Wrapped in Lace

by Lane, Prescott

  “Do you like tasting yourself on my tongue?”

  I couldn’t answer that. No way was I going there.

  “I love the way you taste, you’re so sweet.”

  I felt myself sucking on his tongue, deepening our kiss. I’d never tasted myself before. “Taste yourself,” he whispered.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, and my eyes flashed open. I did not just moan at the taste of myself. His dick twitched again, and I moaned even louder. I had to stop this. I had to get his mind off of his dick inside me. I nibbled on his lip. “Let me taste you. I want the taste of you in my mouth.” I wasn’t one to talk dirty very often, so I was surprised how natural it came. And I’d never given a blowjob before, but I wanted to taste him. His thrusts into me were getting stronger and firmer. I wasn’t sure he even heard what I’d said.

  “You feel so damn good,” he groaned, pounding into me.

  God, I had to stop him. I couldn’t let him finish inside me. I put my hands on his hips to halt his motion then slid my hand between my legs. I really couldn’t believe I was going to do this, but I needed him to stop. “You said you wanted to watch me.” I scooted back, forcing him out of me. I wanted to cry. I wanted him inside me.

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  I put my hand on the back of his neck to direct his eyes to me. “You’re going to watch me get myself off.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. His eyes sparked. I’d surprised him, and I could tell he was excited by the idea. “You can join me if you want.” This was going to work. Now, I just needed to enjoy it and not chicken out. I slid my hand down between my legs again as Drew gripped his dick.

  *

  I glanced through the front window of the drugstore to make sure that Drew hadn’t followed me in, then hurried to the feminine aisle. Please have it, please have it! I couldn’t figure out what to do about my pills, and I wasn’t sure I should double up on the chance I was pregnant, worried that would hurt the baby. So, I thought my only option was to get a backup method of birth control that Drew wouldn’t have to know about. I made up some excuse about needing dental floss to get Drew to stop on the way to Charlotte. God, I was horrible at lying. Dental floss?

  I searched the aisle, hoping they had it, and almost immediately found what I was looking for. I’d never actually used the birth control sponge before, but I’d have to figure it out fast. The box said it was good for twenty-four hours, which was good. I wouldn’t have to worry about stopping and inserting it right before. I just hoped he wouldn’t be able to feel it. I’d started back down the aisle when an array of pregnancy tests stopped my progress. I stared at the rows and rows, trying to decide if I should get one. I reached for the one in a pink box and flipped it over, reading the instructions. I’d never had a pregnancy scare before. This one said you could take it as soon as you miss your period, but I wasn’t sure I’d missed my period. I put it back and picked up the test in the blue box. Blue felt lucky.

  “Piper?”

  I jumped and turned around, dropping the box at his feet. “Oh, Davis, you scared me.”

  He bent down and handed me back the box, his eyes the size of golf balls. “Um, are you all right?”

  “What? Why?” I asked, sneaking a look out the window, hoping Drew was still in his truck. I didn’t need him coming in and seeing what I was buying or who I’d bumped into. Either way, he’d be unhappy.

  Davis caressed my arm. “Piper, are you pregnant?”

  I turned my eyes back to him. “SHH!”

  He stepped closer to me, shielding the box in my hand from any prying eyes. “You are not alone with this. I’ll be there.”

  My eyes welled up. If Drew hadn’t been waiting for me, I would’ve spilled my guts right there in the feminine hygiene aisle. “I can’t talk now.”

  “Tell me what you need. I want to help. I’m here.” He glanced out the window then turned back to me, placing a gentle hand on my belly. “A baby, wow?”

  “Davis, I’m not sure if there is a baby.”

  “But if. . . .”

  “Not now, ok? We can talk about this later.” I started towards the checkout.

