“Yes, I do.” Piper gives me a shy smile as I sit on the bed and she unzips her dress. I watch her with hooded eyes while she slowly lets the material fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but heels and powder blue, lace panties with a small, bright orange bow in the front and matching bra. Her fingers go to the hook in the front, trembling slightly.
“You want me to do that for you, kitten?”
“No, I want to do it for you.” She unhooks her bra and her breasts bounce free of the material. Her pink nipples harden to tight points as she shimmies out of her panties.
“Come here, baby.”
As she straddles my lap, her dark blue heels land on the floor with a thud. Her lips tremble, but not because she’s about to cry. She’s nervous. “I—I feel dumb for asking, but, uh…I feel like I should.”
“You can ask me anything,” I promise.
A shaky breath leaves her. “Are we dating…exclusively? I’m not very experienced with this sort of thing and it feels silly to refer to you as my boyfriend.”
I know it cost her to ask. Piper is the most softhearted person I know, and the fact that she wants to give me hers, that she wants to give me every part of her, is both humbling and an aphrodisiac.
Tenderly, I brush back a lock of hair and sit on the edge of the bed with her in my lap. “We are exclusive.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “You are mine.” I kiss her cheek. “I’m yours. We’re lovers.” I kiss her mouth and she gasps a little. “This hot body belongs to me and only me.” I cup her breasts, rubbing my thumbs against them and eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. “These are mine.” Sliding a hand down the side of her sexy body, I curve my hand around her ass. “Mine.”
Piper takes my hand from her ass and puts it between her legs, to where she’s hot and—fuck me good—wet. “Yours?”
“Absolutely.” I cover her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue inside in a show of possessiveness. There will be no future doubt for her about us.
Slowly, to give her time to change her mind, I pull my shirt up and over my head, then unbutton my jeans and shove them down. I keep my boxer briefs on, though.
Her eyes zero in on my chest. I run my hand down the center of it and become more than a little aroused at how her gaze follows.
She licks her lips. “I want to touch you.”
Taking that as a sign that she hasn’t changed her mind, I say, “You can do whatever you want. This body belongs to you. Put your hands on me, your sexy as fuck mouth…nothing’s off-limits.” Taking the rapidly spreading blush that pinkens her skin into consideration, she wholeheartedly approves of my answer. Dipping my head, I press my mouth to her neck and lick her there. A groan rumbles from my chest before I can stop it. “You are so fucking sweet.”
The first tentative brush of her fingers on my skin makes my body jerk, but I force myself to stay completely still while she explores. It’s been two weeks since we touched each other like this, but it feels more like two years.
“You’re so hard. So many muscles and tattoos.” She leans up slightly and kisses the center of my chest. “So many places to explore.”
“Explore away.”
She takes me at my word and pushes me down onto the bed, then sits up on me. Her breasts lightly bounce and I can’t help but cup them again…can’t stop myself from licking each pink nipple. She gasps, her head falling back while her dark hair caresses the tops of my thighs.
I want to go slowly with her, but the feel of her hands on my body combined with the rocking of her hips is driving me to the point of no return.
Unable to take it anymore, I flip her onto her back and get rid of my boxer briefs. My cock is hard, precum leaks from the head, and she leans up to taste me there. With a groan, I push her back down.
“First things first,” I reach for the drawer beside the bed and get out her inhaler. “Open for me.”
Her lips part and I slowly push the inhaler inside and squeeze the trigger. Her eyes close as the meds do their work and I count. My fingers wander down her stomach to her mound, slipping inside her pussy as I say ten. She’s slick, so slick that I can add another finger without much difficulty.
She takes the inhaler from me and tosses it across the room, then grabs the condom that was on the nightstand and hands it to me. I rip it open and slide it down over the length of me. Yeah, we’re clean and she’s on the pill, but I want to do everything by the book this time. Next time…we’ll do it raw.
“Now what?” she asks, her voice lovely and breathless.
