Swallowed (Devoured #2) (5 page)

Julianna sat on the piano bench in music room 5b, checked
her watch, and frowned. Kirk was twenty minutes late for their big day, the day
she was going to try him on for size. If only he would show up.  

The way he lost control in the office was the green
light she needed. He wanted her and she wanted him back. What else were two
consenting adults supposed to do? They were practically obligated to give it a
go.

In honor of the special occasion, she wore a short
black dress that zipped up the back and her best underwear because she’d heard
that sexy underwear was a special treat for married men.

Of course, Julianna had never had an affair with a
married man before. Not that she knew about anyway, but his relationship status
didn’t bother her. The passion between them was private. What went on when they
weren’t together was none of her concern.

Finally, a flash of brown hair crossed the window
and stepped back into the frame. She could see his glasses as he peeked through
the glass. Then she heard his hand on the door.

“Hi.” She crossed her legs as he entered the room
and angled her body towards him on the piano bench.

Kirk looked around. Besides Julianna and the piano,
the beige padded room was empty. “What is this place?”

“You’ve never been here?”

He shook his head.

“It’s one of the sound proof music rooms.”

“Sound proof?”

She nodded. “You can have complete privacy in here.”
She pointed at the door behind him. “All you have to do is pull that shade down
over the window and lock the door.”

He pulled the square shade down and pushed the round
button in on the doorknob as if he were just checking to see if she was right.
Then he turned back to face her.

“I was starting to worry you weren’t going to come.”

“I almost didn’t.”

“Why did you?” she asked.

“I wanted to see you.” He ran a hand over his head.
“About the other day in my office.”

She scooted over on the bench. “What about it?”

He walked across the room and sat down beside her.

She pursed her lips.

He tentatively pushed her chestnut hair behind her
ear as if he were afraid she might have an electric charge.

“I’m glad you came,” she said.

He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again.

She waited patiently for him to get his nerve, to
feel at ease. After all, now that he’d arrived, she wanted to take it slow. She
wanted it to last.

“You look-” He dragged his fingers down the outside
of her arm. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Kirk swallowed. He tried to speak again but no words
escaped. It was like he was under some kind of spell.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she said. “I’m
just glad you’re here.”

He looked her up and down like she was piece of rare
art. His nervousness was tangible and his silence only added to the increasing
tension in the small, still room.

“Why did you invite me here?” he asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He shook his head.

“Because I want to be with you.” She traced the
outside of his ear with her finger. “And because I think you want to be with me,
too.”

Kirk’s breathing grew heavier.

She leaned over to whisper in his ear. “We can relax
here.”

He looked at her with desperate eyes.

“But we don’t have to talk if you don’t want. You
can just show me how you feel,” she said. Julianna scooted towards him and placed
a hand on his chest. “I want to know you.” She undid his top two buttons with
one hand. “I want you to know me.” She slipped his glasses off and stood up to
put them on top of the piano.

Before she could turn around he was behind her,
pressing himself against her ass and digging his fingers into her hips. He
burrowed his face into her hair and inhaled as if he could breathe her in. A
moment later, he started stamping her neck with kisses. 

Julianna’s chest swelled as she felt him growing against
her. When she felt him unzipping her dress, she closed her eyes and let her
head fall back. The fabric fell around her feet as his palms ran up her stomach
and over her chest. She spun around to face him, and he kissed her hard like
his life depended on it.

His tongue did somersaults in her eager mouth as she
unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants, feeling a warm gush of anticipation
between her legs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants before looking
at Julianna like there was nothing left to do but her. She was overcome with
desire for him.

Kirk hooked his fingers around the skinny strings of
her red thong and pulled it down. She wiggled them off the rest of the way and
leaned her ass against the piano keys.

She hung her arms around his neck and let her head
fall back as he slipped his hand in between her thighs. He began to rub her
with his thick fingers until warm waves lapped through her body.

She reached down and freed him from his boxers,
feeling as if she wouldn’t be able to take it if he grew any more before he was
inside her. She guided him with her hand and he pushed inside.

Her mouth fell open and she groaned one, two, three times
before he pushed all the way in. She felt full and hot as he penetrated her,
the warmth of his desire radiating through her as he pumped her against the
keys.

