Come Undone (34 page)

David
looked equally horrified. I didn’t know what to see in the way he looked at me.
I only knew that I had finally managed to drive him away, but not soon enough.

The
damage was already done.

CHAPTER 2
3

I EXPECTED HIM TO RELEASE ME
, to make
some excuse about having to work early while gathering my things and ushering
me back into the night. Instead he grabbed me to him and kissed me with a
heated fury. He lifted me off the ground to his level and held my nape with his
free arm. He grew hard as stone between my legs, prompting me to wrap all of my
limbs around him. His fingers dug into my back, and I cried into his mouth as
the pain gave way to pleasure. He charged me against the cold plaster, knocking
against the nightstand and overturning a lamp.

“Oh,
baby,” he said through gritted teeth, adjusting my weight with his hips. I
released him and flattened my palms and upper back against the wall. He stepped
back with my legs still clinging to him and reached under my buttocks with one
arm. Holding me steady, he used his free hand to sink himself into me without
checking to see if I was ready. I was wetter than water, but I shrieked with
surprise from the unanticipated feel of his unsheathed cock inside me.

Immediately
he was pumping his hips against me, propelling me up and down the wall as he
thrust into me with urgency. “Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning over my hips to catch
my lips in a furious kiss. “You feel so good, fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted.
He drew me to him and wrapped his arms underneath mine, taking a shoulder in
each hand. We straightened against the wall as he pushed me deeper onto him
until my ass connected with his scrotum. I vainly grasped at his slick back,
trying to hold on as he continued to buck.

My
insides tightened deliciously with each naked plunge, bringing me quickly to
the edge, and I gasped for air as I threw my head against the wall, wincing in
pain as it hit directly on my bump.

“Shit,”
he said, backing us away from the wall.

“It’s
fine, don’t stop,” I uttered, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face
into his neck as he rounded the bed. He bent over suddenly, cradling my back so
I wouldn’t fall, and I gasped with new awareness of his depth. With a light
laugh, he drew back to kiss me quickly on the lips. He stuck a packet in his
mouth and tore it swiftly, producing a condom.

Still
dangling from his body, I gave him an exaggerated pout. He looked me evenly in
the eyes and pulsed into me once with a groan. My lips split as I drew a sharp
breath.

He
leaned over and pecked me again. “I can’t wait to come inside of you Olivia,”
he said, kissing the underside of my jaw, “one day, when you’re mine.”

I
nearly lost my grip at his words. I was so aroused, that I feared I might faint
from the sheer extent of my need. He withdrew from me and set me on my feet to
roll on the condom.

His
gaze swept over me in the moonlight, and he licked his lips as I stood waiting,
wringing my hands. “Clasp your hands behind your back. Like that. God, you’re
even better than I imagined,” he said, shaking his head, sending a rapid blush
up my exposed body. “And I imagined a lot.”

I
had imagined too. I took in his towering frame and broad, solid torso. Dark
curls started at his chest and thinned into a delicious trail. His stomach was
flat with a hint of a six-pack, and the muscles in his arms were perfectly
formed, just as I’d fantasized. His massive erection seemed implacable, and my
mouth moistened just looking at it. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I let him
examine me back.

He
turned me around, and I yelped as he smacked me on the ass. “On the bed.”

I
climbed up what I realized was a very high bed and sat facing him, running one
leg down the other eagerly. When he didn’t make a move, I bit my lip and
whimpered, nearly crazed with aching.

He
exhaled a short, forceful breath and took a large stride toward me. “Christ,
Olivia,” was all he said as he took an ankle in each hand. In one movement, he
had spread my legs and yanked me to him so I fell back on the comforter. I shut
my eyes and groaned when I felt his lips on the inside of my ankle, making
their way up my knee to my inner thigh. His mouth jumped to my stomach,
brushing my scar, and my ab muscles clenched fiercely in response.
No, no, no
, I told myself.
Stay with him
, I directed, trying not to
lose focus.

“Mmm,”
he moaned as he released my legs, pressed his chest to my stomach and took my
breasts in his hands, running his thumbs under my nipples with reverence. I
pushed my hips into his torso, desperate to feel him again. His mouth encircled
one nipple and then the other; I bowed into the bliss of his tongue, softly
crying out as I grasped handfuls of soft hair. He let me pull him up and kissed
me hard. He pressed his fingers against my opening and anticipation vibrated my
body. I bit my lip hard and after my whimpering plea, he shoved what felt like
two fingers into me. They crooked and massaged, feeling me from inside.

“Oh,”
I gasped, shocked at the new sensation. I writhed beneath him as he kept the
pace, bringing me back to the edge. I arched into his body, and he wrapped his
other arm underneath my lower back, securing me to him and sucking my earlobe.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. I fought off the urge to come from his fingers, wanting
nothing more than to feel him again, to watch him grunting as he hammered me.

“Come
on, baby, come for me,” he rasped into my neck.

“No,”
I shot back, reaching around and grabbing his solid ass in both my hands,
urging his hips toward me. “Fuck me, David, I need you.”

“So
fucking stubborn,” he growled and stood upright again, pulling my hips so
forcefully that I almost fell over the edge. I felt his fingers spread my
swollen lips and push the head of his rigid dick into me before shackling my
ankles in a steadfast grip. He slowly swirled his hips twice before I cried his
name in desperation.

At
that he plunged into me, taking no time to pick up his thrust. He released my
legs and my feet pushed against his shoulders, supporting him as he deepened
his range. He grabbed my hips roughly, nailing me into the mattress so fast
that I had to grab the sheets in a death grip.

“Look
at me, baby,” said a voice from afar. I obeyed as a roaring began in my ears
but squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prolong the impending orgasm. “Oh God, I’m
gonna come,” he said. I felt his hand grab my jaw as he demanded, “Look at me.”

