One Special Night (5 page)

Against his hand and mouth, her body quivered with need and she arched up into him, reaching for another release.

“That's it, Jasmine.
 
Come for me again,” he said,
wanting
 
her
to have her pleasure.

* * *

Jasmine bit her lip and grabbed his wrist tighter as the release built inside her again.

It had been so long since she'd had such delight.
 
So long since she'd fulfilled her needs and been with a man.

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations he was creating inside her.
 
At the tender, but sexy touch between her legs and the warm wet feel of his mouth at her breasts.

Cradling the back of his skull, she held him there and lifted her hips, rocking them against his hand.
 
He eased his fingers deep into her pussy and stroked her while keeping up constant pressure against her clit.

“God, Tommy.
 
God, that feels so good,” she said and as he shifted half onto her body, the long hard ridge of his erection rubbed along her thigh.

Damn, but he was big and as she imagined him filling her with that amazing cock, she came again, her body shattering as her climax punched through her.

She sobbed his name and clenched her hands in his hair and on his wrist as he slowed his caresses, letting her fall back to earth leisurely as peace replaced pleasure.

His body was half on her, his cock still hard as steel against her thigh as she met his gaze.

“You look beautiful when you come,” he said as he leaned over her and pulled his hand from her panties. With care he smoothed her dress down and then eased her bra back over her breast, confusing her since he hadn’t gotten any satisfaction yet.

“Later, babe.
 
We'll have more time together later,” he said and rose to kneel beside her, his erection a very noticeable bulge against the fabric of his pants.

She kneeled before him and reached down to caress him, determined to give him the same pleasure he had given her.

He closed his eyes and groaned, letting her cup and explore the length of him for only a moment before he gently covered her hand with his, stopping her.

“You don't have to do this,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed need.

“I want to do this.” With a naughty smile and chuckle she added, “You are a sexy guy after all and I am a determined woman.”

He grinned and his expressive eyes glittered with joy.
 
“I think I like you, Jasmine.”

“I think I like you, too, Tommy,” she responded playfully and got the sense that with this man, humor and lightness would fill everything that he did.
 
It had been way too long since she'd enjoyed that kind of simple pleasure as well.

He relaxed his hold on her hand and while he buttoned her dress back up, she took advantage to trace the long thick shape of him beneath the fabric.
 
His body shook as she found his sensitive head and circled around the tip.

He blew out a harsh breath and repeated his earlier words.
 
“Later. We'll have more time together later.”

She wasn't sure they would and a bit of guilt riddled her at her selfishness, but she understood his haste.
 
They'd been gone from the wedding festivities for some time and as the best man, his absence was bound to be noticed.

He surged to his feet and helped her up as well.
 
Scooping his jacket off the sand, he shook it out and shrugged it back on.
 
Surprisingly, it was no worse for wear.
 
Hand-in-hand, they hurried back to the boardwalk stairs where the mumbled words of the band leader drifted down to them.

She made out the word “cake” and as they scampered up the wooden planks and to the lawn, they arrived just in time to watch as
Jase
whipped his saber off his belt, placed it across his arm, and helped
Nickie
cut the first slice from the wedding cake with the saber.

The guests whooped and applauded as
Jase
laid
the sword aside and
Nickie
fed him the first bite.
 
Some of the icing ended up on the side of
Jase's
mouth and
Nickie
leaned forward and licked it off before kissing
Jase
.

“They look so happy,” Jasmine said, but laced within those words was fear.

“They’ll be okay,” he said, eased his hand around her waist, and hugged her.

“Yeah, they will,” she replied and gestured to their table.
 
“We should get back for the cake.”

Trying to lighten the mood, he said, “Sweet tooth much?”

Her lips quirked up at the sides and with a roll of her eyes, she said, “Totally.”

He walked her back to the table, but as she sat, he leaned close and said, “I just need a minute.”

He hurried toward the house and to the bathroom in his bedroom where he washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face.
 
His body was still rock hard and he drew in a long breath and held it, willing away his erection.

It was his sister’s wedding for fuck’s sake and he had to get
himself
under control, no matter how tempting Jasmine might be.
 
