Cornered (2 page)

The door
close
d
behind us
, and
Sian
was
kissing
me before I’d
even turned to find her, her fingers in my hair
and her hips pr
essed into mine. The darkness was absolute, and it crossed
my mind that our firs
t time shouldn’t be like this—
unable to watch each other or take our time, fucking against the wall of a
storeroom
as if this
were
just a mindless one-off encounter.

The thought disappeared
as she slipped her fingers up under my shirt, skimming them against my lower back and sending tingles through my skin. I set my mind to the task of pushing up her clothing and trailing my lips over her warm flesh, wondering if I was kissing tattoos I couldn’t see through the darkness. I
unsnap
ped
her bra fa
stening, and the garment loosened
enough that I
could
brush it out of the way.

I nipped and licked
my way over her skin until I
found
her taut nipple—and it was pierced.
Oh, fuck.
My cock twitched and I bit back a groan, wishing like hell that I could tear myself away from her for long enough to find a light switch, but knowing it just wasn’t going to happen as long as she kept grinding her hips against mine like that.

I
licked her nipple
, then bit
down gently
and nudged at the piercing with my tongue
.
Sian’s breath escaped in a soft moan, then another, slightly louder.
Amused, I dre
w back enough to breathe against her skin, “You know, keep that up and someone’s gonna hear…”

She exhal
ed
shakily as I
return
ed
to my ministrations. “Sorry.
I’m
not used to being quiet.
”

I revisit
ed
her lips
hard, imagining her writhing and moaning unrestrainedly beneath me.
She set deft hands to
work at my belt, and I slip
ped
my own fingers beneath her skirt,
yanking her underwear down
and rubbing an
experimental fi
nger between her thighs.
God, she was so fucking wet, and knowing it was all for me was more o
f a turn-on than I could stand.

I caught
her clit at the end of the
second
stroke, and this time her
cry
was
silent—
more than a sigh, but controlled at the very edge of becoming vocal.
I w
anted to demand that she moan for me,
but the risk that someone would overhear and interrupt us was just too
high
.

When I eased my fingers into her pussy, I almost lost my mind. She was molten, so hot and wet, and as she began to slowly ride my fingers I had to control my urge to come then and there. That wasn’t helped by the way every languid tilt of her hips teased my confined cock. I bit back a groan of frustration and curled my fingers, seeking the spot I knew would drive her wild, and knew
I’d found it when she contracted around me and whispered, “Oh, fuck, right
there
!”

Her endeavours to free
my
demanding
cock had
faltered, but as I teased her nipple with my other hand
she
seemed to
regain
h
er sense of purpose and finished
with
my pants
, tugging them down
.
She
ghost
ed
her fingertips
up and down my
length
,
somewhere between teasing and exploratory, and I whisper
ed
a curse, circling her clit with my thumb a
little harder
as I sped up the pace of my fingers inside her
. Her head
fell
back, and I cover
ed
her thro
at in kisses, enjoying her tiny gasps.

When she firmly
took
my cock
in hand and
began to give as much as she was
getting, I
fought
the urge to just nail her to the wall without a further thoug
ht. “Sian
—
wait.
Let me
find…
”

Anticipating my next words, she
shook her head. “On the pill—“

The rest of her sentence wa
s lost in her gasp as
I
hi
t her clit at an angle she seemed
to love.
Without bothering to reply, I press
ed
her
back against the wall and
drove
into her, unable to suppress a low growl as I adjust
ed
to the sensation.

Sian
cried
out, muffling the sound
against my shoulder, and nuzzled
my neck, tilting her hips to allow me in dee
per. I
ground her into the wall until I w
as
as
deep as I
could
get, then pause
d
, wishing like hell that I could see her right
then
. S
he held her breath, then let
it out
in another silent cry when I mad
e a
nother
pass at her clit
with my thumb
.

“Oh, god
, don’t tease,” she gasped
, arching against my fingers.

