Undone, Volume 2

liked the feel of it there, light yet warm.

She whispered in my ear, “I have no clue.” Now I had to suppress a laugh. “I know she wants people to come here and see this so let me just give her a little shout out and then we can go.” Before I knew was she was doing, she held out her camera, snapped a quick photo of her roommate and then pressed the infamous button “post.”

“Did you just post that photo online?” I asked, too late.

“Yes, why?”

“Where?”

“Just Facebook. It’s not like I have that many friends.” She apologized, sensing my alarm.

“And you probably haven’t disabled the GPS in your camera phone.”

“Disabled the GPS?”

I rested my head in my hands. The clock was now ticking. I wondered how long it would take for us to get tracked down. “Maybe I shouldn’t have posted the photo?” She sounded worried, looking at me guilty and concerned.

It wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t used to having millions of people follow her whereabouts. Getting used to that kind of a spotlight didn’t exactly happen overnight.

“Well, we might as well make the most of it. They know we’re here now. Let’s get Liv some press.” I smiled at Ana, put an arm around her shoulders and turned my phone on for a selfie. In the camera screen, the words “DON’T LOOK AT ME!” shouted out loudly from the background.

Click. I wrote a quick note: ‘Amazing art exhibit!’ Post. That sealed the deal. Then I grabbed Ana’s hand. “Let’s get out of here before they find us.”

Swiftly, we headed back down the dark corridor, but not quick enough. I heard the clatter of boots coming down the stairs, the chatter of voices, “Down here! They’re down here!” That didn’t take long. They must have been staking out Ana’s apartment, waiting in the neighborhood for us to surface.

“This way.” Adrenaline pumping through me, I pulled Ana down the other direction, our feet quicker now, taking us down a long corridor. I tried a door, locked. Then another one, open.

Pulling her in with me, I shut the door quick, locked it and flicked on the dim light. We’d found a supply closet with shelves of paper towels and trash bags.

Breathing heavy, we stood together. I pressed a finger to her lips and we both waited, silent, wondering if we’d been discovered. A moment passed, then another. Sweet privacy. Just me, a bunch of cleaning supplies, and a delicious, curvy woman whose sighs and moans I couldn’t stop thinking about.

I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Do you think we escaped?” she whispered, her hands to my hard-breathing chest.

“I think we’d better stay here a little longer to make sure.” My hand underneath her chin, I tilted her head up. Her lips were so soft and welcoming, I nearly lost myself in just kissing her, so sweet and delicious and inviting. Then she brought her hand up to my hair, threading her fingers through it and I heard a soft, needy moan in the back of her throat. She felt it, too, this pull between us, this fierce need.

Pressing against her, I backed her up against the wall. My hand behind her head, I held her as I kissed her with feverish urgency. My hips against hers, I ground into her, a hand down to her ass. I cupped her, pushing her against me. She gasped, winding a leg around mine.

“I want to sink into you,” I growled, a hand now at her waistband.

“Ash!” She cried out, her hand at my hip, pulling me toward her. And then that sweet, little librarian went and bit my lower lip. She gave it a nice, firm bite, letting me know exactly how much she wanted me.

“I want to fuck you, Ana,” I groaned, grinding into her. “I want to fuck you right here up against this wall.”

“Oh, yes!” She was panting now, pulling at my clothes, unzipping my jacket and trying to rip it off of me. I had her jeans unbuttoned and down her hips so fast I might have set a new record. She wore pretty little panties, all lace and not much to them, but now wasn’t the time to savor and admire. Now was the time to rip them to the side and plunge my finger up inside of her hot, wet pussy.

I groaned as I felt her desire, how slick she already was for me, how much she needed me, just like I did her. So ready for me, so desperate, shoved up against the wall for the taking.

“Do you want it, Ana?” I wanted to hear it from her, wanted to hear this good girl go bad, tell me exactly what she needed. I thrust my long finger up inside her slick folds, stroking her, pressing down on her sensitive clit.

“Ash!” She grabbed onto my shoulders, clawed at my back, sank her mouth onto my throat, licking and kissing and sucking me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Ana? Right here, up against the wall?”

“Ash, yes,” she panted, nearly crazy for it, shoving her pussy against my hand, mewling as I thrust my finger in again.

“I want to fuck you hard, Ana. Can you take it hard?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me hard, Ash. Please.” She panted so needy, I wondered if I could make her come right then, with just my finger and dirty talk. She liked it. I wondered if anyone had ever talked like that to her before. A surge of jealousy ripped through me. I didn’t want anyone to talk like that to her, not in the past, not in the future. Ana was mine.

