Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance)

by Alli Sims

  Leaning in to listen for movement inside her apartment, he didn’t hear much until he did. The sound was crystal clear as it echoed in the cavernous open floor plan, it was the sound of a whip slapping against naked skin. A woman cried out in pleasure or pain and another slap sounded followed by a low moan. “Yes Master,” he’d heard the words clear as day. Another smack. Another moan.

  Kyle planned to turn around and take the coward’s way out but his hand had other ideas and had already knocked. “Dammit,” he cursed as the door swung up to reveal Kira in a very small and very revealing scrap of black lace. “Wh-wh-what are you wearing?”

  Kira’s eyes narrowed at him and her arms crossed, both plumping up her breast and intensifying her anger. “It’s called a nightgown Doctor. Are you so out of the loop you’ve never seen one?”

  It was that smug smile on her face that got to him. “It could have been anyone at your door.” He hoped like hell she wasn’t expecting company dressed like that and he immediately kicked himself for the thought. Kira didn’t owe him anything. She wasn’t his. Not yet.

  “It was anyone,” she raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him. “Besides who would it have been other than you?”

  Other than me? He wasn’t sure what she meant by that and he was less sure he wanted to risk finding out by asking. “So it’s okay for me to see you basically naked?”

  She shrugged and turned to go back inside. Kyle followed with her dishes in hand. “It isn’t okay or not okay, Kyle. It just is. Besides you hate me so I’d say I’m pretty safe.”

  Those words kicked him straight in the gut. “I don’t hate you Kira.”

  She didn’t respond right away and he stood staring at her back and releasing a choking sound when she bent over her computer to tap a few keys. She was clearly wearing a thong and her round tan cheeks were playing peekaboo under the barely there gown. Finally, sweet mercy finally, she turned around. “Could’ve fooled me, Dr. Masters.”

  His dick twitched at the breathy way she called him Dr. Masters and his jaw clenched to suppress his groan. “Thanks for the food, it was incredible.”

  She turned and beamed at him, the compliment and the smile highlighting her beauty in a way he hadn’t seen before. She fiddled in the kitchen and emerged a moment later with two glasses and a bottle of clear liquid. “Let’s toast then,” she lifted her full shot glass in the air, “to not being hated,” she smiled and knocked the drink back, sucking on a lime wedge while Kyle stared on.

  “To not having to cook,” he smiled brightly and choked back the shot. “Tequila, really?”

  She shrugged. “I like it.” She stiffened when the sounds of leather smacking against skin played loudly in the quiet. “Shit,” she scrambled over to pause the video when she heard a low groan behind her. “Sorry. Work.”

  “Work?”

  A lazy grin crossed her face at the flush of his cheeks and the desire in his eyes. “Yep. Work.” She could tell him she edited, created and maintained websites for several adult film companies but it would be so much more fun if he asked.

  Eyebrows scrunched in confusion, Kyle leaned forward. “I thought you worked on computers?”

  “Well I’m not a repairman.”

  “Obviously,” he said on a growl, giving her body a slow perusal. “So?”

  “So, what?” She crossed her arms and leaned back so he’d have a clear few of miles and miles of golden legs on display.

  “So what. Do. You. Do?”

  “Oh,” she shrugged, “I’m a webmaster and editor for Sticky Wet Productions and Bound & Gagged Videos.”

  There was nothing else that would have shocked him more than her answer. “I see.”

  Kira filled up both their glasses again. “Bottoms up.” She finished hers and stared at him closely before saying, “Want to see the latest video? I just finished the free clip.”

  Say no, say no, say no. “Sure.” If Kyle could have kicked his own ass at that moment, he would have.

  Chapter Two

  What in the hell was I thinking? This seemed to be the popular refrain playing in Kira’s mind even two days after the most awkward encounter known to mankind. What had possessed her to invite Kyle, Dr. Masters, of all people to watch the fetish clip she’d just finished was anybody’s guess. Why he’d agreed was still a mystery to her. But he had. So they sat for three excruciating minutes and twenty-eight mortifying seconds watching the gorgeous blonde actress with the sultry voice take the leather strap with a smile and a moan.

