by BJ Wane
Need inflamed him as he rose above her, her knees over his shoulders, leveling her hips for his cock. He pushed into her still clutching pussy without preamble and closed his eyes in sheer bliss at the feel of her clamping around him. But his own need had raged out of control for too long for him to savor the feel of her right now. That could come later, after he had come inside her two or three times.
Piper was still reeling from another powerful climax when he thrust into her, giving her no time to get her bearings. His first plunge filled her, the second stroked her, the third knocked her over the cliff again, left her struggling through the layers of pleasure. She barely felt the rug abrading her bare back as he rammed into her over and over, barely felt his cock quicken and spew inside her as her own orgasm once more sent her spiraling into that sweet oblivion.
A few moments later she lay stupefied beneath him, her skin hot and damp, her body still shuddering with small aftershocks rippling through her. Then he groaned, his cock slipping from her and as he lifted his heavy, sweat slick body off her, the rush of cool air over her own overheated skin was as effective as a dip in the lake in January. Struggling to her feet, she took in the wadded up area rug, the tipped over stool and their clothing, some of it ripped, strewn in a haphazard disarray, the mess a blatant sign of just how thoroughly she had caved. Straightening her backbone, she vowed to be the one to reject him this time, instead of the other way around. Without looking at him, she turned to walk away with as much dignity as possible only to find Brody once again taking hold of her. The next thing she knew, her head was hanging over his back, his bare ass clenching right above her face, her ass perched over his shoulder as he headed toward the stairs.
“Put me down right now, Brody. I mean it,” she demanded as she struggled to resist the temptation to sink her teeth into one taut buttock.
“Nope,” Brody replied easily as he slipped a finger into her still damp, still warm pussy and lightly stroked her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Well, I’m done with you.” But even as she claimed that, her body was responding to that one finger, her pussy preparing for more whether she wanted it or not. “Oh, damn,” she muttered as she simply gave in. “I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”
Brody chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in days. Dropping her on her bed, he followed her down, his cock slipping inside her pussy easily, her hips arching up to welcome him despite her words to the contrary. He rode her hard, their mutual lust surprising given their recent climaxes, but Brody didn’t question his body’s demands or reactions any longer. It is what it is, and right now, it was sheer ecstasy being inside her, once again feeling her slick walls enclose his cock like a tight glove, the pleasure of coming inside her again so intense it left no room for coherent thought.
Piper fell into an exhausted sleep, too tired to relish the feel of Brody’s body keeping her warm instead of being subjected to the cold reality of him leaving her bed or to question why he seemed to be sticking close. But she was more than pleased to feel him spooning her from behind early the next morning, one hand cupping her breast, his hard cock nestled between her buttocks, poking her sensitive anus. She remembered the feel of his finger penetrating her back hole, vividly recalled the pleasure she had felt from having that orifice stroked. Just feeling the smooth crown of his cock rubbing back and forth over her, his seeping fluid softening her puckered hole, sent shards of pleasure to her pussy, her lust once again threatening to spin out of control.
Brody kneaded her soft, full breasts, loving the feel of her filling his hand, her nipple poking his palm and the soft cushion of her buttocks surrounding his dick. Her tiny hole was damp from his seepage, making it easier for him to wedge his finger between them and slowly slip it inside her. It had shocked him to awaken with yet another hard-on and a need to fuck her again that wasn’t going to be ignored. He hadn’t responded this fast, this often to a woman since he was a randy teenager learning the joys of a woman’s body for the first time. He was beginning to accept that his strong feelings for Piper were tied to his strong lust for her, feelings he’d be damned if he’d ignore for another five years if things went badly concerning Charles and she walked away from him again. Somehow, someway, he’d make it work, his determination to remain a part of her life suddenly as strong as his desire to sink his cock into her tight ass.
“Brody,” Piper whispered as she pushed back against that invading finger, unsure what she was asking him for. Shifting her shoulders, she gave him easier access to both of her breasts while keeping her ass snuggled against him, careful not to dislodge his probing finger that was stroking over such very sensitive nerve endings and igniting a fire in both her ass as well as her empty pussy.
“What do you want, Piper? Tell me,” he demanded, needing to hear her say the words.
Unable to believe she was doing this yet equally unable to stop herself, she pleaded softly, “More, please. God, that feels so good.”
Brody reached behind him to the nightstand, retrieving the lube he had thought to put there when he had gotten up earlier and straightened up downstairs before returning to her bed. He smiled when she practically growled in complaint as he pulled his finger back. “Relax, darlin’, I’ll be right back.” Coating two fingers, he proved true to his words and slipped them slowly inside her ass, the tight channel giving easily with the help of the lube. He stroked her slowly, but deep, getting her used to the feel, stretching her by separating his fingers a little at a time, preparing her for his thicker cock. “There you go,” he whispered as she relaxed completely, her tight hole loosening up enough to take three fingers. When she pushed against him in impatience, he released her breast and slapped her ass. “Stop that or I won’t be responsible for taking you before you’re ready.”
