5. Piper
CHAPTER 5
Piper
I ’m still on the fence about wearing what Galen chose for me. It’s revealing in an erotic way because I’m not wearing panties or a bra. Galen swore he loved the idea of other men looking at me while knowing I belonged to him. I think he’s nuts, staking this claim on me so soon. We hardly know each other.
“Earth to Piper.” Hael waves her hand in front of my face as we sit in the dining hall eating lunch. “Are you okay?” The concern in her eyes is genuine.
“I’m fine.” I think. With a little distance from Galen now, I can see how bizarre things were last night and this morning. He’s like a bulldozer that overtook my life from the moment we stood outside his house.
“What happened with Marcus last night?” she asks. I’ve shared my concern over the way he’s been acting towards me, and she knows I’m waiting for sex until marriage.
“We broke up.” I shrug. Realizing how little it bothers me is what actually bothers me. I gave him six months of my life and shared myself with him in ways I hadn’t with another man before. But letting him go, setting myself free from him, brings me relief.
“Whoa.” Hael takes a sip of her root beer. “So where were you last night, then? You never came home.” I don’t know how to explain that I went from the pan straight into the fire.
“It’s complicated,” I mutter around a french fry I steal from her plate. My stupid student card will only allow me a five-dollar lunch limit, which equals out to an apple and a soup. I usually load up on apples or oranges to fill me through the day.
“I’m listening,” Hael implores, sucking on her straw.
Exhaling dramatically, I don’t know how to tell her that I was consumed by a man, a complete stranger, and have no regrets. I think I would have even slept with him if he’d pressed for it, but he didn’t. It was almost like he knew my reservations before marriage.
He seems to know a lot of little things about me, and I have to wonder why. Like how the clothes his friend left would fit me perfectly. The way I like my coffee. Iced, always.
“I met a man.” And Galen was all man to the extreme.
“Do tell.” She leans forward with her chin resting on her hand.
“His name is Galen.” I melted when he told me to call him Daddy Galen. “Uhm, he shared his umbrella with me in the rain after I stormed out of Marcus’ house.” Which I need to go back to so I can get my phone and purse. It’s pure luck that I left my lunch card at home yesterday after classes, and Hael was kind enough to bring it for me.
“Galen. Sounds chivalrous,” Hael sighs. She loves a good love story. We both do. It’s why we’re studying English Lit. We’d both love to become romance authors. “What’s he look like?”
Oh lord. “Six and a half feet of pure muscle. He’s got these forest-green eyes that could melt the Irish Sea if it ever froze over. He’s manly in all the right ways. He brushed and braided my hair.” I point to the braids still in place. “His hair is short but thick, and I could spend hours weaving my fingers through the soft locks.”
“That so?” I spin around at his voice and nearly swallow my tongue. Galen is wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos on his arms, a matching black tie around his neck, and the cinched vest only makes me want to jump him. Add in the perfect-fitting dress pants, and I nearly lose my mind.
“What are you doing here?” I hiss, wondering if I conjured him up by speaking about him.
“I missed you.” He offers me a hand, glancing past me to the food on my plate. The sad-looking soup and half-eaten apple make him scowl. “That what you’re having for lunch?” I give a shaky nod as he pulls me to my feet and leads me out of the hall. Everyone stares at us.
“It’s sort of all I can afford.” I feel gross saying that out loud.
“How long until your next class?” He checks his watch.
“I don’t have another until three.” Hael and I usually kill the afternoon in the lunch hall or the library.
I’m still being dragged around by my hand until I stumble. Whirling me around, his hands grip my waist and neck, and his mouth crashes down over mine in the middle of the steps. I wilt into him, giving myself over to this man who has me spinning and off-kilter with how well he takes control of me.
My heart hammers in my chest as he devours my lips, taking everything he wants and leaving very little for me to do but enjoy the ride. Fisting his perfectly-pressed shirt in my hands, I realize he’ll be wrinkled by the time I let go, and I have the feeling he just won’t care.
Pressing my body closer to him, he angles my head for deeper access as his tongue twirls around mine gently but with a firm command to surrender any resistance I have. I feel an answering pulse between my thighs and try to rub it away, but I only make the ache worse.
“Fuck me. I can’t tell you how much I needed that,” he says gruffly as he pulls away, eyes nearly black with lust and need. “My baby need an orgasm?” I whimper at the suggestion. “Come with Daddy, then.” I follow along like a helpless puppy, pleased that my master will give me just what I want as we climb into the back of a waiting limo.
Before I can respond, Galen whips off his leather belt and tells me to open wide. “Bite down on this,” is the only warning I get as he lays me down on one of the bench seats and removes my shorts.
