So I rest the back of my head on the headboard, and Piper’s hand grips my hard cock. I tense as she pumps me gently, her tongue running over my tip and licking the pre-cum away.
She moans as she pushes up on her elbows and centers her petite body between my legs, and I breathe deeply, wanting so badly to pretend I’m not enjoying this…but we both know I am.
Her tongue is so soft, running from the tip and back down to my balls. When her full lips envelop my cock, I can’t fight the groan that fills my throat. She swallows me whole while massaging my balls gently with her hands.
She’s good, so good, way better than I thought she’d be. She said she hadn’t dated a man since college—that was years ago. So why does it feel like she sucks cock on a daily basis? I don’t feel any teeth. Just her smooth, velvety tongue and those full, puckered lips.
“How often do you do this?” I ask, nearly breathless.
She pauses, stroking me slowly. “Do what?”
“Have sex with people you don’t really know.”
She pitches a nonchalant shrug. “Once or twice every two weeks—but it’s not with someone I don’t know. I know him well, and he’s the biggest asshole of all time. Great sex. Terrible person. Nothing serious will ever come out of him.”
I narrow my eyes and she notices. “Oh.”
“What?”
“You never told me that.”
“I didn’t think it was relevant.”
“It isn’t.” Which isn’t to say I’m not bothered. I kind of am.
For a moment, I felt…special. Like her first time again. Wrong.
Fuck! Get out of your feelings, Matthew. This is a client. Let her finish you off and then go to sleep. Get back in the game.
“Well, good.” She builds up a stroke, and her mouth comes around me again, warm and wet. She sucks me until I feel like I’m about to explode. But I can’t.
It’s not enough.
This will only happen once.
I need to know what she feels like, how tight her pussy can get around my cock.
“Hold on. I don’t want to come yet,” I murmur, pushing her up gently and climbing off the bed. I grab my suitcase, taking out one of the condoms from the side pocket.
She hears the foil rip and asks, “You brought condoms? You were expecting this to happen?”
“I actually wasn’t. I always keep condoms with me. Doesn’t matter where I go.”
“It is the 21st century, you know? I’m on birth control. And why? Were you expecting to get laid by someone else?”
I laugh. “It could happen while I’m running an errand, walking in the snow. You never know.” I flash a quick smile that she sees clearly through the dim lighting.
She scoffs as I roll the condom on, but I don’t leave her enough time to ask any more questions. I’m back on the bed, kneeling between her legs, and crushing her lips, preventing her next set of words from coming out.
She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she breathes out.
“Me neither.”
My cock slides between her smooth thighs, the thick mushroom tip poking at her entrance. I stretch her a bit and she lets out a sharp gasp.
“So big,” she whimpers.
“Yeah?” I inch in some more. “What else do you feel?”
“You’re thick too…”
“You think so?” I inch in some more, halfway inside her now.
Her eyes slide up to mine. “Please,” she begs. “Stop teasing. Let’s just fuck already.”
Damn. Those words are dangerous, but sound so good coming from her mouth. I finish my stroke, sliding in deep, causing a sharper gasp to shoot out of her. Laying her back and pinning her hands above her head, I pull my hips back and thrust deep again, my face dropping to the crook of her neck.
She moans beneath me, but tries to keep it down. If only I could make her scream right now. I need to know how loud she can get, how wild she can be. I’m tempted to wake the whole damn house up just to find out.
But I don’t. I can’t.
“All this time I thought you were a sweet, innocent girl,” I breathe into her ear, her sweet cunt soaking my dick.
“I can be,” she sighs.
I push up, still keeping her pinned to the mattress. My cock doesn’t stop and she damn sure doesn’t stop milking every inch of it. Damn, she feels so good. Tighter than I expected. So damn wet, dripping on my thighs.
“We shouldn’t even be doing this,” I groan.
“So stop,” she challenges.
“Can’t.” I grunt, pulling out, grabbing her by the waist, and flipping her onto to her belly. She yelps, only loud enough to be heard within these walls, and I grip her hips, positioning her peach-shaped ass in the air, and sliding right into her soaking wet pussy from behind.
“You’re so wet for me, Piper. I can feel you dripping down my leg.”
A light slapping noise fills the room as I slam into her. My fingers travel up to her hair, and I grip a handful of it in my hand. She whimpers as I tug back and thrust harder, her legs quaking, like she’s on the verge of erupting.
“You have been a bad girl, Piper,” I groan in her ear, filling her up with every inch. I hold her hair tighter, my cock throbbing now, on the verge of coming. “Don’t be surprised if Santa doesn’t even deliver coal for you this Christmas.”
“That,” she breathes between small moans, “is the corniest thing I have ever heard while having sex.” She’s fighting a laugh along with another whimper.
She’s close. I can tell. I feel her walls pulsing around my dick, gripping me so fucking tight, making me want to cum right on the spot.
But I don’t. I need her to cum first.
I release her hair and lean forward, my arms outside of hers, my hips still working up full, deep thrusts. “That’s right. Come for me, Piper. I want you to come so hard on my cock that you have no choice but to collapse when I’m done with you.”
“Oh, God,” she groans, her head falling back.
