Unfiltered & Undone

by Payge Galvin

  Analogies aside, it was a wonderful kiss. Sweet and tender to start, then growing deeper just as she expected it to fade, his thanks conveyed. Deeper and hungrier as he rose from the bed and tugged her around, pushing her down on the edge instead. That’s when she realized what was coming next. It wasn’t breakfast.

  She shivered in anticipation as the kiss grew deeper still, her arms around his neck, his hands in her hair and then on the straps of her baby-doll, pushing it off her shoulders. That’s when the kiss broke, as he pulled back to watch her negligee slide down, slowly, as if savoring the reveal. Over her breasts, then her stomach and finally her hips, leaving her in her panties. Those went too, his fingers hooking in the sides and tugging them down. Then he looked at her and inhaled sharply.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  She stretched back on the bed, her feet still on the floor, him standing in front of her, his gaze riveted to her, warmth suffusing every inch of her as he stared, unabashedly stared, and that felt so good, so damned good. His breath hitched as he watched her and his cock started to lengthen, and she smiled and stretched and wriggled on the bed.

  “God, I want to…” he began, then trailed off, still staring.

  “Want to what?” she asked.

  A short laugh. “Everything. Every-goddamn-thing. All at once.”

  He reached for her breasts first. Cupped them in his hands and flicked his thumbs over the erect nipples. He pinched them, his breath coming faster as she moaned softly. She rose from the bed and when she was sitting, his almost-hard cock was right at breast level. She shifted forward until it was nestled between her breasts. He reached for them again, pushing them together and thrusting between them as his fingers toyed with her nipples, caressing and pinching them and making her gasp.

  She looked down at his cock, thrusting between her breasts, and she flicked her tongue across the tip. He moaned and she bent to take the head between her lips, sucking hard. He thrust and she slid her lips as far down as she could reach and he gasped, then pulled back suddenly.

  “No, no, no,” he managed between breaths. “Not that.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “Fuck yeah, I like it. But I already got that. I shouldn’t be selfish.”

  She lowered her lips to his cock again and licked the tip. “I don’t mind.”

  “I do,” he said. “I have plans.”

  “And they don’t involve me sucking your cock?”

  He shivered as she said that, and she smiled, her tongue flicking out to taste him as she lifted her gaze to his and said, “What if I want to suck your cock again?”

  He shuddered and closed his eyes and thrust forward, and she laughed softly and took him in her mouth. She got halfway down his shaft before he pulled out abruptly.

  “No, no, no.”

  “But I want to—”

  He clapped his hand over her mouth. “Don’t say it. Please don’t say it. I have a plan.”

  “Well, then, get to it because if you don’t, I’m going to suck—”

  He grabbed her under the arms and tossed her back onto the bed. Then he crawled on top of her and started kissing her. She could feel his cock, hard and urgent, pressing into her stomach and she squirmed, trying to get it into a more useful position, but he rose up, stopping her.

  “No,” he said.

  She wriggled her hips against him. “So you don’t want to fuck me, Declan?”

  He shuddered and swore, eyes squeezed shut.

  “Is that a no?” she said. “You don’t want to—”

  “Stop.”

  “How about I do both? I’d really like to do both, Declan. First, I want to suck—”

  His hand shot to her mouth again. “Stop. Please. Or this is going to be over very, very quickly.”

  “Really?” She fixed him with her most innocent look. “Why’s that?”

  He choked on a laugh and leaned down to give her a quick smack of a kiss. “You are something else, Jess. Damn, but you are something else.”

  “A good something else, I hope.”

  He grinned. “An amazing something else. But now I’m going to ask you, very nicely, to save all that—and please do save it, because I will thoroughly enjoy hearing it another time, but right now, my plan does not involve me losing it and coming on your stomach.”

  She wriggled against him. “I don’t know. That kinda sounds—”

  “No.” He shook his finger at her again. “Enough.”

  “Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”

  Another hitch in his breathing as he looked down at her. “Not that either.”

  “Not what?”

  He let out a growl, and she laughed as he rose onto all fours, getting his cock safely out of rubbing area. Then he kissed her neck. Or he started with her neck. He was at her breasts in no time, sucking and nibbling and… and she forgot about teasing him and arched back into the covers, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. When his lips moved lower, she let out a small whimper of disappointment. Then his tongue traced a path down her stomach, circled her belly button and kept going and her thighs parted, giving him room automatically. Then she realized what was coming and tensed. It was barely a reaction at all, but he stopped and looked up at her.

  “Sorry,” she said. “I just… I’ve never had…”

  A slow, blazing grin. “Seriously? Damn. So… may I introduce you?”

  She shivered. “Yes, please.”

  He grinned and lowered his face between her legs, and she fell back on the bed, pulsing with anticipation. He ran his tongue down her thighs first, one and then the other. Then he licked her, a soft, barely-there lick that had her arching up, trying for more, but his hands were on her hips, pushing her back down as the vibration of his chuckle tingled through her.

  He teased for what seemed like forever, tongue and teeth and lips and oh, God it was good, and she squirmed and sighed and then, finally, his tongue slid inside her and she gasped, rearing up to meet him.

