LooseCorset (2 page)

I raised one leg, circling it around his, Dean and the wall
the only things keeping me on my feet at the moment.

But I wasn’t going to let him miss out on the fun. Or was it
just my own desire to touch his cock, to feel it throb in my hand? I didn’t
care. It didn’t matter. I found the bulge in his pants and stroked the length
of his swollen penis.

He murmured something against my mouth, but between our
heavy breathing and the blood rushing in my ears, I didn’t catch it. I reveled
in his sensuality. The way his lips moved against mine and how his fingers knew
just where to caress. He could’ve been a sexbot programmed just to pleasure me.

“More.”
Did I say that out loud?

My fingers discovered the buttons of his fly and tugged them
open. Whether he wore boxers or briefs, I couldn’t tell. All that mattered was
there was the hole to coax his erection from and I finally wrapped my hand
around it.

He was thicker than I’d imagined. My fingers and thumb just
managed to touch. Hot and hard, he twitched in my grip when I gave him that
first stroke.

“Fuck.” Dean nipped at my lower lip. Fondling a breast with
one hand, he attempted to find a way into my skirt with the other. The waist
was high, though, and it was fastened together at my side. His frustration came
out through a grunt.

Releasing his erection, I swiftly maneuvered the corset and
undid my skirt for him. I moved my hand fast onto that thick cock again,
jerking him with more fervor. The weight of his balls bounced with each tug.

Dean dug his hand down the front of my skirt and into my
panties. His fingers slid past the tuft of hair to ease along my slit. So wet
and slick. I’d never had such a reaction to a guy before.

He didn’t tease me. Two digits spread my labia as one
plunged inside me. I cried out against his mouth. My toes curled as my body
quivered, rocketing toward an orgasm that was coming faster than the
Enterprise
doing warp nine.

I twisted my fist with each stroke. The head of his erection
brushed against my hip. How I wished I could feel the satiny sleekness of his
flesh, but he had gloves on. Kinky in a way, but I wanted more of him. I needed
him without the layers of leather and buried deep inside me.

A second finger pushed up into my tight confines with the
first. His palm rubbed against my clit as his hand moved quicker than mine.

No man had ever gotten me off this way before. But there had
been no one else like Dean in my life. A few nerdy boyfriends, but none as
blazing hot as him.

His cock swelled, signaling his closeness to climax. Dean
kissed along my neck and pressed his mouth there to muffle his cry as he came.
The heat of his cum as it splattered over my hand was diminished by my glove.

The victory of bringing him to climax surged through me. The
last ingredient in the elixir of my own orgasm. I bit down on my lip as I
shuddered with the power of it. Soaring and free. Ecstasy was too little a word
to contain this feeling.

It might’ve lasted for hours for all I knew. We stood
leaning against one another, breathing heavily and lightly shaking. The
bittersweet scent of his semen tickled my nose, underlined by my muskier
perfume. It intoxicated me far more than the stout I’d had earlier.

His fingers withdrew, causing me to moan softly. Still so
incredibly sensitive there. So wonderfully alight with the tingling aftermath
of my climax.

A man walked by us and entered the men’s room. We rushed to
cover ourselves. Thankfully the guy didn’t look our way.

Holy humping bunnies, Batman. Did I just jerk off a guy
in the dark hall of a pub?

“Probably best if we clean up and get back to the others.”
Dean tucked his softening member away and did up his fly.

I didn’t look at him as I refastened my skirt. I needed to
stop shaking. “Yeah, they’re probably wondering if we got lost or drowned or
something.”

“And maybe it would be good if we didn’t go back at the same
time,” he suggested.

“Yeah, good.”

No. Not good. I lifted my head but he was already through
the door to the men’s room.

What did that mean? Didn’t he want this to happen? Was he
embarrassed? Right, of course. Why would a hot guy like him want to be caught
with a frizzy-haired geek like me? He just got caught in a moment while playing
a game.

My feet dragged as I walked into the ladies’ room. The hum
from the fluorescent lights seemed too loud.

My body still sang with my epic orgasm, but my heart hung
heavy. I was a realist. He was just playing a game. He only wanted Gyrfalcon.

Glancing in the nearest mirror, I reminded myself I was
nothing like my character. No hero. Just a loser.