If he thought that slap on her still tender cheek was a deterrent, he was sadly mistaken, Piper thought as it just ratcheted her excitement up another notch. “Then hurry up,” she growled as he filled her with three fingers, the slight discomfort only adding to the pleasure. His slow tortuous strokes accompanied by the constant rolling and pulling of her nipples caused the slowly building liquid fire filling her veins to flow with all the slow heat of molten lava to pool in her pussy, leaving her no choice but to slip two fingers into her moist heat to try to get some relief. “Oh, God, Brody,” she gasped when she could feel his fingers in her ass through the thin membrane separating them, “I can’t wait. Fuck me now.”
Brody felt her rectum tighten when she fingered her pussy, felt her strokes match his and he had no choice but to give her what they both wanted and hope he had her prepared enough. He took a shaky moment to coat his cock with lube before slowly pushing past her tight sphincter, her gasp when he stopped with just his head inside her orifice, echoing harshly. “Deep breaths, Piper. Give it a minute.”
The sudden burst of pain when he entered her quickly subsided and left nothing but the need for more. Stroking over her clit, she discovered that enticement relaxed her anus even more and as Brody slowly pushed into her, she kept up the strokes over her clit until she was climaxing by the time he was fully embedded in her.
Swearing as he felt her contractions rippling through the thin skin separating his cock from her pussy, Brody strived for control, barely managing to shove aside the urgent need to start pounding into her. Her ass was as tight as a vise as he slowly withdrew until just his cockhead remained in her. Her soft cries and jerking hips didn’t help him keep control, so he clamped a hard hand on her hip to stifle her movements as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. When she finally quieted, he pushed ever so slowly back into her, not stopping until he was once again embedded fully inside her, his own body shuddering with the need to simply let go. “Okay?” he rasped hoarsely.
“More than okay,” Piper admitted as she continued to stroke her pussy, her fingers tracing the outline of his rigid cock through the thin barrier separating them.
“Son of a bitch, Piper,” he swore as he felt her stroke despite
the wall separating them. “I’m trying to be gentle here.”
“And I’m trying to get you to move. Fuck me, Brody, I can take it.” At least she hoped so, because she simply couldn’t stand waiting to feel him fully possess her another minute. Despite her climax, her pussy was still aching for more, her body wanting to feel those strong, deep strokes taking her to the height of ecstasy only he had been able to drive her to.
That soft, painful demand was his undoing, and with another curse, he started to thrust faster, go deeper, until he was fucking her like she said she wanted, with steady, sure plunges that had them both gasping. Releasing her hip, he cup her breast again, wrapping his fingers around her nipple to torment that tight bud as he braced himself with his other hand and took her faster, her hips thrusting back with each plunge, taking him willingly. He could feel her fingers in her pussy moving faster, her small body growing slicker, her mewling cries escalating to high pitch wails as she came again, leaving him absolutely no choice but to follow her.
Through the throes of yet another earth shattering climax, Piper felt his cock quicken, felt his seed spewing inside her, his climax triggering another one in her pussy, her come spilling onto her hand as she accepted all he had to give. At least, she thought ruefully as she slowly came back down from her pleasurable high, he wasn’t being stingy with his body this time around, making her wonder what the dawn would bring right before she drifted back asleep, her fingers still inside her, his cock still nestled in her ass.
Brody heard Ian come in the next morning and reluctantly pulled away from Piper’s warm body. Slipping out of bed, he drew the covers back over her, slipped on his jeans and padded downstairs in desperate need of the coffee he could smell brewing.
“You’re up early,” he said as he grabbed a mug and poured a cup before the pot had even finished filling.
“I got a call. We’ve been instructed to report to Atlantic City tomorrow and make ourselves known as guests at the Empire, guests who’d like an invitation to the private party Pasquino has planned for Sunday night.” Ian had been only too happy to have an excuse to slip away early from Haley’s, the desire to stay, to linger, to slip into bed with her too strong for his liking.
“Don’t tell me, the top floor Charles used to reserve for his private play, right?”
“You got it. Pasquino’s managed to ingratiate himself there and he’s now, apparently, a big, fucking VIP, with all the privileges that entails. With the board running things instead of Sandoval, they’re free to cater to whomever they want and since Sandoval kept his money laundering side gig to himself, no one’s the wiser to Pasquino’s true intentions. Rumor has it, Pasquino is going to be the first bidder if the Empire goes up for sale if Sandoval is still a no show and declared dead in two years. That alone has to rub Sandoval enough to risk coming out of hiding.”
Brody frowned, knowing where this was going. “And you and Carlos think those intentions are to still draw out Charles.”
“Don’t you?” Ian knew Brody wanted it otherwise, but facts were facts, and Pasquino has never, to their knowledge, let anyone leave his employ, at least not alive.
“Yeah, I do,” Brody admitted with a heavy sigh. For the drug lord, putting an end to Sandoval, the one man to thwart him, was a personal vendetta. For the FBI, ending Pasquino’s drug rein was priority, connecting the dots to charge Sandoval with his crime would be a bonus, but not necessary. Maybe, he thought with a flicker of hope, if Charles did suddenly return from the land of the missing and presumed dead in order to take control of his casino again, they could work out a deal with him, get him to testify in exchange for witness protection. It was a long shot, but one worth hoping for if it would give him a clear path to Piper.