  And that was just the beginning. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and he alternated between teasing and then giving her what she wanted, back and forth between the two until she thought she was going to die from pleasure. The more she writhed and moaned and gasped, the better he got, like when she gave him the blowjob, any uncertainty she felt melting as his reactions said she was doing exactly the right thing.

  She guided him, not with hands or thighs, but with those moans and, “oh, yes,” and, “oh, God, Declan,” showing him what she liked, and feeling him respond. The power in that, in actually having someone who paid attention and cared enough to work at getting those gasps and cries… it was almost as delicious as the sensations themselves.

  When he stopped, she rose up on her elbows, blinking hard, her lust-fogged brain thinking “Wha…ore?” Then he slid up over her and she looked down to see his cock, rock-hard again and she smiled and parted her legs a little more, thinking, “Mmm, yes, as good as that was, I think I’ll take that now. Pretty please.”

  But he kept going, moving up the bed, off to the side, and she blinked again in confusion, until he reached for the nightstand and his wallet and she heard the soft crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then the zip of it tearing open, and Jess leaned back on the bed as he put it on.

  “I’d offer to help you put that on,” she said. “But I think I’d rather watch you do it.”

  He laughed and then started sliding back down and she reached out for him, but he moved past her, his feet hitting the floor again. She shifted down, getting into position, thinking he wanted it like that, but he took hold of her hips and pushed her back where she’d been.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  “Please?”

  His eyes darkened with desire as she wriggled toward him, her legs parted.

  He closed his eyes fast. “No.”

  “Pretty please?” She bit her lip and arched her hips. “I want you to—”

  “No. And stop that.”

  A wide
-eyed look. “Stop what? I’m just asking you to f—”

  “Later.”

  “You mean you’ll fuck me later? Or that later I can beg you to f—”

  His eyes squeezed shut again as he gave a shuddering shake. “Both. Later. Please. But for now… “ He opened his eyes. “I have a plan.”

  He grabbed her hips and pushed her back into position, then went down on her again before she could protest. Not that she would have. At least not once his tongue was in her, working her, and she couldn’t see his cock as he knelt on the floor and out of sight, out of mind, as they say, particularly when it took only about one second for him to remind her that this was a very fine alternative. Very fine indeed.

  He worked harder now. Not that he needed to. Talking dirty to him—and seeing his reaction—was enough of a turn on. He licked and teased and nibbled and then she came and his tongue was… everywhere. She had no idea where it was. Didn’t care. Just came like she’d never come before, crying out and grabbing at the sheets and calling his name as the waves rocked through her and as soon as they started to die away and she began to relax, he stopped. She pushed up, ready to beg—seriously beg—him not to stop, just a little more, please a little more.

  That’s when she saw his cock, pulsing and ready as he moved onto the bed and she reached for him and said, “Please, oh God, Declan please.” He plunged into her and she was still coming and she nearly bolted up, gasping, the feeling so incredibly intense and as he thrust, her orgasm started all over again, coming hard, coming so damned hard that she thought she was going to black out. Then he was on her, lying atop her, kissing her and thrusting and gasping between the kisses as he came and it seemed to go on forever, until they were both lying there, him on top of her, her arms around him, her legs around him, holding him close, him still kissing her.

  Oh God, Declan.

  So damned perfect.

  Chapter 13

  Declan

  As soon as Declan stirred from sleep, he reached for Jess—and his hand came down on an empty bed. He started awake fast. Had he dreamed what happened? Or had she taken off the moment he fell asleep, and was waiting to tell him it’d been a big mistake? He wasn’t sure which would be worse. No, that was a lie. The second scenario was definitely worse. As he jumped up, he saw her standing beside the bed, tugging her nightgown over her head.

  “Hey,” he said, alarm ringing in his voice.

  She turned, and when she did, that fear died in his chest. She was smiling, a wide, drowsy, happy smile. She leaned over and brushed her lips against his.

  “Go back to sleep,” she said. “I’m just making breakfast.”

  “No, I’ll get—”

  He started to swing his legs out of bed, but she stopped him.

  “My turn,” she said. “Go back to sleep.”

  She leaned in for another quick kiss. He caught the front of her nightie in his fist and pulled her into a deep one. Deep and so delicious. He fingered one strap on her nightie and pushed it over her shoulder. She laughed and pulled back.

  “You should rest.” She gave a wicked grin. “Get your strength back.”

  He tugged her hand to his rising cock. “It’s coming back just fine.”

  Another flash of that grin as her fingers wrapped around him. “So it is. Maybe I should take care of that before—”

  His stomach growled loud enough to cut her short. She laughed and released his cock, then gave him a quick kiss as she pulled back.

  “I’d better take care of that first,” she said, tapping his still-growling stomach. “We have plenty of time for the rest. My class isn’t until one. I’ll make you breakfast in bed, and then you can decide what you want to do for the rest of the morning.”

  “Oh, I know exactly what I want to do.”

  Her brows lifted. “Exactly?”

  “Mmm, generally. I have ideas, though. Lots of ideas.”

  “And you’ll tell me them over breakfast? In detail?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Another quick kiss and she was gone, Declan’s gaze following her until she disappeared into the hall. Then he fell back onto the pillows, still grinning like a madman.

