by J B Heller
I must have fallen asleep on the couch after dinner. I was frigin exhausted. The light shining from the bathroom down the hall cast a glow over the face of the clock on the wall. Two in the morning? No frigin way I was driving home at this early in the morning. I was still half asleep and it was too damn cold out. While the blanket she had given me was cosy, it wasn’t exactly keeping me warm. Goose bumps had broken out all over my arms, I figured it was the cold that woke me.
I got up to search for another blanket. Fumbling down the hallway, I passed her laundry, her bathroom, and came to the spare room. I poked my head in and the blanket on the bed looked too thin. I’d still be freezing my balls off if I climbed in there. My focus shifted to the closed door that I knew hid Piper’s room. A sliver of light shone out from under the door. Is she still awake?
I opened the door a fraction, just enough to see if she was still up, but she was sound asleep. Comfortably sound asleep in a big arse king size bed surrounded by soft looking pillows and a thick warm doona. Screw it, I’m going in. I pushed the door open a little more, just enough that I could squeeze my body through. I didn’t want the door to squeak and wake her and have her tell me to get the hell out. I just wanted in that warm bed.
Softly, I clicked the door closed behind me and tiptoed like a goddamn burglar over to the opposite side of the bed. It felt warmer in Piper’s room than the rest of the apartment. She must have had the heat on. Bitch, had left me out in the cold while she was toasty warm in here. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and quietly laid my suit pants, shirt, and vest over the chair in the corner of the room. Sneaking over to the bed I put my glasses on the side table and slid in under the warm blankets. It felt divine, she even had an electric blanket. Heaven. That was the end of my conscious thought process. I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.
I was dreaming about Piper being wrapped up in my arms like I did most night. Her skin felt so soft and warm, and she smelled amazing. I nuzzled my nose into her neck and inhaled. The smell went straight to my head and my dick sprang to full attention right away. I moved my hips back and forth a little so she could feel what she does to me. She pushed her arse back against me and that sensation sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted her so much.
I left a trail of kisses from behind her ear, down her neck, and across her shoulder. My hips kept a gentle rhythm against her pert arse the whole time. She moaned and pushed back into me harder. I snaked my hand from her stomach to her hip and squeezed her flesh while thrusting my hips with more force, which caused her to moan again. My cock twitched from how hot it sounded.
It all felt so real, so unlike my other dreams, and I relished the feeling of her beneath my palm, even if it was just in my imagination. Slipping my index finger under the edge of her pyjama bottoms I paused, then glided the rest of my hand underneath them causing goose bumps to break out on her skin. My hand skated over her softness until I reached that beautiful place between her thighs. She moaned again and whispered my name, opening her legs further for me.
I pushed the heel of my balm against her pubic bone, bringing her back harder against my raging hard-on. I thrust my hips forward at the same time as I slipped two fingers inside of her. She was so wet for me, I had to bite down on her shoulder to keep from moaning myself. She felt amazing, so hot and tight around my fingers; I just wanted that to be my cock inside her.
She whimpered as I pick up the pace with both my fingers and my hips. She was close, I could feel it. Her inner muscles were clenching tighter around my fingers, and I buried my head in the curve of her neck. Her body arched and quivered, her breath falling ragged as she found her release.
The realness of that moan snapped my eyes opened. I wasn’t dreaming— I had just finger fucked Piper. Holy shit! Rhett was going to kill me. I was pretty sure Piper was going to kill me. As I was internally freaking out, I realized my fingers were still inside of her. I knew the exact moment she came it wasn’t a dream. Her body went ridged, and her head turned back towards me. Her eyes were wide as she stared into mine.
I had no idea what to say, sorry didn’t really cover it. I had just violated her, in my sleep. Well, not really my sleep. I was in that in between zone, but still, I didn’t think she would find that little fact any more comforting. Her eyes darted down her body to where we both knew if she lifted the covers she’d see my hand down her pants.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
“Piper, I—” I didn’t get my chance to explain, She rolled toward me, grabbing my hair and fisting it. What the hell is she doing? I went to pull my fingers from within her.