No matter how much he wanted to understand a woman with such complex emotions.
 
Such an undeniably attractive woman who had clearly not been involved in a long time.

So you think you’re the guy who can be involved with her?
the
little voice in his head challenged.

No, I’m not
, he admitted.
 
Jasmine wasn’t the only wounded one, not that his injuries could compare.
 
But either way, neither of them was ready for more than just a simple one night stand.
 
One special night of pleasure and forgetfulness before they had to go back to the real world.
 
That they could both handle.

With another splash of cold water against his face, he was totally in control.
 
He dried off and hurried back down to the table.
 
Cake and coffee had been served and most had devoured their dessert, but two big slices sat before his seat and Jasmine’s.

“Why didn’t you eat?” he asked as he sat down beside her.

“I was waiting for you,” she said, but there was a teasing tone in her voice. When she eyeballed his cake, he understood.

“Liar,” he kidded.
 
“You just wanted to have your cake and eat mine, too.”

She held up her hand like a kid answering a question in school.
 
“I admit it.
 
I told you I had a sweet tooth.”

“You’re not kidding, Doc.
 
Remember how you traded those soaps you got from home for my chocolate bar?” Trevor said with a wink.

“Yeah, Trevor smelled like flowers for a good month.
 
We were all worried his stink would give away our position to the enemy,” Jim ragged his friend.

“Beats that crap we got from the locals.
 
I think it took off a layer of skin one time,” Trevor responded and the men all started trading stories, but he turned his attention back to Jasmine.

“So you traded for a chocolate bar?
 
What will you trade for this cake?”
 
Tommy narrowed his gaze, examining her features as she looked from his cake to his face, obviously considering her options.

“A dance?” she said, wrinkling her nose with the suggestion.

He forked up a big bite and offered it to her.
 
“A dance will get you this.”

She wrapped her lips around the morsel and slipped it off her fork.
 
Chewed, swallowed, and said, “Done, although I think I got the better part of that deal.”

“Why’s that?” he asked and forked up another big piece.

She leaned close and her soft smooth cheek brushed against his evening beard.
 
“Because I like dancing with you, Tommy.”

The erection he had subdued just moments earlier flared back to life and he swore he’d have blue balls by the end of the night.

His hand shook a bit as he raised another forkful and he couldn't even make an offer as she speedily glommed the cake.
 
“Looks like you owe me something really good now,” he said.

Chapter 5

Jasmine didn’t need him to say what he wanted.
 
It was there for her to see all over his expressive face.

And she didn’t really care that everyone at the table would notice, because in those moments while she’d waited for him, she’d seen the happiness of all those around her, except poor Trevor.
 
Trevor who had always been the joker and playboy of the unit and now sat there so alone.

She didn’t want to be alone tonight.
 
Or maybe any other night, but for now she’d seize this moment.

And Tommy.
 
Especially since the alarm on her phone had warned her while he was gone that she had just over an hour left until she had to catch her train back to New York City.

She covered his mouth with hers and eased her fingers into his hair to keep him near.

When he parted his lips in surprise, she ran her tongue all across the edge of them, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
 
He did, opening his mouth even more to accept the slide of her tongue.

“Get a room, guys,” Trevor razzed loudly, pulling her from the moment.

As she leaned back into her chair, her gaze locked with Tommy’s.
 
A slow, inviting smile came to his lips and he mouthed a “Wow.”

He forked up another bit of cake, his hand shaking as he held it to her lips.

With a playful look and an arch of her brow, she said, “So what’s the trade, Tommy?”

He smiled and a dimple she hadn’t noticed before winked at her from the right side of his mouth.
 
“Surprise me.”

She chuckled, shook her head, and said, “I thought I already had.”

He laughed out loud and moved the fork away to eat the bite himself.
 
“I guess you did.
 
Now we’re even.”

“No way, Tommy.
 
Not even at all,” she reminded him and the rush of color to his cheeks was obvious even in the dim light.
 
Night had fallen quickly and while the wait staff had lit candles at every table and turned on the strings of Edison lights that ran from the house and terrace to posts by the dunes, it was intimately dark.

