Read That One Time Online

Authors: Marian Tee

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Contemporary Fiction, #New Adult & College, #Holidays, #Romantic Comedy

That One Time (3 page)

It was so wrong to feel like this in such a public place. She knew that, knew it should matter but she just couldn’t make herself care. She couldn’t even stop her hips from moving, meeting the thrust of his finger. She tried to slow it down at least but he shook his head at her, the hard look on his face telling Ayah he demanded her total surrender.

She shook her head back at him.

He responded by pushing another finger in.

Oh!

This time, when he pulled his fingers out and thrust it back in again, she was totally gone, her hips moving on its own accord, passionately welcoming the penetration of his fingers.

More, more, please, more.
She screamed the words out in her mind as he kept fucking her with his fingers. In her mind, a small voice told her she was being such a slut. But she pushed that voice away and replaced it with another – the one that never stopped dreaming, not even when she had hit rock bottom after her mother’s death. That voice told her that Luuk Aafjes was the man she had never dared to dream of but should.
 

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, Ayah using it to communicate to Luuk that she wanted him so, so much.
 

He responded by taking her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, a bold proclamation that her lips, her mouth, her everything was his. And it was.
Oh,
she thought with a shudder
, it was
. It was.

And as he fucked her mouth with his tongue, Ayah’s body was fucked another way, too, with his thumb moving up and circling her clit. She had never been touched there, never – not by her own hands or another’s but when his thumb covered her clit entirely, she could feel her entire body blossoming. It was like that one tiny part of her body was meant to open to him alone, and it did so gloriously, her orgasm completely taking him by surprise.
 

Nic could only stare at Ayah’s face with hungry desire as she climaxed in his arms, with his fingers still relentlessly plowing into her warmth, sinking his fingers again and again in her warm heat. When the tremors that racked her body finally slowed down, her eyes fluttered open, those pretty green orbs darkened to a beautiful jade color.

“Lu…” She paused then with a becoming blush, she whispered, “Lieverd.”

Shit.

She looked like she was in love with him.

 

~ Two ~

 

Over half an hour had passed before the girl in his arms stirred awake. As he waited for her to speak, Nic prepared himself for the usual questions that both naïve innocents and gold diggers asked.

“What are we now?”

“Was it good?”

“I can’t believe I just gave myself to you so easily. There must be something special between us.”

“Oh my God.”

If she asked any of those, he would not be surprised, but he would be disappointed.

“Luuk?”

It took him a second to answer. He was still unused to being called another man’s name, and he definitely disliked it still. “Yes?”

Ayah was still nestled in his arms, her back against his chest. She liked it that way, especially with what she was about to ask.

Nic felt her drawing a deep breath.
Here it comes,
he thought.

“Am I still a virgin?”
 

What the fuck?
Nic nearly forgot all about being cool, sophisticated, and experienced to
gape
at her. Was she truly asking such a question? He waited for her to take it back but she only gazed at him with dread and embarrassment.
 

When she did not speak, she added earnestly, “I’m not blaming you, okay? I just want to…know. I’ve heard of how some women, you know, when they ride a bike or a horse…too long?”

She had lost him at the word bike. He reminded her mildly, “It was not my cock that fucked you.”

The words had her red-faced. “I
know
that but it seemed like…when you…” She clenched her fist in his face.
 

The action left Nic bemused. He was normally considered a fairly intelligent man, but Ayah was quickly proving to have the impressive skill of confounding him. “What does that mean?”

Ayah whispered shamefully, “I meant…when you did that…it was so…” She clenched her fist again.

He gave up trying to understand her. “What does this mean?” He clenched his fist the same way she did.

She gazed at him with intense frustration. After a beat, she mumbled something under her breath.

He cocked his head towards her, letting her know silently that her words were barely louder than a mouse’s squeak. “Lieverd, you have lost me.”

Teeth clenched, her face a picture of acute embarrassment, she visibly forced her next words out. “Am I still a virgin even if you fucked me that
hard
?” She shook her fist at him.

Three long seconds passed before he fully assimilated that her fisted fingers were supposed to mean ‘hard’ in fucking.

Luuk’s bark of laughter had Ayah sighing. “I’m serious.” She meant it. When she was in high school, Ayah had researched about various sports, hoping she could find one that would help her lose weight. One article led to another and in the process, she had stumbled upon several reports about female athletes having their hymens broken due to years of horseback riding and cycling. It seemed like a strange way to lose one’s virginity, and Ayah wondered if the unstoppable desire she felt for Luuk had doomed her to the same thing.
 

Seeing the genuine worry in her eyes, Nic strove for a level tone as he assured her, “You’re still a virgin, lieverd. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“Oh.” The relief on Ayah’s face produced conflicting emotions inside him. In a way, he was pleased that he had not taken her virginity. However, the thought that some other man
would
possess her body for the first time did not please him. More than that, every cell of his body was angered by the thought alone, and feelings of possessiveness erupted inside Nic.

“Ayah?”

He sounded…angry, Ayah realized. Why? She twisted her head around, about to ask him what was wrong but instead she found herself being kissed. There wasn’t even a moment she could use to breathe, to think, to consider what she was doing.