In answer, I lean down and take her mouth, shoving my fingers inside her pussy and scissoring them over and over. I want her wet, I want her willing, and I want her to enjoy every minute of it, but the fact that she’s a virgin scares me a little.
Her hips move restlessly beneath me and her nipples become harder than ever as an orgasm rushes over her. Gently, I slip my fingers out of her and widen her thighs, positioning myself between them.
“Jase,” she whispers, clutching at my shoulders. Her knees go up, her hips now a cradle for me.
Gritting my teeth, I push the head of my cock inside of her. The fit is tight, tighter than I’ve ever had before, and I let out a groan at the feel. Of their own accord, my hips shoot forward, sending me deep, and Piper cries out.
“You okay?”
She nods. “You’re in me now.”
“No turning back.” I don’t mean physically. If she asked me to stop, I would and yeah, it would suck, but she means more to me than sex. And I fucking love sex.
“You can move.” She runs her hands up and down my back, then settles them on my ass. “Please move, Jase.”
I rock into her and then pull back a little. She digs her nails into my skin. Cupping her hips, I fit her firmly against me, so that every movement directly hits her clitoris. I move faster and faster, her cries spurring me on.
The deeper I go, the louder she moans.
Her body stiffens under me, her inner walls milking my dick as she creams all over it. I can’t hold back; the feeling of her is too much.
With one last shove, I throw my head back and let my orgasm roll over me. It pours into her, and I can’t stop moving. The cords of my neck are strained and her nails rake down my back.
“You’re mine.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Mine.”
She gazes up at me with so much trust in her eyes that my heart cracks open. “I’m yours.”
In that instant, I’m lost.
Chapter 13
Piper
When I wake up the next morning, I’m alone in Jase’s bed. Sunlight streams through the beveled glass windows and I automatically check the time. It’s eight a.m., later than I’ve ever slept in.
I guess making love with Jase exhausted me.
A smile pushes my mouth up at the corner as I stretch a little. My body, especially between my legs, is sore, but it’s a good sore.
The bookshelf in Jase’s room swings outward and he steps out, dressed for the day in dark jeans and a fitted T-shirt that shows off how broad his shoulders are. His dark blond hair is wet. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him being mine.
A man who has the face of an angel and kisses like the devil is my man, and not just any man. Jase. The guy I’ve loved since I was fourteen.
“Hi.”
“Morning, beautiful,” he says in a deep voice as he crosses the room to kiss me sweetly on the lips. “Didn’t want to wake you, so I shut the door between the rooms.”
I blush a little. It’s hard to meet his eyes this morning. Strange, considering I had absolutely no trouble last night. “I can’t believe I slept so late. I have to be at work at nine.”
He touches my chin, gently tipping up my face. “Shy this morning?”
“A little,” I admit, wincing slightly.
His wicked blue eyes search my face. “You have to know that I fucking treasure what we did last night. You gave me something that’s priceless—your trust.”
“Why wouldn’t I trust you?�
� I ask, genuinely perplexed. “I’ve trusted you since I was fourteen.”
“People change, kitten.” He kisses me again, then lets me go. “Why don’t we stay in this morning and afternoon—play hooky from the world?”
“Sundays are made for sleeping in, but I’m not that tired.” Actually, I’m exhausted.
“Bullshit,” he says with a sexy grin. “I kept you up all night and you were a virgin. You need to heal from that.”
“I’m sore, not dying,” I grumble.
He throws his head back and laughs. “Your body, baby. Up to you. I only wanted to be considerate.”
“Last night you were very considerate of me,” I say, and he stops laughing.
“I wanted your first time to be perfect,” he says in all seriousness.
Images of last night fill my head. His mouth on mine. His hands caressing. The feel of him inside of me…the way he held me afterward. How tender he was.
“It was perfect,” I say softly.
“Wish like hell I could stay here with you, but I have a business to run.” He rubs the back of his neck. “At least we have tonight.”
