by E Kay Sims
“I don’t believe I was wearing sleeves,” she quipped.
I laughed.
“Let’s have a shower.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She lifted her eyebrow suggestively. “I’ll bet you do.” She pulled the sheet from her naked body and I swear I stopped breathing. “We still haven’t used that belt. Let’s just hope your buddy doesn’t walk in on us this time.”
“He what?” I gasped.
Piper giggled. “He totally found us fucking against the window. He’s pretty sure of himself. He didn’t break eye contact when I looked at him. It was kind of sexy, him watching us fuck.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know Eric walked in on our sexcapades. I felt my skin turn bright red as I realised my lifelong best mate had seen me butt naked. Ah, fuck, I was never going to hear the end of this! I groaned to myself as I stretched my arms over my head, shaking off both the sleepiness and thoughts of Eric watching me have sex.
“Come on! Shower, and then we have to go.”
I sat up and watched Piper back into the bathroom as she tied the belt around her neck.
“Piper, what are you doing?”
When she didn’t answer, I followed her into the bathroom with its expensive yellow and black marble tiling. Piper turned the water on in the shower and then stepped into the glass cubicle. She was the epitome of beauty, and I felt my body hum with desire for her. She led me into the cubicle with her by my cock. I gladly followed.
“We have to make this quick, Gil,” she said as she turned and rested her forearms against the wall of the shower.
“Because of these mysterious plans of yours?” I asked.
“Mm-hm.” She bent her arse out, presenting herself to me.
I palmed her bum cheeks and stepped closer to her so I was pressing up against her. “What’s the belt around your neck for?”
“Pull on it. But not too hard,” Piper instructed.
I hesitated. “Won’t that hurt you?”
“Not too much,” she replied, rubbing herself against my shaft.
Piper placed the black length of leather into my hand and slid onto my hardening cock with a sigh of delight. My fingers wrapped around the belt and my other hand gripped her arse as I began to move within her.
I tugged gently on the belt and Piper moaned, “Yes, just like that, Mr. Barlow.”
I usually prefered Gil, but right now Mr. Barlow sounded pretty fucking sexy. Like a man who wasn’t ashamed to take his pleasure nor give it. A man who took control. That’s who I became in that moment as I fucked Piper into oblivion. Our cries mingled, echoing around the tiled room. The water poured down on our naked bodies, creating rivulets down my abs and pooling at the base of Piper’s spine. She grabbed a hold of my thigh, her fingers grazing the skin, desperately trying to anchor herself as her body began to lose control. I growled as I pulsed inside her, reacting to her clenching pussy. I pulled her back against me, then let go of the belt to wrap my hand around her neck instead. I buried my face in her hair and nibbled her earlobe. She shuddered. She tried to speak to e—to utter dirty words, no doubt—but her voice failed her as we both shook with our release.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I growled as I came.
She only moaned in response.
Piper’s body went limp, and I quickly wrapped an arm around her middle. I eased myself out of her and lifted her into my arms. I quickly carried her to the bed and lay her down, not caring that we were saturated. Droplets of water clung to her dark eyelashes as she fought to catch her breath. I hurriedly removed the belt from around her neck and cupped her face in my hands. Holy shit, had I hurt her? That was the last thing I wanted to do, and I was starting to panic.
“Piper! Piper, talk to me! Are you alright?”
She cracked her eyes open and a slow smile broke out on her face. “That was incredible.”
I brushed her wet hair out of her face as her hand travelled up the front of my body. “Are you sure? I think you passed out.”
“No, I… that was a lot of pleasure. I’ve never felt that before. Gil, you have a sex demon inside of you and you just let him out.”
I averted my gaze. “I’m not sure what came over me.”
“Well, whoever he was, I want to see more of him.” Piper propped herself up on her elbows and pressed her lips to mine and eased her tongue into my mouth. Our kisses were never a simple peck. There was a fire between us that we kept toying with. Would it burn us both in the end? Piper broke the kiss off abruptly and said, “Get dressed. The Stratosphere awaits.”
