LooseCorset (6 page)

Some guys were leg men, and others liked junk in the trunk.
I cupped my breasts and captured his glistening cock between them. Dean was
clearly a boob man. I squeezed him hard as my nipples poked against his abdomen
and then bounced them, bobbing my body to produce even more friction.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered and grasped the edge of the bed. His
hips jerked toward me and his head fell back.

My desire flared, making me so wet my inner thighs were
soaked with it. He was so beautiful lost to ecstasy.

I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times
as it popped up through my cleavage. He shook and moaned, and I couldn’t wait
any longer. Releasing my breasts, I hurriedly stood and straddled him, kissing
him before he could get his arms around me.

His hard length sawed between my slick labia a few times
before the throbbing head poked at my entrance. I held him there as we kissed.
Needing and wanting, but waiting to explode into a fervid frenzy.

It took all of seven seconds.

Both of us gasped as I mounted him. Spreading my legs as far
as I could, his huge erection filled and stretched me. I ground against him.
The fullness of my vulva flush against him. My juices drenched his groin,
allowing for a smoother and faster rhythm.

Dean’s nails dug into my ass and spread me wider yet.

My orgasm smashed into me. Immense and unexpected. The big
bang at the beginning of the universe was not as colossal as this.

I held on tight as I cried out and shuddered. He kissed
along my neck, nipping at the flesh and tugging at my earlobe with his teeth.
Every little sensation was amplified a thousand times. Each kiss extended my
orgasm and blinded me with pleasure.

Before I even came down from that nebula, Dean slapped his
hand against my left butt cheek and flipped me on my back onto the bed.

My eyes opened wide. He’d spanked me. And even more, I liked
it. “Again.”

So kinky. So not like me. So very much like this sex-hungry
woman who couldn’t get enough of this hot geeky guy.

Dean spanked me again as he settled back between my legs and
drove into me. I wrapped my limbs around him like a cocoon and rocked with the
furious pace he set. His thrusts drove into me hard, his sac smacking against
me with each one.

Gripping his hair, I held his head to kiss him as if I might
devour him. When he came, I ate up his grunts and groans. I sated myself on his
pleasure as if I were a bookish succubus.

My legs fell limp to the bed. Dean kept himself inside me as
he softened, kissing and nuzzling. Warmth and joy bubbled happily in my veins.

And something more. More than lust and a fangirl crush.
Could I really feel that much after one weekend?

After another minute, he rolled to one side and bundled us
up in the blanket. I snuggled up to him and pressed my head to his chest. His
heart thumped heavy and still a bit fast. Did he feel what I did?

I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t something I was used to
asking anyone. Emotions weren’t something I easily discussed, especially ones I
couldn’t even name.

Just let him hold me. It was amazing just lying there in his
arms. Two souls locked together in one beautiful moment.

Did I just think that?

Maybe they were all wrong. There might be a little bit of a
romantic inside me.

Geek girl problem #1: The only happily ever afters you
have known have been in books.

I didn’t even realize I’d drifted off until my eyes
fluttered opened and the morning sun was peeking through the curtains. I rolled
onto my back and stretched my limbs, turning my head to gaze at Dean, asleep
beside me.

Desire surged through me along with a swelling in my chest.

It was Sunday. The final day of Gen Con. He’d be heading
home before noon. Our time together would be over.

My throat tightened. I bit my lower lip as it trembled.

No. It was too girly to cry. Gyrfalcon wouldn’t cry. She’d
probably already be up and dressed, going over the previous night’s reports and
planning new strategies.

I wasn’t going to cry either. I was going to thoroughly
enjoy my last few hours with Dean and tell him exactly how I felt. Or, well, as
best as I could describe it. Honesty was the best policy. I didn’t want to
regret anything.

Tenderly, I caressed his cheek and traced down from his jaw
along his neck to his chest. An elegantly long and sculpted form.

A smile turned up his lips even though he hadn’t opened his
eyes yet.

I’d give him something wonderful to wake up to. Grinning, I
slid my hand farther down to discover his already stiff penis.
Mmm, yes.
I stroked his morning wood and maneuvered myself so that I crouched over him.

Balancing on my toes with my knees bent and legs splayed, I
was on full display for him as I directed his erection along my slit. Cream
slicked my nethers and made for delightful little wet sounds. Dean sucked in a
breath as he opened his eyes.

There was no rush. I kept hold of his hard cock, running the
head back and forth.

It was a bit like savoring really good ice cream but a whole
seven levels of better. Sweet and gooey, delight rippling to every part of my
body.

His hands crept up my thighs, massaging and easing the
strain on my muscles from my crouched position. Long fingers skimmed over my
mound. I drew in a shaky breath and he did it again.

Dean was careful of my arm, not interfering in my slow
tease. He pulled aside my labia, opening me wider, and circled my clit with one
finger. No faster than I was going, but still enough to make me squirm and
almost lose my balance.

So sexy, so hot. I’d never experienced anything so intimate
before. Today I would bare myself on all levels to him.

His cell phone rang.

