Page 18 of Defining Us

The words were the worst kind of taunt, but she ignored any fanciful notions of a deeper meaning. Ignorance was easy to maintain when he pulled her bra down and uncovered her breasts.

“Fuck. So pretty.” He slanted down to suckle both nipples and then issued a command. “Arms around my shoulders.”

Once she complied, he hauled her up like she weighed no more than a feather. Being surrounded by such potent strength made her gasp, and she trembled when he arranged their bodiesproperly, notching his rigid shaft against her pussy. Her mind spun at the standing position. Not only had it been ages since she’d last had sex, but she hadn’t indulged in anything other than the three reliable scenarios of missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style in such a long time.

“Open up and sink down onto me. That’s it,” he praised when her inner muscles relaxed and succumbed to the size of his cock. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it.”

Both were mostly clothed—his pants around his thighs, and her skirt up and blouse hanging loosely—but it elevated the torridness of the entire encounter. Wedged against the bookshelf with her legs wrapped around his waist, Mallory relished the erotic feel of their bodies joining. It took a few seconds to adjust to the powerful invasion, groans and gasps sounding from both as she reached the hilt.

“Okay?” he asked in a hush.

A rapid nod was all she could manage. Their pelvises connected, and his massive hands squeezed her backside, barely restrained lust written in the action. His whole body pulsated with the urge to take her.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded in a needy tone. “Please.”

“Yeah?”

“Please, please. I need it.”

“Yeah, you do,” he growled, satisfaction interwoven into the words as his hips retreated and then thrust forward. “You gonna look at me while I fuck you?”

“Yes.” When he withdrew and buried himself deep again, she cried out, the sound hoarse. “Oh God, yes. Whatever you want.”

That reply spurred him on, his movements picking up speed. She made an effort to move with him, but the positioning had her entirely at his mercy. All she could do was hold on tight as he pinned her against the books and fucked her senseless. His face contorted in pleasure, and his incredible frame vibrated withexertion as he pounded her. Every thrust was urgent, as if he had something to prove.

The sound of their bodies created a lewd soundtrack, the sexual slaps mixing with the steady thumping of the rain outside. Her moans escalated, and a second climax coiled within her as he continued his relentless pumping. The entire situation was so beautifully obscene that she could barely breathe.

As if reading her thoughts, he leaned in for an open-mouthed kiss, granting her his breath. “You want to come again, don’t you?” he whispered against her lips. “I can feel it.”

Words failed her, so she nodded and dug her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders.

“Don’t hold back on me, okay?” he said, the rhythm of his hips becoming erratic.

“I won’t. Oh God, Joel. Oh, oh, oh?—”

For a second time, her pleasure crested, all the nerves in her body detonating with mind-blowing sensation. It was the first time she’d orgasmed without direct clitoral stimulation, and the pulses, while not as intense, were slow and steady and earth-shattering—just like Joel himself.

“This is fucking unreal,” he rasped. “Fuck, Mallory. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

The shelf dug into her shoulder blades as he nailed her with chaotic thrusts, his body spasming with heightened passion. He kissed her as he came, the act severe and tender and perfect. His lower body jerked as he emptied himself into the condom, and Mallory clung to him desperately, knowing that, soon, reality would infiltrate.

Joel held her in his arms as they both recovered, their dueling gasps slowly fading into the rainfall. Time passed, although it was not nearly enough for her.

“I’m gonna put you down,” he warned her.

She wanted to protest, but instead, she whispered, “Okay.”

Carefully, he brought her legs to the floor, and she was no different from a recently born foal learning to stand upright. Her hands remained on his broad shoulders, using his burly body as a support system until she was steady on her feet.

As he handled the condom, shuffling over to toss it into a nearby wastebasket, thunder cracked for the first time all day, an indication that the storm was worsening. And that sharp crash pulled Mallory out of her sexually infused state.

Gone was the woman who’d been celibate for ages and needed someone to strum at her body like a world-class orchestra. Gone was the woman who regularly cried in her apartment, the insurmountable loneliness a crushing weight on her shoulders. Gone was the woman who downloaded a dating app, hoping she might be able to trust a man again.

All that remained was the librarian. A librarian nearly at the end of her probationary period, at that. And when she saw the mess she’d made—the books that had fallen from the shelves, the puddle of her arousal seeping into the hardwood floor—panic engulfed her. For God’s sake, she hadn’t even locked the door behind Joel. Anyone could’ve entered the building and seen them rutting like a pair of animals.

She had nothing to show for herself other than this library. It was the most important relationship in her life, and she’d endangered it. All for a man who’d been canoodling with his ex-wife mere hours ago.

This is what you get for reviving the old you.

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