  Hell, yeah.

  All of it. Hell and yeah, a hundred times over.

  The problem with fantasizing about girls is that, once you get them, the reality never lives up to the hype. Or so he’d thought. He’d been wrong. Wrong enough that he had to resist the urge to keep pinching himself and be sure he was actually awake. He’d had his fantasies of Jess—plenty of them—but in the back of his mind, they’d always come with a reminder that if he ever got lucky enough to catch her, he should expect her to be a little more… reserved than his fantasy version. Not true. Hell and damn, not true.

  She’d made the first move, and when he’d reciprocated, she’d enjoyed it more than he’d dared imagine. Unabashedly and genuinely enjoyed it and not been one bit afraid to let him know.

  Oh, Declan.

  His grin stretched wide enough to start hurting. He rubbed his mouth, and closed his eyes, replaying the highlight reel in his mind. The way she’d looked at him, the way she’d said his name, her face, her moans, her hands and mouth and plunging into her, and everything. Highlight reel? Hell, there was no highlight reel. Every goddamned thing had been perfect.

  When his phone buzzed, reminding him of a missed text, he reached onto the nightstand without opening his eyes. He lifted it and looked, and the first thing he saw was a conversation of texts. Then he started to read them… and realized this wasn’t his phone. It was Jess’s. A conversation with Sami from about twenty minutes ago. He would have looked away, but in that first glance, he caught a few words and his gut clenched and he had to read the whole thing.

  Sami: Good morning, sunshine!

  Jess: Good morning, indeed.… good morning :) :)

  Sami: OMG!! Did someone get their body guarded last nite?

  Jess: :) :) :)

  Sami: So stud service comes with the package, does it? You gonna call, tell me all abt it?

  Jess: Nope. Just…mmm. And more mmm. Talk later. Going to make breakfast.

  Sami: Keeping the stud around a little longer, are you?

  Jess: Oh, yeah.

  Sami: Does that cost extra?

  Jess hadn’t answered the last one. She didn’t need to. That conversation made things perfectly clear. Confusion and hurt and shame coalesced into anger. He pushed out of bed, grabbed his clothes and yanked them on. Then he strode into the kitchen, where Jess was putting bread into the toaster.

  “Hey,” she said without turning. “Coffee’s almost ready. You take it black, right?”

  “Sami texted.”

  “Oh?” She pushed down the bread. “Right. I left my phone in the room. Thanks.”

  “It buzzed and, I thought it was mine. So I grabbed it. I saw your conversation.”

  “No problem.” A soft laugh. “Nothing terribly private. Just goofing…” She trailed off, head tilting as if the tone of his voice had just penetrated. She slowly turned and her gaze lit on his face. Her eyes widened in alarm.

  “Oh,” she said. “You’d rather I didn’t tell her…” She swallowed. “I didn’t give any specifics. I wouldn’t do that.”

  “Stud service?” he said.

  Her brow furrowed. “What?”

  He lifted the phone and read: “So stud service comes with the package?”

  Jess blushed. “Sorry. That’s just Sami. She can be a little—”

  “You didn’t disagree.”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t argue.”

  “Huh?” Her face screwed up in confusion.

  “Is that what it was to you, Jess? Stud service?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “So we’re starting something here.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “You and me. What just happened. That’s the start of something, right? Not stud service. Not a one-night stand. A relationship.”

  Sh
e flinched and pulled back, and that told him everything he needed to know. He wanted to walk away. Get the hell out of this room before she said anything else, but he couldn’t move. Goddamn him, he couldn’t move. There was one tiny shred of hope left, and he had to listen—

  “I can’t do that,” she said, her voice soft. “I-I’m sorry if I misunderstood. I thought… I thought we were just… having fun.”

  He tried to respond, but his jaw wouldn’t unhinge.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I… There are things going on in my life… It’s got nothing to do with you. I just… can’t.”

  He turned and walked from the kitchen.

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  He made a beeline to the door. He didn’t storm off. As angry as he was, he wasn’t about to walk away when he’d promised to protect her. He went just far enough so he could still see her door. He paused there, hearing the distant “co-coo-coo-cooo” of a road-runner, and thinking, “What the fuck did I just do?”

  He made his way to a decorative boulder. A kingsnake was curled on top, sunning itself. As he sat, it hissed and slithered away, but it could have been a rattler and he’d have just plunked himself down anyway, too lost in his thoughts to care.

  What exactly had happened back there?

  Oh, that was an easy one. He’d been rejected. Not just rejected but mocked. Jess might as well have held out a hundred bucks and asked if she could pass his name on to Sami.

  That’s how it felt. It was not, however, what actually happened. And now, as the anger and the hurt slid away, he realized he’d overreacted.

  You think, Cavanagh? Really?

  He heard Jess’s voice again. I’m sorry if I misunderstood.

  What a load of bullshit, right? How could she not realize he was looking for a relationship? After all those dates he took her on… Oh, wait. Yeah. Let’s just skip all that and hop straight into bed, and then wonder how in hell she wouldn’t know he’d expected more.