Then without warning he pulled her away from the
piano and sat back on the bench so she was sitting on top of him. He was rock
hard and every movement was sensitive, intense.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing
her firm breasts so they sprang against his face. She grinded against him as he
took one breast in his hand and the other in his mouth, sucking her hard nipple
and dragging his teeth on it, inflicting pleasure so extreme it took her breath
away.

She wanted him more than ever so she spun around. As
soon as his hands grabbed her ass, she began to bounce on his dick and heard
his head fall against the wall. Her body burned as she pummeled herself with every
inch of him.

The sound of his moaning filled her with adrenaline
and she reached down to pull his balls gently, willing him to fill her up.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and forced her down onto her hands and
knees on the piano bench.

It took all her strength to hold on while he pounded
her from behind, his balls smacking against her ass while she cried his name.

Finally, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards
him and let out a final groan as he thrust himself deep inside her.

When he was done pumping her full of him, she collapsed
on the cool piano bench. She could still feel herself throbbing around him as he
lay down on top of her.

“Oh, Julianna.” He pushed some hair out of her face.

“You were so deep,” she said, her face and breasts
crushed against the bench.

“I know.”

“That was amazing.”

“God,” he panted. “What am I going to do with you?”

Julianna closed her eyes and smiled. “Hopefully that
again,” she said. “Hopefully that over and over again.”

Kirk threw his gym bag in the backseat and sat
behind the wheel before peeling a banana and the foil off the top of his blue Powerade. 

His legs were sorer than they’d been since his
wrestling days. Ever since he met Julianna in the music room he had been a
machine, running at the gym every day, sometimes up to ten miles at a time. He
needed the release.  He’d only met her a few times, but the affair had given
him a boost of energy he didn’t know what to do with. The running was an
attempt to harness it, to try and use it for good.

As far as Madeline knew, he was working out again
because of the stress of the study and because he’d gained a few pounds. She had
no idea that he was working out to get rid of the nervous energy caused by his
compulsive infidelity. She didn’t know he was coming home showered because he’d
been washing Julianna’s spit off his dick, her smell off his fingers.

They didn’t even talk. It was all about sex. She
would show up looking irresistible and he would use his pent up sexual
frustration like a sexual weapon and punish her for being so tempting, for
making his life even more complicated than it already was.

And it had to stop. Meeting Julianna was getting
easier and more comfortable all the time. Things had escalated too far, and it didn’t
feel healthy anymore. He knew that every time he met her, he was making it
harder for both of them to walk away.

The irony wasn’t lost on Kirk that instead of simply
studying addiction, he was acting like an addict. He recognized the behaviors,
the symptoms. Meeting Julianna in secret was a thrill and fucking her senseless
was a high. And then afterwards, he’d suffer the low that came from knowing
what kind of man he was becoming, had already become.

Not only was what he doing to Madeline unforgivable,
but it wasn’t fair to Julianna. She deserved to meet someone who could be there
for her on an emotional level, someone who could love her if love was what she
wanted. And Kirk couldn’t be that guy. She was wasting her time and her tight
pussy on him.

Kirk’s phone vibrated in the cup holder. “Madeline,
hi. I’m just on my way home now.”

“Good,” she said. “I want to talk to you about
something.”

“What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah… fine.”

“What’s going on?”

“I guess I can tell you now.”

He steadied his hand against the top of the steering
wheel.

“Kirk, I know I’ve put you through a lot. I know how
I’ve been carrying on and it’s, it’s totally unfair to you. To us.”

He slid his hand around to the bottom of the wheel.

“Are you there?”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I’m ready to try.” She hesitated. “I want to go
to counseling. I want to be a wife again.”

Kirk’s shoulders collapsed and he stopped holding
his breath. “Oh Madeline, honey. I’m so happy to hear you say that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. This is the best news ever. And I’m going to
support you every step of the way.”

“Thanks.”

“I have to stop somewhere quickly on the way home,
but I should be in soon. Twenty minutes tops.”

“Pasta okay?”

“For dinner?”

“Yeah. We don’t have to have it if you don’t wa-”

“Pasta’s perfect.” Kirk’s eyes smiled and his chest
swelled with happiness. “I’m starved.”