His eyes eat me alive as he pushes up my shirt to expose my breasts. My nipples tingle with desire, but he focuses on the pulsing pussy. Lifting my hips to his face, Galen doesn’t waste any time as he dives in face first. The scruff of his beard scratches my thighs and adds to the need pulsing through me like whips of lightning. He feasts upon me like I’m his last meal, tongue flicking at my clit and tight hole as his teeth nip at my outer lips. Sucking and licking his way up and down my slit like he owns it.
Lord, he does.
He so owns me.
I’m Galen’s girl now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Daddy,” I whine through the belt between my teeth.
“Shhh, doll. Be a good girl for Daddy.” I mewl when he bites down on my clit, swallowing back the scream that claws up my throat.
Adding his fingers to the mix, one slips into my pussy, getting soaked before moving back. I tense as he pushes the digit through my back door. It’s uncomfortable at first, but then he adds one to my pussy, and I come undone. Locked in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of my life, my body jerks in his hold, and he doesn’t stop even as I attempt to nudge him off. Feet on his shoulders, pushing, Galen doesn’t move. He eats me to another orgasm, sucking them out of me like they’re candy and I’m feeding him the sweetest treat in the world.
“Please, please, please, Daddy Galen, I can-” Another hits, and I swear I black out. He adds a second digit to each hole, his teeth massaging my sensitive bundle while his eyes lock on mine, and I realize he won’t stop until he’s ready, and I had just better hang on for the ride.
Tears spring to the surface, and I can’t keep them from falling as my back bows again, and my legs shake uncontrollably as he sucks more energy from me, lapping at my pussy in languid strokes to bring me down from the edge.
A sob escapes me, and his eyes soften with pleasure when he finally withdraws his mouth from my body. His fingers remain, gently stroking in and out of each hole until I spasm again.
“You are so fucking perfect. Do you have any idea how hot it is that you can come so many times in a row without needing a break and more stimulation? I bet I could make you come from sucking on your tits, too.” I don’t argue; he probably could.
His hands retreat from my body, and he licks and sucks the fingers on the hand that had a field day with my sex before grabbing some wet wipes and washing his other ones.
“Tonight, we have plans. What time is your last class finished?”
“Uhm…” He expects me to form coherent thoughts after what he just did to me? “Five, I think.”
“I’ll be here by then.” As he begins cleaning me up and then feeds me a turkey sandwich with a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of water, I realize over an hour has passed since we entered his car.
“What about you?” I’m hesitant to ask, but he made me see the moon.
His lips lift in a sexy smirk that makes me wet all over again. “I’ll begin teaching you how to suck my dick tonight.” My eyes widen because he makes it sound like a threat, and with how big his appendage is, I think it just might be.
Glancing down at his lap, I notice how hard he is and can’t help asking, “Can I have a little taste, Daddy? Please.” I pout, hoping he’ll give me what I want. He’s come on me twice now, and neither time did I get even a hint of what he tastes like.
“Yeah, baby doll, you can.” He groans as he undoes his pants, releasing a dick that has to be too large to fit in any of my orifices. He’s massive. More so than the glimpses I caught previously.
Oh boy.
“Lick Daddy up like a lollipop.” Moaning my need, I slip down to my knees between his legs and grab hold. My hands don’t even wrap all the way around him. “Squeeze tight as you can, baby.”
Gulping, I say a prayer before dipping down to lick across the slit at the top. He’s wet and hot and pulses in my palms as I lap up the drops of cum leaking from him. I startle when his strong hand cups the back of my head.
“Keep licking, Piper.” The way he groans indicates he’s close to coming, and I want that; I want every part of him. And I want to swallow him all the way down.
“Yes, Daddy Galen.” A jet of cum spurts from the tip, making a mess of my lips. Glancing up, I hold eye contact as I lick him off my mouth and make a show of letting him see his pleasure on my tongue before ingesting it.
“Put the tip in your mouth and suck.” I do as he says and squeeze my fists tighter around his girth before jacking him off.
Both of his hands dig through my hair now, and he secures me in place as he thrusts in shallow dips so only the crown of his cock pumps in and out of my mouth. I moan deeply when I feel him begin to explode.
“Fucking swallow like my dirty little whore.” My core pulses with need at his word choice. Lord, this man does wild things to me. “Fuck, Pipe, fuck,” he groans loudly as I continue to swallow him down, not wasting a single drop.
Once he’s finished and his body relaxes, I lick along his shaft, treating him to a warm tongue bath until he shudders and yanks me back by the hair.
Slamming his lips over mine, he fucks my mouth with his tongue, and I squirm in his lap, needing to feel like we’re one and worrying that he’ll run off once he gets what we both so desperately want.
“Tonight.” Galen traces my jaw with a finger, tipping my head up so I can stare him in the eye. “I’m making you mine.” My eyes widen, and I give a nod of my head.
How I wish I knew what I was agreeing to at that moment.