Dark enough for her to lay her hand on his thigh and move it higher until she cupped his erection beneath the table.

“Jasmine, please,” he said as he dropped his fork and laid his hand on the tabletop.

She leaned forward and whispered against the shell of his ear, “I want to please you, Tommy.
 
I want you to come for me.”

* * *

Tommy gritted his teeth because he wanted to as well, but not like this.
 
But the erotic press of her hand, stroking him and circling the sensitive head of his dick, was too hard to resist. He shifted closer to the table and to Jasmine, hiding her actions.
 
Enjoying her caresses as he settled his gaze on hers and realized he wasn’t the only one getting off from her actions.

Her eyes were wide and dark with desire and her breath hitched as he laid his hand on her thigh and inched it toward her center.

“I need to use the ladies room.
 
Would you mind showing me the way?” she said.

He wanted to jump out of the chair and rush her back to the house, but knew he needed to keep some semblance of decorum.
 
Her words might be code for “Let’s get the hell out of here and go somewhere where we can go fuck”, but the whole world didn’t need to know that.

He rose slowly, and a little painfully, as the fabric of his pants nearly crushed his rock hard erection.

Gallantly he offered her his arm and she rose and tucked her arm into his.
 
With incredible restraint, they strolled across the lawn and terrace and into his family’s home, but as soon as they were inside, he said, “My room is on the second floor.”

“I'll try to wait that long,” she said with a grin that promised not only pleasure, but fun.

With a quick look around to make sure no one would see them, he led her to the grand staircase in the middle of his home and they almost raced up the stairs and down the hall for the wing where his room was located.

They were breathless and laughing as they rushed into his room and slammed the door shut.
 
He flipped a switch to turn on the light on his nightstand and would have led her to his bed, but she tugged him against her as she leaned against his door.

“I'm done waiting,” she said and rose on tiptoes to kiss him, opening her mouth against his and moaning as he pressed his body to hers.

“God, you feel good, Tommy,” she murmured and trailed her hand down his body to once again stroke and play with his cock.

“You're killing me,” he teased and nibbled on her bottom lip playfully, dragging another grin to her lips.

She dropped her other hand, unzipped him, and pulled both his briefs and pants down with one sure yank.
 
He groaned as she stroked him with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.

“Now, you're
really
killing me,” he said and leaned his forehead against hers to watch, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath soughing in and out roughly as her sure hands brought him closer and closer to the edge.

When one strong stroke had him almost coming, she spread the first little bit of pre-cum all across his sensitive head.
 
The groan that erupted from him vibrated his body and his balls tightened, readying for his release.

“Jasmine, please finish me,” he pleaded, his knees weakening from the strength of his desire.

“Touch yourself, Tommy.
 
Show me what else you want,” she said huskily and brushed a kiss across his lips.

He grabbed hold of his cock and jerked his hand up and down roughly and suddenly she was on her knees before him, licking the head of his dick.
 
Urging him on with a sharp command.
 
“I want you in my mouth, Tommy.”

He slipped one hand behind her head and guided her to him while stroking himself again.
 
As she surrounded the head of his cock with her lips and licked all around the edge, his body shook from the pleasure of her mouth, but he held back, wanting more from her.
 
Wanting to give her more.

As she pleasured him, sucking him in deep, he held his cock tightly and closed his eyes, fighting a release so strong, lights exploded across his eyelids.
 
He wanted to be buried deep inside her, feeling her climax around him when he came.

When one sure pull of her mouth nearly undid him, he opened his eyes and leaned down to slip one arm around her and
urge
her up.
 
As she stood, a puzzled look on her face, he said, “I want to be inside you, Jasmine.
 
I want you to come with me.”

He skimmed her dress up to her waist and yanked her panties down.
 
She helped him,
shimmying
the startling red fabric along those long beautiful legs and kicking away her panties.

She spread her thighs and he stepped between them, but as he guided himself to her center, sanity returned long enough for him to say, “I'm safe, Jasmine.
 
Are you
– ”

“It's been a while, but I'm safe and protected,” she said and an embarrassed flush worked across her cheeks.

