The One That Got Away (4 page)

“Nice spot.” He pointed to the overhanging branches of ivy that partially hid the table. Without speaking further, he sat down next to me and took my face between his warm, strong hands. All I could see were his beautiful eyes locking on me—right before his lips crashed into mine.

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Shane:

From the moment I walked into the pub and saw Heidi at the bar, I wanted her. I’d thought about her often over the last twelve years, her and the things we’d missed out on during our short relationship. In particular, the fact that we’d never slept together weighed heavily on my mind. Back then, getting a girl into my bed had been at the forefront of my mind ninety percent of my waking hours. Eighteen and horny was a way of life for me, but when Heidi and I got together, there wasn’t any pressure for us to make that move. I was happy just spending time with her. Her hidden sarcasm, which wasn’t on show at school, was just as attractive as she was.

It was when I started uni and meeting new people that I realised that whilst sex was great, drunken fumblings weren’t. Bouncing around clubs and bars meeting girls who, like me, were only after something simple and entanglement-free got old quick. I met Mel not long after I’d graduated and started working. Staying in Liverpool due to being offered a job in the city straight after finishing my course was the only option I had. Which pleased Mel. Though our sex life was more than healthy, and we were happy together, the memory of Heidi was always there, lingering at the back of my mind.

When Heidi and I started chatting online, all I could think about was what it would be like to have her in my bed, or bent over my desk at work . . .  pretty much anywhere, and I began to pull away from Mel. I wasn’t proud, I’d never cheated on a girlfriend before, but the ‘what ifs’ plagued me.

I’d been completely honest with Heidi over how I felt about both our shared past and what was happening currently in my life, including my relationship with Mel. The longer we talked, the more upfront I became with regards to what I wanted to happen between us if we ever got the chance. How we could explore all the unanswered questions I had rolling around in my head.

I watched her the entire night, causing some of my mates to take the piss. They were the same friends who’d questioned my attraction to a girl a year below us, but I’d seen them staring at Heidi and her friends while they danced just as much as I was. 

Her entire demeanour was different. She’d grown into a beautiful, confident woman who wasn’t afraid to use her body or the clothes she wore to display her sensuality. I was so turned on it was hard to ignore the urge to sit with her when she was finally alone, maybe get an idea of what she was thinking. I couldn’t help but feel smug when I made her blush, which brought out a hint of the Heidi I’d known at school. After she’d walked away from me, her glorious arse in my direct eye line, I was incapable of moving due to the hard-on threatening to pop the fly on my jeans.

“You still fancy her.” Samantha’s words formed a statement rather than a question. “What are you going to do about it?”

I stared at her, rendered speechless for a moment. “Sam, we’re surrounded by old friends. I’m not going to hump her up against a wall behind the DJ. Plus, you know I have Mel and that she’s moving in with me next week.” Sam was the only person I’d maintained constant contact with after we’d finished school.

“I also know that you don’t want to be with Mel anymore and that moving in together is a stupid idea. Why can’t you admit it to both her and yourself?”

I sighed. She wasn’t wrong. I loved Mel, I did, but there was no longer the feeling of being
in
love with her, and it wasn’t enough.

“Look, even if I acted on my attraction to Heidi, we have no future together. We live over a hundred miles apart and we have completely different lives. Besides . . . she’s not interested, least of all in a one night stand which is what the entire thing would end up being.”

“Jesus, Shane. Look, that woman came dressed to impress and there is no one else here who has the history with her that you do. Believe me, you’re the main reason she even came to this shindig, meeting up with old friends is just a bonus. Now, get off your arse and go rekindle the past. God knows you both want and need it.”

When she pushed me out of my seat and frogmarched me toward the stairs Heidi had disappeared down earlier, I let her.

Heidi:

Without hesitation, his tongue was past my lips and teeth then beginning to move with mine. At the contact, I flicked my cigarette away into a bush then kissed him back with the same enthusiasm. A moan escaped me while I snaked my arms around his neck, gripping the back of his hair and winding it around my fingers. 

His hands moved from where they caressed my face, stroking my neck down to my shoulders. I gasped at his thumb rubbing the side of my breast when he dropped his hands to my hips. He gripped my waist and, without any effort, pulled me onto his lap. Pulling away from the kiss, Shane looked around us, panting, to see if we were visible to anyone. I could tell that although the ivy was thick on the walls, we were pretty exposed, and the possibility of getting caught was high. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet, my legs struggling to hold me upright—an after-effect from his kiss—and we walked to a quiet, dark alley which ran alongside the pub.

The moment we were ensconced in darkness and had a semblance of privacy, his mouth was upon mine once more. This time, his hands curled around my waist straight away, stroking the small of my back. He flexed his arms tight, which brought me closer against his broad, hard chest. This was no gentle and loving kiss, this was years of pent up attraction and frustration being eased.