And dammit! My corset was still undone.

Geek girl problem #44: You have no will power to
resist a guy who looks like one of your literary crushes.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone all day.” Emily poked me with
a long and sharp fingernail.

“Ow!” I inched away, rubbing my arm and ignoring the truth
of her statement. “I have not. I’ve had seminars and games that I attended. You’ve
seen my schedule. You know how much I planned to do at the convention.”

“You missed lunch with us.” Emily folded her arms, stopping
in the middle of a busy aisle of the dealer hall. A steady stream of people
flowed around us. “Russell said you didn’t answer any of his or Dean’s texts
all day. The rest of us you only gave quick nothings to. I feel slighted. I’m
your best friend. If you’re freaking about making out with a guy, you need to
be spilling it all out to me!”

“I’m not freaking—”

“Sydney wants to lock you two in a room together and see
what happens.” Emily sighed and then giggled. “Lady Gyrfalcon and Sir Thorton.
Who would’ve thought?”

Not me. And clearly not anyone else either. That said it all
right there.

I hadn’t told anyone exactly how far things went with Dean.
I only mentioned it to Emily, making her promise not to tell anyone, and that’s
why the whole group knew. Geeks gossiped just as much as anyone else.

I didn’t expect Dean would say anything. And why would he?
He had his bit of fun. If it hadn’t been dark in that hall and I hadn’t been in
costume, he wouldn’t have looked at me twice. Well, maybe to ogle my breasts.
Several guys were doing that right now as they started to walk again. I had on
jeans and a black t-shirt, but the text reading “And then Buffy staked Edward.
The end.” stretched across my boobs. Not that I believed they were only reading
my shirt.

“Well, you better be there at dinner. That’s all I’m saying.”
Emily waggled her finger.

“Yes, of course, Tinkerbell.” Not if I could find a way out
of it.

“I’m not Tinkerbell. I’m a wood sprite.” Emily stomped a
foot, making her wings jiggle. Then, catching sight of something, her eyes went
wide as her mouth made a little “O”. “Ooh. Dice!”

The annoying fairy attached herself to me for the remainder
of the afternoon. There was no ditching our dinner plans. My stomach twisted in
knots. How could I face Dean after last night? This was no dark and noisy pub.

Thankfully, even for a Thursday, the restaurant overflowed
with so many nerds waiting for tables, they could not seat our entire group
together. Yes!

Russell and Dean were already inside with Josh and Andrew.
After an hour’s wait, Emily, Sydney, Patrick and I were escorted to a table
without anyone we knew in sight. We talked about pirates, renaissance fairs,
and cosplay. Nothing at all about Dean.

But my thoughts kept drifting back to him. How his lean,
hard body felt against mine, how he sucked on my breasts, and oh, how his
fingers felt as they delved into me. Fast and sure.

I blamed the flush on my face on the spicy wings we shared.

The four of us didn’t get out until after ten. Patrick and
Sydney had a chainmail workshop early in the morning, so they headed back to
their hotel. Emily texted the other guys and suggested we play Dungeons &
Dragons.

Panic clawed its way from my stomach to my chest. I couldn’t
face him. Not now.

“We’ll meet at Russell’s room in the Hyatt.” Emily pocketed
her cell and led the way. How she managed to sew pockets into the skimpy sprite
outfit, I’d never know.

“I’m actually going to crash for the night. It was a long
damn day.” I yawned. Not totally fake, but it earned a skeptical look from her.

“Still avoiding Dean?” Emily raised her brows and shook her
head. “Come on. It’s not that bad. You made out with the guy. So what? I don’t
know what you’re so embarrassed about. Sure, we’ll likely tease you guys, but
hey, then we’ll make fun of Russ’ mustache, Josh’s pink shirt and my flat
chest. It’ll be fine.”

I could take a little teasing amongst friends, but I’d
failed my guts roll today. Every die was coming up a one. “Tomorrow I’ll be
better about it. I’m just tired and need some quiet time. Really.”

Emily breathed out a long-suffering sigh and shrugged. “You’re
missing out on the fun, hon. I’ll try not to wake you when I come in tonight.”

“See ya.” I waved and went off in the opposite direction. My
shoulders relaxed and I breathed in the cool night air. Blech! Downtown
Indianapolis stink. Did a horde of CHUDs live under those grates?

