Loose Corset

by Christine Rains

  “It makes it difficult to trust people, but you’re different. You’re not like other women.” Dean lifted his head. And, oh, those dreamy eyes. Shimmering and half-hooded.

  “No?” The word squeaked out.

  “No.” He walked around the table and ran the back of his hand along my arm. “I’m sorry Russell scared you. I know we’re moving a little fast. I never expected it to happen this way, but I don’t regret one second since I met you.”

  Sparks of desire ignited within me. I could hardly breathe. He wasn’t walking out. And he was the one apologizing. He was way too good for me, and I wanted him more for it.

  “I don’t either.” My husky voice trembled. “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I shouldn’t have let Russell get to me like that. It’s just that, in some ways, I think you’re too good to be true, and life, for me, usually sucks.”

  Dean turned me away from the chair and wrapped his arms around my body. “Then I’m glad I could bring something good into your life.” He leaned in. His supple lips so close to mine. “I want you to be happy.”

  “I am.” My fingers traipsed up his arms so I could wrap mine around his shoulders. My nipples hardened as I pressed my chest to his. He hadn’t even kissed me and I was ready to collapse into a steamy puddle of goo. Not a pleasant image. Too much like Odo in his bucket on Deep Space Nine.

  All gooey images were chased away when he did kiss me. Slow and deep. His tongue knew just how to tease mine, when to dart in and out, and when to allow his teeth a nip at my lower lip. My hands lost themselves in his hair as I surrendered to the kiss with a soft moan.

  He pushed me back so my butt hit the table and then coaxed me to sit on top of it. I scooted even farther back, parting my legs so that he fit between them. The bulge in his pants bumped up against my hot spot. I gasped and quivered. I wanted him like I wanted nothing before in my life. He was the Westley to my Buttercup. The Han Solo to my Leia.

  I kissed him hard. No, more like Zoe and Wash. More down and dirty sex that way!

  He fondled my left breast, kneading it and teasing the hard nub through the fabric of my shirt and bra. “I want you. Right here, right now.”

  His lusty growl stole away any reason I had left. Right here in the seminar room where anyone could walk in on them? That was insane. We could get kicked out of the hotel. And it made me wetter yet.

  Reaching between his legs, I squeezed his thick cock before popping open the button of his jeans. I forced the zipper down as I slipped my hand into his boxers. His erection twitched and throbbed against my palm. Pre-cum smeared over the tip of his penis, sticky like honey.

  I kissed down his neck, bending so that I could lick his cock clean. Dean snagged my chin and brought me back up to kiss.

  “I’ve got a condom in my wallet.” He fumbled behind him, yanking his wallet free of his back jeans pocket.

  “Another robe for Gandalf?” I grinned against his mouth and gave him a few tugs.

  Dean groaned as he chuckled. “Nope. Just Trojan. An eager little warrior.”

  “Nothing little about it.” I stroked him thrice more before helping to free his erection so that he could slide the condom on.

  “Flatterer.” He tossed his wallet on the table and opened the package. The condom rolled on in less than two seconds. “You’re just saying that because you want some nookie.”

  “And I’m going to get it too.” I winked and giggled. He pulled me off the table and slapped my rear before twisting me around so that my back was to him.

  Now it was his turn to pop open my jeans and dip a hand inside. I sucked in a breath as his long fingers played in my creamy wetness. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he fingered me. His lips brushed over my cheek.

  “So wet and hot,” he murmured.

  “The things you do to me,” I whispered and wiggled my rear against him.

  “And what you do to me.” He eased his soaked digits out of me and rubbed my clit as he kissed my neck. Then he nudged me to bend over, forcing my hands on the table so that I couldn’t touch him anymore.

  Frustrating as that was, it was far more of a turn-on as I glanced over my shoulder to catch him hungrily gazing upon my butt. He hooked his thumbs on either side of my jeans and pushed them and my panties down to mid-thigh. Hearing his grunt of approval caused my inner muscles clench. I needed him. Had to have him. Now. Inside me.

