LooseCorset

by Christine Rains

  The head of his cock poked at me, and I gasped, arms tightening.

  “You okay?” he whispered, holding himself still.

  “More than okay.” I never meant three words more than those. It excited and scared me at the same time.

  Kissing me, he coaxed my legs open farther and probed my sex again. I couldn’t wait any longer. Patience may be a virtue, but there was nothing chaste about what we were doing. Digging my heels into the mattress, I thrust up and took him into me.

  We groaned together as he buried himself the rest of the way. Oh, he was thick. I’d only had two lovers before Dean, and neither of them were hung like this. I was stretched, filled as if he was too much and the perfect size at the same.

  I squeezed him with my vaginal walls, holding him in me for a few seconds. Then I eased down and back up again. He didn’t need another cue.

  My body blazed from head to toe. My core burning in the most wonderful of ways. I moaned with his slow starting pace and followed his lead, kissing over his neck and nibbling at his flesh. He still smelled lightly of Irish Spring and something a little more. A bit of sweat and male. When did I gain the nose of a werewolf?

  But as Dean thrust into me again, I was reminded that I didn’t need scent to tell me he was all male. All hot and sexy, locked together with me.

  He wanted me to call him mine.

  “Faster,” I pleaded and wound one leg around his waist. The other I hooked over his thigh.

  With a grunt, he complied. His body slapped against mine and pushed me closer to the headboard with the force of it. I jolted, moving as much as I could under the ardent pounding.

  Perspiration slicked our bodies. My hands caressed his back, up and down, groping at his tight ass and running through his silky hair. I couldn’t touch enough of him. I wanted all of him at once. And the only way I could tell him was through feverish kisses.

  Dean murmured my name. And even with his face screwing up with pleasure, he was still the most gorgeous geek in the universe.

  Wetness trickled down from my slit and over the curve of my rear. One tiny detail, and each and every one so massive in this moment. The muscles of his legs as he pumped, the quivering of his lower abdomen, and his hair tickling my cheek. A thousand other things. Everything so sensual and driving me to the greatest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  I gripped his shoulders as my climax rolled over me. I arced up, inner walls spasming, and crying out with bliss.

  He ground harder against me as I came, building me into a second frenzy. It swooped upon me, fast and wild. I didn’t even realize he’d come too before I eased down from that intense high. His penis was softening as I lowered my legs and let them hang limply at his sides.

  Dean rested his body on top of mine and kissed me. Long and tender. I savored the warm, tingling aftermath of my orgasms. More so, the feeling of him still locked within me.

  “You’re amazing.” He nudged my nose with his and smiled. His flushed face and mussed hair made him look a little younger than his twenty-two years.

  “Ditto.” Yup, I was lost. Though we were the same age, I felt like a lovesick fangirl like I’d been in high school with the tenth Doctor, David Tennant. If only Dean had a TARDIS, and we could try to do it in every room of that ship. Rooms that could be infinite.

  With that thought, I hugged him to me before rolling him over and letting him slip out. I’d give him a few minutes to recover and put on a new condom. Then this time, I’d be on top.

  Chapter Three

  Geek girl problem #60: Because you’re a realist, when the perfect guy comes along, you waste time wondering if you’re living in a computer simulation or if he’s a pod person plotting to seduce you and make you one of them.

  I woke with a smile. Well rested and warm, with a happy wetness between my legs, I tried to recall my dream. The details were fuzzy, but there was something kinky with Han Solo on the bridge of the Millennium Falcon.

  I rolled onto my side with my eyes closed still and stretched out. A body. There was someone in bed with me. My newly waking brain tried to process the information. Did Emily crawl into the wrong bed?

  Oh God! Where were my clothes?

  Suddenly sitting and hugging the blankets to my chest, what happened the previous night came crashing back to me in delectably vivid detail. I turned my head as Dean sighed in his sleep, and a libidinous shudder gave me goose bumps.

  Damn, he was so beautiful lying there.

