I didn’t think the poster of Jenna Ortega was the cause of that hitch in her voice. But I didn’t have a clue how to triage the situation.
Taking a couple of steps to her left, she stopped at my desk where my sketchbook lay open to my latest graphic design project. If she started flipping through the pages, she’d find something I didn’t think she was ready to see in her current mood.
“Wow.” Glancing up at me, she said, “This is super-cool. Is it for a class?” She flipped on my desk lamp and leaned down for a closer look.
I stood beside her, on the verge of crowding her without touching her. “Yeah. Graphic design major, remember?”
Her eyes found mine. “I remember everything about you, Wyatt.”
I had the idea fun might have cracked the door back open and peeked inside. “Is that right?” I drawled.
When I reached for her, she walked away, pausing in front of the TV stand at the foot of my king-size bed. Seeing the mess of headphones, controllers, and video-game discs piled distractedly on top of each other made me wish I’d tidied up more before I headed to the game this morning. At least all my dirty, sweaty clothes were in the dryer in the laundry room downstairs instead of smelling up my room. And the closet doors on the opposite side of the bed remained shut—for once.
Resting my hip against the edge of my desk, I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for her to decide what she wanted.
Aside from my one fantasy in the form of the Jenna poster, I’d decorated the rest of my room with prints of graphic designs I admired and random small canvases of my own. I held my breath at how those paintings and sketches especially drew Piper’s attention and wondered why her opinion mattered so much.
“This isn’t at all what I pictured your room would be like. Did you paint these?” She indicated a triptych of abstract mountains that together created one massive fantasy of Mount Doom I’d hung above the TV.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and nodded.
“You’re talented.” She stared hard into my eyes. “Like, super-talented, Wyatt.”
“Thanks.” Letting out the breath I’d been holding while she studied my art, I took a step toward her and grinned. “Want to sample my other talents?”
For a second I thought I’d gone too far again. My friends all said that when it came to women, I was a slooow learner. As I watched a flurry of emotions pass over Piper’s face, I worried they might actually be right.
Then a sly grin broke over her pretty features. “Why, yes, Wyatt. I do.” Her eyes flicked up to the overhead light in the room. “You want to catch—”
Before she’d finished her sentence, I’d flipped the switch and stood right in front of her.
“—the light?” Laughter bubbled out of her, and the awkwardness my stupid comment created evanesced as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Let’s leave the desk light on.” A wicked gleam reflected in her eyes. “I want to watch us together.”
That did it. “Fuck, Piper,” I groaned. “You gotta warn me before you go from zero to sixty like that.” Grasping her hips, I rubbed my hard-on along her soft belly, showing her exactly what her words did to me.
“What would be the fun in that?” she whispered against my skin as she brushed her lips along the base of my neck then kissed her way up to the corner of my jaw.
I let her go long enough to reach behind my head and drag my T-shirt over it, dropping it somewhere on the floor. Then I pushed her jacket off her shoulders and reached for the hem of her sweater. Obliging me, she lifted her arms over her head, and I devoured the sight of her full tits with their pointy peaks barely hidden beneath a lacy pink bra.
My hands itched to hold those heavy curves, and my mouth watered in anticipation of the sweet taste of her pretty nipples. As though she’d read my body’s response, she took my hands and placed them exactly where they wanted to be. Then she went to work on the fly of my jeans.
Women mystified me, but oh fuck, did I appreciate them. Especially the gorgeous, sassy, intelligent ones who usually never paid me a second glance—until Piper Maxwell. I didn’t have a clue how to access all the complexities it didn’t take a genius to see in her. With her busy hands working the zipper on my jeans, I was losing my train of thought, but at some point, I wanted to figure out how to reach past this crazy-ass physical relationship we were forging to the incredible woman I sensed beneath all the molten-hot sex. That last thought evanesced into the night skies when she dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Piper. You don’t have to—”
She cut off my words with one long lick along the underside of my cock. She licked her lips and made an “mmm” sound that had a drop of precum beading at the top of my dick. “Something you should know about me by now, Wyatt. I only ever do exactly what I want. What I want right now is to suck you off. You okay with that?”
My head dropped back, “Fuck!” coming out on a low groan. When I opened my eyes and stared into her lust-darkened violet ones, I said, “You are going to be the death of me. But I’ll die a happy man.”
Her smile was pure delight. Then she buckled my knees when she fisted the base with one hand, cradled my balls with the other, and went to town on my shaft with her plush lips and talented tongue. I plowed my hands into her silky hair, gritted my teeth, and concentrated on keeping my hips from pistoning into her beautiful mouth.
There was nothing sweet about the way she worked me, hollowing her cheeks hard on the upstrokes, swirling and tagging the head with the tip of her tongue, then taking me all the way in until I bumped the back of her throat. Lightning gathered along every nerve ending in my spine until my legs quivered with the effort to hold back.
Piper pulled off and stared up at me. Hard.
“Stop holding back, Wyatt. I want this. I want all of this. When I wrap my lips around you again, I want you to give it to me.”
Yeah, so there was no chance I could stop after that. The second I was back inside her, my hips started moving. The rumbling vibrations of her moans against the head of my cock as I hit the back of her throat sent my pleasure into overdrive, and before I could even attempt to slow down, the orgasm thundered down my spine, out of me and into her. Her fist pumped me, her other hand rubbed and rolled me, and that heavenly mouth sucked me down. When at last she let me go, I slid to the floor to kneel in front of her, because, damn, my legs gave out like I’d run sprints for days—in full pads.
