5. Piers
Chapter 5
Piers
My fucking cock rebels as I take my time exploring every inch of her stunning body. I can’t get enough of her.
“Tell me what you want,” I groan and lean down to blow a puff of air across her lower abdomen.
“I want you to hurry the heck up,” she growls impatiently, and my cock fully agrees with her. Unable to deny her, I run my hand up the inside of one of her thighs and lightly over her sweet pussy.
She whimpers my name and spreads her legs even wider, giving me better access to her wet center.
My cock grows impossibly harder in my boxers as I run my tongue along her wet slit. I part her folds and press my tongue into her wet opening for a taste, and I’m instantly addicted for life. I drag her ass closer to my mouth and devour her until her whimpered cries echo around the room.
“Please,” she begs, dragging her fingers through my hair and giving a little tug to get my attention. My loose boxers are getting in the way of my cock growing to full potential so I reach down and rip them away.
I place a soft kiss right above her pussy and slide a finger just inside her tight opening. Her legs tremble as I close my lips around her clit. Her silky walls clench around my finger, and I know she’s going to feel perfect wrapped around my cock.
My dick drips cum on the carpet beneath my knees, and I don’t fucking care if I’m making a mess. “Come for me,” I growl, knowing my control is slipping fast and that I can’t wait much longer.
She doesn’t make me wait. The second the words leave my mouth, her silky walls clamp down around my finger as tremors run through her curvy body.
I drag us both up to the top of the bed and plunge my tongue into her mouth while I fight the urge to fuck her until we’re both too exhausted to move. She reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock, and all the fight drains out of me.
I line my rock-hard cock up with her tight opening, and she wraps her silky legs around my hips.
After pressing in a few inches, I call on all my control and pause to give her time to adjust. My impatient little Cookie doesn’t let me stop for long. She tightens her silky legs around my hips, forcing me deeper.
With her tight walls clamping down on my cock, I angle my hips and thrust deep, breaking through the thin barrier that tells me she’s mine and mine alone.
"I love you," I groan against her neck, fighting the urge to come before she does.
Her shocked eyes meet mine as her nails dig into my back. I circle my hips and hit a spot deep inside her that causes her to snap her eyes shut while she whimpers my name.
"Do that again," she whimpers while her inner muscles relax, allowing me to sink deeper. She lifts her hips up to meet each of my slow, steady thrusts.
"This?" I press against the same spot again, watching her face.
“Yes, yes, yes…” she chants as I continue thrusting.
Sliding my arm under her silky leg, I lift it up, giving myself the room to slip even deeper into her sweet pussy. She doesn’t protest so I continue to thrust until I know I’m about to come.
I press my thumb to her clit while making sure to hit the magical spot until her tight pussy trembles around my cock. I continue thrusting as an orgasm blasts through me.
My cock empties deep in her sweet core, and I secretly hope my swimmers do their job.
I roll us over and drag her limp body against mine. “I love you, too.” Her warm breath flutters across my chest as happiness pierces my soul. Nothing could be as perfect as this moment.
A few hours later, she wiggles out of my hold, waking me up instantly.
“Where are you going?” I grumble and reach for her.
“I have to go home.” Those words are like a bucket of cold water to the face. I sit up and run my hand through my hair.
“What are you talking about?” I blink several times, attempting to catch up with this conversation.
“I don’t want Uncle Jasper to find me sneaking in like some teenager with something to hide.” She sighs and starts walking around looking for her clothes.
I slide out of bed and walk over to pull her into my arms. “Then spend the rest of the night with me and we’ll go over in the morning and explain things.” It seems reasonable to me.
Remi obviously doesn’t agree. She stares up into my eyes. “Uncle Jasper has been so good to me, and he’s old-fashioned. I know he wouldn’t approve of me spending the night with you before we explain that we’re in a serious relationship.”
“Okay.” I’d do anything to make her happy. “We’ll do this your way.” But I’m going to do everything in my power to get her moved into my home as soon as possible.
I walked Remi back to Jasper’s house and tried to go back to sleep, but no amount of tossing and turning or counting goddamn sheep helped one bit.
After a few hours of staring blankly at the ceiling, I roll over, staring at the ceiling, and let out a groan. Staying in bed won’t magically make her reappear, so I reach for my phone, feeling a magnetic pull I can’t resist. My brain whirls with ideas for dates until I finally settle on one that requires her to wear next to nothing.
