Piper raised her hand like she was going to touch me, but I caught her wrist.
“Not tonight.”
She pouted. “You show me the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and then tell me I can’t have it?”
“Just gotta wait. Don’t drink so much next time.”
Her tongue flicked out to trace her lower lip suggestively. Such a little tease. “You’re missing out.”
“I have no doubt.” An image flashed through my mind of that pink tongue licking my barbell, then her lips closing and sucking. Wetness welled at my tip.
Piper stretched out below me on the couch, her arms going over her head. “At least let me see you get off. Promise I won’t touch. I’ll just watch the show. I’m plenty sober forthat.”
Fuck me for my weakness. There was no possibility of me turning down that offer.
“Okay, wild girl. Only if you’re good for me.”
I brought my hand to her mouth. To that naughty, teasing tongue. Piper licked my palm a couple of times, and I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to stroke.
My mind went to the memory of her last night, so wild and uninhibited. This woman… I could already tell I’d never be the same. Not after her.
My fist worked up and down my cock. On every few strokes, I used my thumb to play with the barbell, loving the intense jolts of pleasure. My gaze moved over her, studying every beautiful feature.
Everything I’d ever been through would be worth it, if she could somehow be mine.
Piper’s hand sneaked down to her shirt and tugged up the hem, revealing her smooth stomach. “Come on me. I want to see you. Want to feel it.”
My movements sped up and my breath went ragged. The things she was doing to me without even a touch.
“Piper,” I growled as the orgasm hit me. My cock pulsed with jolts of perfect, overwhelming pleasure, spilling over her stomach.
My fist slowed, teasing out the last few aftershocks.
Then Piper dragged a finger through my release and brought it to her mouth. Sucked her digit between her lips. Holy shit.
My cock gave another valiant pulse like it was trying to get hard again. If only.
I bent forward, hunching over her. My forehead rested against hers as I panted to catch my breath. “Can’t believe how gorgeous you are. All covered in me.”
“I love it,” she said dreamily. When I pulled back to look at her, she seemed tired, but her focus was sharp. “You’re staying, right?”
I nodded. Nothing short of a tornado would possibly drag meaway at this point. And luckily, tornados weren’t an issue in this part of Colorado.
“Stay here,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” Slowly getting up from the couch, my head still fuzzy from that intense climax, I went to the hall bathroom and found a washcloth. The water took a minute to warm up.
When I got back to the living room, Piper was dozing. She barely stirred as I wiped the washcloth over her belly in gentle strokes, cleaning her up.
After returning the washcloth to the bathroom to deal with tomorrow, I found some blankets in a linen closet.
“Hey, wild girl. Scoot over a little.”
I managed to get us arranged on the couch, with me on my back and Piper curled into my side. She nestled her head against my neck, right under my chin.
Good thing the cushions were deep and oversized. Otherwise, I didn’t see how we’d fit. I wasn’t a small guy, and Piper wasn’t a small woman.
We fit so perfectly together.
She hummed and wiggled around. Sinking deeper into the blankets I’d spread over us. My eyes closed, a contented grin on my lips.
