Page 90 of The Failed Audition

I blow out my usual trained breath. His eyes only sayI want you closer to me.In one swift motion, he lifts me up to his abs, my legs split apart around him. I’m too short to even cross my ankles. He kneels on the wooden bench and pushes my back up against the wall.

This is…happening.

I’m uncertain whatthisis but I’m not opposed to finding out.

He gauges my reaction. “Breathe, myshka.”

“I am,” I whisper. Am I?

He kisses me, and he forces oxygen into my lungs, one of the most intimate moments of my life. Right now. Then his fingers brush along the clasp of my bra. When he breaks the kiss, I pant, “I can’t…believe you’ve already seen them.” I pause. “I mean, my boobs.” I would face-palm myself if I wasn’t clutching his arms.

His lips curve, so close to mine. “You’ve already seen my cock.” He kisses me again, a slow, unhurried one.

In between, I whisper, “That is true.”

He unclasps my bra, the straps sliding down my arms until its all the way off. The cold air bites me and almost instantly hardens my nipples. I can see myself in the adjacent mirror, of how heavy I breathe, of how small I am in his arms. More than half-naked.

It’s one of the most visually stimulating things I’ve ever laid eyes on—and it involvesme.The unsexy friend. The girl who doesn’t know passion.

He follows my gaze, and the desire in his movements amplifies. Times a million. He lifts me higher on his body, my breasts lined with his mouth. He tongue flicks over the barbell piercing, sensations bursting in lower places.

“Nik…” I gasp, and as my clutch tightens, so does his. Each finger scalding against my skin.You’re in public, Thora.Dear God.

I rest my forehead on his broad, muscular shoulder, biting the inside of my cheeks to keep these pleasured noises at bay. The spot between my legsthrobsnow. He drops me some, my forehead now to his chest. He places a hand on the back of my neck and the other rubs the inside of my thigh, teasing.

I rock into him, subconsciously craving a hardness that he can give me.

His teasing hand shifts my panties, and the moment he rubs my clit, my body shudders. His hand tightens on my neck, holding me in place, warming me, protecting me. My lips part, a noise stuck in my throat, as the sensitivity escalates.

I need something hard—

His finger slips inside of me while his thumb creates circular, rhythmic motions over my clit. I shut my eyes, blinded by a new fullness. A sheen of sweat builds across my skin.

He presses his body harder, pinning me more to the wall. I reach down to feel his hand between my legs, and he kisses me again, my head floating away.

He pulses his finger inside of me, and he pauses for a brief second to fit another. I lean my head back. “I don’t…”know. If this will hurt.

He kisses me liketrust me.“You’re wet enough,” he says lowly, his arousal clipping his deep words.

I inhale and lean back towards him, resting my cheek on his chest. I wrap my arms around his ribs, as far as they’ll go (which is not far at all). And he slips another finger in me, tight but not painful.

His pace begins again, deeper.

I’m going to come soon. I climb up the tallest pole, towards the peak. I tremble, my mouth open against his flesh. I cry into his chest, the noise muffled there. And then I feel myself clench around his fingers, my eyes almost rolling back.

While I ride the descent, he holds me still, his thumb caressing the skin on my neck. In my ear, he whispers, “Get used to this. It’s going to happen more often.”

I don’t see how I caneverget used to that. It’ll always be a rush. But I’m not complaining at all. I’m definitely an advocate of experiencingthisagain.

I pull back some, registering where we are. In the middle of the day. A dressing room. “I think…I’m going to just buy those…” I say with a nod at the lingerie hangers.

His intense eyes are fixed on me. “Good idea.” He licks his lips. “Exhale for me.”

I do. And he slowly retracts his fingers, a slight pinch of pain down below. I stifle a wince and inhale sharply. “We’re not going to fit together.”

“We are,” he says lowly. “In all ways.”

I hope he’s right. Because I don’t want this to end here.