Piper swallowed. “Should I—”
“No.” He swept the hair away from her neck to press his lips against her flying pulse. “Don’t do anything.” His words vibrated into her skin, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to keep herself upright, head lolling to the side, flesh waking up but bones liquefying. His touch ghosted between her legs as his lips trailed down her neck, one feather-soft stroke after another, slow, methodical, intent.
He gently swayed, moving her body with his as it loosened. Slowly and indulgently wasn’t how Piper did things, not with herself or anyone else, but Kol was determined to take his time, pressure building deep within her even as his touch continued to only trail the surface. But Piper was never a passive participant. “Do you want me to—”
“Do nothing,” he droned against her skin, lips pressing to her earlobe, fingers still teasing, no sign of fatigue.
She hummed—such a nice sentiment, though no one ever really meant it—and she slid her own hand between them. Piper found the hardness of his length and wrapped fingers around it.
“What did Ijustsay?” His touch was then gone completely, and he snatched her wrist, pinning her hand against the small of her back.
Piper yelped though his firm grip was painless. God, if he’d just use that pressure other places. She tensed but moaned, a thrill running through her at the rough handling, and then she was immediately embarrassed and turned to him. “Don’t you want me to—”
Kol grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her into a kiss, and wants melted away into needs. His hands were in her hair, and his lips trailed away from her mouth, leaving her breathless as he worked his way down her jaw with the edge of his teeth. Piper sucked in a cold breath as he peppered kisses along her sternum, sinking to his knees. His hands went under her skirt again, but not where she wanted them. Instead, he hooked thumbs into her tights—only her tights—and began to slide them down.
Kol’s eyes roved up to her face, piercing gaze catching hers. Another achingly slow process ensued as he stripped her, skin sizzling as it was freed from its tight confines. She shivered, tipping her head back and squeezing her eyes shut. Teeth dragged along her bare thigh, following the material as it rolled to her knees, and then he nipped her, pain briefly zinging up to her center and then blossoming into a pulsing ache.
There, he lingered, fingers tracing the dip at the back of her knees. Fuck, she was going to collapse.
When she felt him reach her shins, it should have been over, but Kol continued to take his time. Piper counted silently in her head as inch by inch he undressed her, missing his touch under her skirt but with no idea how to tell him. Her body stiffened, empty hands pawing for something to do until he finally reached the floor.
“Now that we’ve got these off,” he said, slipping her feet out of her tights, “you’re going to keep your legs apart.”
“I am,” she muttered, unsure if it was a question or an agreement. With the tight fabric removed, there was another chill that ran itself over her body, and then the acute realization that her arousal was about to be on full display.
Kol’s hands came around the back of her thighs and held her in place even as her knees wobbled. She still had on plenty of clothing but felt completely exposed as he lifted her skirt, tongue teasing over her skin. She squirmed, not wanting him to see the soaked mess she’d already made, and she clamped her legs together again.
Kol pulled his mouth away from her thigh and grunted.Uh oh. Piper’s heart hammered at her chest as his eyes lifted, narrowing on her. Then everything was movement as hands slid up to her ass and lifted her. There was a clatter as she was unceremoniously deposited atop her dresser, knocking askew the things set neatly atop it.
“Too loud,” she hissed, reaching for a tube of mascara rolling toward the dresser’s edge, but he stopped her, pulling her wrists inward and sliding his hips between hers. That was certainly one way to keep her from closing her legs.
“You can’t start worrying about noise now, Pipsqueak.” Kol took her by the low back and dragged her to the dresser’s edge, right up against him. She sucked in a breath at the feel of his length exactly where she wanted it, and she bucked against his cock as he kissed her. “Tell me what you want,” he mumbled into her mouth.
“You,” she said, a bizarre ache in her chest at the simple answer. She pulled back from his next kiss and her eyes refocused in the dark.Just you.
“You’re thinking too hard.” He chuckled, and his hands slid up under her skirt again. She had to steady herself against the dresser’s top, gazing down as he once more knelt. His fingers curled into the waistband of her underwear, her skirt pushed up, but instead of removing them, he just tugged them upward, pulling them tight against her.
There was no clenching her thighs together, not with his head right there, though, god, why would she now? Yes, she felt utterly indecent, splayed out and showing him just how full of need she was, but then Kol kissed along the inner edge of her thigh and all that worry blotted itself out. His mouth skimmed upward until it pressed right to the apex between her legs. She throbbed under the too-light brush of his lips, fabric still separating their skin. His thumb followed through, stroking over her with the slightest bit more pressure, long and lazy as he kept her pinned to the dresser.
So much pleasure and yet not enough, not at all enough.
“Can you come for me like this?” He pressed his mouth to her again, and she groaned at the tension of a painfully light kiss, barely moving and then taking away what little he gave her.
Piper shook her head, eyes squeezing shut, hands slippery with sweat.
“No?” He stroked her again, this time harder, and all she could do was wiggle beneath his hold. More kisses and nibbles trailed down her other thigh as his thumb gently but consistently pet her, and Piper held her breath, biting her lip. “Seems you’re enjoying it well enough.”
“Please let me take them off,” she finally said with a last push of air from her lungs.
“Let you?” Kol’s lips vibrated against her most sensitive spot. “It’s not up to me.”
“Do it,” she demanded, startling even herself. “I want your tongue on me.”
“That’s my girl.” Piper’s underwear was yanked to her knees, and Kol’s tongue slid over her so quickly, she didn’t have time to register what was happening. One of his hands snaked up under her skirt to grab her ass, the other assisting his tongue and spreading her wide so she couldn’t possibly hide away.
A sound broke out of Piper, a lusty moan and a surprised cry all in one. Her head fell back against the wall and she bit down hard on her lip, the pain stealing from the pleasure of his mouth as he lapped at her. It was good, too good, and it struck her suddenly how long it had been since she’d finished with someone else.Ifshe had ever finished with someone else. She’d gotten close, especially if she had a drink or two, but getting over that edge never felt as satisfying as when she was all alone.
Am I taking too long?she wondered, breathing harder.Is he getting anything out of this? Do I look okay?