We were heading north in Eric’s hired car along the Strip to the Stratosphere Tower. I peered at it through the windscreen. “More rides? Is this a theme park tour?” Surely she could do better than this.
The smirk on Piper’s face was devious and sexy as all hell. “Not exactly.”
She was back in her expensive evening gown and when we reached The Stratosphere, Piper led me to a counter, ignoring the ogling glances of men around us. I glared at them and stepped closer to her. Feeling protective, I placed my hand on her bare shoulder, still craving skin-to-skin contact.
“We want to do the Skyjump,” Piper told the lady behind the counter.
“Sure thing. Names?”
“Piper and Gil.”
The woman’s fingers tapped the keys on the keyboard. “Got it.” She picked up two wristbands and taped them around our arms. “I need you to sign these waiver forms, then you can follow the signs to the changing room. Theo will get you suited up.”
“More suits?” I whispered as I followed Piper along the walkway.
“We definitely need a suit for this.”
“That waiver form mentioned accidental death. What the hell did I just sign, Piper? What, exactly, is a Skyjump?” Just as the question left my lips, a big picture of a guy jumping through the air met my gaze. “You’re fucking joking, aren’t ya? Piper!” I shouted, but she kept walking.
We met up with Theo, a tall, bald man with thick, muscled arms. He selected blue and yellow suits for us to change into.
I eyed off the large metal hoop at the back of the outfit. “What’s this?”
Piper clamped her mouth shut. She tried to shake her head only slightly at Theo, but it wasn’t as subtle as she thought.
“It’s for safety,” Theo boomed. “Put it on.”
I wasn’t about to argue with this guy. He may have been bigger than Eric, if that was even possible. I stepped into the brightly coloured suit and pulled it over my clothing. I zipped myself up and Theo finished for me, making sure everything was a-okay.
Piper laced her fingers through mine and I squeezed tight. “This is going to be so much fun.”
“You’re going to pay for this,” I responded.
“What if I pay out?” Piper suggested.
I pulled her to a stop. “Explain.”
She moved close to me. Close enough to touch me, kiss me, but she did neither. “Well, if you jump with me, then you get to kiss me when we reach the bottom.”
“I’ve already kissed you today.”
“And yet, I know you want to kiss me more.”
I arched an eyebrow at her. She was becoming awfully cocky.
Piper giggled. “Okay then. A kiss and breakfast at IHOP, my treat.”
“Desserts? Now you’re speaking my language.”
“See you down there.”
Piper stepped away from me and out onto a narrow landing. The door shut in my face and I fought the protective urge that surfaced yet again. Piper was hooked up to various cables, and I could tell this was a professional jump run by a massive business. The last thing a big hotel like this wanted was a lawsuit. Piper would be fine. Still… as she jumped and plummeted a few hundred meters to the ground, my heart plummeted with her.
“Next.”
My mouth went dry as I was summoned out onto the landing. Oh God, I was next. Was I crazy? As I stared down at the landing pad below and a tiny speck th
at was Piper waving up at me encouragingly, my breathing became erratic.
“Deep breaths, man,” the attendant said as she hooked me up. “You’re going to jump on three, okay?”
“What? No—”
“One. Two—”
“No, wait—”
“Three!”
Before I knew what was happening, I was floating through the air. A yell of fear escaped my throat but was quickly replaced with laughter as euphoria overtook me. The ground came up quickly, but it wasn’t a hard landing thanks to the landing pad beneath my feet.
The attendant barely had time to unhook me when Piper threw herself at me, her arms looping around my neck in a hug. “You did it, Gil! You’re my hero!”
I laughed in delight and then she was kissing me as promised.