I grip her ass in my hands, leaning back and watching as my cock slides in and out. My cock is drenched, her juices running down my thighs, her sweet scent making me want to flip her over for a taste.
I bring a finger around front and circle her clit. She bucks and moans. Oh, yeah. That’s it, right there. That’s her trigger spot.
She shudders and throws her ass back, stilling on my cock until she gently cries out. Her legs are trembling like she’s a one-woman earthquake, the upper half of her body crumbling and dropping down on the bed.
Her ass is still up in the air, still moving, still trying to savor every inch of me.
The sight of her like this—unraveling, open, and so damn greedy—is so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself.
I drive my cock harder, deeper, my head falling back and my eyes squeezing shut. I grip her hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised by morning.
“Fuck, Piper,” I groan, stilling. My body locks up, and I come in her sweet little cunt. I cum so hard I shudder from the aftermath, folding over her body.
Our breathing is heavy, mixing with one another’s, as I move aside and face her.
“Damn,” she pants, grinning. “Gotta say, you being an escort, I didn’t think the sex would be all it’s cut out to be but…wow.”
“Wow in a good way?” I inquire, lifting a brow.
“A very good way,” she giggles. She pushes up on one elbow. “I…um…I hope this doesn’t change the trip. I still want things to be the same.”
I sit up with her. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
“I don’t know—maybe because we were never supposed to have sex together? It’s never okay for a professional to have sex with his clients.”
“That’s true, but for you I will make an exception. I’m not sure if we should let it happen again though, Piper. Once this is done, it’s done. I can’t come back. My number will be changed and I won’t respond to
any emails. Nothing against you, it’s just my job and how I keep my reputation.”
“I understand.” Her lips twist. “Have you ever slept with a client before?” she asks, almost hesitantly.
“Never.”
She smiles at my response. “Seriously? Never?”
“I’ve had opportunities to—golden ones, but I never saw the point of it…until now.”
“What are you trying to say? That I’m special?”
“You…are very different from my usual clients.”
She beams. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Climbing off the bed, Piper makes her way to the bathroom. “I’m going to clean myself up a bit.”
“Okay.”
The room is quiet for a moment as she steps into the bathroom and turns on the light. The door squeaks on the hinges but before it can shut, she speaks up.
“Matthew?”
“Yes?”
“I won’t be weird about this. I know it shouldn’t happen again, and that’s okay. I was just really curious…and really fucking horny.”
I chuckle quietly.
Yeah. So was I. Turns out I shouldn’t have underestimated her. That was the greatest lay I’ve had in a long time. I don’t remember feeling this fucking good afterwards. My cock twitches just thinking about it.
“I know you won’t.” It’s a lie. The truth is I don’t know how she will act now. Will she soften up? Will she try and sit closer to me during breakfast? Fondle me under the dinner table because she now knows she can get me as hard as a fucking rock?
Will she make another move like the one she just made tonight?
I’m afraid to know the answer to that last question. I’m afraid because if she does, I won’t deny her. I know I won’t. I’ll say it, but my actions will scream the complete opposite.
I don’t like to get too close to anyone. I refuse to. My heart is out of the question. It no longer beats for affection. It beats for attention, while my cock craves one constant thing: pussy.
I’m not perfect. I never will be. And when she realizes that, maybe it will be even easier for her to walk away and be glad I’m in the past.
Chapter 7
Piper
It was just sex.
It was just sex.
It was just sex.
I’ve had this mantra on repeat in my head ever since we finished.
Now it’s two in the morning, my eyes are wide open, and Matthew’s are glued shut. He’s breathing evenly, stirring a bit in his sleep.
I should get some rest, with the events taking place in a few hours, but I can’t sleep right now. How can I?
I did the unspeakable. I slept with the escort. I slept with a man I am only supposed to be playing pretend with. His hands weren’t supposed to grope and grip my body. He wasn’t supposed to make me feel like some Christmas angel, so high in the clouds I still haven’t come down.
I look over at Matthew, watching his chest rise. His face is so relaxed, the white sheets sitting low on his hips. I can still make out his dick print. He’s somewhat hard again, and I have the urge to grip him in hand.
He’s just as big as I imagined. And his strokes were so deep, so fulfilling, and so good.
I stare longer than I should. Really, how am I supposed to resist. Without giving it much thought, my hand slides over and I drag it over his balls gently, slowly moving up to his cock. My finger circles the head of his cock and I shut my eyes, remembering how amazing he felt inside me.
I wonder what he tastes like, too.
I can’t.
I can’t do it. I can’t stop myself.
I slide the sheet down, exposing his beautiful cock. Even soft, it’s delectable. I slide closer and lower down, wrapping my lips around the head of it, suckling just enough to make him groan in his sleep. It’s a thick, deep, throaty groan that makes my pussy clench.
I push on my elbow, taking more of him into my mouth. As I suck, he gets harder and his breathing becomes unsteady.
“Shit,” he groans, voice thick with sleep. “Piper, what—”
I don’t let him speak. Instead, I sit up and swing my leg over, positioning myself above his stiff cock. I grip it in hand, angling my hips and sinking down slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, throwing an arm over his eyes like he can’t watch. Like he knows he needs to tell me to get off, but can’t bring himself to do it.