  “Piper?” Davis called out, causing me to turn around. “You can count on me. You know that, right?” I gave him a small smile, nodding my head, then headed to the front of the store.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  DREW

  I hung up my cell phone, smiling. I’d managed to get a room at the nicest hotel in Charlotte, quite a surprise given it was the day after Christmas. I wanted to show Piper that we could make this work without me ever having to step foot in McAdenville again. And it seemed for the time being, Piper had moved past the things Ellie said, choosing to focus on what we were building.

  I peeked through my windshield, watching her check out. She was so sweet and innocent looking. I was glad I was the only one who knew the other side of her, the side that I saw this morning. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. Every guy dreams of watching his girlfriend touch herself. Don’t ask me why, but he does. It’s part of the reason we look at porn, but I didn’t know a single guy who’d ever successfully gotten his girlfriend to masturbate in front of him. It’s like women are embarrassed they do it or something.

  But watching Piper this morning was over-the-top sexy. She knew her body so well that I was sure this wasn’t her first time. And I paid close attention, making mental notes. I had no problem making her orgasm, but she knew her body better than I did, so I figured I could learn a thing or two.

  The door to my truck opened, and Piper slipped a sack into her bag by her feet. She looked up into my eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” I gave her a little wink as my grin grew wider. “Stop it, I know what you’re thinking about.”

  I pulled her over beside me. I took her hand, showing her how hard I was just from the hour-old memory. “Look what you do to me. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I swear her whole body blushed.

  “Drew,” she said then picked up my old ball cap and put it on like she was trying to hide.

  I chuckled at her. She looked so damn adorable in my cap, and it was endearing that she was embarrassed. “I guess every good girl has a bad girl buried inside.”

  “It just took the right guy to bring it out,” she whispered, her blue eyes peeking up at me from under the ball cap. “It’s you.”

  Fuck me silly, that might be the sexiest thing she could have ever said to me—knowing it was me bringing these things out in her, knowing I’d unleashed something in her, knowing she’d never experienced this kind of passion with anyone else. The truth was, she was bringing those things out in me, too. I wasn’t a boy scout or anything, but never had sex been like this before. Never had I been with a woman that I craved like I did Piper. I pulled her tighter into my body. “I like that my girlfriend is only ‘bad’ for me.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  “Of course,” I said. “Would you rather I call you something else?”

  She raised her eyebrows at me. “Like?”

  “Eye candy, arm candy, lover, trophy. . . .”

  She laughed the sweetest giggle. “Girlfriend works for me. But I think I’ll call you my boy toy.”

  “Use me, sweetheart. I won’t complain.”

  She ran her fingers through my hair gently. “Boyfriend,” she whispered with a little smirk on her face. “I’ve been hoping you’d ask me to be your girlfriend since I was twelve.”

  “It only took me twelve years.” I took the baseball cap off her head and lowered my forehead to hers, running my fingers through her blonde hair. “I hope you don’t want to see too much of Charlotte because I don’t want to leave the room.”

  “I don’t either,” she whispered.

  *

  I swear, Piper had been in the bathroom for half an hour. I laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The hotel room was pretty standard—a bed, nightstand, desk, and flat screen TV. There wasn’t even a view of anything particularly nice. Next time, I’d have to spring for
a suite or at least a room with a view, but this was all they had on short notice.

  I sat up and kicked off my shoes, wondering what in the hell could be taking her so long. She’d disappeared into the bathroom as soon as we checked in. “Piper? Everything alright?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  She said that fifteen minutes ago. I laid back down on the bed and put my watch on the nightstand. I debated getting undressed but didn’t want to seem like I was in a hurry—even though I was. I needed to feel her smooth, honey skin next to mine. I needed to hear her moan softly and tremble in my arms. I was hard just thinking about her. I heard the bathroom door open and turned, seeing Piper standing in the doorway totally nude, her blonde hair falling over her breasts. This view was definitely worth the wait. I got to my feet and swooped her into my arms as she laughed. “I’ve got plans for you.”