I
broke myself from the darkness and opened my eyes for him, a cry escaping as
wildfire tore through my body, throwing me into a violent orgasm that had me
coming twice as hard and twice as long as before. He continued to pound me
through the climax, never losing eye contact. He fucked me wildly, seizing my
waist as my spent body threatened to slide up the bed with each thrust. I
watched as he roared from behind gritted teeth with a punishing final thrust,
squeezing me with his hands as he came feverishly, and never letting go until
every drop had left his body. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

~

Sinewy arms
propped David over me as he heaved. I ran a hand through my sweat soaked hair
and over my undulating breasts, trying to catch my own breath. I jumped when he
brushed my clit to pull out of me and throw the condom next to the other one. I
hooked my legs onto the edge of the bed, where I was still dangerously close to
slithering off.

“You’re
going to fall,” he observed, looking me up and down.

“I
can’t move,” I replied between heavy breaths. He reached over and pulled me
into a sitting position. A hand swept under my knees, and suddenly I was in his
arms like a bride. He carried me to the bathroom and let me down at the toilet.

“What?”
I asked.

“You
should always pee after sex. Go,” he commanded.

I
sat down, more out of exhaustion than compliance. “A little privacy?”

“Just
go.”

I
crinkled my nose at him. “David,” I whined.

“Fine,”
he exhaled and turned his back.

“Really?”
I said, mimicking his irritation with my own exhale.

“Olivia,
I just fucked the shit out of you, who cares?”

I
hadn’t had to pee before but now that I was in position, I couldn’t hold it any
longer. I relaxed and let the stream go. It was oddly intimate even though I’d
peed in front of Bill countless times. And I had the advantage of admiring David’s
toned ass as he waited, obviously magnificent, even in the dark. Once I’d
flushed, I hoisted myself onto unsteady legs. He was picking me up again before
I knew what was happening.

“Aren’t
I heavy?” I asked coyly, with my arms draped around his neck. He laughed
heartily and tossed me in the air slightly before catching me.

“No
honeybee, you are not. You think I could’ve fucked you that long standing up if
you were?”

“The
wall did most of the work,” I pointed out, as he held me over the bed.

“Oh,
is that what you think?” he asked, nipping my unharmed cheek with his teeth.
“Should we try it again and see?”

My
eyes widened in response, and I bit back a giggle. “Can you?”

“I
could have you ‘til the sun comes up, but you need to rest. We both do.” He
dropped me then and I let the giggle out as I hit the springs. “First, I have
to pee though.”

“What,
I don’t get to watch?” I teased.

“You
can if you want,” he said, gaiting away.

But
my lids were heavy and my legs were leaden and
did he call me honeybee again?
and the sheets must have been a
thread count somewhere in the thousands because they were
oh, so . . . .

I
was disoriented when I felt the mattress give underneath me. I wasn’t sure if I
had fallen asleep, but suddenly David was climbing in next to me. I reached
across the valley between us to touch him and said, “I’m cold.”

“Come
here.” He pulled me to him, and I complied, fitting myself against a body I
wasn’t used to. I rested my bent arm on his torso and lay my face on his
shoulder.

“How
do you feel?” he asked into my hair.

“Sore,”
I sighed.

“Good,
I want you remembering this all weekend.”

“Can
I tell you something?” I asked.

He
rolled onto me and looked me straight in the eyes while his chin rested on my
chest. His body seemed miles long with him below me, and I wondered if his legs
were hanging off the edge. “Olivia, I have been waiting for that question for
weeks. Please, tell me something that I don’t have to beat out of you.”

I
swatted his shoulder and snickered. “Don’t be ridiculous.” His face remained
passive though, and he didn’t laugh.

I
cleared my throat uncomfortably, feeling suddenly on the spot. “It – that
was . . .” I felt myself reddening and shifted under his weight, wondering if I
had time to change my mind. I curled my arm up to touch my earlobe, but he
caught it without even a glance and kissed the inside of my wrist. I held my
palm out instead. “That was my first orgasm with anyone. Well, first and
second,” I added, looking up at the ceiling.

“What?”
His tone conveyed his shock. “You can’t be serious,” he said, moving off me and
sitting back on his calves.

“It’s
true. Does that freak you out?” I asked simply. My hand fell back on the bed
and I shivered, suddenly cold.

“Sorry,”
he mumbled, snuggling back between my legs and tucking my arms underneath him.
A huge smile crossed his face, that broke only long enough for him to kiss me
quickly on the lips. “No,” he said emphatically. “I just can’t believe it.
How?”

I
faltered, wondering if it was possible to explain. “I’ve orgasmed on my own of
course, just never with a partner. I always thought Bill and I would get there,
but he stopped trying after a while. Not that I blame him. The harder he
worked, the less turned on I became. I let him watch me, but I could never get
into it.” I was silent. “So I might be on another planet right now.” He kissed
the base of my neck more times than I could count. “I guess it helps that it’s
been building for two months,” I added.

He
stopped. “Oh yeah? Then how do you explain the second one?” I gave him a shy
smile and his face turned serious. “You have no idea what that means to me,” he
said, placing another kiss in the hollow of my neck.

“It
means you are an experienced lover,” I kidded, even though I knew it wasn’t the
reason. I had blossomed for him. Beneath him, clasped to him, we were in our
own world, and I felt safe.

“No,”
he sighed, exhaling against my neck. “It’s different.” His voice was so soft,
that I had to strain to hear.
Is it
different for you too, David?
I wanted to ask, but I just enjoyed the
feeling of his lips, his breath, him, on my body. He lifted his head to give me
a mischievous look. “Mmm,” he moaned, grinding his hips against me softly,
alerting me that he was hard again. “That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever
heard. Even better then banging a virgin.”