by Piper, M.
When she comes unglued her entire body trembles and she belts out notes I’ve never been able to pull from a woman before. I can’t get enough of this, so I don’t stop. Her moans and sighs turn into laughter once her body stops shaking and her hands grip my hair.
“Stop!” She laughs, her thighs clenching together and my dick jumps to try to get to her. I pop my head up and grin at her from between her legs. Her face is flushed, her hand is covering her eyes, and her nipples are so hard they could cut glass. I crawl up her body, licking my trail and latch on to each nipple on my way. She moans and instinctively pivots her hips to arch into me again. When my lips connect to hers and my dick’s pulsing to get to her, she freezes.
“Condom.” Her annoyed whisper makes me chuckle but more so how fucking cute she is. I push my lips to hers once more, enjoying the way she reacts to me, then I crawl off the bed and open the drawer that’s stocked with condoms and toys. “Oh shit,” she laughs, moving with me to see the plethora of shit that’s in here. “Look at this!” She pulls out a big black dildo and barks out a laugh. “I mean, this thing’s not human size. This thing is huge. Men don’t have dicks this size. This should be called the pussy annihilator or something.” She wiggles it in the air and I laugh, gripping it and pulling it away from her.
“No more fake dick wiggling, okay?” She pouts and rolls her eyes. “Thank you. Anyway, there are dicks this size, by the way.” I smirk when she scoffs at me, then grab her by the wrist and push her hand between my legs where my dick’s currently swinging hard and free. One grip from her soft hand is all it takes to make me moan. And when she gasps, I nod.
“This…” She sits up and her eyes go wide and they fly between my legs as I stand there. “Oh my God, Nico.” She shakes her head, looking down at my dick again. “That’s not going to fit.” She nods at my dick and I bark out a laugh, crawling back over her on the bed.
“It will. Trust me,” I whisper, pushing my lips to her neck.
“It won’t,” she shakes her head in a panic.
“I said trust me, Reagan. You’re so fucking wet already.” I lick her nipple, then the other and she gasps. “And the more I do this,” I say, biting onto her neck and enjoying the tiny pricks of her skin and the moan that comes with it, “the wetter you get.” I push my lips to hers after fishing a condom out of the drawer. Sliding it on I grip the backs of her knees and push her legs up, opening her up for me as I nudge against her entrance. Her hands grip the headboard tight as I slide into her, and the face she makes when she realizes she was wrong is hot as fuck.
“Oh,” she gasps when I dip my hips harder, balls deep inside her. “Oh my God,” she pants. I go at it again and she gasps, her eyes going wide. I shift back on my heels, buried deep inside her, and grip her ass, bringing her up at an angle while I pump into her. Her hands grip the headboard and her back arches as I push into her again, burying myself inside her. This is my fucking favorite, because I fucking know it’s hitting exactly where she needs it. Plus, I get to look down and over her tits to get to that beautiful fucking mouth. Those lips…fuck.
I reach down and shove my thumb into her mouth and she moans, closing her lips around me and sucking.
“Shit,” I hiss, thrusting harder into her. It’s so tight, I can feel her pussy start to clench around me and I growl then pump into her harder. My hand grips her tit hard and she starts to wriggle underneath me.
Her eyes close tight, her whole body goes rigid, and as soon as my orgasm starts to spurt out of me she comes again, her pussy milking my dick for all it’s got. Her thighs clamp around me, her entire body shakes, and she screams so loud I’m sure everyone in this place heard her.
“Holy… Fuck,” she pants, letting her ass fall back to the bed as she giggles. “Oh my God,” she breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath as her thighs still tremble from my touch.
I lean down and kiss her, unable to get enough.
“I’ll be right back, Ten,” I whisper, giving her nipple one last pinch before hopping off the bed. She laughs and swats at me.
“Ten?” she asks as I walk towards the bathroom.
“That shit right there topped the charts, Reagan. I think a ten is low, personally, but that’s the rating scale. What’re ya gonna do?” I shrug and smirk at her and she laughs, twisting herself in the blankets.