“You think Piper’s safe then, that her disappearance was orchestrated to get to Charles and when that failed, Pasquino’s using this party and the rumors of a buyout to get him there, don’t you?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense since the other incidents were perpetrated against Haley, not Piper. You don’t agree?” Ian wondered how much of Brody’s reluctance to leave Piper had to do with their case or with his feelings for the woman.
“Why dose her with an aphrodisiac, especially such a strong one and leave her untouched? That’s the one thing I can’t wrap my mind around.” And the one thing that made him reluctant, for the first time, to obey a direct order from his superiors.
“Regardless, we don’t have a choice but to fly out of here tomorrow, as early as possible,” Ian stated even though he had to agree with Brody on that point.
“Maybe I can talk Piper into staying with Haley for now, at least until we can get back and settle this. She’ll be safer in town, with everyone as determined as we are to watch out for her.”
“I’m going,” Piper stated implacably as she entered the kitchen. She had felt Brody leaving her bed and feigned sleep because she was enjoying rousing with a sore, well fucked body and a pleasant afterglow still filling her from the night of excesses and wasn’t ready to face him and the inevitable end to their debauchery. A long hot shower went a long way towards easing her aching muscles and, remembering the pleasure of the night before, she would be ashamed of her easy capitulation if she hadn’t enjoyed that surrender so much. Determined to face him without expecting or wanting anything else from him, she had headed downstairs only to stop mid-way at the sound of their voices and the mention of Charles. “I want to be there to say I told you so when Charles doesn’t show. I told you, he has to be dead.”
“Why?” Brody asked her bluntly. “Because his death would be easier for you to handle than the fact that he has been alive all this time and hasn’t let you know?” The thought of her in that casino again with Pasquino and his goons calling the shots sent a cold chill up his spine.
Piper thought she could actually hate him at that moment, but she didn’t have time to argue with him or worry that he might be right. “Okay, put it this way then. If he is still alive and there’s a chance this man succeeds in getting Charles back to his casino, I want to be there to confront him.” Actually, the last thing she wanted to do was come face to face with the man she had always considered her father if he didn’t care enough about her in return to let her know he had survived an assassination attack she had been witnessed to.
“No, absolutely not, Piper. I forbid it.”
Piper narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to back down despite the anger turning his eyes from dove grey to cold steel and the way he crossed those thick, muscled arms over his bare chest had her pussy weeping for more of what he gave her last night. “You what?” she asked him softly. “Just because I was stupid enough to let you fuck my brains out last night, doesn’t mean you own me. You can’t stop me from going wherever the hell I want.”
Brody closed his eyes in frustration, knowing she was right. Where was that shy, malleable young girl he first met when he needed her? “Piper, you don’t understand…”
“We need to talk,” Ian interrupted him. “Outside. Excuse us a minute, Piper.” Ian turned and went out the back door fully expecting his partner to follow him.
“Before you say a word,” Brody said as soon as they were out of earshot of the cabin, “I won’t even consider it.”
“Think with your big head for one minute instead of your little head,” Ian stated calmly. “This set up, at the casino, is going to be a slap in the face if Sandoval is alive and gets wind of it. If we manage to finagle an invite to that party, and I don’t think it’ll be that difficult considering our status as ex-employees of the man he’s trying to take out, that’ll just add insult onto insult, another irritant to goad Sandoval into facing his nemesis.”
“I get that. What’s your point?”
“Sandoval’s smart enough to know all that just as we do, which just might keep him in hiding until he finds another way out of the mess he’s got himself into. He’s still got two years before he risks being declared dead and losing the casino completely, and we both reme
mber what that place means to him. If he senses a trap, he won’t risk it. He has time, and until then the Empire is still his and you can bet your ass he has someone feeding him info from that place. If we show up with Piper, he’ll hear and her presence might be enough to draw him out.”
Everything Ian said was true, but Brody couldn’t bring himself to use her against Charles, and that’s what it would amount to. “I’m not using her to bring down the only person she’s considered family since losing her mother. Besides, if he is alive, letting her suffer thinking he was dead all these years isn’t the sign of a man who would care whether she was there or not.”
“He also went out of his way for fourteen years to see she had an excellent education and, just so she wouldn’t feel abandoned, he made that trip overseas monthly. I think the man cares more than even he knows.”
Ian could be right. Brody had seen a change in Charles’s attitude when he had discovered Pasquino was keeping tabs on him. He suspected that was when Charles realized just how deep he was in with the drug lord and the potential consequences of trying to get out.
“She still has blinders on where Sandoval is concerned,” Ian said when Brody didn’t reply right away. “She won’t believe he’s alive without seeing him for herself. Given her actions this past week, do you really think she’s going to stay here when we leave?”
“I’ll lock her ass up if I have to,” he growled irrationally.
Ian rolled his eyes dramatically but a grin split his lips. “You’ve gone and fallen for her, haven’t you? You’re letting your feelings get wrapped up with someone involved in a case, and I don’t mean the physical feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around your cock. Save it,” he said, raising his palm to stop the denial he saw forming. “We don’t have any legal grounds to hold her and you know it.”