“Can you be home before too late in the evening?” I bat my lashes at him.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He groans. “Actually, I can’t. I’m doing interviews with Emmett. How about if I promise to be here before eight? We’ll move out dinner with Rowan and Seth to tomorrow night.”
“Sounds good to me.” I coast my hand over his chest, reveling in the feel of him. “I bet I won’t be so sore anymore, either, and I’ll do my breathing treatment before you get here, so I can jump you as soon as you walk inside.” I’m talking majorly big talk, but he seems to like it.
“I’m going to do you so good tonight, Piper,” he promises. “So fucking good.”
He moves to the door, and I start to push back the covers. “Have a good day.”
“Have pity on me, baby. Keep that beautiful body covered until I leave.”
I giggle, then pull the covers up to my nose. “This better?”
“Brat,” he says.
Pouting a little, I lower the covers and stick out my bottom lip. “Can’t you stay with me just a little bit longer?”
He lingers in the doorway, then shakes his head. “Fuck it. I got time.”
“What?” He actually fell for my minuscule powers of seduction?
He reaches the bed in three long strides and rips the sheet away before hooking his arms around my thighs and pulling me to the edge of his bed. Before I can say another word, he buries his head between my legs and licks me.
I cry out and fist the bedsheets, moaning his name over and over while he brings me to a fast and hard orgasm. My body twists up and I almost buck him off me, so intense is the pleasure.
When he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and says, “From now on, that’s how I’m waking you up in the morning.”
It’s all I can do to mumble, “I approve of that message.”
—
As soon as I hear Jase’s motorcycle pulling into the drive that night, I yank off my robe and run a hand through my hair, fluffing the loose curls. Then I reapply cherry lip gloss.
The door opens and closes with a bang. His footsteps pound on the stairs.
Heart racing, I move to the chair in his bedroom and lean against it, trying to show my breasts off. All I’m wearing is a smile and a pair of hooker heels, as Rowan calls them. They’re black with huge cuffs around the ankle. The cuffs are covered with rhinestones that make them sparkle.
Jase’s door flies open and he walks in, his chest heaving like he ran the entire way from work.
His eyes widen in appreciation and he begins to take off his clothes as he crosses the room. “Breathing treatments done for the night?” He stands before me, nude and erect. I can’t take my eyes off of him.
Wordlessly, I nod.
“Good.” He slams his mouth against me, his tongue sliding into mine. He licks at me, his hands running up and down my back until they settle on my hips. He pulls me to him, rubbing his erection against me. I shudder in response.
Dropping to his knees and cupping my bottom, he all but shoves his face between my thighs. His silky hair brushes my inner thighs.
I gasp as he slides one long finger inside of me, then another.
His tongue presses against my clit, and I watch as he pleasures me. Letting go of my bottom, he takes one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, giving him better access to my sex.
“I thought about you all day. About eating your pussy. About making you come and listening to those sweet whimpers.” He runs his nose along my inner thigh. “Want every bit of that honey all over my face.” His hot breath puffs against my sensitive skin. “Right now.”
I grab the chair, holding on for dear life as he licks me. As he sucks on my clit and makes me cry out. Moving my hips, I try to find a rhythm to match his, but all he does is grab me tighter and order me to stay still.
He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I swallow a moan. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.” Pulling his fingers out of me, he licks downward and thrusts his tongue inside of me. His hands spread my cheeks apart and I feel one of his fingers press against me, then the tip eases in. My vision sparks.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.”
Standing suddenly, he drags me to the front of the chair and sits. My entire body throbs and all I want to do is come. “Get on your knees in front of me.”
“What?” I stare at him, bewildered and…turned on.
He grabs my wrists and pulls. I kneel in front of him. “Take my cock in your mouth, no hands.”
Parting my lips, I take the wide head inside.
His fingers fist in my hair and he doesn’t waste any time as he begins to move. His cock goes deeper and my eyes water. Pulling back a little, I use my tongue on him and run it up and down the length.