He kissed her like he wanted her to understand he was not giving her a choice, and everything in Ayah welcomed his command, her lips automatically parting under his. His tongue swept in, playing with hers, and when she was dizzy with desire he finally allowed her to breathe.

“Luuk—”
 

Dislike, bordering on hatred, rose inside Nic, and he covered her mouth with his once more. It didn’t matter if he was the one she thought about when saying the name. He only wanted Ayah to speak his name and no one else’s.
 

Kisses were supposed to be sweet and hot, but were they supposed to be this overwhelming? Were they supposed to be so intense that all she could think about was how long she could enjoy a kiss before expiring? Were they supposed to be so powerful they brought out a hunger so bad her body could only writhe for more of Luuk’s touch?

She didn’t know if kisses were supposed to feel that way, but that was how Luuk’s kiss made her feel. And when he finally gave Ayah what her body was craving for, one hand whipping the blanket back up to cover her body, she could have wept for joy.

Her naked need for him aroused Nic like no other. Just the way she sighed into his kiss was more than enough to have him come, but he did his best to control his desires, wanting Ayah to reach an orgasm before he did. He caressed her bare legs, smoothing his palm over her silky skin. A ghost of a smile passed through his lips when she jerked in reaction to his hand cupping one sensitive knee.

“Luuk.”

That had him punishing her even though he knew he had no right to, his fingers drifting up her thighs, tormenting her with the slow, sensuous movements. “Lieverd,” he growled in her ear.

She shuddered and kept shuddering as he made short work of her denim shorts. “Lieverd,” she said in a low soft moan.
 

It came out louder than it should, but she didn’t seem to care. All she seemed to want was him, and this absolute all-encompassing need made Nic desperate to take her then and there. If only she wasn’t a virgin, he thought savagely. But she was – it had been obvious the very first moment she had turned white with shock when she realized she had fallen face first on his cock.

His cock begged for release, but he ruthlessly reeled his desire back, using every iota of his self-control to focus on making Ayah come. “Look at me, lieverd.”

She did with green eyes murky with desire.
 

He bit back a curse. That look just made him want to fuck her more. Without warning, he pulled her panties away from her skin, enough to let his fingers slide inside. This time, when he fucked her, he had not one or two fingers in but three.
 

“I’m going to do my best to fuck you hard,” he whispered in her ear.
 

The words almost had her sobbing. Oh, how those dirty words got to her! And his fingers – oh, how they made her want to be naked in his arms and be able to squeeze him close with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. But she could not. All she could do now was clutch his shoulders hard while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Her hips were beginning to meet his thrusts in a frenzied manner. Nic had to use his free hand to press down on one thigh, forcing Ayah to keep still. Although his name gave him a certain amount of protection, it could only go so far. The musky scent of her desire was beginning to fill the business section, and he knew if he did not make her come soon, one of the crew members would be forced to confront them.

“Ayah…” He waited until she had focused her attention on him. He almost groaned at the way she looked at him, like he could make her come with just a word. “I need you to give yourself to me now.”

She gave him a small nod, but her eyes told him that small nod meant so much more than yes.

He pulled his fingers out completely and when her eyes widened with shock, he shoved them back in, his fingers penetrating her so deeply he brushed against her hymen.

She stiffened at the penetration and then she started to shake, the tremors of her release so powerful Nic had to embrace her tightly to him. It was the only way he could absorb some of the strength of her body’s shudders.

Her second orgasm
, Ayah thought. And it was so much more powerful than the first one. Would it always be like this between them?
 

Forcing herself to rise against the sensual languor that was doing its best to lull Ayah into sleep, she pressed her palms against his chest and used it to prop herself up, enough to have her looking at Luuk straight in the eyes.

Oh.
 

Her heart tripled its rate at the look in his eyes.

He wanted and needed her the way she wanted and needed him.

And like her, he didn’t know what to do about it.

 

~ Three ~

 

“Lu—Lieverd?”

Four hours into their flight and neither of them were sleeping, with Ayah cuddled against his side once more, her head nestled on his chest, legs tucked under her. At the sound of her voice, Nic promptly closed his eyes.

She straightened, and when she saw his peacefully sleeping face, she giggled.

A giggle,
Nic thought. When was the last time he heard a woman giggle – without faking it? He truthfully could not remember.

“I know you’re pretending to be asleep.”
 

He answered with a smile, eyes still closed, making her smile, too. “Come on, please – I just need to ask you a question.”

With an exaggerated sigh that had her giggling again, he opened his eyes and asked her, “What is it?” His tone was exasperated, but it was purely for show. In truth, Nic was keen to hear her next question. In the few hours they had known each other, Nic had become certain of one thing: Ayah Chandler liked asking the oddest questions—

“Can I take a photo of our hands?”

Nic tried to disguise his laugh by coughing.
And there
, he thought in amusement,
was another example that his theory was true
. When he was sufficiently in control of himself once more, he asked, “Have I heard you correctly? You want to take a picture of our hands?”
 

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