My Only Regret (Twisted Fate Book 1) (3 page)

"How long has your band been together?"

"Technically, about seven years, but we've only been doing the bar scene for three. Before that we mostly played at college parties or weddings. Back then it was more for fun, now it's time to get serious. We have a couple of record producers scouting us. It's only a matter of time before we make it big." He squeezes my hand and in that moment I don't doubt for one moment that he will someday be famous. There is no way he couldn't be. He has the looks, the voice, the confidence. I know that what we are about to share will only be for tonight, but I secretly hope that one day I will see him again, and get the chance to tell him that I always knew he would make it.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three. How about you?"

"Same." I smile, enjoying the simplicity of our conversation. I've only known him for a few short hours, technically less than thirty minutes, but I feel as if I've known him my whole life. He’s so easy to talk to. Listening to his smooth voice does something between my legs that sets my whole body on fire.

"So, you know what I do to make money, tell me what you do with your time."

"I'm an administrative assistant." I watch as his face wrinkles in confusion.

"What is that, like a secretary or something?" His thumb tickles mindlessly over my knuckles and the effect it has on me is hard to explain, but I silently beg him not to stop.

"Yeah, something like that." I tilt my head and flash my best smile. "Basically, I keep my asshole boss and his team organized, manage his calendar, prepare documents, and keep case files intact. I know, it sounds incredibly boring, but I'm pretty good at it." His hand gives mine a quick squeeze before shifting to settle above my knee. My breathing accelerates and I shift slightly, leaning further into his touch. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"One Brother, his name is Tyler and he plays lead guitar in the band." I nod, recalling the resemblance between them when they were on stage. He pulls into a drive and parks the car, then moves closer and cups my face in his hands. "Are we done with the twenty questions?" His tongue skirts over the seam of my lips, then pulls back, teasing me. I stare into his warm eyes and give an apologetic shrug. "I hope so, because as much as I enjoy talking with you, and I truly do." He kisses me deeply, and when he pulls away I’m left with my lips parted, longing for more. "I'd really love to take you inside and fuck you now." The underwear I’m wearing suddenly feels as if it’s been caught in a rainstorm.

W
e step through the door, and before it fully closes, Jesse has me pinned against the wall. I lock my hands around his neck and wrap one leg around the back of his. With arms of steel, he lifts me to his waist and holds me there, pausing momentarily to lock eyes with my mine. My hands move up his body, inching his shirt up as I go. He lifts his arms over his head and I pull it up and over his broad shoulders. With his chest exposed it's hard to focus on anything else around me. It's clear that he takes his workouts seriously, and each muscle is perfectly defined. As my thumbs trace over the hills and valleys that make up his torso I want to run my tongue over every dip and groove but at this angle it isn't possible. I leave a trail of kisses before pressing my lips firmly on his warm mouth. His lips open as the tip of my tongue probes against their softness, seeking to gain entry. Our tongues glide together fluidly, as if old friends, and I feel the vibration ripple through me as he moans under my lead. As we kiss we work our way toward the kitchen, still grunting and groping as we inch along.

Strong hands reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and my lacey bra soon follows. Now we are skin against skin and the heat radiating off his body is electrifying. He lifts me higher, drawing my breast in his warm mouth, and I moan out loud as his soft tongue swirls around a hardened peak. He moves to the other, fully erect and longing for the same attention, and he elicits the same reaction out of me. If it wasn't obvious to him before, I'm certain it is by now, it's been awhile since anyone has touched me in this way. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had sex before, but it's usually with someone that has at least taken me out to dinner and pretended to want more than a night of sex. Let me just say that for the past few months I haven't had anyone interest me the way this man does, and I've most assuredly never had anyone speak to me, or touch me, like Jesse does. Honestly, if it had been anyone else I probably would have thrown my drink in his face, but there was something about him that made me want to hear those things. Now that I'm in his arms, with his mouth wrapped around my breast, I'm quite certain I made the right choice.

