Page 51 of Undeniably Corrupt
“That’s it.” My forearms meet the glass on either side of her head, and I move harder, using my thighs and ass muscles to really dig into her. I’m close too. So fucking close, I know I’m going to come with her. I won’t even try to stop it.
Her hands grip the back of my hair and shoulder, and she holds on as I take her like this, watching her blissed-out expression.
“Are you going to come too?”
I suck on her bottom lip, refusing to kiss her but nibbling and tasting all the same. “Yes.”
“Ah. Yes. Oh my god, I’m going to come. Shit, Vander, I’m on your desk at work and I’m going to come.”
I’d laugh at that if I weren’t two seconds from blowing my load in my pants like a teenager.
“All over me, Angel. I mean it.”
“Shit.” She bites my lip, and I cover hers with mine to muffle her sounds as she arches and moans and writhes beneath me, against me, milking my own orgasm from me that comes faster than I wanted. I wanted to watch her finish, but there’s no stopping it.
The feel of her like this is out of this world and my balls tighten as pleasure skyrockets through me, shooting jets of cum all over the inside of my briefs and pants. She feels it too, and it sets her off. Her nails dig into my shoulder and scalp as she continues to ride me.
The moment we’re both done and she sags, I pull back and stare down at the sight before me. Her legs spread wide, her cunt flushed and swollen and wet. My slacks with a large, dark stain on them, both of our cum mixed together. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
She adjusts her panties and closes her legs as she pushes herself up. I help her get the rest of the way there and to stand.
Her eyes, cautious and insanely blue, meet mine. “Will anything between us ever be healthy or normal?”
I cup her face in my hand, staring into her, but I have no answer I can give. Even as it hits me like a shot to the chest. I want to say yes. I want to be everything that’s right instead of wrong with her. I’m just not sure that’s possible for us.
16
“Hi, um, it’s Liora, right?”
I turn at the sound of a woman’s voice just as the baby swing I have Hazel in comes shooting back and hits me right in the chest and knocks me onto my ass.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Watch out!”
I duck just in time to miss the return swing that would have plowed right into the back of my head. A hand grabs me by my upper arm and pulls me up.
“Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Nothing a week in the Bahamas couldn’t fix.”
She laughs. “Right? I don’t think there’s anything a week in the Bahamas couldn’t fix. Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you and cause”—she swirls a finger around me—“all of this.”
The woman with dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in a sweater, coat, jeans, and high-top Vans, comes to stand beside me with a little girl on her hip, and I feel like I should know her as she seems to know me, but I can’t place her.
She smiles, clearly reading this. “I’m Vander’sfriend, Katy. We met a thousand years ago, though you likely don’t remember me.”
My eyes shoot open wide just as the swing comes back, and I give Hazel another shove. The little girl in her arms starts to squirm, and she puts her into the swing beside Hazel and starts to push her.
“I do remember you now. Hi. Wow.”
She laughs. “I’m really, creepily good with faces. My husband is working today. You’ve met him. He’s Bennett. The real Bennett. I’m shocked I haven’t seen you in the hospital yet since I work there too. Anyway, we came here because if she’s inside for too long, she gets stir-crazy. She gets that from me, I think. This is Willow.”
“Mine’s Hazel. And I get that. I hate being in our apartment any longer than I have to be,” I say, then wince, wishing I hadn’t been so honest. I don’t know her, and she’s Vander’s friend.
Luckily, she seems to roll with it. “This is a great park. It’s Willow’s favorite, and it’s also close to my friends’ place”—she points behind us, through the park, and across the street to the large buildings lining Beacon Street—“so sometimes I can drag them with me. Speaking of, Vander mentioned you work for him now.”
Stunned, I do more of my weird blinking thing at her. He talked about me with her? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Jack said something similar. Wait. “Vander lives across the street?”
“No.” She laughs. “He lives in Cambridge, so don’t worry about him randomly showing up.”
