep, so deep, inside of her.
“God, you’re so damn perfect,” I stutter.