  I spotted a hickey at the base of his neck. What was I, some rabid Klingon? A fledgling vamp? Hickeys were for stupid, horny teens.

  I smiled. I’d marked him. Mine. All mine.

  After having sex for a second time last night, we’d stayed up for hours talking. Conversation flowed even better than it did in our out-of-character forum online. I’d been an idiot to worry that Dean didn’t want me but Gyrfalcon. He was too smart for that. It was Morgan and Dean that connected, not our characters. Even though Thorton turning into a double agent and working for Gyrfalcon was an angle I was definitely going to pursue in the game.

  I did a mental happy dance. Look at this gorgeous guy in my bed. A guy that had the hots for me as badly as I had it for him.

  A guy who lived in Ohio, six hours away from me in Indiana. One who was doing his graduate degree and working just as I was. My free time was spent playing games. There was no time for a social life, never mind a relationship. A long-distance relationship.

  My stomach churned. Long-distance relationships never worked. Doing dirty things over Skype was nowhere near the same as the real thing.

  Why did I always have to burst my own bubble? Oh yeah, because I was a realist. The hard truth about life was that nothing was fair. My heart hung heavy as my vision grew blurry with oncoming tears.

  Gorram, life sucked.

  Drawing my legs to my chest, I gritted my teeth at that familiar morning sensation. Great, now I had to get out of that warm bed and go pee.

  I did my best not to disturb Dean as I slipped out from under the covers. I glanced at the unoccupied bed before I tiptoed into the bathroom. Emily wasn’t there.

  Uh-oh. Had Emily come back to find us sleeping together and leave? Or even worse, come in while we were doing it?

  Bloody hell.

  I shut the bathroom door before switching on the light. What a rotten friend I was. I didn’t have a doubt that Emily knew what was going on in the room one way or another. I had to call her. Explain myself. Apologize.

  But my cell was on the nightstand.

  Pee first. Then call. No, maybe shower. I smelled like sex.

  I caught myself smiling at that and scrubbed the smirk off my face with one hand. Why did I feel so wonderful and giddy but guilty and depressed at the same time? Relationships in the past had always been cut and dry. Yet I never had a connection with anyone else like I did with Dean. Never mind fireworks exploding when we kissed. It was goddamn supernovas.

  Relieving myself, I then turned on the shower. Hot. Almost scorching hot. Steam fast filled the bathroom as I washed. Under the streaming water, I tried to forget everything for a moment. I closed my eyes, and no matter how I tried to clear my head, Dean always filled my mind’s eye.

  “Is there room for two in there?”

  I started at his voice, flailing blindly before cracking my elbow against the wall. Even with it throbbing, I did my best to cover myself. Having sex in dim lighting was one thing, but now we were in a brightly lit bathroom and I looked like a drowned poodle. Okay, maybe not like a toy dog, but the wet look had never been flattering to me.

  “Whoa. Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Dean reached in and stroked my upper arm.

  Oh my. He was naked. Gloriously naked and hard.

  I nipped my lower lip as my arousal erupted with no care of what I might look like with flat hair and no makeup. “I’m okay, really. I just thought you were still sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  “You didn’t disturb me at all. I
n fact,” he said with sly grin, “quite the opposite. I could wake up to this every morning.”

  God, could he be more sexy? He was so smooth, sure of himself, and I was so…not.

  Dean stepped into the tub, shutting the curtain behind him with a swish. He still smiled as he drank in my body and tugged my arm away from my chest to coax me to him. There was no way to resist him. I was hypnotized by his trim body and come-hither gaze.

  I sighed into our kiss, forgetting all my insecurities as his erection pressed against my stomach as we embraced. I rocked my hips slowly back and forth, teasing his thick member.

  “Mm, good morning.” Dean kneaded my rear as I continued to sway.

  “Good morning to you too. And to Gandalf.” I giggled. The comment earned me a little tickle on my sides.

  He held me harder against him and reached down from behind to draw a finger along my slit. “He’s the horniest wizard in the world this morning. I was hoping we could go on a quest to help him with that.”

