Taking her own sweet time, she lifted up on her knees and rolled back over my morning wood. With an impish gleam in her gorgeous violet eyes, she fisted my shaft and hovered over it, holding her dripping-wet pussy a breath away.
“Piper,” I groaned.
“You’re not the only one who likes occasional begging.”
“Please, babe. Slide down and put me out of my misery.”
So fucking slowly, she lowered herself, impaling herself on my cock. Sweat broke out over my forehead and chest as I worked not to surge up into her and pound my way to nirvana. Languidly, she started to move, riding me like we’d spent all of the past week making love rather than at an excruciating distance. When she lifted her arms over her head and watched me with hooded eyes, I figured it out. This was Piper, vulnerable and strong, commanding and giving, loving me.
Skimming my palms up her flat belly, I cupped her full breasts, squeezing them gently and rolling and tugging on her taut nipples. She moaned and increased her rhythms, riding me exactly the way I didn’t know I needed until she was giving it to me.
When the orgasm gathered at the base of my spine, I clasped her hips and took over. “Touch yourself, babe. Please. You need to come. Now.”
Instead, she pitched forward, her hands on my shoulders as she rubbed her clit against me. Her inner muscles worked me in time with my thrusts, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Piper! You have to come. Do it now.” I covered her clit with my thumb, and she screamed.
When she let go, she gave me permission to join her. Our eyes locked as I groaned her name and came harder than I’d ever come in my life. This was what it was to love someone and know she loved me back. As the aftershocks rippled through us, she floated down over my chest like a perfect flower petal, our breaths syncing as I wrapped her in my arms. The lingering pleasure of her pussy pulsing around me, her body blanketing mine, and her soft breaths puffing over my skin was pure bliss.
“This is forever. You know that, right?” I whispered into her neck as I smoothed my hands up and down her back.
“Forever, Wyatt.”
We might have drifted back to sleep if not for the banging of my roommate on my door.
“Hey, Bax. Get up and move Piper’s car. I need to go to town,” Finn shouted through the door.
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
I could feel her grin on my skin. “It’s all right. I need a change of clothes anyway.” She picked her head up to look at me. “Maybe you could bring my bag up with you?”
Rolling her off me with another groan, I said, “I like you better naked.”
“Let’s not scandalize your roommates.” She smiled.
“You talked to Pippa?” Piper asked around a bite of warmed-up pancakes.
How there were leftovers from breakfast was its own kind of miracle, but we’d gone with it.
“When you deleted my texts, I looked her up in the campus directory and invited her to coffee.” Piper’s brow shot up, and I hurried on. “I invited Saylor and Chessly along as witnesses. They sat right behind us, so there wasn’t any misunderstanding. Anyway, I made it clear she’d blown it and owed you an apology. If you unblock her, I think you’ll see she’s ready to give it.” I topped up our coffee and sat back down. “I don’t know her well, but Chessly and Saylor thought she was sincere, so I’m going with that.”
“What did she say, exactly?” Piper asked as she sipped her brew.
“She was jealous of your ex.”
Piper raised a brow.
“And she’s jealous of me.”
Piper slouched down in her chair. “So she wants you, too.”
“Not really. She’s jealous that he had so much of your time and attention. Now I have it. She’s used to being the center of your world. It’s hard for her to give that up.” After my coffee date with Phillipa, I kind of felt sorry for her. But forgiving her was up to Piper, not me. “It’s not my call, but maybe you could meet her, clear the air.”
“Will you come with me?”
I rested my upturned hand on the table, and she dropped hers into it. Giving her a reassuring squeeze, I said, “I can be nearby, but this is between you and your sis.”
Blowing out a breath, she said, “You’re right.” Fishing her phone from the pocket of her jeans, she called up a number and texted, her thumbs flying over the keyboard at a furious pace. Then she stuffed her phone back in her pocket.