When I return from the bathroom she’s got the lights turned off already but she’s not sleeping. She’s watching me stand in the doorway of the bathroom and my gut twists for this beautiful girl. She’s twisted in my uncle’s world. The one world I’m trying to get away from. The best thing would be to distance myself right away. The fuck was good. But getting closer could be detrimental.
I walk back over to the bed and slide in next to her. She grins at me, bringing her hand up to touch my eyebrow. One touch is all it takes for me to realize it’s going to be hard to distance myself from this girl. No matter how far apart.
Fuck me.
“How’d you get this?” she asks, her finger tracing the scar above by eyebrow.
“Fishing accident when I was nine,” I say, pulling her tight against me.
“What happened?” she mumbles into my chest, her arms wrapping around me.
I close my eyes and picture the day I got that scar. I was boating with my uncle when he decided to teach me what not to do with the fishing hook by showing me what happened if I didn’t take the danger seriously. One fishing hook through the eyebrow was all it took for me to hate fishing the rest of my life.
“Accident,” I finally say and she hums.
She feels too good against me. Like we’ve been doing this for years, but we haven’t. We just met each other and I mean nothing to her other than a couple really fucking fantastic orgasms.
She falls asleep within minutes of curling into me, but I don’t sleep a wink. Every time I start to doze off I wake myself back up, wondering what’s going to come of this. I think I genuinely like this girl, and that’s a problem.
An entire weekend with a stranger like Reagan does weird fucking things to a man. It’s already Sunday and I’m not entirely certain how we got here. One minute she was pushing away all my advances, and the next we’re fucking like rabbits, only coming up for air when room service delivered our meals. It’s been intense, but it’s exactly what we both needed.
“The weekend’s going to be over soon. Then it’s back to the real world,” I whisper, not wanting it to be true, but it is. In a few hours she’ll be heading back home and I’ll be getting ready to really dive into this job. Two totally different lives.
She turns to her side and pulls the blanket up to her chin. She’s so fucking cute when she’s not trying to be sexy. It’s a mind-fuck. Cute and sexy? I wasn’t even sure that combination was fucking possible. Most of the girls I’ve ran with in the past have tried way too hard for the sexy and weren’t cute enough without the effort…but Reagan’s not like those girls. She’s normal.
“I don’t do this, Nico,” she whispers, then laughs. “I honestly have no clue what we’re doing right now. I feel like I’ve known you a lifetime, but I just met you Friday. I know very little about you! This is insane!”
I grin, because as much time as we’ve spent together in this room, we haven’t really talked. It’s been a lot of fucking, sucking, licking…and then sleeping. There was a shower together in that mix, too.
That was fucking hot.
“So ask,” I say, shrugging. “I’ve got nothing to hide, Reagan.”
Her eyebrows pull together and she grins.
“You’re not married?” she asks and I bark out a laugh.
“No! Why would you ask me that?”
“Someone who looks like…you…” she waves her arm in front of her. “I mean, I don’t see many like you who are still single. I thought these types of parties were where men came when they wanted to cheat on their wives.”
I can’t help but grin and shake my head at her. She’s right about that part. But I’m not one
of those guys.
“No. Not married. No girlfriend. No one at home to warm the bed.” My eyes lock on hers and I can’t help but reach out and touch her cheek. Something about this girl that’s…different. And I can’t place it.
“So what do you do for a living, Nico D’ Angeli?”
“Well, I graduated last year with my degree in Biology and actually just got hired on at Johnson and Steele. I just started, actually. Traveling prescription drug salesperson for now, but hopefully moving up the ladder in the future. Gotta start somewhere, right?”
I grin at her expression as it morphs from boredom to surprise. Her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth pops open like she wasn’t expecting that answer.
“Wow,” she whispers. “So you don’t…” she nods towards the door and I shake my head.
“I’m not like them. How many times do I need to tell you that before you accept it?”
“Sorry, it’s just hard. Vinny’s kind of scary. He’s intense. I figured all his family would be forced to be a part of the business.”