Her eyes locked onto mine. “Don’t,” she said sternly.
With that single word I froze.
“Just this once,” she almost begged, and inched her face toward mine.
That was the last thing she said before our lips connected.
Her tongue fought mine for control. It was a battle I wasn’t willing to loose. If this was it, my one time with the girl I’d been dreaming of since I was a teenager, I wanted it to be my way. I pulled my hand from her pants and flipped her on her back in one smooth move. Our mouths never broke contact. She bit down on my bottom lip then licked the tender spot making me shiver.
“Damn, Piper.” I groaned.
She pulled away from me long enough to pant, “Don’t speak.” And I didn’t again.
I didn’t want him to speak. Speaking meant thinking, and all I wanted to do right then was feel. I wriggled beneath him trying to gain the upper hand. I liked control, but he refused to budge. And to my surprise, it turned me on more. No one had ever fought me for dominance in the bedroom. I felt vulnerable, but safe. He made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
He severed our kiss and looked me straight in the eyes as he brought my hands above my head and wrapped my fingers around the headboard. He didn’t speak, like I had asked, but I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to submit. His stare was full of emotion and power. I didn’t have a choice, the fight in me disappeared, and in that instant my only response was a single nod.
My fingers tightly held the slats in the headboard. Kade’s grip on my hands loosened, then travelled down my arms back towards my body. He passed my shoulders, and his palms flattened at my sides while his fingertips brushed against the side of my breasts. I inhaled sharply at the contact and the side of his lips lifted in a smirk. Bastard.
When he reached the bottom of my shirt he slipped his hands underneath the hem. I shivered when his skin made contact with my bare flesh and I felt his dick, still in the confines of his underwear, twitch in response against my thigh I moved my hips against him causing him to close his eyes and break contact with mine. A hiss left his lips as I continued to grind my hips.
I loved having power over him, even if it was just a small bit.
His hands rubbed up my body further until his smooth palms cupped my breasts. He squeezed gently, then harder before pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My back lifted off the bed, arching my body toward his. Pulling my shirt up, he slipped it over my head. His hands glided up my arms to my hands, I went to release my hold on the headboard, but he stopped me.
Using my shirt, he tied my hands in place. I had never been this constricted, and never felt so powerless. The lack of control over the situation started to eat at my nerves. I didn’t like it. My heart picked up its already fast pace as a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I pulled against the makeshift restraint, but it held tight. I had no idea how he had done that with just my shirt. I tugged harder, and was about to yell at him to release me when he wrapped his strong hands around my wrists and looked me dead in the eyes.
Inching toward me ear, he murmured. “Trust me, Piper.”
Could I trust him? Yes. Did I want to trust him? Oh, yeah.
But could I do it? Could I hand myself over to him like that? I could feel deep in my gut that if I did there would be no going back. This wouldn’t just be sex. It would be surrender.
I could see an inter
nal battle flashing in the depths of her dark blue eyes. She wanted this, I knew she did. There’s no way Piper would have let me go this far if she didn’t trust me, if she didn’t want me the way I wanted her. I didn’t look away from her. I had to keep my stare steady or it would be a show of weakness. She needed to know I was in control of this – of us. Seconds ticked by, but it felt like hours.
“Piper,” I whispered.
She bit down on her bottom lip, and I saw the answer I’d been waiting for. Peace flowed through her body, her arms relaxed beneath my hold, and acceptance shined bright through her eyes. She was mine. Piper was mine.
I kissed her hard, she didn’t fight me for control, she followed my lead. Our tongues slid against each other in the most sensual dance I’d ever encountered. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life. I needed her.