I focused on her clit, slick and swollen and needy, circling and pressing, pushing down on it, stroking her folds. She thrust against me, wanton, her leg hooked around mine, her head now thrown back, her lips parted.

“I’m big, Ana,” I said, pushing my thick, hard shaft against her hip so she could feel my length. “Are you going to take my whole cock inside of you?” I leaned down and sucked on her earlobe, finger-fucking her hard just the way I wanted to do with my cock. She shuddered, her fingers biting into my muscular biceps. “Are you going to come just thinking about it?”

“Yes!” she screamed out and did just that, losing herself, shuddering and coming on my finger, calling out and bucking against me.

“That’s it, Ana. Show me how much you need this.” I pulled up her shirt, ripped down her bra cup and seized her breast in my mouth. With a long, hard suck I took her nipple into my mouth, pushing up against her clit, milking one long, last shudder and scream from her as she fully climaxed.

“You need this, baby,” I murmured to her as I unbuttoned my jeans. “You need my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“What’s that over there?”

Shit, voices were out in the hallway, followed by footsteps coming closer. I flicked the light switch down. They’d probably already seen the dim illumination under the door, but there was a chance they hadn’t. We stayed silent, panting in the darkness, listening to them shuffle around the hallway.

It all came back to me. The cameras following our every move. The PR ruse we were supposed to be playacting. The no sex clause I’d signed. Reality rushed at me, heaping all around my feet like pig slop. Damn it.

“We can’t do this, Ash,” Ana whispered, quiet as a mouse, but I could still hear her. Shit. She’d remembered, too. Reality, how it sucked.

“I know, I just…” Want you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted in my entire life? Can’t stop thinking about you and won’t rest until I’ve completely consumed you? I didn’t know how to explain it to myself, let alone to Ana as we stood hiding in a dark closet. So I did what I could, finding her mouth and taking it with mine, plunging my tongue into her, exploring, tasting. She met my kiss with fervor, passion, her hands on my chest again, exploring and caressing. I hadn’t even felt her hands on my skin yet. I’d always worn clothes with her, but I wanted to strip us both down completely bare to each other’s heat.

“We can’t.” She stopped me.

Well, fuck. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to tear up that no-sex clause in our contract. But I could think of something else that was perfect to do in a dark closet. I’d had a great meal, but nothing yet for dessert.

Softly, in her ear, I murmured, “I want to taste you.”

She sighed in

response, melting into me, her hand fisting in my hair. But she said, “No, Ash, they’re right outside the door.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you taste.” I licked her neck, long and slow. Even in the darkness, I could tell she bit down on her lip, working hard to keep quiet. We couldn’t be discovered. I liked making her struggle, exactly like that.

“It’s going to be hard for you, Ana,” I teased her, one hand making its way again down her stomach, down between her legs. “You’re going to have to stay quiet.” I cupped my hand possessively on her mound, claiming her, stroking her heat. “You’re not going to be able to make a sound. Even when I make you come.”

She swallowed hard, her head falling back against the wall as I dropped to my knees. I pulled her jeans down and off so I could spread her thighs wider. I brought one of her legs over my shoulder. I demanded full access. And I wanted to take my time. It was only prudent, after all. We didn’t want to rush on out there and get a whole bunch of photos taken of us, now did we?

No, we needed to stay good and hidden. And I didn’t want my Ana to get bored standing around in a closet with me. I needed her to enjoy herself.

I know I’ve mentioned that I have ADHD, that I have a short attention span, that I tend to keep up a frenetic pace. But not all of the time. Music, that kept my focus.

And Ana. She tasted like honey, sweet and feminine, her sticky desire calling to me. I couldn’t feel more riveted, my tongue swirling against her making more. I took my time, going slowly, licking along every inch, paying attention to every quiver, learning exactly what she liked and how she liked it.

She liked it when I nipped her clit. Ana liked it when I got rough with her. My cock throbbed in response. There was a world of uncharted waters we could explore together. But just now, I had fun, not giving her what she wanted, going slow and gentle, making her crazy. I loved it when she lost her cool, lost her ability to hold back and started clawing at me, an animal in the dark, no one there to see her ravenous hunger. She could bare it to me, show me how much she craved me, how desperately she needed to come. Then, only then when she was about to die, I gave it to her. A sharp, hard bite right on her swollen, slick clit.