May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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She slipped past him and made it to the living room in time to put the table between them.
He had to admire her speed and her clever use of the furniture. But this was a game she would not win!
He was certain he had her as she came around the table until fast footwork and a spin had her sprinting past him into her bedroom.
His eyes lit with victory. Time to make her regret this game.
He ran into her room, a plan firmly in place.
When he stepped inside, his battle strategy was crushed as he was pelted in the chest with a pillow.
He stood in shock as the pink missile bounced off of him.
There in the middle of her bed she stood, hair tumbling down, tee shirt riding to show her soft midriff, breasts softly bouncing as she balanced on the mattress.
She was a warrior; she had a stockpile of fuzzy ammunition and he was thoroughly distracted with every jiggle.
Then she had the nerve to laugh at him.
Enough! He was going in!
He rushed the bed, blocking pillows as they flew, laughing like a maniac as he sensed his goal was in reach.
He lunged for her and missed.
She scrambled off the bed, pillow in hand, ready for one last defense. He reached to grab the pillow, but lost his footing as her soft body launched at him.
He ended sprawled on his back across the bed, her climbing him to straddle his waist.
The triumphant gleam in her eye made his body jump in response.
She laughed and drug his wrists over his head and bent down to kiss him. They tried to catch their breaths between kisses and shared laughter.
She found his hands and laced her fingers through his. She kissed him until they lost all track of time.
She raised her head and smiled. “I WIN!” she said.
He shifted beneath her, but she pushed his hands back down into the bed.
“You did no such thing!” he argued.
She squirmed down his body until she was seated firmly atop his aching cock.
She groaned at the sensations as she made a couple of deep grinds against him.
He shifted his hips in response.
“I think you should admit I won,” she said, gently bouncing against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest, “I am in a hurry to claim my prize!”
He nodded, no longer really caring about anything but having her ease the ache deep within him.
She smiled and kissed him again.
She raised up to sit more firmly on him. He could see the silk shorts sliding against her every time she moved on him.
He watched as she dipped her hips, first slowly, then finding a deeper grind that made her gasp.
She trailed her hands up her chest, feathering over her breasts.
That proved too much for him, he began to thrust with her, replacing her hands with his own as he kneaded her breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles across the hard buds peaking in his hands.
Lyra knew she was close to climax as she rolled against him. His large hands holding her and the friction as he brushed into her was driving her mad.
The final push was when she looked down at him.
He was still in his dress clothes, her hands clutching the front of his pristine dress shirt, his erection clearly outlined in those black pants that fit him like a glove.
But his face! His hair had become wild in the chase, damp from sweat and starting to curl. His face was flushed with exertion and his eyes blown with passion.
He caught his full bottom lip with his teeth, biting back a moan. She was lost in him, his strength, his kindness, his beauty.
One more grind and she shattered above him.
JK cursed as he saw the pleasure wash over her in waves. He held her as she fell into his arms.
A few deep breaths later she kissed him softly, working her way down his throat and unbuttoning his shirt. He hissed as she made her way down his body until she was nestled between his legs.
She did not tease in releasing his belt or unzipping him. She could feel the heat of him, knew he had been patient too long.
She peeled away his pants and pulled his briefs down to release him.
She groaned as he sprang free. He was so hard for her. He was beaded at the tip, jerking from the nearness of her.
She glanced at him, and immediately saw the plea in his eyes.
She licked at him and heard his curse as his hips bucked up off the bed.
No more games she thought. It was time to claim her prize.
Without warning, she took him in her mouth and slowly slid down, taking time to adjust to him, her small hands holding and stroking his base.
“Fuck Lyra…ooo…f ffff….” He stuttered, no longer thinking, just reacting.
She smiled around him and began to move. She used the sounds he was making to guide her, in tune to what pleasured him.
As she began to move more quickly, she found a rhythm that had him cursing and calling her as he grew closer to his release.
He put one hand in her hair and guided her until he was moving in concert with her. She felt his grip tighten and his thighs begin to shake.
“Damn it……..L….l…lyra…if you don’t…..Oh fuck…I can’t..” he stuttered, trying to warn her.
She moaned in appreciation and at that he broke, his body tensing then falling as she greedily took the hard throbs of his pleasure.
He cried her name then, part claim, part praise for the way she made him feel.
He lay exhausted, pulling her up to cuddle to his side.
“Damn baby,” he said, his voice hoarse and husky,” just…….damn.”
She giggled at that, but she knew what he meant.
They fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other and drifting with bodies still tingling.
Sometime in the night JK got up and padded to the bathroom. He noted that Lyra had been there before him, smiling at the trail of clothes she had left on the floor.
He stripped the rest of his clothes and stumbled back to bed naked, wanting nothing between them.
In the night Lyra felt his arm tighten around her as he spooned her from behind and heard his husky whisper in her ear.
“Lyra? Are you really here?” he asked.
She shifted, pressing back against him, feeling him lengthen and harden against her.
She twisted her head to kiss him, murmuring “I’m right here".
“There you are,” he sighed, grinding into her, “I thought I was dreaming you again.”
He trailed his fingers down her stomach and into the heat of her.
The soft and gentle swirls of his fingertips soon had her moaning his name as he felt her response to him.
She drew her knees closer to her and wiggled up he was fitted right to her.
One long stroke and he was seated in her, filling and stretching her. He began to slowly stroke in and out, his fingers dancing in time to the rhythm of his body, his soft lips and perfect teeth kissing her neck and nipping her shoulder.
He rocked them both to slow rippling orgasms, his words and sighs a sweet caress as she drifted back to sleep.
JK held her tightly to his chest, marveling at the things she made him feel, not just physically, but emotionally too.
He fell into dreamless exhaustion, sated and content.