  Dean caressed my rear, following the curves of it with his fingers. He sunk one digit into me and drew out my juices, trailing them along my nether region to my anus. His finger circled my rim—I tensed, never before having been touched in such a way.

  He massaged my butt cheek with his other hand as the new sensations tantalized me. Tingling and hot, I almost told him to take it further, but then felt him poise his erection at the entrance of my pussy.

  Later. There would always be later to explore more new things. But now I wanted him pounding into me.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  Plunging into me, Dean teased no more. He held my hips, slamming me against him as he moved. I cried out and then bit my lower lip to keep from making any more loud noises.

  I lowered myself onto my elbows to give me a stronger anchor on the table. My whole body jolted with each magnificent thrust. I sizzled as if sprinkled with stardust. And in the dust, a galactic-sized orgasm expanded, ready to explode.

  Each time our bodies slapped together, the echo in the small room amplified it. Flesh meeting flesh, hot and wet. Matching the pounding of my heart.

  My hands curled into fists as stars danced behind my eyelids. Biting harder on my lip, I couldn’t contain my moans and whimpers. And when I hit that amazing climax, I smacked a hand over my mouth to keep in the screams of ecstasy.

  I was still shaking as his movements slowed and he released my hips. He leaned forward, resting his head on my back. His chest heaved as he carefully withdrew from me.

  “You’re amazing.” He nuzzled my shoulder.

  “You’re amazinger.” Yup, totally a word. Only when applied to him, of course.

  I flattened a cheek against the table, drinking in the coolness. Laughter filtered in from the hallway, and we both bolted up. Oh frak! Someone was going to catch us. I hiked up my pants and buttoned them closed as he chucked the used condom into the garbage can and tucked himself back into his jeans.

  Then we stood frozen, waiting.

  No one came to the door.

  We burst out laughing. I leaned against him and kissed his sexy mouth. “Maybe we ought to find the nearest bathroom and clean ourselves up a bit.”

  “Or we could go back to my room.” Dean raised his brows, smirking, as he picked up his wallet and slid it back into his pocket. I might have only known him for a few days, but I knew what that glint in his eyes meant.

  “Oh yes.” Linking my hand with his, I smiled as he led the way. I’d follow him anywhere just as long as he never let go.

  Chapter Five

  Geek girl problem #102: Wishing you could have sex in the TARDIS but knowing that any phone booth you’re going to find isn’t going to be bigger on the inside.

  Saturday was a perfect day. I woke beside Dean and rode him to a slow but powerful climax. Everyone met for brunch and the tension from the previous day vanished. Even Emily and Russell laughed and smiled. Emily won the costume contest dressed as Lightning from Final Fantasy XIII. Dean managed to sneak me away for a quickie in the afternoon.

  Yup, a perfect day.

  But as night rolled over the city, everything came crashing down.

  “You got married?” My head felt light. Was I going to faint? Maybe if I bonked my head really hard, I could forget what I just heard.

  “Yes!” Emily squealed and bounced on her toes. She held out her left hand. The diamond glittered as it caught the fluorescent light. “It was so romantic.”

  Russell, in full fancy steampunk regalia, kissed his new wife on the top of her head. “We found a Pastafarian who was legal. He performed the
ritual by the fountain outside the convention center.”

  Beside me, Dean made a choking sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. I refused to look at him. If he hadn’t been distracting me when Emily texted with the invitation to come to the wedding, I would’ve been there to stop it. This was insane!

  “A Pastafarian? Seriously? The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster can now legally marry people?” This had to be a joke. Please let it be a joke!

  “Yes! We’ll have to get a marriage license, of course—” Emily stopped and then pouted. “Wait. You’re not happy for me?”

  I repressed the urge to explode. Be calm. Talk some sense into Emily. Her marriage to that smirking villain wasn’t really official yet. “Emily, this isn’t like you. You didn’t have time to think this through. You were caught up in a moment. You’re going to regret it later.”