I shift my legs, seeking leverage as I slip my hand lower and palm the bulge in his jeans. I grind the heel of my hand further into him and gasp as I feel him suck my nipple firmly between his teeth. With both hands I manage to undo his pants, then work them down his muscular thighs, freeing his massive erection. I cup one hand around the thick base and slowly work my way up, stroking the taut flesh. Suddenly, he's on his knees, and my clothes end up in a pile on the floor next to his. His hands smooth over the front of my thighs and he stares up at me before dipping his head to place a tender kiss above my pubic bone. His hazel eyes are filled with lust and I hold my breath, anticipating what he’ll do next.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers, before parting me with his skilled tongue. I gasp, rolling my hips with his movements. Soon, his hands cup my rear, pushing me deeper into his mouth, and I bury my hands in his hair, holding him there until he takes me over the edge of the precipice and my legs are about to buckle. He places a tender kiss over the sensitive area, then he looks up through long lashes and smiles knowingly. Just when I think he may need a minute, he flips me around and bends me over the kitchen counter, pausing only a moment to slip on a condom. Cold granite stings my breasts, but that pain is soon forgotten as he fills me from behind. He slowly builds a rhythm, and soon I am pressing back into each thrust, begging for him to give more. The room is quiet, save for the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and that of our own groans as together we race toward our release. Then, he pulls out, and my body, missing him already, presses against him once more. He turns me around to face him and lifts me, carrying me to the dining room table. He places me on the edge and steps between my legs, then, slowly guides the crown back in. My greedy body squeezes against him, preventing him from straying too far, and he lets out a throaty chuckle against my lips. As his hips thrust to a beat of their own making, his tongue follows the same rhythm in my hungry mouth.
 

I'm about to climax when he pulls out, drawing out our pleasure once more, and moves us to the stairs. I assume we are heading for the bedroom but it seems that Jesse has other plans. My back meets the polished wood and my legs part wide enough for him to fill the empty space. My body arches, seeking him, and I cry out as he plunges in with a force that has him filling me so completely my head is spinning. The sheer pleasure is greater than I've ever known, more satisfying than the finest food or wine. My heels dig into his hips, holding him in place, and as he rolls into me he grunts and kisses my neck. I'm panting loudly, fighting to hold back my release so this never ends.
 

"Fuck, baby." He growls, wedging his knee up higher on the step and giving himself leverage to drive harder. The hard wood presses roughly into my back and while I know it should hurt like hell, it doesn't. All I am able to concentrate on is how we are joined together, and how amazing it feels. I glance down and watch as he glides in and out of me, and I marvel at how perfect we look together, as if we were made for each other. His endurance is impressive, and just when I think I can't take anymore, I reach a crescendo and climax around him. I let out an incoherent cry as my body trembles under his weight and he follows my lead. We hold each other as we come down, unable to speak but saying everything without words. Something happened here that was more than just great sex. In this state of mind I'm not able to completely comprehend, but I know there's more. He kisses me a few more times before lifting me off the stairs and carrying me to his bed, where we fall asleep, fully sated, and completely spent.
 

S
leeping in someone else's bed has always been difficult for me. I opened my eyes sometime after five in the morning and can't get back to sleep. I contemplate sneaking out, but I’m not really sure what kind of neighborhood I'm in. I slip quietly out of bed and pause to look at the beautiful man lying on his stomach next to where I had just been. I still feel him everywhere on my body. There isn't a single speck of skin that hasn't been touched by his skilled hands or mouth. I sigh deeply and walk quietly to the bathroom. I empty my bladder and brush my teeth with my finger and some toothpaste I find lying next to the sink. I stand naked in front of the mirror and run my fingertips over the small bruises left along my neck and breasts. I had been awakened sometime in the early morning hours by Jesse's lips on my breast and his hand between my legs and during that heated exchange he had left me those little reminders. My eyes continue down and I see another just above my pubic bone, and one more on my inner thigh. I sigh, remembering that one. He placed it there just after giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life, surpassed only by the one that immediately followed. My fingers instinctively go there, touching the mark, almost as if my touch will preserve it there forever. This man may be young, but he fucks like he's been doing it for years. I went into this knowing that it was just for tonight, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't long for many more nights of the same intensity.

