18. Piper
EIGHTEEN
Piper
ROUND UP YON VIRGIN
It takes a lot of ab and leg strength to stand up from a couch with a twenty-two-year-old woman attached to you, even if she’s topless. It’s a good thing Holden Archer has that kind of strength, and it’s a great thing that my legs are wrapped around his waist and my arms are wrapped around his neck, and it’s even better that he’s carrying me to the bedroom like this.
I am so glad I have boobs now, and I am so glad they’re pressing against Holden’s bare chest.
On the big screen, Sidney is going to lose her virginity to someone she really shouldn’t have sex with, but I get to have the best First Time anyone has ever had.
I feel so good.
At home, I have a dimmable crystal touch lamp on my desk. If I touch any part of the metal base, the chandelier bulb turns on. Even if my arm accidentally brushes against it. That’s how my body reacts to Holden. I’m like that shiny rose-gold lamp, but only with him. His slightest touch turns me on, and I feel like I’m glowing and incandescent. I always thought I had a lot of energy before, but now I think I was on the dimmest setting. It took Holden Archer’s hands and mouth on my skin to show me how bright I can shine.
I don’t want to jinx it or anything. But even if the actual it part is horrible, everything that has already happened since Holden walked through the front door of this cabin is better than anything even I could have imagined. And I have fantasized about Holden more than I have any other guy. More than both Zac Efron and Shawn Mendes combined. But never—and this is shocking— never did I envision snow.
Because in the movies and on TV, if snow falls when a guy and a girl kiss, that means the guy and girl are falling in love. And even though it may have been a wish I’d buried deep down, I didn’t dare to imagine that with Holden Everett Archer. Not even in my wildest Piper Dreams.
This bedroom isn’t very big. It’s cozy. The queen-size bed takes up most of the room, aside from the looming presence of the wedding dress that is now behind the closet doors. I turned the lights off when I went back into the living room earlier, so the room is only lit by the dim white light outside the very big windows, which are covered by sheer white curtains. I sort of wish the curtains were heavier so the room could be darker, but I really have no complaints right now.
He tosses me onto the bed, in the most reverent way a person can toss another person onto a bed. The white duvet is so soft. A little cool on my bare back, but I sink into it, getting comfortable. If I were writing this scene, I know exactly how I’d want this to go. I make a mental note to remember this, and then I realize—I don’t have to write this scene. I’m living this scene.
Holden runs his fingers—those fingers that have now been inside of me—through his hair as he looks down at me. He is definitely flexing.
“I have another request…” I tell him.
“I would love to hear it,” Holden says. “But first…I’m just going to turn around, nice and slow. For absolutely no reason…” He does. He turns around, nice and slow, so I can get a good look at his firm, rounded butt in those jeans. Even when his jeans are unzipped in the front, they still hug his butt in the back because his buttocks have the perfect projection, volume, and degree of concavity at the hip. I would estimate his lateral thigh-to-buttock ratio to be around 1.18 or 1.20. He one thousand percent possesses my preferred male gluteal aesthetic. It’s like he was designed for me.
I didn’t even have to ask for this. All I have to do is lie back on my elbows and keep my eyes open. Who even needs romance movies when guys like this actually exist? When guys with magnificent butts like that exist? When a guy who’s read part of my Extra Super Secret Diary and my fanfic and still wanted to meet me exists?
He turns back around to face me. “Would you like to take a picture?” he asks cheekily. “I hear they last longer.”
“Yeah, actually, where’s my phone?”
He grabs my ankle, laughing, and proceeds to remove my very long sock. Usually when I remove my socks myself it’s not a big deal. Certainly not sexy. But this—Holden Archer is undressing me, starting with my socks, and it’s a very big deal.
And I’m suddenly very self-conscious. “You’re going to see me naked now.”
“I sure hope so.” He slips the sock off my other leg, pulling it down from over the knee, tugging it off my foot and tossing it away.
I lie back and cover my boobs. “I sort of wish I could just stare at your butt all day.”
“I just can’t think of a way for you to do that at the same time as I do all the things I want to do to you.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Is it?”
I realize I’m squeezing my legs together.
“Are you getting nervous again?”
I stare at the bulge of that big, hard, throbbing member in his jeans. The thing that’s going to thrust in and out of my Delta of Venus. My legs are stretched out in front of me, and all I’m wearing is a miniskirt and a very wet pair of cotton panties. He’s already seeing most of me, but… I stretch my legs out, point my toes, and rub the sides of my heels together. “Maybe. Maybe if we’re under the covers?”
He sighs and places his hands on his hips. “All right, I have another idea. Tell me if you like it. It’s the opposite of you staring at my butt all day, so try to stay open to it.”
“I’m listening.”
“I think you’re probably nervous about me seeing you naked because you’re going to see me seeing you naked. So I would like to suggest that if you don’t see anything, if you focus on the way it feels when I touch you, if you focus on how you feel , maybe you won’t be nervous.”
“Close my eyes, you mean?”
“I have a sleep mask in my bag.” He touches my foot and then heads for the door. “Wait here—don’t move.”
I do as he says.
As I focus on how I felt when he touched my foot and told me not to move, my body is helping me understand that I liked doing as he says.
A lot.
I process that while he’s in the other room. I can hear him change the channel to a music station. R&B, maybe, but it’s Beyoncé, and I didn’t even know how much I needed to hear Beyoncé right now. Maybe always.
Holden returns holding a black silk eye mask. “It’s mulberry silk, but a dude on a podcast recommended this for good sleep hygiene, so it’s super masculine and badass.”
“It’s very handsome. But if I’m nervous about you seeing me totally naked shouldn’t you be the one wearing it?”