When I got back to the hotel and the elevator opened on my
floor, I felt better than I had all day. I was smiling as I turned the corner
toward my room and nearly tripped over my feet when I spotted Dean standing
beside the room door.

Leaning against the wall, he had one black-booted foot
against it. His jeans were frayed at the knees and his black t-shirt featured a
Harry Potter quote that was quite appropriate for what had happened last night.
He could be a young Sirius Black. Desire shot through my body.

Frak! No, no, no.

How did he know where I was staying? And why was he here and
not playing D&D with the others?

Emily. Dammit.

I wanted to flee. My heart pounded against my rib cage. I
forced herself to walk toward him. I just had to be polite and state how tired
I was. If he was any bit a gentleman, he’d leave me be.

Dean turned his head and smiled. “Hi.”

My legs turned to mush. Maybe that would add to my exhausted
excuse. “Hi.”

“Did you have a good day?”

I fumbled for the keycard in my tote bag. “Yup. Really busy,
though. Totally exhausted me.” I found the card and swiped it through the lock.
“Looking forward to a good night’s sleep. I hope no one minds I skipped the
game tonight. Just, you know, so tired.”

I pushed open the door.

“Morgan, wait. We should talk.” Dean held out a hand to me.
No gloves. He had long fingers. Fingers that could…oh god.

“Maybe tomorrow. Really tired right now. Have a good night.”
I stepped inside, smiled what I was sure was a ridiculously awkward apologetic
smile and started to close the door.

Dean stepped in full view of the door. One of his thumbs
hooked in his jeans pocket. “You know, I never took you for a coward, Lady
Gyrfalcon.”

I froze. Did he just call Gyrfalcon a coward? Oh no, he did
not.

I opened the door wider and dropped my tote. “I am far from
being a coward, Sir Thorton.”

“And yet here you are, running away. This does not encourage
confidence in your leadership. I want to work with someone who believes in what
they’re doing. And while I’d prefer that be you, the Governor isn’t lacking in
confidence.” Dean stepped forward, half in the door.

“The Governor is an arrogant fool.” I snapped, so easily
falling back into character. “And anyone who willingly follows him in an even
bigger one.”

“Then invite me in, my lady. Let us talk of secret plots and
the elimination of fools.”

I hesitated for a second. I was falling for his ploy again.
Another Steampunk Quest moment played out live. Yet Gyrfalcon wouldn’t send him
away. She’d take control of the situation and use it to her advantage.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside. “Get
in before someone sees you. If you’re going to be a double agent, it’ll do us
no good if you’re seen at my door without a blade in hand.”

The door clicked closed behind him. We were alone in a hotel
room together.

A thousand naughty thoughts zoomed through my mind. My chest
tightened. What now?

“Wise choice.” Dean smirked as he sauntered in, walking past
the sitting area and toward the two queen-sized beds. “Are we alone? No one
else lurking about?”

“Of course we’re alone. No one enters my private suite
except my second, Cora.” And now him. What did that say? It said that I wanted
to jump his bones and was crazy for even thinking such a thing. But look at the
way those jeans hugged his ass. Yesterday I didn’t get to see that gorgeous
view while he was wearing his jacket.

“Then talk to me.” He turned, standing at the foot of my
bed. The only lamp left on shadowed his face. Dark and mysterious. So damn hot.

“About what?” I folded my arms and moved to stand in the
spot directly between the sitting and sleeping areas. No wall separated us, but
I stood on an invisible line. One that made my stomach flutter when I thought
of crossing it. “I told you I don’t trust you.”

“And I thought I proved that you could.” One slow step after
another, Dean walked toward me. “I didn’t tell anyone about our rendezvous.”

I flinched slightly. It wasn’t as if I blabbed about it to
everyone. Emily was my best friend. We shared everything. And I knew full well
Emily had trouble keeping secrets. Dean must think me an idiot.

“I told my second, and only details she needed to know. That
was it. Anything else,” my head dipped down as I sighed, “she embellished on
her own.”

“I figured as much.” His smile could melt kryptonite.

Wait. How did he get so close to me? Barely a foot separated
us. When I tried to back away, my feet ignored my command.

