Tricks & Treats: A Romance Anthology (20 page)

Borden

I feel my breath, hitching, coming out slowly as she leans back from me. Her simple kiss has a profound effect on me, one that I have never experienced before.

And I have had tons of experience.

I was concerned about removing my mask, afraid that she would recognize me.

I capture her gaze and unable to resist touching her, I reach back up with my hand to wrap it around the back of her neck again. I run my thumb underneath her jawline, then over her cheek, to her lips. Lightly grazing them, I watch as her mouth opens slightly, taking tiny gasps of air as her chest rises and falls.

This time I lean forward, and just before touching her lips I whisper, "I know I don't know you, but I want you." I inhale and then exhaling softly, I add, "So bad."

She doesn't move away from me and with my heart pumping, I lean in to close the gap between us.

Her soft lips, opening underneath mine causes my head to explode, my body filling with lust. With my free hand, I pull her tighter to my body and wait for a reaction. She softens against me, her hands coming up into my hair.

I deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with hers, tasting her for the first time.

I want more.

I push her down onto the lounger, my heart racing, my cock throbbing. Settling between her legs, I move my lips down to her neck before coming up to whisper in her ear, "I think we should stop. Maybe go for a swim."

I feel her freeze underneath me. I lift my head so I can look into her eyes.

"Trust me. I want this to go further but if you want this to stop 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.

I question myself, my actions. Usually I never hold back from seducing a girl, just wanting the next sexually satisfying, no strings attached encounter.

But with Cass it is different. Even though I have a flight in the morning, taking me to my next tour, I don't want to rush things with her.

I hear her soft sigh as she begrudgingly says, "A swim might be a good idea."

Reluctantly pushing myself off of her, I quickly tug my t-shirt over my head before unzipping my jeans, her eyes on me as I tug them off completely along with my low rise boots. Standing in just my underwear, her eyes slowly wander over me, making my erection pulse against my shorts.

Turning to the pool, I do a running dive and then kick my way to the surface. Cass is still standing, fully clothed, watching me.

"You coming in?" I tease, grinning at her.

She bites her lips and then she shyly says, "Turn around."

I do as I am 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, the curve of her waist before the flare of her hips, I suddenly want this woman more than anyone I have ever met before.

She is so exotically sensual.

Her long brown hair, piled on top 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…if only for one night.

She does a circle around me, grinning, then laughing as she splashes me with her legs as she swims 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 and then her legs, returning my kiss eagerly.

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

Holding her gaze, I push her back against the pool wall, my hands on either side of her, allowing her escape if she wants it. 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. 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 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, wishing I could rip the bra off of her.

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

She moans, encouraging me.

I slip my finger and then my whole hand under her underwear so I can cup her bare ass. Her skin feels like silk. So soft, so seductive.

I want more.

"Cass..." I whisper heatedly against her lips. My cock is going to explode at any moment. I 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 inside 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," I whisper, knowing as I admit this that I am probably ruining my chances with her.

But I'd rather that than walk away and have her hate me for not telling her.

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

She finally brings her lips back to 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, trying to control myself, from the abruptness of being suddenly disconnected from her.

She swims away from me and slowly climbs out of the pool, her long brown hair now 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, holding out her hand.

My heart jumps, my cock swelling even more. I don't waste a second and quickly swim over to climb out of the pool. She takes my hand, not letting go, as we each pick up our clothes that we had strewn around the pool deck.

Pulling her into me, I ask while holding her gaze, "Are you sure?"

She smiles, gently, warmly as she nods.

I allow her to move away so that she can lead me to her apartment. Reaching the door, she retrieves the key from her jean pocket and slides it easily into the slot.

The only sound as she swings the door open is our breathing. I feel as if my heart is going to beat out of my chest.

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

My gaze moves up 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 to her bedroom. We both simultaneously drop our clothes to the floor that we had each clutched in our hands.

My chest is hurting, I am filled with so much trepidation, fear that I may hurt her somehow.

Slowly, I pull her to me and I 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.

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

My hands shaking, I turn her around and press her forward until her knees come into contact with her bed.

"Lie down," I whisper, as I 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 am 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 to me I feel pre-cum leak from my cock, anxious. But I want to take this slow, 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 asking 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 tight.

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

I force myself to step back from her to reach into my pocket and retrieve my wallet. I remove a condom that I keep there for emergencies.

Slipping it on, I step back to Cass. She hasn't moved, she is just lying there waiting anxiously for me.

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 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.

My hips take over on their own accord, wanting to sink deeper, quicker into her. I inhale her breath as she inhales mine as I plunder her, going faster and faster until I feel her squeezing me, her eyes closing.

I let go, feeling more than just an orgasm.

I feel something in my soul change as well.

Gasping, I fall onto her.

Cass

Slowly, I float, satiated, back to reality.

I inhale Borden's scent, reveling in it.

That was the most intense feeling I have ever felt. His weight resting on top of me reassures me. 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 entwined in mine above my head, squeezing. He kisses me softly.

I have never taken a guy home before for a one-night stand. My decision to do so tonight, I don't regret.

He lets go of my hands and I bring my arms to wrap around him, returning his kisses eagerly.

"You are insatiable," he chuckles against my lips just before he pushes himself off of 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 and then relaxes onto his back next to me.

I quickly draped myself over him, not wanting to be disconnected. I place my chin on his chest, tugging lightly on the hair around his nipple, as I stare up at him.

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

"So you leave in the morning, huh?" I ask.

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?"