I may be young, but I'm no fool. I know that a man like this comes along once, maybe twice, in a lifetime. Since luck has never been on my side, I'm pretty sure that this is my once in a lifetime.
 

I switch off the light, ending my trip down the road of my sexual memory lane, and climb back into bed beside him. He's still lying in the same position, but when I settle I feel his hand reach out for me, searching in the darkness and settling on my left breast. His breathing is steady, but his nimble fingers move expertly over my nipple, pulling it taut and teasing until I'm nearly panting. I love when a man plays with my breasts, always have, and this musician plays me like a finely tuned instrument. His hand skims down my torso, and those same skilled fingers part my folds and slip inside my already wet center, moving back and forth slowly, but with determination. I feel his body press into mine and realize that while he may still be half asleep, his cock is fully awake and pressing up against my thigh. I reach my hand down and stroke him slowly, but purposefully. I know he may be sleepy, but right now I am selfish, and I want him awake. In my heart I know that this will all be over soon, and in this moment I want nothing more than to let him have his way with me, however many more times he has the strength for. He wakes with a soft moan and climbs on top of me, hovering above me so his weight is resting on his forearms, and his thick hair is falling around his handsome face.
 

When he enters, he does it slowly, and I know this time is nothing like the previous times he's taken me. Last night we fucked, hard. Now, he's taking his time and savoring the moment. This time, he's making love to me, just as he promised. His movements are slow, and determined. With every powerful thrust he doesn't just claim me, he owns me, and I give myself over willingly. I don’t think about tomorrow, my job or the boss I hate. I only think about how incredibly perfect and right it feels to be looking at him as he stares into my eyes and takes me over the edge once again. As my body trembles beneath him I only focus on how incredible it feels to scream out his name, over and over, until he fills me with his own release. When it's over, and he's covering me in small kisses, telling me how incredibly perfect I am, it's only then that he stops to ask my name.

I open my mouth to answer and I draw a complete blank.

He lets out a throaty chuckle and I smile, kissing him once more as I cup his perfect face in my hands. "You know, it doesn't even matter." He places his forehead to mine once again and kisses me softly on the lips. "Thank you, for everything. I'll never forget this night for as long as I live.

"Neither will I, baby." He said, stroking his thumb over my parted lips. "Neither will I."

W
e fall asleep in each other's arms, and I manage to sleep several more hours before I open my eyes and remember where I am. I slip out of bed once again, and grab what clothes I can find off the floor. I dress quietly in the bathroom and walk through the bedroom towards the door, pausing to take one last look at the man who has forever changed me. Never again will I settle for satisfactory kissing, boring sex, or a lover that doesn't believe in oral sex. This man has introduced me to a world where real men excel in all of the above and are willing to prove it to the right woman. I pray that one day I will find someone like him again. I close the door and walk down the hall and into the kitchen. Everywhere I look is a reminder of where he claimed me the night before. I find myself wondering if he will look at these same surfaces and think the same thing. Somehow, I doubt he will, but for one brief moment I allow myself to believe that somewhere, in the back of his mind, a little piece of me will remain with him forever. I find a pad of paper and a pen, and in a moment of weakness I leave a quick note.

Jesse,

Thank you for the best night of my life. I know I will remember it always, well, at least until the marks fade away, and then somehow I know I will continue to feel your lips on my skin. You have shown me what it feels like to be treated like a real woman, and for that I will be forever grateful. Never again will I settle for mediocrity, you have given me a taste of perfection, and now I have an insatiable hunger.

Good luck with your band. I wish you all the future success you could ever dream of, and more. You are a great guy and you deserve to have it all.