One hand moved between us and momentarily played with the hem of my top before sliding under it to lay flat against my stomach. I jumped a little when Shane began to move again, this time inching upward to cup my breast through my lacy bra with his warm and steady hand. Another moan, this one much louder, was sucked out of me as he circled my nipple with his thumb, but never making firm contact with the swollen bud. I could hear his own moan deep in his chest when I pressed my hips against his. Feeling the full force of the erection that strained against the zip of his jeans made me dizzy with lust.

It didn’t take long for his other hand to move under my top and join its mate, cupping and caressing my hot flesh. He pulled the lace of my bra away from my breasts, not wasting time with the clasp. When he tucked the cups under my breasts it made me gasp as they were pushed together and up, his hands fully enveloping them. Shane’s palms made contact with my now swollen nipples which, although hurt a little, felt wonderful, too, and heightened my arousal levels. Suddenly, Shane lifted my top over my head and his hot mouth was at my chest as he teased my nipples with his teeth before rolling them with his tongue. His hands made their way to the button of my jeans, pulling them apart. Before I knew it, his hand was teasing me through my flimsy underwear.

My own hands were making short work of his shirt buttons. Once I had them undone and his shirt open, I was able to explore his toned chest, something I’d wanted to do from the moment he walked into the pub. His finger began to circle my clit, causing my legs to buckle so I fell against the wall behind me. I savoured the feeling for a moment before managing to stand again to kiss his chest. He let out a delicious groan while I coaxed his nipples into peaks with my tongue.

My ragged breath turned into another loud gasp when Shane plunged a finger deep inside me, then began pumping with a delicious, slow force. His thumb continued to work on my clit, moving in controlled, excruciating circles, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to grind into his hand. Needing to feel him, flesh on flesh, I ripped the button fly of his jeans apart. I curled my hand around the base of his cock and began stroking from base to tip and running my thumb gently across the tender, swollen head. Taking my sweet time, increasing my pace, caused him to hasten the movement of his hand and fingers in an attempt to encourage me to do the same. His sound of disappointment was almost deafening in the quiet garden when I released him. His frustration was short-lived, though, because I knelt down on the hard, cool ground at his feet. He looked down, straight into my eyes while I took him into my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue over the head, tasting his juices. Shane sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth as I gently dragged my teeth along his shaft. I took his balls into my hand and began to fondle and squeeze them whilst hollowing my cheeks and sucking.

“Fuck, Heidi.” I was distracted by his fingers in my hair, pulling it tight against his knuckles. He bucked his hips, urging me to take him deeper into my mouth. “That feels so fucking good.” He moaned under the onslaught of my mouth moving over the whole of him, getting faster and faster.

I felt him tense and knew he was close to climax. With steady movements, I pumped the base of his cock with my hand while continuing the torture by running the tip of my tongue up and down his shaft.

“Heidi!”

His hips bucked and he shot his load straight into my mouth. I swallowed, grimacing at the taste while he pulled me to my feet and kissed me, tasting himself on me. Taking charge, I led his hand back to my clit whilst dropping my jeans and underwear to my ankles. Once my clothes were out of the way, I pushed two fingers into myself while his thumb ran in circles around my clit. He lifted his hands to my waist and lifted me off the ground, propping me up against the rough brick wall and I struggled for a while, but finally managed to kick off my boots so as not to stab him with the heels. Making sure my back was still secure against the wall, he ducked his head through the circle made by my legs. My jeans fell off my feet, landing in a heap behind him, and he took me into his mouth.

The sharp nip when he took my swollen clit between his teeth before plunging his tongue deep into me shocked me, causing me to shudder against his hot mouth. The groan my involuntary reaction pulled from him vibrated against me, tickling. I managed to stop myself from laughing, unsure what kind of reaction that would have caused. Then pleasure took over me.

“Jesus!” I ran my hands through his hair, pushing him deeper against me.

Pinned against the wall, I was unable to grind my hips for more friction so I had to let him do all the work. His arm shifted against my thigh as he moved back to my clit and plunged a finger into me again, pumping in and out. His tongue rolled my clit drawing a pleasured whine from me as the beginnings of my climax crept up on me. Unashamed, I took my own breasts in hand and began kneading my nipples between my thumb and forefingers, adding to the sensations already battering my tense body. My hips twitched against his face without any help from me and I screamed.

“Oh, fuck me! That feels fucking amazing!”

My climax shuddered through my entire being, from head to toe, while I rammed against his tongue and fingers.

Panting, he pulled his mouth away from me but kept his fingers working me through the intense orgasm. I took hold of his hand and sucked his fingers into my mouth, taking pleasure in licking them clean of my juices. Once my tremors had ended, he placed me onto unsteady legs with care. He then kissed me again. His hands clamped on my waist were the one thing keeping me upright.