My hands snaked their way back down her bare arms to her beautiful tits. I looked at them in my palms, so full. My fingers dug into her flesh and squeezed. I didn’t know which one I wanted in my mouth first, so in a compromise I licked my way up the valley between them. Her skin was salty but sweet.
My dick twitched again and she rubbed herself over me. My neck pulled to the side and I closed my eyes, every time she moved against me my dick demanded I stop playing with her and get down to business. But I just couldn’t make myself. Her nipples were hard peeks right in front of my face begging for attention. I pushed her tits closer together and rubbed my thumbs over the hard pink peaks before flicking my tongue over each of them in turn.
It felt like my dick was about to break free from my boxer briefs. I pulsed my hips in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue. Lick. Pulse. Lick. Pulse. Her body quivered, and I upped the pace, pulling a moan from her lips.
I couldn’t take it any longer. Letting go of her gorgeous tits, I grabbed her pants by the waist band and yanked them down her legs, throwing them to the side of the bed. I took her body in underneath mine; an image I’d only ever imagined: Piper with her hands tied above her head, her tits bouncing with each laboured breath she pulled into her lungs like she was starved for air. Her flat stomach was covered in a beautiful peacock tattoo. I had seen her tattoo before, but not like that. The feathers brushed against her panty line, the design was absolutely mesmerising.
I followed the silk seam with my tongue, and her hips lifted. My gaze flicked up to meet hers. She was watching my every move, her eyes clouded with desire – desire for me. My chest puffed out from knowing that look was directed at me.
I licked the apex of her thighs over her underwear. She was so wet the fabric tasted of her. It was hands down the best thing I’d ever tasted. Slowly, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and I slipped my thumbs under the flimsy fabric to rip it away from her body. Piper gasped when I buried my face in her sweet pussy.
Her body tensed as she arched her back. I heard her chanting something over and over under her breath. But I couldn’t make out what it was she was saying. I used my thumb to circle the little bundle of nerves I knew would send her over the edge again while spearing my tongue in and out of her. She tasted so good, I could have eaten her for hours. Her legs clamped down around my face when she came. Her whole body tensed up before it shuddered, and relaxed as then her sweet juices coated my tongue and chin.
I sat up, licking my lips and wiping my chin with the back of my hand. Her eyes were glazed over in a lust induced coma. A lazy smile graced her plump lips. Leaning my body over her, I brought my mouth close to her ear.
“Best pussy I ever ate,” I groaned.
She shivered again when I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as I let it slip from my lips.
Keeping my face close to her cheek, I panted, “Are you ready for this, Piper?”
She nodded then gestured towards her bedside table with her chin. Reaching over I opened the top draw. My eyes landed on the box of condoms and I pulled one out of the box. I watched Piper as I rolled it down my shaft, she wet her bottom lip with her tongue then bit down on it. I didn’t take my eyes from hers as I joined our bodies together.
This moment… this instant, confirmed everything I had only dared to fantasize about. Nothing could be more beautiful than Piper beneath me in this moment. The silent plea in her bright blue eyes told me she wanted this as much as I did. That she felt the connection flowing between our bodies our souls.
Years of fantasies urged me to pick up my pace, my mind and soul are connected for this. Our first time cannot and will not be like others for her, I will not blend with past experiences.
Every thrust meant something, it told her what I couldn’t say out loud. My mind couldn’t stay in control any longer and I was swiftly taken by the current flowing between us. My hands were all over her, memorizing every curve, sparking pleasure throughout her body and mine. Feeling Piper’s sharp intake of breath, her body shuddering beneath me, nothing would ever compare.
I could feel Piper’s body tense, as her climax built and she pulled at her restraints. The sparks firing between us grew until neither of us could hold back any longer. It was like an explosion sending us to heights I’d only ever imagined before allowing us to crash in a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths.
My head rested against her chest pillowed between her breasts. I was utterly depleted of energy yet on the inside my thoughts were going into overdrive knowing the most intimate encounter I’d ever experienced was with the woman of my dreams.
