7. Piper
7
PIPER
PEPPERMINT STROKES
I ’m pulled from the most comforting dream by rough hands and the scent of something minty greeting my senses. It’s slow to unfurl, and my drowsiness tries to pull me back under and into the warmth of a wonderful dream where I’m running across a sandy beach with a handsome man at my heels. I’m laughing and he’s calling my name—warning me of the consequences of my actions—but then warm lips kiss the back of my neck.
I’m confused by this. The man in my dream isn’t that close, but what starts slow quickly morphs into a lick turned sharp nip. The bite of pain makes me gasp, my body seizing in fright until I recognize the scent of leather and citrus underneath the peppermint.
It’s Liam.
He’s straddling the back of my bare thighs while his large, calloused hands dig into the muscle of my upper back. I’m bare, and so is he. But where he’s scorching heat wherever he touches, I’m tingling and cool as the room’s air glides across my sensitive skin.
Contradictory, but it feels so good, and I groan in appreciation.
“How do you feel, darling?” He asks, kneading a little harder at the base of my skull before fisting some of my hair and giving a tug. Liam repeats the process a few times, his strong fingers massaging my scalp as he does, and I completely melt into the mattress. “You like that?”
“Feels so good,” I moan, a shiver rushing through my limbs when he uses the blunt end of his fingernails to scratch my head. I’ve always been tender-headed, and having my hair up for hours causes headaches, and right now, that edge of pleasure tinged with light soreness feels amazing. “Please don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to, beautiful.” Seconds after his response, something warm drips onto my neck and then lower, leaving a trail behind that ends at my ass. Right over each cheek and then the middle, I’m slippery as the oil lubricates my skin. It’s a contradictory sensation.
From warm to cool and then back to heat the second his hands spread it. He works his way down my back, returning to my scalp ever so often, before digging his fingertips into the small of my back where two dimples sit.
Moreover, Liam is enamored with them.
His touch is possessive—almost harsh—but I enjoy the bite of pain almost as much as the featherlight kiss he leaves in his wake. I’m massaged and doted on, made to feel like his world in between sips from my favorite iced tea brand.
He also feeds me.
Fruits and cheeses with a few bites of pretzels, but my favorite item on Liam’s charcuterie is the assortment of truffles. They are sweet and decadent, ranging from dark chocolate with sea salt to caramel and a few have nuts, but my favorite part is eating them from his fingers.
He takes care of me. Slowly and with care, while strong fingers never stop their exploration of my body. Intimately. Possessively. Liam spreads another copious amount of oil as I take the last bite of cocoa, squirming when he spreads my asscheeks apart. I’m exposed, and my pussy is wet—have been since awareness sunk in and his touch flamed my need for him once again.
The earlier session is in the past.
I need more. Everything.
A satisfied male grunt comes from behind me as my holes clench the longer he stares. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
Christ, that earns him another near-violent contraction. Especially when he pours more oil and watches the way they coat my entrance. Front and back. I’m soaked and slippery, needing him inside this time, and I try to spread my legs in invitation.
I can’t though. Not with his weight on me.
Liam’s still straddling the back of my legs, and smacks my right cheek in amusement. “Do you need something, Pier?” In response, I try to lift my bottom half to better present my holes for his use, but it earns me a stronger slap. “Use your words.”
“More. Need more.” No sooner has those words slipped past my lips, that he’s beside me. On my right and tapping the back of my thigh, I’m silently told to get on all fours for him—I oblige. I’m trembling and on display, the minty sensation spreading and settling over every erogenous zone, when I feel something hard and smooth pressing against my puckered hole.
Not entering, Liam just holds it there. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Not a second of hesitation.
“And you know I’ll never hurt you?”
“I know.”
“Thank you.” Pressure is placed slowly against my back entrance, giving in just a little more each time as I relax into the sensation. Sure, there’s a bit of burning at first, but I welcome the bite as he stretches me. My body accepts the intrusion and even pushes back a bit, taking the tip in deeper with each thrust.
Liam’s taking his time and adds more lubrication as needed, sometimes dipping the toy into my pussy and rubbing it over my clit, before returning to my ass. He does this a few times, and I take note of how different each sensation feels from the times I’ve played solo.
The firmness versus my gentle strokes.
How two of his fingers pat or circle my bundle of nerves on each steady push.
“Just you. Only you,” I say, hissing when he goes deeper and then pulls back, repeating the process until he’s halfway in. Liam stops, giving me a moment to breathe, and I appreciate it. “Christ, that’s intense.”
“You want me to pull it out?”
“No.” Again, I don’t hesitate.
“That’s my good girl.”
I’ve never been touched by anyone else there and I’m also not afraid of anal play.