I get a rise out of that—knowing he can’t resist me. Knowing my mouth and my pussy has him this hard.
I sink down until he’s cock-deep inside me and then I drop my hands on his chest and begin riding his cock. I go forward and backward, not speaking at all. The only noise is the slight creak of the bed and my moans. His heavy groans and grunts. I slide my hands over his delicious abs, my back straight, and bounce on his thick cock.
He’s so big inside me, but I manage to keep him all in, gripping him with my pussy, sliding up and then slamming my hips down so he feels me, too.
“Fuck, Piper, you have to stop,” he groans. “I’m not wearing a condom and I’m about to come.”
That should stop me. But it doesn’t.
Instead, I go faster, grinding on his cock, planting my hands on his chest again, my clit rubbing on his pelvis.
“Oh,” I moan, my head falling back and my hair tumbling behind me. “I’m close. So close.”
“Goddammit,” he rasps. He sounds annoyed, but his hands find their way to my ass and he cups it in his hands, helping me ride his cock, keeping me glued to him. My clit keeps rubbing on his pelvis and the friction builds up, creating a heated frenzy at my core.
“Oh, yes,” I moan. “Yes, Matthew. Make me come again.”
That gets him going. He groans deep and sits up, pushing my shirt up with one hand while the other still palms my ass. He sucks on one of my nipples, thrusting up, making sure I feel all of him.
And then it happens.
Again.
I grip his shoulders and cry out softly, dropping my head as I come around him.
“Shit, angel,” he moans with his mouth still around my nipple, and he tenses beneath me, holding me down on his cock as he releases too. “Damn, that feels so good,” he groans, dropping his head. He pumps up three more times before his body finally relaxes.
He looks up at me and his head shakes. “You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?” he asks, but I hear the humor in his voice.
I bite a smile, sliding off his lap and rolling over. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“I see that.” He lies back down, sighing hard and shutting his eyes. “Goodnight, Piper. For real this time.”
I grin, rolling over. “Goodnight.”
It doesn’t take long for Matthew to fall asleep again. He shifts around a bit, but in less than fifteen minutes, he’s lightly snoring.
I still can’t bring myself to fall asleep. Even though my body is completely sated, my mind never seems to rest. Knowing I won’t be getting an ounce of sleep anytime soon, I sit up and swing the back of my legs over the edge of the bed. Maybe a cup of water or even a glass of wine might help.
Gotta say the wine sounds more appealing.
After I clean myself up again in the bathroom, I open the bedroom door as quietly as possible, peering around the corner as I step out. The only lights on are the decorative ones, splashes of red, green, gold, and white along the walls.
I walk down the hallway slowly, rounding the corner until I’m in the kitchen. To my surprise, Lena is sitting at the island top, and I gasp as she does, both of us clinging to our chests as if we’re preventing some sort of imaginary heart attack.
“Oh my God, Lena,” I gasp.
She laughs. “Did I wake you? Sorry if I did. I tried to be quiet.” She adjusts herself on her stool, dropping the fork she has buried in her chocolate cake. Smart girl. Cake at almost three in the morning. Must be a reason why she’s eating it so early…or late.
“You okay?” I ask, walking to the fridge and pulling out the wine. There is enough for
one more glass. Perfect.
I reach for the cabinet, pulling down a wine glass and pouring the remainder into it.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” she says, and then she yawns.
“Did you get any sleep?”
“None at all. I was waiting for Dexter to call me. They’re allowing them a holiday call and he told me he’d get his tonight.”
“Where is he now anyway?”
“Afghanistan.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “The kids were really looking forward to hearing from him.”
“He didn’t call?”
“No. But maybe tomorrow.” She presses her lips with a shrug, picking up her fork and digging into the cake again. Her shoulders slump a bit, her eyes focused on the counter.
I take a sip of my wine, witnessing the sadness swallow her whole. She loves Dexter to death. Knowing he was going to call was probably the highlight of her Christmas.
God, I can’t even imagine how she feels right now. Having someone to love, but not having them with you and not even being able to speak to them whenever you want. It has to be tough.
“Lena,” I murmur, sitting on the barstool next to her. “I’m sure he will call. Maybe in a few hours?”
“Maybe,” she whispers, glancing at me briefly before dropping her head again. Her mouth twitches as she fights a smile. “You are growing up, Pipey.”
I grin. “We all are.”
She sighs. “You know…I know Bailey and I have given you a hard time, but after raising Joey and Jana, watching them grow up with such unique personalities…well, I have to say I get it. I get why you took your own course.”
My eyes broaden. “Oh…”
“I’ve always been the one that needed to please Mom and Dad, you know? Bailey as well, but she isn’t as intense about it as I am. I mean, there were times when I used to decorate and want to get my degree in interior design instead of business or law school, but then Mom or Dad would say what they wanted was better for me—that I needed to do something worthwhile, just in case my passion for designing fell through. So I listened, but let me tell you what—listening to other people will make you a miserable bitch.” She laughs through her last statement, almost like it hurts.
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