When he’d ensured I was able to stand on my own, his hands disappeared and I heard a familiar rustle, realising he was opening a foil packet. Before I knew it, he'd pulled my feet off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist, and then he was inside me. There was no slow build up; this was a rough quickie of the best kind. The kind I hadn’t realised I’d needed until it had started.

His movements were frenzied, indicating his own release was coming on hard and fast. I was being rammed against a solid wall, the rough bricks cutting into my bare skin, but I couldn't care less as Shane thrust himself deeper into me. My body, not yet fully recovered, began to build in pressure once again, something that had never happened to me before.

“Fuck . . .” I could feel the throb of his climax and the tremors began taking over my body. “Let go, Heidi, I need to feel you come on my cock this time.”

So, I did.

“Shane!” His name was ripped from my lips on a scream as I shuddered through his increased pounding. I tightened my legs around his waist and his movements froze when he gave into his release with an animalistic yell.

Panting while I collapsed against his chest, my legs were shaking more than ever as they struggled to hold me in a standing position. “Why couldn’t you do that fifteen years ago?” I could barely get my words out while I fought to catch my breath.

He burst out laughing and shook his head before bending to pull my jeans up for me. A thorough fucking from him had left me in a puddle of nothing.

“You are one fucking sexy woman, Heidi Johnson.” He stood watch, buttoning his own shirt and straightening his jeans while I finished pulling my clothes and boots back on.

We went to sit at one of the tables in the beer garden to allow ourselves time to calm down, and for me to have a much needed cigarette.

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Shane:

My heart was still racing while watching Heidi smoke her cigarette. I was transfixed by her lips wrapping themselves around the end of the filter. It was a reminder of her taking me into her mouth, her lips surrounding my cock not half an hour before. Just the visual caused me to shift in my seat and reposition myself in my jeans as I hardened again.

Neither of us spoke, but the silence was in no way overbearing. I looked over at Heidi once more, taking in her flushed face, and smiled to myself. A good fucking looked perfect on her and I felt more than a little smug that I’d been the one to give it to her.

Heidi glanced over at me, caught the smile on my face, and grinned back. I was sure she knew exactly what I was thinking. Just as I was about to say something clever, my phone rang. Mel’s name was flashing across the screen when I pulled it out of my pocket. If I ignored the call like I wanted to do, I knew she’d keep calling until I answered. Heidi waved off my apologetic look with a smile before making her way back inside.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this, Mel,” I spoke softly, hearing the disappointment in my voice coupled with frustration and guilt.

Mel’s actions over the years had made it clear that she was insecure about our relationship. At first it was little things. Gripping my hand or arm a tad tighter whenever a pretty girl walked past us, or scowling at a female cashier who paid me a bit too much attention.

The instances of her misplaced jealousy soon happened more often, getting worse each time. I once had to restrain her from giving a girl in the park a mouthful just because she’d winked at me after I passed a football back to her. The longer we stayed together, the more exaggerated her reactions had become. It was, without a doubt, the most unpleasant part of our relationship, regardless of how sexually compatible we were.

“I’m sorry, babe, but I miss you.”

Guilt washed over me again. While I had always been a flirt, I’d prided myself on never being a cheat. Until tonight. Hearing Mel’s voice drove that reality home. I may not have been happy in our relationship, and had thought about ending things between us more than once, but cheating was never right. And I had done just that.

“Are you having a good time?”

The ability to think straight abandoned me for a moment at her question. “Yeah, it’s great catching up with everyone.” I managed to find my voice and shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with lying by omission to her.

“Are you okay? You sound weird.”

I cursed myself in silence. Making an appearance at the reunion was turning into a huge mistake on many levels. While I didn’t regret what had just happened with Heidi, I had become someone I disliked—a cheat and a liar.

“You sound a bit . . . off,”
she pressed when I didn’t respond.

“I’m fine, starting to get tired. Sam dragged me up to dance.”

Mel’s breath hitched at the other end of the phone at my mentioning Sam, as it always did. She hated Sam, hated the fact that she was the one person I’d remained in contact with after leaving school. More than anything, Mel hated the fact that she was female.

“Please don’t start, Mel. We were just dancing.” All of a sudden, I felt exhausted. Not just from the evening’s ‘activities’, but in general. Dealing with Mel’s jealousy and insecurity was almost a full time job that was wearing me thin.

“I know, babe.” I managed to keep Mel from hearing my sigh at her words. “I do trust you, it’s just everyone else I don’t trust. I bet you’re having to fight the girls away.”

“Not quite. They remember me with bad skin and a squeaky voice.” I needed to get off the phone. If Mel continued speaking, I was going to end up telling her the truth. Over the phone was not the way I wanted to begin making the changes that I needed to make in my life.