A little sigh of contentment escaped Piper and I couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off my face. This was it, the moment Piper would realise, she’s mine. Always had been, and always would be.
Her sleepy eyes opened and took me in. Her gaze slid over my body above hers and I swear I could feel it like a sweet caress on my skin. “Piper?” I whispered.
Her eyes flew back up to mine. “Kade.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her then kissed her nose.
Her lips lifted up into a small shy smile. “Thanks.”
Her lack of sass surprised me. “Thanks? That’s all I get?” I swept a stray piece of hair from her cheek. “No snarky comeback?”
Her eyes met mine. “You took the snark right out of me. I’m too tired to be a bitch right now.”
A smug smile spread across my face. “I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re being extra difficult. I’ll just have to take it out of you.”
She lifted one shoulder in her classic whatever gesture. “Gotta do what you gotta do.”
Smiling, I kissed her again. She pulled her head to the side stopping our kiss and I felt panic rise up inside of me. That reaction made me fear she had changed her mind.
Kade was freaking out. His pupils dilated and he sat up so fast I’m sure he gave himself a head spin. He looked down to where our bodies had been joined moments ago, and his eyes grew wider. Suddenly he took off to my in-suite bathroom.
“Kade?” I called out after him. He didn’t answer me, but I could hear him muttering something in there. Then I heard a loud crack. What the hell?
“Kade! What are you doing?” I tugged my wrists, but the knot in my shirt was still holding tight. Shit.
“KADE!” I yelled this time. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, flexing the fingers of his right hand. He wouldn’t look at me and he kept his eyes trained to his feet. Stopping at the end of the bed, his shoulders slumped forward. “I’m sorry, Piper. I’ll go.”
“What? Why?” I couldn’t figure out what had just happened.
He straightened up and looked at me. I had no idea what was going on in that head of his. I thought we had just broken through some kind of barrier in our love/hate relationship – at least I had. Apparently it wasn’t so much that I loved to hate him, but more so I hated that I loved him. It was a revelation that was for sure.
He scratched his head before he finally answered me. “I though you changed your mind.”
“About what?”
“Us,” he replied, still refusing to
look directly at me.
I tried to think of what I had done wrong to make him think like that. But I had no idea. “Why?”
He ran his hand through his sweat dampened hair. “When you pulled away, I thought… didn’t you? Ah, shit. I’m just going to say it.”
“Please do, I’m obviously not going anywhere.” I tugged at my wrists again to bring his attention to the fact that I was still being held prisoner on the bed. “Shit, Piper, I’m sorry,” he panted as he ran over and untied my hands.
I propped myself up on the bed and narrowed my eyes at him. “So, you are going to tell me what the hell that was?”
Kade sat on the edge of the mattress with his back to me. He leaned forward and ran his fingers through his hair, then laced them behind his neck. This was his tell when he got stressed.
Placing my hand on his bare back, I noticed my wrists were a little red. I ignored it and brushed my palm over his shoulder, down his arm, and squeezed his bicep gently.
He turned look back at me. I was still completely naked sitting behind him. I didn’t make a move to cover myself. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, and I liked the way my skin tingled when he looked at me like this.
His eyes closed tightly and he released a breath I didn’t realise he’d been holding in. “Do you want to be with me, Piper? Not just my fake girlfriend, I mean actually be with me?”
I didn’t hesitate. “I thought we just cleared that up? You know, with you tying me up and taking me like nobody ever has before?”
His hands dropped from his neck and he spun around to fully face me. The smile lighting up his face was the biggest I’d ever seen him wear. “Thank Christ!” Then he launched at me, tackling me to the bed, kissing all over my face. He abruptly pulled back, confusion on his handsome face again. “Why did you stop kissing me before?”
Now I had to think because his kisses made my brain go fuzzy. “Oh, my wrists were starting to hurt. I was going to ask you to untie me. But you freaked out and bolted.”