EZEE
I
awoke to the sound of my backup alarm going off––I could tell by the distinct sound of the alarm that I’d slept through the regular alarm. Fuck! Rolling over, I reached for my iPhone on the nightstand and shut off the damn alarm.
I’d been exhausted after Eric had left hours earlier and it was no wonder after what we’d been up to. Six times! Good grief. I knew he’d just gotten off deployment, but holy hell! I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had after the first four.
Holy mother! I couldn’t recall ever having more than two orgasms in one session. I wasn’t all that experienced, but I knew enough to know that, that was exceptional. Eric’s stamina and virility had blown me away. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, then run over by a steamroller.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and groaned with the accompanying soreness. If I wasn’t already running late, I’d have opted for a long, hot soak in the oversized tub instead of a quick shower.
I stood and padded naked across the carpet to the luxurious bathroom. Guilt washed over me for having kicked Eric out so abruptly. Reason had finally returned, or maybe the wine had worn off. Either way, reality had come crashing down around me earlier when I’d awoken with him next to me in bed.
I certainly could’ve handled it better. I truly hoped he would show up to class today. Perhaps during the break, I could speak with him and apologize.
I started the shower, then went to the sink to brush my teeth. I caught my reflection and paused to inspect my kiss-swollen lips and the rash on my cheeks from Eric’s one-day old beard growth—pretty sure I had the same rash between my thighs. My hair looked like I’d come through a tornado. I felt and saw my cheeks flush with my embarrassment at the memory of last night. I’d been wild with abandon and totally out of control! I’d never in my life been fucked–– no, worshipped––by someone the way Eric had me last night. It had been utterly amazing.
I finished brushing my teeth and quickly showered. I pulled my still wet hair into a ponytail and got dressed, applied a little makeup to cover the rash on my face, then grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
It was going to be a long day, though technically the second day of the workshop was a little shorter than the first day. But I was wiped out already, thanks to Mr. Thorsen, the sex god.
I walked down the corridor to the elevators and nearly jumped out of my skin when the doors popped open. There he stood with a crowd of people waiting to exit. Our eyes met and locked. I stepped aside to let him pass and dropped my gaze.
“Good morning, Miss Zaffino,” he drawled.
“Good morning, Mr. Thorsen,” I said in my teacher voice, though it wobbled slightly. “Did you sleep well?”
“No, ma’am, I did not.” He headed down the hall toward his room, his bag on his shoulder.
Now or never! I may as well talk to him now and get it over with, but I only had a few minutes before I needed to go down and set up for the workshop.
“Um, Eric,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. “May I speak with you?” I turned to follow him.
“Aren’t you going to be late?” he threw over his shoulder, still walking away from me.
“I have a few minutes,” I said and followed him to his room.
“I have to get changed for class.” He opened the door to his suite cautiously, deliberately blocking my view.
He paused at the threshold, looking inside and then opened the door wider before turning back to me.
“It will only take a minute,” I said, more sure of myself.
“Fine, come in then,” he paused, hitting me with those ice blue eyes, “or would you rather stay in the hall and maintain your professionalism?”
Ouch! That stung! But I deserved it. “Um, what I need to say should be said in private.” I looked around the hallway. People were coming and going at that hour of the day.
He held the door open for me and allowed me to pass in front of him. God, he smelled divine. I entered just a few steps, not wanting to be far from the door so I could make a hasty exit. In truth, it was taking all my self-control not to wrap my arms around him. I didn’t trust myself to be alone with him for very long.
It felt like a current of electricity ran between us, connecting us. We were like two magnets—there was no denying it. Both of us were trying to fight the strong pull as we stood in the foyer, not three feet between us.
I’ve always felt honesty was the best policy, so I took a deep breath and began, “Look, Eric, I’m extremely attracted to you. I had an amazing time last night… and the night before,” I felt my face flush with my embarrassment, “but I do not and have never had relationships with students.” I paused. “If I’d known that first night you were a student, it never would have happened in the first place.”