  “Not like me? It’s totally like me!” Emily stomped a foot and sniffed back a few tears. “It’s just not like you. That’s why you don’t understand. We’re in love.”

  From squealing giggles to angry tears in ten seconds flat. That was Emily. I gritted my teeth. “You can’t be in love. You just met him.”

  “Love knows nothing about time.” Emily’s voice rose close to shrieking. People stopped and stared. “Besides, we’ve known each other for a long time online. We share the same passions, the same dreams. We’re compatible on every level. You’re my best friend. You should be happy for me. I’m happy for you that you’re having fun with Dean even though we all know that’s not going to last.”

  It hit me like a sucker punch to the gut. My eyes widened. Dean laid a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. “What the fuck? This has nothing to do with my relationship.”

  Emily wiped her cheeks and folded her arms. “It has everything to do with it in your mind. Since you can’t have happiness, you don’t want me to have it.” She nudged Russell and started to walk away. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s my wedding day. I want to have fun.”

  “You’re being absolutely ridiculous! That—” villain, bastard, asshole, “Russell has filled your head with idiotic notions.”

  Emily spun around and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t you dare say a thing about my husband.”

  Russell slipped an arm around Emily’s slender shoulders and turned her away. The brim of his hat cast ominous shadows over his face, and his expression was unreadable except when he gazed down at his new wife. His face softened with true affection and sympathy.

  Gorram. He really did love Emily.

  The crowd dispersed as Emily and Russell walked down the convention center corridor. I didn’t move to follow. I didn’t want to fight anymore. My shoulders sagged as I let out a long breath.

  “Are you all right?” Dean hesitantly placed a hand on my lower back.

  I turned and hugged him. Tight. Did everyone really think we wouldn’t work out? That it was just a con fling?

  Russell had probably told everyone that I was going to break it off with Dean since that’s what he’d said to do. In fact, he likely fictionalized the whole thing, saying how fragile Dean’s heart was and how I was the bitch who was going to crush him. Certainly he whispered all that crap into Emily’s ear. Was this a game to him?

  Oh god. A game. Gyrfalcon took Thorton on as a double agent. The Governor then seduced Cora Osprey to get back at Gyrfalcon. It all made a hideous sort of sense!

  No. I was paranoid. Emily wouldn’t fall for a sweet-talking guy. Russell cared for her.

  If only I could pass it off as part of the game!

  “Stop thinking what you’re thinking. Let’s go somewhere quiet where you can relax.” Dean kissed my forehead and led me down the hall.

  “How do you know what I’m thinking?” I narrowed my eyes, but couldn’t hold the expression. I needed him. Not in the sexy way, but that was always good. In the having someone to lean on and understand me sort of way.

  “You’re tense. And you tend to jump to the worst possible conclusions first.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but swiftly shut it. Okay, maybe I did do that. My inner psychologist said I did it as a way of saving myself from disappointment. Blah, blah, blah.

  So why couldn’t I just be happy for Emily and Russell?

  Because they were insane!

  That wasn’t fair. They were both smart individuals. A little dramatic and emotional. A little as in saying Jupiter was a tiny planet.

  “Talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty head?” Dean led me down a much less crowded corridor. “You know, if you’re worried about what she said about you and me, don’t. No one can know where our relationship is headed except you and me. We’re the ones who can make it work or screw it up.”

  I stopped and gazed at him. Smart and gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?

  I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you for that.”

  If only I could lose myself in his eyes forever. With him, nothing else mattered.

  Actually, everything mattered. I wanted him in my life. How were we going to make our relationship work if we lived so far from one another? Both of us worked and went to school. It wasn’t as if we’d have a lot of time to stare at each other over Skype. Definitely no time to travel that distance back and forth often.

  “You kissed me and then got sad. Do I taste funny? I swear I didn’t eat that many sushi rolls at dinner.” Dean scooted us to the edge of the hall, leaning against the wall with me as he caressed my cheek.