He trailed his fingers along that color.
 
“It's okay.
 
It's been a while for me, too,” he admitted, wanting her at ease.
 
Wanting for her to experience the pleasure without any doubts or guilt.

Because of that, he slowed the breakneck pace that had driven them here.
 
He bent his head and kissed her, a slow and leisurely kiss that brought them back from that frantic edge they'd been on moments earlier.
 
The kiss went on and on, lazily building again until she was trembling and he sensed it was time.

He eased his hand between her thighs.
 
She was so damp and hot, her clit swollen and tight as he swept his fingers across her.
 
She released a shaky breath and said, “Now, Tommy. Please.
 
I want you inside me.”

He didn't need to hear it twice.

He guided himself to her center and drove in with one sure stroke, then held still, savoring the wet and tightness of her pussy as it surrounded him. He cupped her buttocks to hold her still because he was sure that with the slightest movement, he'd lose it.
 
Being inside her was so amazing.

“Tommy,” she said again and cupped the back of his head.
 
Urged him to meet her gaze.

“You feel so damn good, Jasmine.
 
So good,” he said.

“How good, Tommy?
 
Tell me how good.”

* * *

His big body shuddered against hers and inside, his cock jumped and swelled.
 
It would only take a little more and she'd come.
 
Already her release was making her insides quiver and she needed to move against him soon.
 
Have him stroke hard to send her over the edge, but she wanted more from him.

She didn't know why, she just did.
 
“Please, Tommy.
 
Tell me.”

His warm breath exploded against her face as he said, “You're so fucking tight.
 
And wet.
 
And you feel so good around me.
 
Against me.
 
Fuck, your body is perfect.”

Just like his was.
 
In her mind she pictured what he'd look like naked, all hard muscle and smooth skin with just the right smattering of hair like the happy trail she'd caught a glimpse of as she'd undone his pants.
 
Only his being naked required her being naked with him and that just wasn't going to happen because her body was far from perfect.
 
It was damaged and ugly.

“Don't pull away, Jasmine.
 
Not now.
 
Not when this is so good between us,” he urged and she hadn't even realized that she had left him, emotionally if not also physically.

“You don't understand,” she said and looked up to search his features, expecting anger and frustration.
 
Surprise filled her that what greeted her was understanding and caring.

“I do, babe.
 
I do understand and I'm still here.
 
I'm ready to give you whatever you need,” he said, his voice rough with emotion and restraint.

What she needed?
she
thought for a millisecond before blurting out, “I need you. I need you to help me forget.”

“I'm here, Jasmine.
 
I'm here for you,” he said and finally shifted his hips, drawing out slowly before returning with a powerful thrust of his hips that reawakened desire.
 
Another strong stroke had her whimpering as her insides clenched and another curl of pleasure wound through her, driving away thoughts of anything but this big beautiful man buried between her legs, bringing her such intense pleasure.

“That's it, Jasmine.
 
Let go,” he whispered against the side of her face.

Her body was shaking, knees going loose as another strong surge of his hips dragged her to the edge.

He slipped his big hands down to her thighs and held her, offering support as he swept them up to cup her buttocks and hold her steady.
 
He drove into her again and she cried out from the pleasure swamping her senses.

Just a little more.
 
Just a little more
, she thought and a moment later, he skimmed one hand around and found her clit with his thumb.
 
Stroked her as he shoved in again and her climax exploded through her.

She cried out his name and dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on tightly.
 
Her entire body on fire and shaking with her release.

He
waited,
his dick still hard inside her.
 
He rested his forehead against hers and softly said, “I could stay inside you forever.”

“God, I wish you could,” she said, almost with a moan.
 
He filled her so well and so completely.
 
With him inside, she felt connected to something for the first time in like forever.

“I wish, too, babe, only I think my balls might fall off,” he teased and grinned.

Even with the remnants of her release humming through her and satisfaction filling her, she knew they weren't done just yet.
 
And she knew what she had to do to keep alive the joy and light that was so much a part of him.

She reached between them and cupped his balls.
 
At his groan, she said, “They feel just fine to me, Tommy.
 
Maybe they just need a little attention.”