Suddenly, all I want
ed to do wa
s tease.
I let her feel my breath escape in a muted la
ugh as I ke
p
t
still, pinning her with my body weight, and tap
ped
her clit with a fingertip in an irregular, unpredictable rhythm; fas
t, slow, hard, soft. She writhed
against me, seeking more, her exhalations
shaky and rapid. When she began
to whisper, at first I
couldn’t make out what she was saying. It was
only
after a few seconds that I deciphered it.
“
Ryan
, please, fuck me, please, please,
please
…”

There was
no way in the world I
could
re
sist, especially not when I felt
her contract around me, poised on the brink of orga
sm. I dre
w back and start
ed
to take her,
fe
l
t
her
dig her
nails into my sh
oulders as she moved
with me, and god, I
couldn’t
remember the last time sex
had felt this good—

A distant laugh permeated
the fog around my rational brain, followed by a completely out
of context sentence. “Hang on—I’ll just grab some more bread.
”

Sian
froze at the same moment I did, and although it wa
s too
dark to see her expression, I was pretty sure it mirrored
mine
.
Thinking fast, I lift
ed her, and she wrapped
her legs around my waist, allowing me to feel my way around a stack of boxes, putting
them between us and the door. I put my back to the wall and slid
down
it
to kneel on the floor,
my aching cock still buried deep inside Sian’s tight heat, and
I tried
to ignore the urge to take adv
antage of the new position we were
in.

The door opened
, and
Sian
burie
d
her face in my neck, her shoulders shaking.
She’s laughing?
Seriously?
For a second, I was
incredulous, but then I
couldn’t
help but see the funny side, and I grit
ted
my teeth against the urge to join her, holding my breath.

I definitely
wouldn’t be laughing if we we
re caught, though—
maybe
Sian
c
ould survive the telling and re
telling of the story around the
university,
but people expect
ed
kinky
thing
s
from
g
oths like her. I was a different story, and it was that knowledge that allowed
me to swallow my mirth.

Light spilled
into the room from the corridor, and I hope
d
like hell that the
cafeteria employee wo
uld
n’t decide to flip
the light switch.
Sian
and I
stopped breathing almost simultaneously
,
and though I wanted to take advantage of the light to look at her, I didn’t dare risk pulling Sian’s face away from my neck in case the movement attracted the woman’s attention.

The
intruder
hummed tunelessly as she gathered
what she
needed
,
using the light from outside to see by,
but then
she
cut
off abruptly.
W
e wait
ed to hear what had
made her stop in
motionless silence
.

“Marie?” she called
loudly, and th
e voice of her colleague answered
in the d
istance after a pause that seemed
like an eternity. “Did we run out of
sunflower oil
yet
?”

Somehow, I just
kne
w
that the sunflower oil wa
s
stored right where we wer
e
hiding
.

The woman
took
one step closer to us, and
Sian
gave
a tiny gasp, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. I dare
d no
t move, even thou
gh every muscle in her body had
ten
sed, inside as well as out. She wa
s so tight around my cock
right
then that
I
just wanted
to move
inside
her, and damn the consequences.

Sian
registered
the
change in my breathing and
caught
on
to why, and the next thing I knew she was
teasing me on purpose, squeezing and relaxing her internal muscles around me without moving an inch
anywhere else
.
God, if she keeps this up…

“Yeah, during the lunch rush!” the other cafeter
ia worker yelled
in the distance. “I picked up another bottle already!”

After a brief hesitation, the woman with us pick
ed
up one more item from a nearby shelf, depositing it with a rustle
on top of
her other
selections. It seemed
to take a lifetime for her
to retreat to the doorway
and
close the door behind her, and even when the storeroom
fell
into darkness again, neither of us dare
d
to
move or make a sound.

It was
only
when the receding footsteps gre
w too faint to hear that we relax
ed
, sighing our relief against each other’s skin.
Sian
began
to giggle once more, and I allow
ed
myself a soft, relieved laugh before
grabbing he
r hips, pulling her tightly against me.
“One more second
of that, and I would have just—
”

With a gasp, she whispered
in my ear, “
Oh, you would
?”
Rising to her knees
, she began
to
ride
me, resuming where we
’d
left off before the interruption.