  Goose bumps erupted over my arms. I tried to smile, but couldn’t. “You’re right about what you said. And I really want for us to work.” Really, really wanted it! “But long-distance relationships, they don’t last. I’ve seen them fail again and again. I found the most perfect guy in the world, and he lives a whole huge state away.”

  My vision blurred. I held back the tears, just barely. My heart felt as though it lodged itself in my throat. Why couldn’t I ever have the happy ending?

  “We don’t know it won’t last. We’ll both be done with school in a year. It’s not that long. It isn’t even a full year. It’s nine months.” There was a warbling edge to his voice. My arms wound around him. Why hadn’t I thought it was hard on him too? How could I be so selfish?

  “No, it isn’t that long.” There. I said it. Easier said than done, of course, but if he could be strong about this, then I could too.

  “We can call each other, Skype, email. Visit on the holidays, and try for some weekends too.”

  “And write letters. I’ve always liked real letters.” I smiled.

  “Yeah, me too.” Dean kissed me, nuzzling our noses.

  Then just as intimately, I added, “I’m really going to miss Gandalf, though.”

  Dean’s eyes lit up as he laughed. He pinned me to the wall and kissed me more deeply. “Not half as much as he’s going to miss you.”

  Flames of desire scorched my flesh. I could not get enough of this guy. His body was hard against mine as I ran my hands up his sides. I would have this last night of the convention with him and enjoy it most thoroughly.

  His cell rang, and he started, pulling back from me. Dean took the phone out of his pocket, and his lips thinned. “Sorry. I have to take this.”

  I nodded, suddenly feeling cold without him pressed to me. I rubbed my arms as he quietly talked.

  I didn’t think anything of him taking the call at first until he turned from me as he chuckled. That low and sexy laugh I loved so much. His body language changed from tense to relaxed as he talked about the convention.

  Likely a friend calling. I cocked my head to the side. A female friend? I couldn’t hear the words, but it was definitely a woman’s cadence.

  A furious flash of jealousy zipped through me. He’d stopped kissing me to talk to another woman?

  No, no. That was silly. Maybe it was his mom or sister. Anyway, girls and guys could be friends. I had friends that were men.

  “My place. Tomorrow night. Can’t wait.” Dean then s
aid his goodbye and ended his call.

  I bit my tongue. I didn’t dare let out the possessive alpha werewolf. It would send Dean running and screaming down the hall to know I even felt that way. Hell, I wanted to run and scream as I battled with my inner werewolf that I had no clue existed before Dean!

  Dean turned to face me and smiled. “That was my adviser.”

  I nodded. His academic adviser was a woman and coming to his place on a Sunday night? Not professional at all. That meant they were friends or…

  No. It didn’t mean anything like that. Dean wouldn’t do that to me.

  Why was the werewolf still growling?

  “We’re working out a few things,” he added.

  I nipped my bottom lip and nodded again. That so did not sound innocent at all.

  Taking my hand into his, Dean grinned. “Now, where were we? I think we were about to head back to my room.”

  An annoying urge to push him away irked me. There was nothing going on with Dean and his adviser. Nothing. I shouldn’t feel this way. It made me angrier that I did. No guy had ever provoked such emotions from me.

  What I needed to do was let him take me back to his room and then let my inner werewolf ravish him. Mark him so that everyone could see that he was mine. I should be annoyed with that primitive urge too, but I quite liked it.

  I yanked him to me and kissed his supple lips. “I don’t know if we could get there fast enough for my liking.”

  Dean groaned with his breath hot against my mouth. “Then we’ll have to run.”

  I grinned, clasped my hand with his, and tugged him down the hall. “Allons-y!”

  Just like the Doctor and Rose, we ran down the hall and out of the convention center. But unlike Rose, I knew I was going to get more than a peek at his sonic screwdriver. I was going to screw him senseless!

  We were breathing heavily by the time we got to the hotel and hopped into an elevator. I didn’t wait for either of us to catch our breaths. I pinned him to the wall and kissed him with ferocious passion. The soft sound the elevator made as it jetted up was a little like the TARDIS. It turned me on all the more.