“He’s tried, but it’s not for me. He can’t force me, Reagan. Just like he shouldn’t have forced you to be here this weekend.” I raise an eyebrow at her and push the topic because I don’t like that my uncle apparently blackmailed her into coming this weekend.
“I asked you to drop it,” she whispers, narrowing her eyes.
“Are you in danger?” It sounds ridiculous coming out, but I have to be sure.
“No!” she laughs. “Fuck, Nico, I had some shit on me I was dropping at a friend’s. Illegal shit, okay? Your uncle caught me. He told me he was going to turn me in if I didn’t come this weekend. I took his offer, because I really didn’t want to go to the cops.” She rolls her eyes and falls to her back, staring at the ceiling. “No danger. Just me paying the price for being so fucking stupid.”
“Hey,” I say, scooting over to her and resting my hand on her bare, flat, so fucking soft stomach. My God, I can’t keep my hands off this girl. “You’re not stupid.”
“You don’t know my story. If you did, you wouldn’t be saying that.”
“So tell me.” I rest my head on my hand, propping myself up to look at her and she shakes her head.
“It’s a long one.” She closes her eyes and I bring my fingers to her lips, tracing them. Her mouth falling open slightly as she takes a quick breath.
“I’m a good set of ears,” I whisper, drawing my hand back down to her stomach, my fingers tracing over the curve of her breast on the way, watching her skin pebble in the wake of my touch. Goddamn this girl.
Don’t ask me why I’m pushing her, but I want to know more. I want to be close to her…even if that’s a goddamned stupid move.
She sighs heavily and her eyes open to stare blankly at the ceiling.
“God, they were so mad when I moved out.” She lets out a puff of air and I lay silent, watching her force herself to spill whatever’s inside her. She’s battling something, it’s just what that something is that I’m not sure of. “I love my family, I do. We were always one of those ‘so cute and happy it makes you want to puke’ families,” she whispers, her lips turning up into a smile. “They all live down in Springfield, one happy go lucky bunch of assholes, but they’re my assholes.” A smile brightens her face and I can see the sparkle in her eyes, the love of her family shining through and while I don’t know what that feels like, I understand it. “My two older brothers are pretty awesome. They looked out for me. Growing up they were my best friends.” She turns to her side and looks at me. “They were terrible wingmen, though. Dating fucking sucked around them. I was twenty before I had a steady boyfriend who they didn’t scare off. Before that I ran the gamut of boys, just to bring them home then never hear from them again.”
“Isn’t that what brothers are for?” I ask.
“Yeah, I guess so.” She sighs. “Anyway, I had the steady boyfriend, then when he dumped me out of the blue I started thinking it was me. I got real tired of being broken up with so I started dating around, not finding anyone worth the heartache, and was slowly becoming a cat person, if you know what I mean.”
“I can’t see you as a crazy cat lady.” I reach over and trail my fingers down her shoulder. “Hottest cat lady I’ve ever seen.”
She giggles and lets out a sigh.
“Well, I didn’t want that. And to top it off, I wasn’t making it on my own down there. I tried moving out plenty of times, then I’d end right back in my parents’ house months later. I was failing everyone around me, and I was failing myself. So I moved.” She shrugs, the happy completely gone from her face now. “I’ve been out of their house and on my own two years now. Just…making it, I guess.”
“Just making it, you guess?” I furrow my brows, resting my hand on her smooth hip. “That’s all you’re doing up here? Making it?”
“Aren’t we all?” Her eyes show more than she wants to, I’m sure, but I know she’s holding back. She’s probably already shared more than she wanted to with me, but I’m happy she did.
“Reagan, what’s Chicago offering you that you can’t get at home?” I’m not sure why I’m pushing this, but the way her eyes sparkled when she talked of her family tells me she misses home more than she’ll ever say out loud.
“Freedom?” She grins and wiggles her ass. “I’m proving to everyone what I couldn’t do down there.”