I started and had to let go of his erection to catch myself
before I fell backward. What the frak?

Keeping one hand on me, Dean scooted up a bit and frowned as
he leaned over to look at the time. He then grabbed his phone, patting my leg. “Sorry.
I’ve got to take this.”

I sat on my butt and glanced at the clock. Six in the
morning? Who the hell was calling him that early?

Oh wait. Russell. How did I forget about Emily and Russell?

Nope. That was a woman’s voice on the other line. Dean
laughed.

Recognizing the caller, my throat tightened. I slipped out
of bed and into the bathroom.

Dean’s adviser was calling him at six in the morning. First
of all, who’s awake at that time on a Sunday morning? And then, why would his
adviser call? Was she eager to confirm meeting him later that night? Alone in
his apartment.

I waggled a finger at myself in the mirror.
No. Don’t be
one of those girls. Don’t be paranoid.

Taking a deep breath, I felt a little better. Sexually
frustrated and irritated at an early morning call, but yes, better now. I used
the toilet and then hopped into the shower.

Ten minutes later, Dean had not joined me.

I could only soap my body slowly so many times. Turning off
the water, I could still hear Dean talking. To another woman. He answered the
phone at six in the morning to talk to another girl, interrupting sex with me!

That wasn’t paranoia. This was a fact.

Snatching a towel off the rack, I dried off. I was about to
march out when I heard the door to the hotel room click open. Freezing, I
cocked my head and listened. Dean greeted Russell and ended his call.

He ended his call for Russell!

And wait. There was a perky morning person out there too.
Emily.

I leaned against the sink. Gorram. This wasn’t how I wanted
to see Emily again. I wanted to be calm, get her alone, and have a best friend
talk with her. Wearing clothes, preferably.

A knock at the bathroom door startled me.

“Are you ignoring me?” Emily snipped.

I didn’t want to fight again. Not right now. Never,
preferably. “Uh, no. I just got out of the shower and all my clothes are in the
other room.”

“Oh.” Emily walked away from the door and came back a minute
later. “I have your clothes.”

“Thanks.” I opened the door enough to get my things and then
dressed as quickly as I could. There was no more talk from the other room. The
silence was eerie. Did something in the shadows eat them?

Taking a few deep breaths, I exited the bathroom. Russell
and Emily stood together at the far side by the window. Their silhouettes
reminiscent of that painting, American Gothic. Dean had thrown on some clothes
and sat on the end of the nearest bed.

“We come bearing coffee.” Emily motioned to the cups beside
her on the table.

No one else was drinking theirs. The tension was worse than
when Buffy told the gang she’d be ripped out from heaven and then almost burned
up dancing.

I walked over, picked up a cup, and fiddled with the lid.
Someone had to lead the song. “Thanks. I need it this morning.”

Dean made a little motion for me to come sit with him. I
stood where I was.

So many things ate away at my insides. I’d thought Emily
insane yesterday. And yes, Emily did tend to be overdramatic, but she wasn’t
stupid. I had said she couldn’t be in love so soon. What if I was wrong? What I
felt for Dean was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. Would I marry
him on a whim? No, but that didn’t mean that one day…

If Dean didn’t like his adviser better.

“I need to apologize.” There. A good start. I set down my
cup, lest I squish it, and stared at my hands. “I reacted badly yesterday. I
was shocked. It all happened so suddenly, and yes, maybe I was placing too much
of how I would act on you. You’re not me. And I love you for it. That’s why we’re
best friends.” I raised my head to look at Emily. “And I missed your wedding. I
can’t believe I missed your wedding! Really, I just want you to be happy. And I
never saw you so happy as you were last night.”

Emily squealed and threw her arms around me. “Thank you,
thank you, thank you! I really have never been this happy!”

I squeezed her. I had my best friend back. Just like Remus
and Sirius, we were reunited. Except Emily was married to Lucius Malfoy. Well,
if Lucius ever grew a handlebar mustache.

“I’ve got so much to tell you. So many plans!” Emily bounced
and clapped her hands. “We have some important things to discuss.”

“First, let me say something. My lady,” Russell’s voice was
smooth as velvet as he addressed me, “I think perhaps we got off on the wrong
foot. It was none of my business to tell you those things about my cousin. I’m
a might bit overprotective of those I care about. I didn’t want to see him hurt
again. I apologize for causing you any stress over the matter.” He held out his
hand.

And I thought Emily was overdramatic. Geez.

“Apology accepted. We resolved the matter ourselves.” At
least that one. I shook Russell’s hand. Firm, almost challenging. “And I see
how you look at Emily. It’s clear you do care for her. So if you’re a bit
overprotective of her, I’m good with that. I’m the same way.” Releasing his
hand, I smiled. “And Governor, if I ever find out this is some ploy of yours, I
will not hesitate to do away with you myself.”

Russell smiled and spread his arms. “If true love is a ploy,
then you should slay me now.”

Emily let out a delighted cry and embraced both me and
Russell. Her petite body squished between the two of us.

“If your wedding present is a threesome, I happily accept.”
Russell chuckled.