The phone barely finishes its second ring before her voice fills the line. “Good morning,” she greets me, her soft voice waking up every molecule in my body.
“Good morning,” I reply, already feeling the tension of her absence ease. “Would you like to come over for a swim? The pool’s heated, and I promise the water’s still warm enough to shrug off autumn.”
“Definitely,” she says, not even hesitating, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “What time do you want me to come by?”
“Can you be ready in an hour? I’ll walk over and get you.” I don’t leave any room for arguments. Silver Spoon Falls might be one of the safest towns on earth, but I’m still not letting my girl walk around by herself.
“Sounds perfect. That gives me plenty of time to get ready.”
After we hang up, I hop in the shower, hoping the cold water cools my jets and calms my fucking hard cock. I stand under the icy spray for several minutes before admitting nothing will help at this point. I dry off and pull on some swim shorts and a t-shirt.
At sixty minutes on the dot, I head out the door and down the leaf-strewn path leading to Jasper’s place.
Reaching the front door, I take a deep breath and knock with a little more urgency than necessary. The door swings open, and Jasper fills the frame.
“Piers,” he states, his eyes locked onto mine with the practiced calm of someone who’s seen a lot more than he lets on.
“Good morning, Jasper,” I say, falling into my usual balance of casual politeness and serious intentions. “I’m here to pick up Remi for a swim.”
There's a moment, a heartbeat, where Jasper seems to size me up, his gaze as heavy as the expectations I feel pressing on my shoulders. Then his expression shifts just a little. “Sounds like a great way to spend the day.” After a few seconds’ pause, he moves closer to add, “Remi told me how serious your courtship has become. While I gave her my blessing, I want you to know I’m keeping an eye on you. She’s like a daughter to me. Hurt her, and you’ll have to deal with me.”
It’s an unmistakable declaration, or maybe more accurately, a threat. “I wouldn’t dream of it. She’s everything to me.”
Something in my tone must ring true because he steps back, nodding just slightly. “We’re all going to have dinner together tonight so I can speak to you about your intentions.”
“Sounds good.” I have no doubt I can win him over.
Winston dances around the front foyer as Remi emerges from the hallway, her sundress hinting at the swimsuit beneath. The sight of her sends electricity dancing along my nerves.
“Hey there!” she chirps, slipping her arms around my waist after pausing to give Jasper a quick hug. “We’ll be back for dinner, Uncle Jasper.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Jasper smiles down at her before glancing over to give me a look, reminding me of his earlier warning.
We step into the sunlit street, and I take her soft hand in mine as we set off toward my house. Each brush of her shoulder against mine echoes with a spark stretching between us like a current.
The cool interior of my house greets us as we walk through the front door. I'm immediately aware of the electric energy crackling around the edge of our interactions. The temptation to scoop Remi up and carry her straight to the bedroom suddenly overwhelms me. But the desire to win her heart as well as her stunning body holds me back. Now’s the time to make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.
I steer us toward the backyard, where the pool shimmers. There’s a waterfall cascading over artfully arranged rocks and an elevated hot tub swirling away.
“This is gorgeous,” she gasps and turns to smile at me. “I’m going to use this pool every day no matter how cold it is.” My heart settles into a normal rhythm after hearing her acknowledge our relationship is permanent. She glances over at the evergreen tree lining the pool area I decorated for her. “I can’t believe you even decorated a Christmas tree by your swimming pool. I love it!”
“I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you hop in and test out the water?”
Remi doesn’t need a second invitation. She saunters ahead, sundress slipping from her shoulders, and I’m momentarily stunned. Staring at the light-blue two-piece swimsuit molded to her perfect, curvy frame, I forget to breathe for a beat. Recovery involves closing my eyes and counting backward, a survival tactic in the face of beauty that’s powerful enough to knock me off my feet.
When I venture a glance again, she’s there, near the pool’s edge, shooting me a teasing look over her shoulder. “Joining, or just staring?”
“Definitely appreciating the scenery,” I shoot back, peeling off my shirt, then kicking off my boat shoes, and diving cleanly into the pool beside her. The cool water is a good anchor for my now-scattered wits.
Surfacing next to her, the cascade of the waterfall drowns out the world around us and makes everything feel like it exists just for us. With Remi's laughter cutting through the afternoon sunshine, it’s easy to forget everything except the here and now.