She’s determined. I barely know this girl, but I know she’s determined and from the look in her eye she’s also stubborn as hell.
“You need to go home, Reagan.” I whisper finally when she falls silent.
She laughs sharply. “I can’t.”
“From the sounds of it, you’re wanted there. They miss you. You miss them. What’s stopping you?”
“Pride?” she asks, shrugging. “I fuck things up, Nico. It’s what I do. Friendships, relationships- romantic or not-” She shrugs. “Moving out was supposed to prove to everyone I can do it on my own. Moving home will remind everyone that I can’t.”
I stare into her eyes, full of regret and sadness, and all I want to do is make it go away. This girl just needs to go home. She’s homesick, that’s what it comes down to.
I move towards her and slowly press my lips to hers before pulling back and wrapping my body around her.
“I believe in you, Reagan. You should too.”
“I’m tired,” she whispers, clinging on to me. A stranger I’ve known less than a full weekend, but she feels like home.
And that’s the scariest thought I’ve had in a long time.
“Favorite movie?” she asks, curled into me after one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
“Man on the Moon.” I twirl her hair around my fingers and caress her arm with my other hand. “Yours?”
“The Notebook,” she says, hiding her face from me.
“A romantic,” I say, grinning at her embarrassment.
“Don’t mock me. I know it’s bad but…God, it gets me every damn time.” She laughs and moans, stretching her legs out. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this much sex,” she says, laughing harder.
“We’re almost out of condoms,” I say, glancing over at the lone packet on the nightstand.
“And we still have to try out those toys.” She whispers, her fingers dancing across my chest. “I think I need a shower.”
I chuckle and sit up.
“Come on then,” I say. “Up.”
“No, I’m comfortable,” she groans, curling tighter to me.
“Up, Reagan. It’s been thirty-three hours in this room. It’s time to shower.” I laugh, trying to pull her off the bed. Her naked body’s twisted in the blankets and just seeing her like this, sated and limp from another orgasm, makes my dick twitch for her again.
“Short shower. Only the necessities,” she mumbles, finally sitting up.
I smirk at her as I pull her off the bed to standing in front of me.
“Sure. Whatever you say.” I wink and slap her ass before pulling us into the ba
throom. It’s easy with her, like we’ve been doing this for years but we haven’t and the thought crosses my mind that maybe we could make this work… But I don’t think we could. We’re different worlds, different people. Which fucking sucks, because I’ve never felt like this around anyone before.
The steam billows out from behind the glass door and after she brushes her teeth with what I think was supposed to be my toothbrush left in here by housekeeping, she grins at me and wiggles her eyebrows.
“You gonna help me shave, too?”
“You don’t need to shave.” I scoff. “Come on. The bed’s way more comfortable than standing here, let’s get a move on it.”
I crack open the shower door, letting the steam out and into the room before slipping in after her, closing it tight to hold in as much warmth as we can.
The water beading on her skin and cascading down her breasts as she arches back to wet her hair makes me harder than I was before, but I can’t fucking help it.
I reach out and my fingers circle her nipples and the look she gives me makes me laugh.
“What?” I say, pulling my hand back and feigning innocence.
“Strictly to get clean.” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Shampoo please?”
I grin and squirt some in to my palm.
“Turn around,” I say, my voice betraying me as it’s full of lust and need. I just need to touch her. She cocks her head at me like she knows I have ulterior motives so I give her the same look back. “Strictly to get clean.” I repeat her words back to her and grin when she slowly turns around.
I take my time working the shampoo into her hair. Every now and then she moans as I massage her scalp and her ass inches closer to me every time she moans.
“Those noises aren’t ‘strictly to get clean’ noises, Reagan,” I whisper, finishing up with her hair and letting my hands rub the suds into her shoulders, then slowly I reach around and cup her breasts. She hums and pushes back against me, my dick sliding between the wet, sudsy globes of her ass.
“Those hands aren’t strictly get clean hands, Nico,” she murmurs, her head falling back to my shoulder as my hands cup her tits and my thumbs flick her nipples.