  Thighs clenched tightly to suppress the arousal roaring through her body, she tried to tune out the video but the sounds weren’t so easy to ignore. The slap of leather against skin, the long low moans, the masculine grunts all served to ratchet up her desire to unbearable levels. She cringed even today, thinking about the moan that escaped and the scorching look of desire from Kyle that had nearly laid her flat.

  “I guess I did a better job than I thought,” she was going for glib but failed miserably. Her weak smile a dead giveaway.

  Kyle swallowed visibly, “Yeah, it’s um, it’s a good clip.”

  She felt her chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, knew her pupils dilated with the arousal she felt pulsing between her legs. “Yeah. Thanks.” Her cloudy grey eyes were glued to his dark green ones, no one moving or saying a word as their unspoken desire swirled through them and around the apartment as the slaps and moans continued.

  It was one of the most awkward and sexually tense moments she had ever experienced. Kira wasn’t quite sure what had come over her but the way those piercing green eyes took in her beaded nipples and shallow breathing and the way his wet hair clung to his neck was more than her poor neglected libido could handle. Even two days later she wanted to plead insanity for the way she attacked Kyle with her mouth, her body. She broke the sensual staring contest by sliding her body over his until her aching center hugged tight to his surprisingly impressive erection. She leaned in until he closed the gap and attached his mouth to hers. But damn the man could kiss like nobody’s business!

  Before she could pull back and regain her senses Kyle’s big hands were tightly gripping her hips and pressing her hard and deep against the long hard evidence of his own arousal, making her cry out with the pleasure of his big body. And then his tongue, goodness gracious that man’s tongue ought to be registered as a lethal weapon. That sweet tongue invaded her mouth better than any occupying army, making her own tongue and body surrender to his dominance. Then her body, her poor turned on traitorous body, began grinding against his sinful body like it was her only purpose in life. Her blood burned like liquid fire through her veins, his big hands squeezing her hips and ass, all brought her closer and closer to climax. And then he groaned and the spell was broken. With a hazy stare she looked into his eyes when he pulled away and saw regret, passion and desire as well but mostly regret and that she couldn’t handle.

  Kira hopped off his lap as though she were on fire in an altogether different way and ran a shaky hand through her short hair, making it stand on end. “So yeah, that…happened.” Eyes closed she slowly paced until her heart hammered less and less and then turned to him again. “Look don’t worry about it, okay? It was bound to happen.”

  “Was it,” she could see the skepticism in his stare.

  “Sure, why not? We’re both reasonably attractive people. And the depth of passion between us could easily translate into sexual passion.”

  “Passion?”

  She shrugged and poured herself another shot. “Yeah, I mean you hate me and I find you arrogant so with all that, emotion, it easily could come out the way it just did.” She hoped he would accept her explanation without question but of course he was much too arrogant for that.

  “I thought we went over this, I don’t hate you.”

  With a dismissive wave she said, “Okay you find me annoying. Whatever. I saw the regret Kyle and I’m telling you, don’t worry about it.”

  Kyle stood and stalked her until she was backed
against the wall his big body cocooning her in his heat. One hand cupped her face while the other grabbed her hips and pulled them to his body. “You’re wrong Kira. The only thing annoying about you is how much I want you and your sweet little body. The only thing I hate is that fucking my neighbor could make my life damned complicated.” His lips skimmed her jaw, her neck. “But make no mistake,” his hand moved from her hip to cup her breast and run a thumb over her hardened nipple, “I have no regrets other than the fact that I’m not inside you right this minute. I am done giving a fuck about complications, though. That’s how bad I want you.” He gave her one last, scorching kiss that made her weak in the knees, literally weak in the knees.

  She watched him straighten then adjust himself, mouth open in shock at his words. His kiss. She was still using the wall to hold her up when he opened the door and turned to her with a look so hot she was pretty sure her panties went up in flames.

  “And Kira, I intend to have you.”