I’m open and willing as long as proper care is introduced. No means no if you hurt me, but I trust Liam and over the years, have dabbled enough on my own and with what I’ve read online, to know my limits.
“Take a deep breath for me, love.” That four-letter word has me swooning, but I don’t correct his slip-up and do as asked. On the next small thrust, I hiss through my teeth, and the thickest part of the toy slips past the tight ring of muscle—I ignore the light discomfort, choosing to focus on his fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles instead. “How do you feel?
“In heaven. So close,” I whimper, bucking when he drags his slick finger from my pussy to my ass and taps the end of the plug twice. My every nerve ending is thrumming, and the slightest touch sends electrical pulses through my body.
From my hair to my feet to the very blood in my veins; I throb with pleasure. Can feel my orgasm approaching quickly.
“Not yet, Piper.” Moving behind me, Liam grabs something from the tray but I don’t see what it is. And it doesn’t matter, either, because, on my next intake of breath, he’s grabbing my hips. Grip firm, his lips kiss the side of my neck—his cock glides over the end of the plug—and slams in deep. “Now you’re fucking perfect.”
The scream that rips from my chest doesn’t sound like me, but then again, I’m lost to pleasure. I come for him loud and hard, fighting against his tight grip when he brings one hand up to my neck and pulls me up, my back to his chest. He’s deeper this way, fucking me through each wave while simultaneously keeping me on edge.
Pleasure and pain mix.
Every sharp thrust hits the end of the toy while the hand on my neck tightens. My eyes roll back, my body weakening when something vibrates against my clit.
I want to shy away. It’s almost too much.
“Take it, Piper. You owe me one more.” A hard shiver has me gasping while my fingernails dig into the arm holding me up—I’m too sensitive—and yet my hips meet him thrust for thrust. The sensitivity gives way to something with a darker edge and I find myself chasing the feeling. Need it. “There you go, darling. That’s it. Tighten your walls and milk me.”
I can’t answer him. Can’t do anything but whimper as he hits that spot inside me that only my favorite battery-operated friends in the past have reached.
He’s the first and only man I’ll give myself to in this way.
“You’re so tight, Piper. Feel so fucking good,” his hissed word make me tremble, my limbs don’t feel my own anymore. I’m volleying between the present and another plane where nothing matters and I’m weightless, but I still hear his command. “I want to hear you scream my name. Tell the world who owns you.”
The buzzing on my clit intensifies and I manage to cry out a yes. I’m so close it’s almost painful, but I welcome my destruction any day to feel him close.
To have his lips on my skin.
His warm breath on my neck.
“You’re my everything, Piper Rutherford.” A small kiss behind my ear. “I love you.”
“Liam,” I sob, my body no longer my own as I come for him. My release is volatile, almost pushing him out of me but Liam never stops riding me through each rhythmic clenching of my walls.
I’m a mess, the bed is wet, and the obscene sounds of this man owning me filter throughout the room. Not that it matters if the world hears me because I can’t figure out how to breathe, and yet, his praise filters through.
My perfect little slut.
Good girl.
My cunt. My sugar plum.
“I love you, too.” It’s whispered but he heard me loud and clear, tossing the vibrator aside to take hold of my hips in a bruising grip. Now he fucks me for his pleasure.
The brutal pace has my muscles trying to lock up—without conscious thought of moving away—but his grip on my neck is a silent warning. To take it. To be thankful for his seed.
And I already am.
Liam doesn’t pause, but instead follows me flat onto my stomach, thrusting fast and hard. “Gonna fill you up. Want you dripping of me when you enter the church tomorrow.” His weight pins me while his cock thickens a little more, stretching me to the point it hurts a bit, before biting down on my shoulder. “Bred and full.”
Did he just…
His muffled fuck against my skin pulls me from the realization, but then the first spurt of come paints my insides. Thrusting lazily, he fills me to the brim and then overflows, but through each jerk, he never stops drawing out his pleasure and mine.
Doesn’t leave room for me to analyze or think; I’m exhausted and completely languid by the time’s empty. His rough exhale makes me grin, I’m sure it’s dopey at this point because I could really use a nap.
Something he knows, because Liam moves to lay beside me and lifts my sweaty, messy body and drapes me over him. His cock is back inside my pussy, all warm and still throbbing, while sleep begins to overtake me.
My last thought isn’t about truths or not wearing a condom, but I’m a little sad I didn’t get to taste him…
“We’ll have time for that later, sugar plum.” Fingers stroke up and down my still-slick back. Lulling me. “We’ll have the rest of our lives for you to choke on my cock.”
Did I say that out loud?
“You did, now get some rest.”
“But—”
“Piper…”
“Okay. Fine.” He’s so bossy, but I kind of like it. Might even reward him later.