Chapter Six
Paige
Pierce might be the best guy I have ever met.
Sitting across from him at the nicest steak house in town, I am having the best night ever. We’ve talked about movies, music, how he had a rough upbringing compared to my pampered one. I have been totally besotted all night with him—but I can tell he doubts this thing between us.
Pierce has nothing to doubt—he is the most charming, sweet, attentive, handsome man I have ever known. During dinner he has held my hand, our fingers laced tightly on the table, he has never taken his eyes off me, and I am totally spoiled by his attention. It might be my first real date, but even with little to compare it to, I consider it the best date ever.
“Pierce,” I whisper his name, loving the way his eyes flash whenever I say it. “This is the best first date ever. My first real date. How will you top this? It has been perfect.”
Bowing his head a little, his cheeks flush as he smiles. Gosh, he is just the cutest thing ever. Being with him makes me feel so good. I am drawn to him in a way I have never felt with anyone before. I can’t think of anywhere else, or anyone else, I rather be than here, with him.
“Will I be getting another date?”
His dark blue eyes meet mine as I nod. His hand tightens on mine on the table. My breathing picks up as his tongue drags across his full bottom lip. I imagine him licking my mouth that same way, the way he does each time he kisses me. As if he loves how my mouth tastes.
“Were you going to ask me for another date, honey?”
His eyes light up as he nods. “Never had a second date with someone before. Guess I ought to start thinking about how to top tonight, huh?”
Laughing with him, I nod. I would not care where he took me or what we did, I just want to see him again. I want to talk to him, to laugh with him, to be close to him, the way we have tonight. Just thinking of the date ending and us going our separate ways at the apartment makes me a little sad.
“Here you go, folks. No rush on that, have a good night you two.”
Glancing up at the waiter, I smile. It has been a wonderful night with good wine, delicious food, and the best guy ever as company. I start to tell him how I loved the meal but think he could make it better, when I notice he seems panicked. Giving his hand a squeeze, I try to calm him down.
“Honey, what is wrong?” I wonder gently, cocking my head at him.
Pierce is pale, his eyes downcast, a whispered string of curses I can barely hear falling from his lips. Dropping my hand, he stands, patting his pockets in search of something. He even goes to the ground, lifting up the tablecloth and peering beneath the table.
“No, no, no. This cannot be happening. I cannot believe this. I am so stupid, Paige. I am so sorry. I....I was...see, the thing is I... earlier tonight.”
Standing, I go to him, immediately wanting to comfort him. To calm whatever chaos is going on in his head. He sighs as I press close, his strong arm going tight around my waist.
“Talk to me,” I whisper gently, brushing my lips over his jaw.
“Babe, I don’t have anything to pay for dinner. I was so damn nervous for tonight. To take you out somewhere nice, to do our first date right. I changed my jacket because Brenden...well, my best friend, he was there, he was...doesn’t matter. My wallet is at home. I am so freaking stupid!”
“Oh, honey, calm down,” I husk, cupping his face in my hands so he has to meet my gaze. “Let’s not talk about ourselves that way, huh? It is the eighties, honey, I am a strong, independent woman. Who said you had to pay our way tonight? Let me do it. Don’t let it ruin the night.”
Touching his forehead to mine as he takes a deep breath, he shakes his head. I pull him closer, not caring that the entire swanky restaurant is getting a show. Let them watch us, what do I care? All I care about is him knowing it changes nothing, that it does not matter to me one bit.
“I am the man, baby,” he rasps against my mouth. “I asked you out tonight. I planned it...I should be the one to pay. I don’t have much to give you, Paige. I figured I could give you at least a nice night out. I screwed up. How could I do something so stupid on our first date?”
“Ah, you just said it, didn’t you? Our first date. Not our last. Next time it will be on you. Tonight, it can be on me. I promise it is no big deal.”
Sighing with a nod, he agrees. I can tell it bothers him which just proves how good of a guy he is. If he did not care, if he were trying to be slick or something, it would show. He does care. It is bothering him much more than it ought to that I am going to have to cover tonight. I meant what I said to him a moment ago.
It is the eighties, baby, a woman can pay the check too.
“Come on, take me home,” I urge with a playful waggle of my brows. I grin as his arm tightens on me, a little growl rumbling from his chest.
“Don’t gotta ask me twice, baby,” he purrs, brushing his mouth over mine as I toss some cash on the table.
Holding my hand, he leads me back out to the truck he borrowed from his best friend. While I think it is adorable he thought he had to impress me tonight, I would not have minded a night out in his beat-up van. He had no need to get a flashier car or take me to the nicest place in town tonight.
He has no idea I am a sure thing—I want Pierce if he wants me.
“What’re you thinking about over there?”
He wonders softly as we head back home, my hand still tightly laced with his on my lap. Flushing because I cannot tell him what I was just thinking, I bounce a shoulder. With him watching me, I change my mind. I want to tell him what I was thinking. That I am a sure thing—his if he wants.
“Our night is not over, is it?” I wonder, biting my lip as a Heart song fills the cab of the truck with a soundtrack to my shyness.
Stopping at the same stoplight we got caught kissing earlier, he turns to me. I move without hesitation. His lips are on mine, his hand cradles the back of my head, and I let myself get lost in his kiss. He tastes sweet, like the wine we had at dinner, and I suck at his tongue until he bites my bottom lip.
“Behave,” he says with a groan. “wasn’t that what you said earlier, babe? To behave? Can’t be a good boy if you let me kiss you whenever I want.”
“Well, I want you to kiss me whenever you want to. Maybe I don’t want you to be a good boy,” I whisper against his mouth before I lick it, the same way he teases me.