  Yep panties definitely on fire.

  ~~~

  Kyle hadn’t seen or heard from Kira in almost a week. A week since he’d promised to have her. A week since he’d laid eyes on those shapely legs, tasted those succulent lips or pressed against her supple body. The only evidence of her was the meals that somehow ended up—still—in his apartment while he was at work. Today he would be the aggressor.

  With the next few days off from the hospital it was the perfect time to take things to the next level with his sexy neighbor. As the elevator doors opened on his floor he could smell the aroma of ginger and garlic swirling in the air. He smiled. So I’ve beat her to it today. Kyle slipped into his apartment quietly, showered quickly and waited to see how Kira found her way into his apartment.

  Twenty minutes later he got his answer. Eyes wide as a key turned in the door he stayed stretched out on the sofa in nothing but a pair of grey cotton pants hanging low on his hips. He kept his gaze trained on the door as the knob turned and opened to reveal, just as he expected, Kira with an armful of food. Before he could say a word, his tongue was tied at the sight of her in small white shorts that showed off every inch of her legs, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a slice of her ass peeking out. Yep tonight’s the night. “Ah, Kira, Kira, Kira. You’ve been a naughty girl.”

  She gasped, then screamed and turned towards the voice nearly dropping the food containers on the floor. “What the shit, Kyle?”

  “I think that’s my line.” He chuckled when her gaze narrowed at him. His eyes were trained on the dark triangle—no panties!—between her long lean legs as she stomped to his table and slammed down several plastic containers of food. She turned to him again, arms crossed and seething. “I always wondered how you got your goodies into my apartment.” He laughed again when she looked away, guilt written all over her face.

  Eyes alight with fire and turned back on him she shot back, “So you’re saying I should keep my food to myself?”

  In one quick motion he was up off the couch and a breath away from her barely dressed body. “I didn’t say that,” he opened up a container, “I just wanted to know how you got in here.” He popped a lemon bar into his mouth with a smile. “Now I know.”

  “Well you’re welcome,” she huffed and turned to leave but Kyle’s hand reached out and wrapped around her wrist.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Home, where else?”

  He kicked a chair out a few feet from the table. “Sit,” he commanded while he dug through cabinets for plates. “We’re going to enjoy a meal together.”

  “Why,” she looked up at him with her eyebrows twisted in confusion.

  With another chair pulled out, he sat and pulled her close so his legs bracketed hers. “Because I want to eat with you. And because I know you want to see the pleasure on my face when I eat what you’re offering.” His mouth quirked up in a smile when her gaze narrowed on his double entendre, “Besides I told you I intended to have you. And I will.”

  Her breath caught at his words. “Who says I want to be, uh, had?” Damn him and that panty melting smile, she thought, willing her body to cooperate.

  “I do,” He leaned forward with both hands riding high on her thighs. “Tell me Kira, if I slipped a finger under these sexy shorts will I find you wet and throbbing for me?”

  She swallowed and tried like hell to remain unaffected. “Of course you will, I watch porn all day, I’m always soaked. And throbbing.” He felt her feminine pride swell at the deep growl he released. Good, she wanted him to be as turned on as she was.

  He laughed lightly. “What videos get you the wettest? Do you enjoy the girl on girl,” his fingers played lightly on the crease of her thigh, “Or do you prefer to watch a hard deep fucking?” One finger slipped inside her shorts and grazed lightly over where she was aching for him. “No I’ll bet the fetish videos do it for you,” he ran his finger up and down her lips, barely touching her. “You like to watch the spankings, maybe a paddle, silk ties and a blindfold?”

  She groaned loud and long when that finger finally breached her lips to rub her moisture up and down the length of her pussy. “That f-f-feels good, Kyle.”

  He thrust his long finger deep inside her moisture and felt her walls clench when he said, “That’s Dr. Masters to you.” He hissed and nipped her ear, “Oh you like that, do you? You’re so. Damn. Wet.”

  Her breath was husky, just above a whisper. “Yes Dr. Masters.” His growl reverberated through her body, her screams drowning him out as he thrust a second finger deep inside her.

  “I knew there was a dirty girl deep,” he thrust harder, “inside you.” Leaning forward, Kyle wrapped his tongue around her nipple through the thin cotton of her top. “The question is just how dirty you’ll be for me.”

  No words would come, only incoherent moans and gasps pushed through her mouth as his mouth, his hands worked her over until she was sweating and screaming, begging for release. “Please, Dr. Masters, oh please!”

  “That’s right dirty girl, beg me for your orgasm. Beg me to make you come all over my fingers.”

  Grabbing his wrist, Kira held his hand exactly where she needed it. “What the fuck?” She’s quickly jarred from her impending orgasm when his hand left her body. Seeing the gleam in his sparkling green eyes, it all became clear to her and she stood abruptly, knocking the chair over in her haste to leave. “Right. I’ll see you later, Kyle.”

  Whoa, what just happened? He stood and in two quick steps his arm banded around her waist and her back was flush against him. “Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightened as she kicked and struggled out of his grasp. “Stop.”

  His firm voice was enough to stop her movements. “Let me go.”

  “Not until you tell me what just happened.” Her body twisted so she could give him a look so cold it would have stopped his heart if it wasn’t so obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  “I’m not interested in your games Kyle. Either fuck me or don’t, but these games are not my thing.”

  “Sweetheart I don’t play games and I intend to fuck you.” He felt her body shiver as his tongue drew a long path from the base of her neck up to that spot just behind her ear that drove her wild. “But I fuck my way. You listen to me, you do as I say. And in return I will fuck you, eat you and lick your whole body until you can’t walk straight. Got it?”

  Tapping her chin in thought, Kira smirked at him. Let’s see how quickly I have my first orgasm and then we’ll talk about you being in charge.