  “Maybe, but I think he needs to wash first.” I wiggled free of his hold. If he fingered me even a little more, I was afraid I might come too fast. I didn’t want to make it easy for him. I picked up the washcloth and soap, and then changed our positions so that he was under the spray.

  Dean leaned his head back and slicked his hair. Sleek and scrumptious.

  I didn’t move for a few seconds as I stared at him. The heat between my legs flared and screamed at me to get on with it. Take him. Take him now!

  When I finally did move, it was as though my life became a slow-motion film. I made sure the cloth was soapy before lathering him up. Hairless chest, strong shoulders, and flat stomach. His back, arms and underneath with the tufts of dark hair. Then I knelt and moved down, skipping his groin to do his legs first.

  Neither of us said a word. Dirty talk had never been my thing, and if I did say something, it’d likely be a joke. And laughter would only disrupt this juicy moment. The tension as thick as his cock.

  Speaking of which, it twitched as my hands neared it. His thighs tightened along with his sac. I washed under it, nudging it and giving it a little tug. His dark pubic hair was no longer fuzzy, but slicked down and giving me full access to every centimeter of flesh.

  Dean groaned and put a hand on the wall, steadying himself. His eyes fluttered, but stayed focused upon me.

  I dribbled white bubbles over the length of his erection, watching them drip down. Instead of using the cloth, I wrapped my hand around him and covered his entire penis with soap. The hand at his side clenched and unclenched.

  Staying on my knees, I turned him to one side a little so that water could rinse off his front. My chest heaved and grazed one of his legs. His thick cock jolted with the contact.

  The second the last bit of soap washed away from his genitals, I leaned in and dragged the flat of my tongue up his erection. I flicked it over the head once, twice and then three times before engulfing only the tip with my mouth. Dean moaned as I suckled him, echoing over the fall of water.

  My fingers danced up his inner thighs and toyed with his balls. Little caresses, long strokes and playful tugs. Dean bent a bit more at the knees and trembled.

  I took him deeper into my mouth, mindful of my teeth, and rippled my tongue. I bobbed my head a few times before he lightly put a hand on the back of it.

  “If you keep this up, I’m going to come fast.” He panted the words, obviously attempting to exert control over his pleasure.

  I released his throbbing member to speak. “Maybe I want you to.”

  My tongue circled his cock’s head, bumping it against my slightly swollen lips. I liked the thought of being able to bring him to climax with just my mouth, and so quickly too. There was a rush of power in it, and that tickled my fancy with a man who made me lose my head so easily.

  Dean grunted and pulled away from me. “I want you to come first. Let me wash you now.”

  Giving him a little pout, it fast turned into a smile. I wasn’t going to argue about it. I wanted his hands on me and his fingers inside. More than that. That luscious thick dick. “I’ve already washed.”

  “Even better.” Dean grinned and took my hands in his. He directed me to sit on the widest edge of the tub at the rear. Moving the shower curtain out of the way, he propped one of my legs up on the ledge and pushed the other to open me as far as possible. “Oh yes. Gorgeous.”

  I pressed myself to the wall to make certain I was steady in this position. If my skin wasn’t already red from the water and arousal, I would’ve flushed at his awed compliment. I was spread open for the world to see, okay, well, just Dean, but still. I’d never done anything like this before, and didn’t expect that I would like it.

  He slid his hands along my legs and eased to stop to frame my pussy. With his thumbs, he spread me open and rubbed the satiny insides of my labia. I sucked back a gasp as my heart thumped hard against my breast.

  Dean fondled me without letting his fingers venture farther as he bent forward and kissed me. I cupped his face, wiping water off his soft skin. Our tongues rolled, hot and lusty. It was when my focus shifted to the kiss that he drove a finger into me.

  There was no containing my gasp this time. He added a second finger to the first and crooked them just right. Pumping in and out a few times, he then held them in me as his thumb rounded my clit. It was not a gentle teasing. He had to hold me in place with his other hand.