“That’s right.” He spreads his legs wider and I can’t help but stare at him while I take him in my mouth again. He’s like a king on his throne, broad chested, muscular, and enough ink to reaffirm that he is in fact a very bad boy. His fallen angel face is serious, tight, his lips drawn back and baring his teeth. I’m not sure if he’s holding back on me or wants to prolong what I’m doing to him.
As I suck him, my body grows hotter, needier…more desperate for him, for an orgasm he didn’t give me. I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure.
He leans over me and smacks my bottom. The movement forces his penis deeper and I almost gag. “Don’t you dare come.”
I shake my head, peering up at him. He studies me for a minute. “Tonight, you’re in charge.”
His erection pops out of my mouth. “What do you mean?” How can I be the one in charge when he’s the one giving all the orders?
“You’re going to fuck me in this chair. Woman on top position.”
Intrigued by the possibility, I start to fiddle with the buckles of my shoe.
“Those stay on.”
“Okay.” Carefully, so I don’t stab him with my shoes, I lower myself onto him, his cock hot against me. I take it in my hands, stroking him while I rub him against my clit.
“Damn, Piper.” His head falls back. “Can’t take much more.”
He can’t take much more? I’m a ball of nerves on the edge. “I’m ready when you are.”
His eyes open, the blue of his eyes standing out against his flushed cheeks. He takes his cock away from me and positions it at my entrance, then grabs my hips and pulls me down.
When he finally enters me, it’s in slow degrees that make me gasp his name. I’m sore…deliciously so and greedy for him.
Settling my hands on his broad shoulders, I begin to move my hips. His hands grab my butt, pushing me forward as he thrusts.
“Piper…you are so wet,” he groans. He buries his face between my breasts, then leans back to take a nipple into his hot mouth and suck so hard that it sends a jolt of lust straight to my cli
toris.
The fabric of the chair abrades the skin on my legs as I move faster and faster.
“Ride me, baby. Ride me so hard. This cock is yours. Fuck it.” His fingers dig into my skin. “Show me how much you want me.”
I swear I grow wetter at his words. “I do want you. I’ve wanted you forever.” He slides all the way inside of me and I cry out at the feeling.
“Balls deep in your pussy,” he growls before scraping his teeth over my throat. “Make me come, Piper. Milk me and make me come.”
My sex clenches.
“Like that…do that again.”
Desperate to please him, I try to do as he asks, but I’m not sure if I’m doing anything right. Last night, he was in charge. He positioned my body, held me tight, and—“I don’t know what to do,” I cry.
I’m so frustrated that I stop moving.
Tenderness gleams in his eyes as he frames my face in his hands. “I forget you’re new at this. Let me help you.”
He thrusts his hips up and then pulls back a little, only to move inside of me once more. Pleasure rocks me, my nerves coming alive again, and I moan.
“Better?” he asks in a whisper.
I nod. “Much.”
He slides his hands down my throat, over my breasts, and then down the sides of my waist. “You are so soft, so pretty…I love touching you.”
In the blink of an eye, he turns into the lover I had last night. He whispers words of encouragement, helps me move, and runs his hands over my entire body until I’m shaking with desire.
With every slide of my body against his, I get closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find my swollen clit and rub it hard.
“Come, baby. Come all over my cock,” he whispers in my ear before he bites down on the lobe.
My body shatters. I scream his name. He shoves deeply, so deeply that I can feel each hot spurt inside of me as he comes. He doesn’t stop moving, keeps thrusting and rocking my hips. I swear he starts to get hard again, but then he kisses me softly.
“Missed you today.”
“Hard day at work?” I ask.
“Emmett and I argued a lot today, over stupid stuff.” My heart begins to race. I need to tell Jase about the conversation I had with Emmett. “Constantly questioning my method and shit. I’m not sure if I’m cut out to be someone’s business partner.”
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