“Okay, babe.” Madeline’s voice sounded more cheerful
than it had in months. “See you soon.”

“Can’t wait,” Kirk said. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Kirk wanted to jump out of the car and do a happy
dance and a cartwheel and scream at the top of his lungs. His wife was okay! Or
at least she wanted to be! They were going to be okay!

And then it hit him. Assuming Madeline made the
effort and went to counseling with him and got better, there was only one thing
that could keep him from getting his wife and his life back.

Julianna. He had to stop seeing her. This was the
perfect excuse. Now was the time to cut ties. He couldn’t afford to lose his
nerve.

He punched the text into his phone.
I’m sorry.
We’re through. I can’t do this anymore.
He hit the send button and waited
until the “message sent” icon popped up. Then he deleted it from his outbox.

He wanted to surprise Madeline with something to
celebrate her finally coming around, for deciding to fight for them. He drove
to a small store on the edge of campus that sold lingerie and got out of the
car. He wasn’t sure the vibe would be right when he got home, but when the
moment came, he wanted to give her something that would make her feel sexy and
beautiful, two things he knew she hadn’t felt in a long time.

He walked into the shop and looked around for a few
minutes. He knew better than to get underwear. He’d made that mistake once
before, and when it doesn’t fit perfectly, it can really kill the moment. He
needed something safe, something elegant.

When he saw the short nightdress made of red silk, he
knew instantly it was the one. It was tasteful and classy. Just like her. There
was nothing about it she wouldn’t like. 

He walked to the register, put it down on the
counter, and rang the bell. A young woman smacking her chewing gum like a cow
appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the store. She was about to speak
when Kirk’s phone rang.

“One second,” he said, raising his pointer finger
and the phone. “Hello.”

“You want to explain that message to me?”

Kirk turned to the woman behind the counter. “Sorry.
Can you give me one second? I have to take this.” Kirk walked outside quickly
and was relieved to find the sidewalk empty. “Julianna. Hi.”

“What’s going on?”

He didn’t want to piss her off. She was the dean’s
daughter and it was vital that he ended things on adult terms, but the anger in
her voice worried him.

“Did I do something wrong? Hello?”

“No, Julianna. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Kirk
kept his voice down and looked around like a paranoid drug dealer. “You know I
care about you. I just think it’s time we stop this. It’s not healthy for
either of us.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem on Tuesday when I
was lick-”

“I know. I know,” he said. “But if you really care
about me, you’ll understand.” He leaned against the side of the brick building.
“I need to focus on my marriage. It’s important. I never should’ve let things
go this far with you. It’s all my fault.”

Silence.

“Are you there?” Kirk pulled at the hair at the back
of his head. “Do you understand?”

“You know I care about you. That’s not fair.”

“I know.”

“I’ve been the only one
taking
care of you,
too!”

Kirk winced. “I know.”

“This is not over.”

“I’m afraid it is. It has to be.”

“Not like this,” Julianna pleaded.

“Please don’t be upset. We can still be friends.”

“Sorry,” Julianna said. “But we can never be
friends. Not after what we’ve done.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to say this to my face.”

“Will that really make you feel better?”

“Kirk, c’mon,” she said. “At least let me say good
bye. That’s all I want. Just to be with you one more time.”

Kirk sighed. “That’s all you want?”

“Yeah.”

“And then we’ll go our separate ways?”

“Sure,” she said. “Besides Tuesdays and Thursdays at
eleven.”

He rolled his eyes. “Right. Besides class time.”

“Okay. But I have to see you one more time. I really
don’t think that’s asking too much.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night. Eight o’clock at the Union Hotel.”

“The Union?”

“Yeah. Why not? Don’t you think we should do
something a little bit special? For our last time together?”

“Okay, Julianna. I’ll see you then.”

He looked at the phone in his adulterous hand. What
choice did he have? It was the only way. He would make it special, he would
wish her well, and then he would throw his energy into fixing his marriage and beating
up his running shoes.

Kirk pushed the door of the shop open and walked
back to the register. The gum chewer was still standing there, waiting with
dull eyes.

“Will that be all?” she asked.

“Actually,” Kirk said. “Make it two.”