  My head fell back against the tiled wall. It was cool but it felt good as I burned with ecstasy. He kissed down to my chest to ravage my breasts. Still so sensitive from all the attention he layered upon them the night before. My nipples almost hurt with how hard they were, and when he took one into his mouth, I gave a little cry with how sensitive it was.

  He rubbed my clit vigorously. Molten lava filled my veins. The core of it all in the triangle between my legs. My feet kept slipping, but I put them back in place, unwilling to distract him with a change of position.

  Then suddenly his mouth was down below replacing his thumb over my nub. His tongue swished around it before he sucked, resuming the thrusting with his fingers.

  I gripped the edges of the tub. I was falling fast. In more ways than one.

  Water splashed off his back and lightly sprayed me. My eyes squeezed shut under the onslaught of intense pleasure. The last thing I saw was the hickey on his neck.

  He was mine.

  Physical delight and my heart’s joy fueled the rockets of my ship. My orgasm slammed into me with no mercy. It shook me and would not loosen its hold.

  A scream. Was that mine?

  I felt apart from my body and reveling in its pleasure at the same time. Dean held me to keep me from falling off the edge of the tub, sucking and fingering me until the last of my spasms traveled through me.

  The heat of his mouth left me, and I whimpered. My eyes opened to gaze upon his exquisite face. He drew out his fingers and licked them. I shivered again.

  “Are you okay?” He rubbed my thigh.

  I nodded. “More than okay.”

  I was still flying high from that orgasm. But I wasn’t going to let him miss out. Sliding off the edge of the tub, I urged him to take my seat. His cock was still hard and red. It was as if my mouth had just left it.

  “My turn.” I grinned and wasted no time. Bending down, I opened my mouth, and took him as deeply as I could.

  He groaned as I sucked him, and I wished I could see his face now. Bracing myself with one hand, I used the other to help stroke him as I bobbed my head. With the position we were in, my breasts bounced against his legs with my movements. Still so sensitive from his ministrations.

  It wasn’t more than two minutes before he grunted and came into my mouth. I swallowed, not tasting as I did so quickly. I drained him to the last drop and then sat up to catch my breath.

  Both of us were breathing heavily. The aftermath of my own orgasm still sizzled between my legs. I’d never be able to take a shower without thinking of him again.
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br />   Dean hooked a hand around the back of my head and pulled me to him for a hearty kiss. I caressed his cheek and thought it felt odd. No, not him. My fingers. Totally wrinkled.

  “Maybe it’s time we dried off before I turn into a total prune.” I stole another kiss.

  He chuckled. “You go towel off. I want to rinse and maybe try to stop the world from spinning.”

  I laughed and kissed him once more before standing and stepping out of the tub. I gave him a once-over before I closed the shower curtain. He was so beautiful, even panting and flushed.

  I started to dry leisurely until I realized I’d better get some defrizzer into my hair before it began to dry and I turned into a wooly sheep. Well, if I did puff out, at least Dean had wood for sheep!

  Wrapping the towel around me, I hurried out of the bathroom to fetch the bottle from my suitcase. I crouched down before I noticed movement.

  I shrieked. Emily shrieked.

  “Frell me dead! You scared the crap out of me, Em.” I hugged the towel around my body as I stood.

  “Frell you what? Never mind. You just took ten years off my life.” Emily groaned. “I thought you’d be in there for much longer by the sounds of it.”

  Flushing a deep crimson, I covered my face with one hand. How could I do this to my friend? Emily must hate me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

  “Shush.” Emily flapped a hand at me and pulled a uniform out of her suitcase. “You were having hot shower sex. I’m not going to hold that against you unless you won’t share all the dirty details with me later. Besides, it’s Friday. I’m only dressing as Starbuck today. Be glad Kara Thrace is an easy character to design for. Now tomorrow is a different matter. It’s the costume contest. I’m going to need full access to this room all morning.”

  “Yes, of course,” I replied hurriedly. “But last night, I mean, where did you go?”