“Pervert.” I shook my head and wiggled out of the hug to
grab my coffee.

“And I love that about him. Oh, the things I could tell you!”
Emily giggled.

“Don’t want to know.” I cringed and sipped my coffee.
English toffee. Nice. Sugar would help me get through this day.

Dean patted the bed beside him, smiling at me, but I ignored
him again. His brows furrowed but he didn’t say anything.

“So, okay. Let’s just get right into this because it affects
stuff that’s going on today.” Emily grinned from ear to ear. “Since I’m a
newlywed, I don’t want to be away from my man. We’ve been up all night talking
and working out the details. Russell is going to come home with us and help me
pack up my things. I’ll be moving with him to Ohio. I know it’s sudden, but it’ll
work out.”

I had to set down the fragile cup again. This time it was
dented. “Wait. You’re leaving school? Moving to another state?”

I got my best friend back only to lose her again. My stomach
churned.

“I can finish off my degree online. It’s only a few more
courses. It makes more sense for us since Russell has a good job. And I’ll pay
rent for the next couple of months until you can find another roommate. I
wouldn’t leave you out on the street.” Emily did have it all worked out. Even I
had to admit it was more logical for Emily to move in with Russell since he had
a job.

Not that logic helped any with how I felt about it. Both
Dean and Emily would now be living far away. It wasn’t as if I had a large
group of friends to hang out with. These were the two people who meant the most
to me in the world aside from my family. A hollow sense of abandonment made me
numb.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Emily beamed.

How could I say no? My best friend was in love and really
happy. I’d ruined it yesterday for Emily, but I wasn’t going to do it a second
time.

“I’m so happy for you.” I hoped it sounded sincere. I did
want Emily to be happy, and I didn’t care about the whole apartment thing, but
my best friend was leaving, starting a whole new married life away from me.

“This is great news, guys.” Dean stood and smiled, shaking
his cousin’s hand. “But the question is—will there be enough closet space in
your place for both of your wardrobes? I mean, I’ve seen just the suitcase
Emily brought with her here.”

Everyone laughed, but mine felt empty.

“She may have a portion of my closet.” Russell winked at his
new wife.

“Portion!” Emily snorted, so very unladylike. “We’re making
the office into a walk-in closet.”

Russell shrugged and chuckled.

“I have some news too,” Dean declared, running his hands
through his hair. Tussled and sexy.

I tensed. This could not be good. I held on to the back of a
chair, my knuckles turning white.

“Are you two getting married too?” Emily cheered.

“Uh, no.” Dean shook his head.

“Engaged?” Emily tried again. She completely missed my lack
of humor. God, I hoped I didn’t look like I was about to die. Russell, on the
other hand, did not and gathered Emily to him, shushing her.

“No, no.” Dean’s gaze swung to me. What was that in his
eyes? Hope? Regret? Why was it so hard for me to figure it out? “As you all
know, I’m in my final year for my biochemistry degree. It’s time to do my
internship. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to end up doing
some monotonous work in a drug factory. My adviser and I have been discussing
options, and we’ve finally come up with the perfect placement for me.”

Oh no. He was being sent overseas. Or farther! Okay, maybe
there was nowhere farther than the other side of the world unless there was a
secret base on the moon.

“A mad scientist piecing together discarded human body
parts.” Russell’s evil laugh needed no work at all.

Dean snickered and shook his head. “Something far less
Frankenstein-ish.”

“Oh! A hydrologist!” Emily guessed, and when we all gave her
a strange look, she pouted. “What? Water is interesting.”

“I’ll be helping with quality control at a well-known
winery.” Dean held out his arms in his ta-da moment.

I blinked. Totally not what I expected. This was the
important news he’d been discussing so early in the morning with his adviser?
That could’ve waited until later in the day
after
we had sex.

“So you get to taste test wine? Yes, that’s absolutely you,
old boy.” Russell rolled his eyes and then folded his arms. “That should be my
job.”

“Hey, I like wine,” Dean said and then added, “and there’s
far more to it than just taste testing. A lot of science. It’s really quite
fascinating.”

“Okay.” Emily then whooped. “Yay! Congratulations. That’s
great news!”

“But that’s not all.” A grin curled up Dean’s lips. “The
winery is located in Bloomington.”

I stopped breathing. Did he just say what I thought he said?

“Oh my god.” Emily gasped. Then asked, “Indiana, right?”
When Dean nodded, she shrieked. “Bloomington, Indiana!”

I couldn’t move. I could hear my every heartbeat. I was
imagining this. I’d lost my mind and shaped a new reality.

“So, if you’re in need of a new roommate, I’m looking for a
place to live.” Dean stepped toward me and held out his hand. His fingers
trembled ever so slightly. Long fingers, ones that could so easily bring me to
great heights of pleasure.

Emily started to say something, but Russell shushed her
again, whispering in her ear.

The distance I’d worried would separate me and Dean had
vanished. His suspicious calls from his adviser, all to arrange his internship.
A placement in the city I lived. Why wasn’t I taking his hand and kissing him
madly?