He stood there and looked at me with his penetrating gaze, unmoving. Finally, he set down his bag and stepped toward me, closing the gap between us and yet, he maintained enough distance that we weren’t touching. The hairs on my arms stood at attention, jolts of electricity buzzed down my limbs and spine.
“I understand, completely, ma’am.” His tone was that of a soldier who’d just received an order from a commanding officer. “No fraternizing with subordinates, I get it.”
“No fraternizing with students,” I corrected.
“Exactly,” he replied crisply.
He stood there looking down at me, his body ramrod straight, arms by his side, hands tightly fisted. Teeth clenched, his pulse thumped on the side of his neck. My heart started to race at the memory of him reaching his climax with wild abandon as he thrusted into me deeply, as far as my body would allow, before he collapsed on top of me only a few short hours ago.
My body pulsed in the most intimate place. My knees had suddenly gone weak and I felt faint. My hands came up between us to rest on his chest, and while he didn’t flinch at my touch, a muscle did twitch in his cheek. I took another breath to steady myself.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” I started again. “I didn’t mean to shove you out of bed. I panicked.” I had to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze and my knees nearly gave out at the raw desire I saw there.
I had to swallow three times before I could continue, “If I’d met you any other time or place, this wouldn’t be a problem. I really like you, Eric.” My palms unintentionally cupped his pecs. “Please don’t be angry with me.” I felt his muscles tighten under my palms.
Heat blazed between us like an inferno, and I had to take a few steps back from him to regain my composure. I dropped my arms to my sides as he stalked toward me. Oh shit, I thought, but he only brushed past me as he stepped farther into the room.
“I need to change or I’ll be late for class,” he said, glaring at me. He paused, and when his hands went to the button at the top of his fly, his eyes never left mine, the ice blue orbs taunted me.
I stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized. He shrugged his shoulders, one eyebrow quirked questioningly, then he undid the buttons exposing his pubic hair and I still didn’t move. He was going commando! My brain finally reconnected with my body and my hand flew to my mouth as I gulped in a breath and took a step back. Oh God! I swear, he was
the sexiest man alive.
I dropped my gaze and turned quickly on my heel to leave. “I’ll see you in class, then,” I mumbled and got the hell out of there before my legs turned to jelly.
Fuck! This was going to be a very long day!
PIPER
I
stared across the Formica table at Gil as he studied the pile of blueberry pancakes that was just placed in front of him with a critical eye. “Is something wrong?” I asked.
He snapped his gaze to me, a red blush coloring his cheeks. “Oh. No, it’s fine.” He shoveled some pancake, syrup, and ice cream into his mouth. “My Summer Berry ice cream would go great with this.”
“Your ice cream?” I queried as I scooped up some of my Tuscan scrambled eggs.
“Yeah, I’m an ice cream flavor inventor. It’s why I’m here in the US, ultimately. A company in Oregon was impressed by my flavors and hired me.”
“No way!” I couldn’t believe my ears. I’d had sex with another career foodie. One from Australia, no less. What were the odds?
“Yes, way.” His chest puffed out with pride.
“Gil, I’m—” Shit. I couldn’t tell what I really did, who I really was. What was I thinking?
“What?” Those beautiful blue eyes were mesmerizing. He made me forget myself.
“Uh… I’m… impressed. When do I get to taste your ice cream?”
With a chuckle Gil said, “I don’t exactly have access to the proper equipment.”
“Maybe I could get access to some.”
Gil sent me a suspicious look. “How?”
“I have plenty of connections in this town.”
“So it seems.” Gil took my hand in his. I shivered as his thumb brushed the tops of my knuckles. “Who are you, Piper? Apart from being a dancer?”
I gulped down my mouthful of food. “What do you mean?”
“What sorts of things do you do when you’re not working at the club? Where did you grow up? What are your dreams and aspirations? What’s your favorite color?”
“What’s with the twenty questions?”