“If you understood how much I want to see you naked you would know why that’s a really bad idea.” He rests one knee on the bed and leans over me, holding the sleep mask over my head. “I’d like to describe what I’m seeing when I look at you, Piper. I have a feeling you have no idea how beautiful you are because you’ve been so busy describing other people and focusing on why they should be together. And I want to be the one to explain it to you. I want you to know why I want to be with you.”
Well. Gosh.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Okay.” I’m still covering my boobs when I lift my head a little so he can place the sleep mask over my eyes. It’s so silky and light, and it feels divine. I do relax. And then I lean back on my elbows again. “Holden?”
“Yeah?”
“I liked it when you told me what to do just now. When you told me to stay where I am.”
“Good to know.” I can hear him grinning. “I’m taking off my pants now. Lie back with your hands stretched out and clasp them above your head.”
I do as he says, wondering if his boxer briefs are still on.
He grasps both my ankles and tugs me closer to the edge of the mattress. I feel my miniskirt and my panties ride up my bottom. And then he flips me over onto my stomach. “I’m going to take off your skirt now. I really like how you look in this skirt. But I’m going to like how you look out of it even more.” He unzips it in the back and gives it a good tug to pull it down my hips. “Lift your ass up for a second.”
I do.
He gives my skirt a yank and I feel it around my thighs, but I stay where I am. “You can relax now.” I do. He slips the skirt down my legs and over my feet, and I can hear it land on the floor. He grunts. “Get on your hands and knees so I can get a good look at this ass.”
I don’t know if I would like it as much if anyone else said that sentence in any other way, but I get onto my hands and knees for Holden because he makes it sound like such a reasonable request and I just want to do it for him.
“You don’t know,” he says. His voice has become thick with lust. I feel his warm hands on my butt cheeks, over my panties. “You don’t even know how good this is. This bubble butt.” He strokes me in a way that feels appreciative and then squeezes with both hands. “In these pink cotton panties.” He grips my hips and massages them again, vigorously this time, and I don’t know why I like that so much, but I like it so much. “You wear these for me? For Journal Guy?”
“I wear these all the time for myself.”
He squeezes my hips hard. “Wear them for me from now on.”
“I’d rather take them off for you,” I say. I don’t even recognize my voice. I can’t believe I said that. It’s the kind of thing I’d write in a text maybe. The sleep mask made me say it.
“I’m gonna take them off for you now, but you have the right idea.” He slips his fingers under the loose elastic waistband and then pulls them down, exposing my bum.
I’m not gonna lie—the way he groans, it makes me feel really, really good about myself, and I’m not even embarrassed about him seeing me like this.
“Babyyy.” His hands and his lips and tongue are all over the flesh of my butt now. Kissing and nipping and massaging. I can feel my arousal dripping down the inside of my thigh. “So soft and smooth and round. I’m the only one who’s seen you like this.” He slaps my butt just the tiniest bit, and it sends a shiver all through me. “Right?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t want anyone else to see this fucking beautiful view.” I feel the palm of his hand on the small of my back. He presses me down, slowly, firmly onto the mattress. My stomach is flat against the comforter, and he pulls my panties down past my knees and my feet, and now I’m totally naked but I just want Holden to cover me with his body. “I’m gonna come back to this later,” he says, rubbing my butt with both hands. “I know I said I’d describe what I’m seeing, but there are no words for this. Except fuuuuuck, so hot .” And then he flips me over.
I can feel him adjusting the sleep mask so it’s on straight, and then his lips brush against mine. His tongue flicks against my bottom lip and my lips part, and he kisses me so deeply, pressing down on me with his body just like I needed him to. He’s still wearing his underwear, but I can feel his erection pressing against the apex of my thighs, and he is so hard, it must hurt him.
“I’ve wanted to kiss your sweet lips ever since I first saw you,” he says into my mouth. “Your mouth is pretty—you know that?”
I nod.
“You do, don’t you?”
“I always try to be kissable,” I tell him.
“You are so fucking kissable, Piper. All over.” He kisses my jaw, my neck, and then there’s a cool rush of air as his body leaves mine. He holds my right foot, slowly bends my leg by pushing my foot up. My leg is bent flat against the bed, so my knee is parallel with my hip. “Flexible, huh?”
“Guess so.”
I feel his lips just above the inside of my ankle. “You have great legs. You know that, right?”
“Guess so.”
He nips at the curve of my calf. “I like this part, right here,” he says, stroking me just above the inside of my bent knee, where it starts to curve into my inner thigh. He presses kisses up my thigh and then licks me. “So wet for me. God.” He blows warm breath where he licked me, and I quiver uncontrollably all over.
He makes a guttural sound, and I’m very glad I can’t see him right now because I have a feeling he’s staring at my womanly treasure. I have the most incredible sensation, like a galaxy of stars is being born in my abdomen. His hand rests on my pubic bone and his thumb is pressed against my clit. I wriggle around. Can’t stay still. I’m so aware of how slick it is down there already.
“Beautiful girl.” His tongue grazes my center, just once.
I cry out.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
He does it again. And again. Then he flicks the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit. It’s so sensitive. I yelp and shudder.
“Baby…”
“Holden!”
His tongue goes in and out and around, like he’s French kissing my lady business. I’ve read about this, so many times, but this is so much more than anything any words can describe. Except fuuuuck, so hot . It’s so much. It’s too much and I can’t stay still and he doesn’t stop.
I grip the comforter and scream his name, bucking, and kicking my feet. There are supernova explosions of the kind of energy that fuels the universe, and it’s all inside me, trying to get out. I didn’t know it could be like this. I’m still thrashing around and shuddering when I realize his mouth isn’t on me anymore. His tongue has left a trail of shooting stars between my legs.
“I think you’re ready now, Piper,” he says into my ear.
“Yes. Yes! Now!”