  ~~~

  “Okay,” she said still panting trying to catch her breath, “I’m in. You’re in charge!” Her entire body was humming at the things that man and his wicked tongue had just done to her body. If that was a preview of things to come, Kira knew she was in for one hell of a night.

  Kyle was still kissing his way up her body, giving the underside of her breast extra attention when her words penetrated his lust fueled fog. “Those words are almost as good to hear as you mo
aning my name,” he nipped her breast and laughed when she squealed.

  She could hear the dreamy sigh echo into the room and she couldn’t be bothered to give a damn because the man’s hands were magic, leaving a trail of fire as they skated up her body, stopping at her ribs, skimming over her tight buds and finally cradling her face for a kiss that started another orgasm brewing within her. He used that tongue on her again, this time inside the deep heat of her mouth and she squirmed, rubbing her body against his like a cat in heat. “Oh Dr. Masters,” she whispered when his tongue found that spot behind her ear again.

  Kyle wrenched himself away from her, struggling to catch his breath. “Fuck but you taste delicious Kira! I am going to devour you, woman.”

  “I can’t wait.” She could hear the husky voice but could hardly believe it was hers. And when Kyle removed his clothes to reveal a smattering of cinnamon hair on his chest and trailing down into his shorts, she felt her pussy grow wetter. He was gorgeous with his sculpted muscles and rippling abs that tapered to a narrow waist and powerful golden thighs. But hot damn when those white boxer briefs hit the floor all the air was knocked from her body. “Holy fuck Dr. Masters, you are a work of art.” Her eyes were glued to the long thick erection standing at attention, looking so tempting and tasty she licked her lips.

  A painful sound came from Kyle’s direction and when she looked at him he grew harder. “Don’t worry Kira. I’ll be shoving my cock deep inside that pretty little mouth of yours very soon.” His large hand fisted his cock and he felt his dick stiffen even more at her gasp and the heated look in her eyes. “You want it, Kira? You want a taste of my cock right now?”

  She nodded, mouth still open and salivating over the long flesh now coming closer and closer. Her pussy clenched when Kyle took her wrists in one hand and stuffed his cock in her mouth with the other. The only thing she could do was moan, and savor the earthy salty taste of him as he hit the back of her throat. His strokes were long and deep, and coming faster and faster until he pulled out abruptly. She whined at the emptiness of her mouth.