As usual, she surprised me. Her hand dropped from my face to the top of my thigh, her thumb perilously close to my junk. It was all I could do not to angle my ass so as to rub against that plush little pad. She smiled over my lips, puckered up, and planted one on me. Reflexively, I gave the back of her neck a squeeze, and that was it.
One minute we were taking our time exploring each other and the next she was straddling my lap, spearing her fingers into my hair as she kissed the shit out of me. I planted my palms on the luscious globes of her ass, smoothing and squeezing handfuls of lovely flesh, until she let out a low moan and started rubbing her center over the fly of my jeans.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I said, “If you keep that up, you’re going to light my jeans on fire.”
“Good.”
A ragged laugh escaped me. “Good, huh? Why is that?”
“Because they’re in the way.”
“Are you suggesting you’d like me to get naked?” I palmed my way up and down her back, stopping to squeeze her ass on every downstroke after I figured out how much she liked it.
“That’s a brilliant idea.” Her wicked, teasing grin had me surging up to rub along her center. “Glad you thought of it.”
Steadying herself with her hands on my shoulders, she pushed off my lap and stepped around the end of her surprisingly plain beige couch. When she crossed her arms over her chest and tugged at the hem of her sweater, revealing the long smooth lines of her back, I jumped up behind her in a flash. A split second later, my Henley hit the floor on top of her sweater. I stepped out of my jeans on the way through the door to her bedroom. Boxers and socks lay in a trail behind me as I caught Piper at the edge of her bed.
She flipped on the lamp on the nightstand and faced me in the sexiest set of underwear I’d ever seen. Red lace bikini panties matched a red lace bra, and red became my new favorite color. When I reached out to trace my fingers over all that pretty lace, she clamped a hand over my wrist, staying my progress.
“Me first.”
Her eyes strayed to my chest as she lightly trailed her hands over my pecs, fingering the tattoo over the left one, and a shiver rippled over my skin.
“Tattoos are sexy,” she whispered as she kissed mine.
My skin pebbled in anticipation of where she would touch next. With singular concentration she feathered her fingers down my abs to the tops of my thighs, framing my rock-hard cock.
“You are so hot,” she breathed.
Watching her study my body lit me on fire. Under her scrutiny, my cock twitched, and she smiled. “Someone is eager to play.”
My hands flexed at my sides, desperate to touch her. “You have no idea,” I rasped.
She dropped to her knees and stared up at me with those incredible violet eyes, and I thought my heart might leap out of my chest. With one delicate touch, she spread the drop of precum that had leaked over the head of my cock. I could have wept with desperation for her next move. The feline expression on her face said she had a clue what she did to me—and she was barely started.
That hoarse sound in my throat was her name.
Her Cheshire-cat grin grew wider before she licked those luscious lips of hers then ran that sweet tongue around the head of my cock.
“Jesus. Fuck. You’re killing me, babe.”
She laughed. “Not yet.”
When she closed her hands around my balls and the base of my dick, simultaneously massaging and jacking me, I saw stars. My hands flexed at my sides, desperate for something to hold onto.
“In a minute.”
“What?”
“You can put your hands on my head in a minute.”
Holy hell, thisgirl.
Her eyes holding mine, she ran her tongue along my length, and I all but howled with how bad I wanted her to wrap that gorgeous mouth around me. The fact she enjoyed teasing me, toying with me, heated me almost to volcanic. She tongued me again from base to tip, and I think I did howl. Only then did she swallow me, her head bobbing, hands working me, and I gave up. Plowing my hands into her hair, I worked at staying in control, holding my hips still when all I wanted to do was thrust and thrust and thrust into her hot, wet mouth.
“Piper. Fuck, babe.”
She pulled off me and gave me the innocent eyes. “What is it, Wyatt?” Giving me a long, slow lick, she asked, “Do you want to come?”