Pierce pulls back, breathing fast as he stares at me in the dim light of the evening. Smirking at me, he pulls at my hair, dragging me back to his mouth. Just as he starts to kiss me again, a horn blares behind us. I laugh as he shoots through the light, though he doesn’t flip the bird at anyone.
Once we get back to the apartment, he hurries to help me out. Holding my hand, he walks me to the door, but I do not want the night to end. Standing together outside my door, he pulls me close, cradling me in the warmth of his strong arms. I sigh as I snuggle close, breathing deep his sweet, woodsy smell as his heart beats fast beneath my touch.
“Tonight is perfect,” I whisper once again. “Does it have to end?”
“Not if you don’t want it to, babe,” he husks back, brushing gentle fingers over my cheek as I gaze up at him.
“Come inside. For a little bit. I don’t want you to go yet.”
Drawing me close, he cups my face gently, tilting my head back. “I want to come in. Doesn’t mean it has to go anywhere you don’t want it to go tonight, Paige. I just am not ready to let you go yet.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
Staring up into his dark eyes, I sigh. He is a dream come true. I might find a flaw or a problem somewhere, but I doubt it. Pierce is the perfect package and I want him. It might be the first time I have felt anything for a man, but I also realize it is the best thing I have ever felt.
We step inside the darkness of my place and the air seems to thicken. He is pressed up behind me, his body hard, solid, enveloping mine entirely. It is the first time I have felt small or dainty in my entire life. His big hands grip my waist as he steers me towards the couch. Pierce shifts beneath me to pull me across his body and it is heaven being in his arms.
Without a word, I find his mouth with mine, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. Pierce moans as I straddle his lap, my dress bunching at my hips. His hands slide beneath the satin and we both groan as he grabs my ass, dragging me down until I can feel how hard he is.
“Can I....Pierce, can I touch you? I’ve never...I mean, never wanted to touch a man before you,” I admit breathlessly as I start to rock against the thickness pressed against my cotton panties.
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby. To be clear,” he says as he stares up at me. “Never wanted to touch anyone before. I might know how to do this, but we can figure it all out as we go.”
Taking a shaking breath, I nod. He has given me the power to do what I want. It is...magical. Knowing I can’t get it wrong fills me with power. Moving back on his lap, I spread my thighs a little, smiling when his hands tighten on my backside. Reaching between us, I find his fly, watching his face as I undo the three buttons on his jeans.
Once my trembling fingers slip inside, he groans, head falling back as his fingers sink into my flesh. Beneath cotton boxers, I feel him. He is harder than I expect, silky smooth against my fingers. In the darkness, I focus on his eyes, how his breathing changes as I touch him, how good the weight of him feels in my hands.
“Pierce....it’s so big,” I whisper, amazed at how it continues to grow in my hands. “You...you want to fit this inside me?”
“Fuck,” he growls, hands yanking me closer. “Yes. Yes, I want to fit that inside you. It will fit, baby. You were made to fit me inside you.”
“Oh, honey,” I whimper at the dirty words, at how hot they make me, how badly I want to feel him fitting inside me.
“Can I touch you too, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, you can do what you want to me, Pierce. Please.”
Before I even finish speaking, his hands hook in my panties. I gasp when he twists them on my hip, snapping them in half. There is something so...wild, so careless, so damn hot about it, heat blooms between my thighs. His fingers slide up my thighs before two of them zero in on the bundle of nerves that trembles between my folds.
“Oh hell, you’re wet,” he rasps, his throat working as he swallows hard. “Touching my cock turns you on until you’re soaking wet for me?”
Stunned by his filthy words, I can’t speak. I nod before I twist my hips, pushing my sex into his hand. Staring up at me, he watches me as his fingers rub slow, teasing circles at my clit. Pleasure sparks burning inside of me, going off like a bright roman candle.
“Pierce....don’t stop,” I plead, panting as his touch sets off sweet vibrations inside of me.
“Not till you come. I want to watch. You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Will you show me? Come pretty for me.”
Head falling back, I cry out as he pushes two fingers inside of me. It stings as he stretches me with his thick fingers. That burn fades as pleasure takes its place. His thumb moves back to my clit, and that does it. I clutch his shoulders as I come, our gazes locked as it washes over me.
“Pierce....I’m...oh yes, I’m coming!”
“Jesus, baby, that’s it. Such a pretty girl.”
His praise washes down on me with pleasure, doubling the intensity. I want his praise. I am craving it. I want to please him the same way he pleased me. The way he set my body on fire and held me close as it burned me down to ashes.
Falling forward, I let him tilt my head back to kiss me. Between us, my hands fumble to touch him. They stroke slowly, learning the shape, the thickness, the way it curves slightly at the swollen tip. I tell him in hushed whispers how I think it will fit me. I think I was definitely made to fit him inside me.
“Ahh, fuck,” Pierce grunts as his cock jerks, shooting sticky hot cum into my hands as they pump him. I am triumphant, thrilled I made him come. “I’m…don’t stop touching me. Let me come on you, baby. Will you do that? Press me against your pretty pussy, Paige.”
Sitting up on my knees, I do as I am told, pressing him between the cleft of my sex. Kissing him, I start to rock slowly, feeling him slide through my wetness, the swollen head hitting my clit with every jerk of his hips. If sex is better than this, I cannot wait to have sex.
We come together the second time and I relish the feel of him jerking against me, spurting thick, sticky cum all over my bare pussy. His hand is there, pushing his stickiness inside of me. It feels so dirty. So good.
Pierce carries me to bed, stripping me down and tucking me in. I ask him to stay but he tells me he doesn’t want to push things. I pout but after a long, sweet kiss, I pass out. When I wake up later, he is gone. Still, I can feel him between my legs, and I smile as I snuggle back in, thinking about the next time we will be together and all the things I want to do next.
Pierce is not just my first real date—he will be my first everything.