Dean caressed my cheek and traced his thumb along my jawline
to my chin. One touch and I was wetter than I’d ever been. It was a potent
spell he cast. No love potion had ever worked as well as Dean Bradley’s magic
fingers.

Oh my. His long, sensual fingers.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” Did I squeak? Please God,
tell me that my voice didn’t crack like a horny teenage boy’s.

“About what?” He was smooth, throwing my own words back at
me.

The air between us sizzled. Had I suddenly developed psychic
powers to feel that? Because it was undeniably there.

The pad of his thumb slid over my bottom lip. I quivered
with anticipation, my nipples hardening and stoking the growing fire between my
legs. My traitorous libido.

Be Gyrfalcon. Be Gyrfalcon. Be Gyrfalcon.

I grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and yanked him
to me. Standing a little on my toes, I kissed him hard. Mini lightning bolts
zinged through my body. Not even shirtless Thor could make me feel this
electrified.

Was this what Gyrfalcon would do?

Who cared! I just wanted more of him.

Dean gripped my hips and drew me to him. My breasts mashed
to his chest. I swore I could feel his heart beating as hard as mine. Did he
want me just as much? His hands dropped around to my rear and squeezed,
pressing me against him more and making me very aware that his arousal was as
urgent as my own.

Feverish kisses rained upon me like rapid fire. Since he
wasn’t wearing his goggles tonight, I wove my hands into his hair. So soft,
tickling between my fingers.

A red haze tinted my vision and fogged my Vulcan-like
reasoning. I’d never moved this fast with a guy. No guy had ever inspired me to
do so, but Dean spoke to every inch of me without saying a word. He made me
feel like one of Pan’s nymphs, forever horny.

I turned his back to the bed, pushing him down. He kept his
arms around me and took me with him. Our foreheads bumped, but that barely
registered as our groins met.

Sizzling heat. My hips jerked eagerly against his.
Straddling him, I placed my hands on the bed for balance as we continued to
kiss. I breathed in the same breath as him, sharing one elemental essence, and
needing so much more.

Dean’s hand slithered under my shirt to my breasts. I moaned
as he groped them. My nipples crinkled to further hardness and poked against
his chest.

God, I had to have him. It was if I was lost to the Vulcan
pon
farr
.

With one more suckling kiss, I sat up and yanked my shirt
over my head. My black bra was meant more for support than beauty, but I
whipped that off just as quickly. My breasts bounced with their freedom, and
the hard nubs ached with the sudden coolness from the air-conditioning.

Dean reached with both hands, plucking at my nipples, before
taking control. He rolled me over on the bed so that he was on top between my
legs. His shirt came off swiftly, and I took the opportunity to kick off my
sneakers. I scooted farther up on the bed. His hungry gaze never left me.

Pausing to rid himself of his boots, Dean kissed my
quivering stomach. Slowly he brought his mouth up my body, descending upon my
breasts like a ravenous beast. I gasped as my back arched. He used his body
weight to keep me pinned down.

I was on fire, and like the Human Torch, I reveled in it.
His tongue was the flames that licked at me, his lips made me sizzle and his
teeth caused exploding sparks.

I ground my hips sinuously against his. The friction from
our jeans making me all the more wanton.

Dean’s kisses found my mouth again. “I want you.”

“Yes. Yes!” Words wasted too much time. “Pants. Off.”

It was the most breath I could spare for a command. I tugged
at the top button on his jeans, but it refused to pop free. He tore it open
along with the fly. His erection fell out against my thigh. My vaginal walls
clenched, making me shudder with the desire to have him inside me.

I squeezed his swollen cock before pushing down his
underwear along with his jeans. When my hands couldn’t reach any farther, I
used my legs and feet until they were down far enough that he could kick them
off.

Dean tore my jeans open and yanked down the zipper. He
snagged the top of them, and as I lifted my butt off the bed, he swept them
off.

His gaze dragged over me as his lips quirked up in a
predatory smile. I could barely breathe. He was so damn hot.

His chest was hairless and lined with lean muscle.
Definitely a fencer. Taut and sexy. His erection pointed upward, glistening
with a smear of pre-cum on the tip. I clenched again, feeling my own wetness.

Dean brushed his fingers along my inner thighs, coaxing my
pelvis to angle toward him. “Um, condoms?”