  “Do they involve multiple screaming orgasms?” she asked as I laid her down on the bed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as she giggled. Never thought a woman laughing in bed would be a good thing, but it was—a naked, giggling Piper in bed was sexy as hell. “I’d be disappointed if they didn’t.” Her nipples peaked; her legs tightened in anticipation. She reached for the hem of my shirt, and I stopped her hand. “I’ve got something special in mind. Something I know you’ll like.” I could see the heat in her eyes, the intrigue. I sat up on my heels, reached into my pocket, and pulled out a long strand of white pearls.

  Her mouth formed a little O shape. She liked this idea, bringing her fantasy to life. And I wanted to be the one who helped her with every last one. “Tell me those aren’t your grandmother’s?” Piper asked.

  I smirked at her, took her hands, and wound the pearls around her wrists. “Better not break these.” I placed the loop over the bedpost.

  She looked up at her bound hands and wiggled slightly. “Drew?” she whispered, her voice quivering.

  I kissed her lips gently, catching her eyes. I knew without a doubt she’d never been tied up before—her artwork, a total fantasy. I tore off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I looked down at her on the bed, bound by the pearls—the way she looked was fucking blowing my mind. My dick was pulsing so hard, wanting to screw the hell out of her. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time, filled with trust. I lowered myself onto her naked body and softly kissed her mouth, my tongue slipping inside and gently stroking hers. I heard the pearls clang as her arms tightened. It was killing her, not to be able to touch me. “Next time, I’ll have to tie your ankles, too.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Next time, I’ll tie you up.”

  “I’ll let you.”

  “What about ladies first?” she teased me.

  “You’ll still come first.” I lightly touched her hair. “You’ll be first, always.” I heard the pearls hit the ground as her whole body wrapped around mine in a hug.

  “Oh, God!” She pulled back. “I broke your grandmother’s pearls.”

  “They were fake.”

  She swatted my shoulder. “Fake?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.” She started laughing, but I saw a few tears in her eyes. I hoped that meant she was falling as hard for me as I was falling for her. I slipped myself inside her, and she groaned, but it didn’t sound like her usual sound, so I slid back out.

  Her eyes flew to mine. “What’s wrong?”

  “Something’s different.”

  Her head shook quickly back and forth. “No, everything’s the same.” She pulled my hips back towards her.

  “Piper? What’s going on?” I leaned up on my elbows, watching her eyes flicker down.

  “I’m sorry if I don’t feel the same. I. . . .”

  “You feel the same. You always feel incredible.”

  “Then why’d you stop?”

  “Your moan sounded different.”

  She smiled and giggled. “My moan sounded different?”

  “Yeah, I know your sounds, and something was different.” Her smile widened, and she slid my dick back inside her, moaning. “See, it’s different. Usually it’s breathier.”

  She rocked her hips against mine. “I haven’t had sex in a long time and never this much. I’m a little sore.”

  “Then I’ll take it easy on you,” I said.

  “Don’t you dare,” she said and clenched my dick hard.

  *

  I carried Piper into the bathroom, her arms around my neck. She told me not to go easy on her, and I hadn’t. “Shower or bath?” I asked her.

  “Shower.”

  “Can you stand?” I asked, feeling a little too proud of myself.

  “No, but I need to wash my hair.”

  I reached in to turn on the shower water and stepped inside, still cradling her in my arms. I could hold her all day. She lowered her legs but leaned her body into my chest for support. She wasn’t kidding—her legs were like Jell-O. “I’ll wash you.”

  I poured some shampoo in my hands and started to gently rub her blonde hair, her head leaning back on my shoulder making it hard for me to reach. “That feels nice,” she breathed out.

  I used my soapy hands to massage her neck and shoulders, watching her eyes close as the shower water ran down the curves of her body. Damn, I felt my dick coming to attention again and knew I was poking her in the backside. I slid my hands to her boobs, giving her nipples a little tweak, and her ass pushed into me, her body coming alive under my touch. My hands rubbed her flat stomach then down to her inner thighs.

  “Mmm,” she moaned sweetly.