He lets out a sigh, searching my face, probing, making me wonder what he is 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.

"So we only have tonight?" I ask. I feel my heart yearning for something more. 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.

"What time in the morning do you have to leave?" I 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 his heart.

"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. Tears blurring my eyes, I quickly drop them back to his chest. Leaning down, I place a kiss on his nipple.

Why did I have to have such a strong connection with someone that can't be a part of my life.

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, "I want to see you 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 is 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 am 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. He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

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

Leaving his mouth, I sit up, stare down at him, and absorbing the feeling of his hands caressing, molding, 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 is an invisible string between us.

I have never been so swept away.

But he will leave me soon.

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 is mine.

I continue kissing his chest, wanting to remember the taste of his skin. He is now pulsating heavily underneath me. Lifting myself, I look down between my legs, wanting him inside of me so badly.

"Do you have any condoms?" he asks.

I keep staring, wanting him in me with no barrier.

I wrap my hand around him. He's so thick and long and I can feel his throbbing pulse. Slowly I move my hand down his shaft. His breath hisses out.

I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I have only one night with this incredible man.

Lifting myself further, I hold him at my entrance, waiting for him to stop me, praying that he won't. Slowly I insert the tip, bringing my eyes up to his. He is clenching his jaw, his eyes penetrating me.

I watch him as he watches me, each of us reveling in the feeling of the other as I continue to slowly lower myself. I sigh deeply, contentedly as I sit fully on him, allowing myself to stretch around his thick, long length.

Leaning back, I place my hands on his upper thighs for leverage to lift and lower myself, my head thrown back at the sheer feeling of him stretching me, of me taking possession of him. His hands come to grasp my ass, assisting in helping me move more rapidly, more deeply, on top of him.

"Cass..." he moans my name and then I feel his breath on my tightened nipple as he sits up. He releases one hand from my ass to cup my breast, his hot mouth latching onto my breast.

I grind myself onto him, wanting to absorb every inch of him into me.

"Fuck..." he pants as he releases my nipple to move to the other.

The hand that is still on my bottom, squeezes tighter, tugging me down faster and faster onto his cock.

I lift my head and staring into his eyes, I let myself go, his name coming softly from my lips as I shudder and shake. I feel my orgasm flow through my entire body, causing my toes to curl into the bedding that has become bunched around us. I collapse forward onto him but he isn't done with me.

He quickly flips us so I am on the bottom before he is flipping me again, pushing me to my stomach before he roughly grabs my hips, pulling me up until I am on my hands and knees before him.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he is slamming himself back inside of me, rooting himself deep. His thrusts become almost violent but it only spurs me on as my breasts swing back and forth, my arms threatening to give out.

Leaning over my back, he whispers, "I am going to cum in you."

My womb clenches, my vagina squeezing him at his words as another orgasm rakes through me. I feel him spurting in me, the feeling our combined liquid, causing another quake to flow through me.

I fall forward onto my stomach, with Borden landing on top of me.

We are silent for a few moments before reality seeps in. I feel him stiffen.

"I hope you are on birth control," he whispers.

"Yes," I whisper back. I feel him relax.

There's a few moments of silence and then he whispers, "I have never done that before."

I freeze.

"What?" I ask.

"I've never had sex without a condom."

Stunned, I ask, "Not even with a girlfriend?"

He is quiet before he admits, "I've never had a steady girlfriend."

He pushes himself off of me. I lay there, now stunned because this hot guy has unbelievably never had a girlfriend.

Turning onto my back, I look at him sitting on the edge of my bed, the long hair and tattoos screaming the opposite of what I am learning about this man.

"Why have you never had a girlfriend?" I ask quietly.

He sighs as I watch him mull over how to respond to me.

"I travel a lot," is his final response, cautious.

There is something that he doesn't want me to know. I can feel it.

"Why do you travel so much?"

His eyes come to me quickly.

"For work," he responds, caution in his tone.

I look him over, wanting to ask more but I sense he won't be open to this line of questioning.

"This is a one-night stand,"
I silently remind myself.
"We are not here to get to know each other's lives. Just a mutually satisfying night."

Sitting up, I kiss his shoulder and I feel him relax as his arm comes around me.

"I need to shower. Come with me," he whispers into my hair.

I nod and allow him to pull me to my feet. I show him the way to my bathroom. He gently moves his hands over my body, almost reverently, as he cleans me.

Stepping from the shower, he gently kisses my shoulder as I brush my hair at the sink. I look at him through the mirror and see the remorse in his eyes.

"I have to go," he whispers.

"NO!"
My mind screams, my brush pausing in my strokes.
"It's too soon."

Instead, I bite my lip, as I hold his eyes.

"Cass..." he sighs, his head coming down to rest against my shoulder. I feel his heavy sigh against my skin and then he is lifting his head again before turning me to face him. Sliding both of his hands under my jaw, he lifts my face so he can press kisses to my lips.

My heart feels as if it is being torn from my chest. I feel a sob wanting to escape and I can't help myself as my arms go around him, trying to keep him from going.

He pulls me tight, kissing me softly. Then soon, much too soon, he is reaching up to unclasp my clinging arms from around his neck.

I know I have to let go.

I force my arms to remain at my side, instead of turning into the clinging person I don't want to be.

He takes my hand and leads me back to my bedroom. I sit on the edge of my bed with only my towel around me, my heart wrenching as I watch him slip his boots and jeans on. I can't fight the tears as he pulls his t-shirt down over his damp hair. He was here with me for such a short time but still managed to touch me deeply.