Page 101 of Undone

Noah - October

SHAMELESS - CAMILA CABELLO

We slipped in,the door clicking shut behind us before he locked it. It was a fancy, overly clean bathroom, making me think this was hopefully more than just a sleazy hookup spot.

The cool tile wall he pressed me against eased the rapidly growing heat between us, as his hands left a burning sensation wherever they touched. The fervor of his exploration made it feel like he couldn’t touch me fast enough.

“I can’t stop fucking thinking about you,” he murmured, pressing his body harder against mine. The pressure of him sent a ripple through my stomach as the tension grew higher.

A whirl of laughter sounded outside of the bathroom door and snapped me back to reality.

“Maybe we should stop,” I breathed.

But the way his body felt against mine made me forget everything else. He leaned in teasingly, his lips brushing against mine, making my pulse skyrocket in ways I’ve only ever felt with him.

“Are you asking me to stop?”

I shook my head, a heated blush creeping across my cheeks. “No, but—” Before I could finish, his lips met mine, deep and hungry, unraveling all the tension we’d kept locked up.

This wasn’t just teasing. This was need and desire and so much more.

My fingers clutched at the fine, silken strands of hair at the nape of his neck as the flames grew higher and my patience grew thin.

Dorian pulled back. “I fucking need you.”

My teeth caught my lower lip as the corner of my mouth quirked in a small smirk, nodding in agreement.

His hands latched onto my hips. Slowly, his lips trailed from my jaw, down to my pulse point, then meeting my throat. The slowness and passion behind each kiss caused me to tremble against him.

My hands gripped at his shirt before gliding them down his chest. The hard ridges of his muscles contracting under my touch. I slipped further down, tracing the line between his abs, before hitting the cool metal of his belt. His hardened length pressed taut against his pants. Slowly, I slid down his zipper. I wrapped my hand around him, causing a groan to rumble through him. He hardened further at my touch, sending a surge of electricity through me, straight to my core.

His calloused hands grazed the soft skin of my arms, sending a shiver through me as they glided downward, pressing deeper into that space that ached for him. Each movement was careful, a mix of anticipation and need. My hands reached back, gripped the counter as his fingers brushed closer. My legs parted as an invitation for the rest of him.

“I’ve been thinking about you—about this—all fucking day,” he said.

Slowly, his fingers made their way under my dress. His touch was lazy as he took his time, enjoying the way I melted into him. His finger hooked into my underwear, pulling it aside before his thumb pressed against my clit. My gasp rang through the bathroom at the feel of him. Another finger joined, pressing into me and causing my hands to bolt to his shoulders for strength.

“Is this all for me, peach?”

I nodded desperately as I looked to him for a moment of reprieve. He was ruggedly handsome—his perfectly fitted suit now unbuttoned, tie loosened, and an expression on his face that was nothing short of wild.

And I loved it.I craved it.

The intensity in his gaze, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

I took in the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out, my thoughts turned hazy, as a moan escaped me. Then, I moved, forcing him back.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I think it’s my turn to have a little taste.”

His eyes widened as he met my gaze with curiosity.

My hands trailed down his body again as I lowered myself down, my fingers digging into the back of his thighs, until my knees met the cool tile. His body tensed as the realization hit. His breath stuttered, and his pupils dilated as he watched me. Raw, unspoken understanding passed between us.

“Oh fuck.”

I bit my lip in playful amusement. Our gazes locked.

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