  I ran my hands between her legs, feeling her warmth. “I’m going to clean every inch of you.” I took my time, gently outlining her folds and applying gentle pressure to her clit. “You said you hadn’t had sex in a long time, but you’re totally bare.”

  “I just like it that way.”

  I slipped a finger inside her. “Me, too. Exactly how long has it been?”

  “I’m not telling.”

  I moved my finger slowly in and out of her. “I want to know.”

  “This isn’t fair,” she said, thrusting with my finger.

  “This is my version of a truth serum.” I pressed my palm on her clit, causing her to arch back. “How long?”

  “About two years,” she said, moving faster, but I kept my pace steady. I wasn’t done getting information.

  “You said you’d never had this much sex. What did that mean?” I increased my pressure, enticing her to answer.

  “Never so many times in a day,” she panted.

  “You said you’d only ever had one orgasm in a day.” I flicked her sweet spot.

  “Oh, God, that’s right.”

  I tried not to chuckle at her. “So, you haven’t been like this with anyone else?” I moved my finger harder.

  “No,” she screamed. “Only you.”

  “How many other men have you orgasmed with?”

  “No,” she whispered. I removed my finger, and she shoved my hand back.

  This time I chuckled. “How many? Tell me how many, and I’ll finish you.” She shook her head, clearly not wanting to tell me. I slid another finger inside, filling her up more. “Tell me.”

  “None.”

  I know my fingers stopped moving for a second, but then I continued to stroke her as my mind tried to process the information. Now I was confused. As she exploded around my fingers, I lowered us to the floor of the shower, and she nestled into my chest. “You haven’t orgasmed with another man?”

  “That’s true.” She looked up into my eyes. “I’ve only had sex with one other man. A boyfriend from a few years ago, back in college. He was my first and only, until you. But he. . . .”

  “He never gave you an orgasm?”

  “Drew, do we really have to get into this?”

  “Yeah, I want to know.”

  “Fine,” she muttered as she pushed away from me, pulling her knees to her chest in an attempt to hide from me. “I loved him. He loved me. We had a wonderful relatio
nship. The same hobbies, likes, dislikes. He made me laugh and held me when I cried. He was very successful, smart, athletic.”

  “Please, tell me he was ugly.”

  “No, he was actually really, really hot.”

  “I don’t want to hear anymore!” I snapped at her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I asked for this torture. I started this game, but I didn’t want to play anymore.

  “Don’t take that tone with me,” Piper said, standing up. “Don’t you ever yell at me.”

  I stood up, taking her by the waist. I really didn’t think I yelled but didn’t want to play semantics with her. “I’m sorry.” I pulled her a little closer. “So, if he was so perfect, what happened?”

  She looked down at her feet. “He was lousy in bed.”

  I knew I was smiling as her eyes turned up to me, so I bit my tongue. “For a long time, I thought it was my fault. I was a virgin. He wasn’t—and he was older with more experience. We had this great chemistry outside the bedroom, but then it just all fell apart once we got naked.”

  “How?”

  She peered up at me. “Let’s just say he didn’t believe in ‘ladies first,’ and leave it at that.”

  I was getting the picture. The dickwad had no stamina. “What about oral sex?” Her hands went to her hips. I know she was pissed off with my questions, but her tits were on full display. It was kind of hard for me to take her anger seriously.

  “Really, Drew? Do you want a blow-by-blow?”

  “He never went down on you?” I asked, but I didn’t have to wait for her to respond. I already knew. Her ex was one selfish bastard—all about sticking his dick into her, getting off, then leaving her unsatisfied.

  A tear rolled down her cheek. “He wouldn’t. He was very vanilla—missionary only. It never lasted very long.”

  “Oh, Piper.” I pulled her to me. “You know that wasn’t about you, right?”

  “Like I said, I thought there was something wrong with me for a long time, but then one night when I was alone,” she paused for a minute, “I touched myself. I’d never done that before, but I wondered what was wrong with me. Why I couldn’t finish with this man that I loved so much?”