Chapter 5
FIVE
PIPER
Ivy & Piper’s Guide to Life Rule Number Sixteen:
Don’t sleep with a man until the third date.
W ith a resigned sigh, I cinched the belt of the robe tighter and tiptoed out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind me. The lamps outside filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the living area in soft yellow light.
My heart jumped into my throat as I caught sight of the massive silhouette waiting on the other side of the glass. I slid the door open as quietly as possible, wincing at the soft scrape of metal on metal.
The humidity enveloped me as soon as I stepped out onto the small sliver of concrete that constituted a patio. “Hey.”
Dane’s eyes widened as they raked over me. “Hey, yourself,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on the deep V of the robe. “Thought you might’ve changed your mind.”
“Not at all,” I replied, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt. Goosebumps prickled my skin despite the warm evening, and even with the robe wrapped tightly around me, I felt exposed. I cleared my throat. “Do you, um, want to come inside?”
Where was the bold girl from the hallway when I needed her ?
A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, and he inclined his head toward the open doorway. “Ladies first.”
I was acutely aware of his closeness as I slid the door closed behind us. The soft click of the latch engaging seemed to echo in the quiet room as I turned to face him.
“Have a seat,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. “We just need to be quiet.”
Dane stripped off his kutte and placed it on the coffee table before settling onto the sofa, his massive frame making it look comically undersized.
“Come here,” he said, patting a sliver of cushion near his thigh.
I perched on the edge and smoothed my damp palms over my lap, willing my body to relax. His fingers brushed against my lower back, and I reflexively jerked away with a nervous squeak.
“You’re shaking,” he said, pulling his hand back like he’d been burned. “Would you feel better if I left?”
“No.” I turned to face him, warmth pooling low in my belly as my knee brushed his thigh. “It’s not that. I want you here. I want this. I’m just…” I trailed off, searching for the right words.
“Nervous?” he guessed, his voice laced with amusement.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I nodded before admitting, “A little. It’s been a while.”
His expression softened, and he reached over to cup my jaw, guiding my face toward his. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Piper,” he said, his thumb stroking along my cheekbone. “Let’s take things slow and just talk.”
Something about the gentleness of his touch, so at odds with his imposing presence, calmed my racing heart and settled my rolling stomach. I took a deep breath and nodded. “All right. What should we talk about?”
Dane shifted, pulling me closer until I was nestled against his side. The heat radiating from his body seeped through the lightweight cotton of the robe, easing some of the tension from my shoulders. “Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you’re not serenading men with power ballads or entertaining stalkers like me?”
“Discreet admirer,” I corrected with a soft laugh before adding, “ I’m a baker. Well, technically, I’m a pastry chef working in a bakery, but six of one, half a dozen of the other.”
His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A baker… Not what I expected.”
“What, can’t picture me in an apron?”
“Oh no, I can picture it just fine, darlin’,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You look damn good in it too.”
My breath caught at the compliment, and I struggled to keep my voice steady as I said, “I’ll have you know I’m quite talented in the kitchen. In fact, I’ve been saving up to open my own place someday.”
“Don’t doubt that for a second,” Dane murmured, lowering his gaze to my lips. “How close are you to making it happen?”
“Pretty close, actually,” I said, unable to mask my excitement. “I’m hoping to have a lease signed on a building by the end of the year.”
He nodded approvingly. “Impressive. Takes a lot of grit to start your own business.”
I relaxed into his side, my earlier nervousness fading. “It does, but it’s worth it. There’s a certain romantic aspect to taking everyday ingredients and creating something amazing. It’s like, in some small way, I get to be a part of someone’s big moments, you know?”
As I spoke, his hand began tracing lazy patterns on my arm. “What’s your favorite thing to bake?”
“Honestly?” I bit my lip with a grin. “Cinnamon rolls. They’re super time-intensive, but the results are so worth it.”
“God, I can’t remember the last time I had homemade cinnamon rolls. My baking skills are limited to toaster pastries.”
“No way. Store-bought doesn’t hold a candle to these. I could teach you how to make them,” I offered, then immediately felt foolish. What was I thinking, offering to bake for a man I would never see again after tonight?
“The biker and the baker,” Dane mused with a low chuckle. “Pretty sure I saw an author selling that exact story at the event.”
“Not to brag, but I snagged the last copy,” I said, getting up to grab it from the book cart. “Thought it might be a good place for us to start.” I bent to retrieve it from the stack before sauntering back to the couch, hips slightly swaying.
Dane kept his eyes on me even as he reached down to adjust himself. That and the hard set of his jaw were all the motivation I needed.
“Here.” I handed him the book before loosening the belt of my robe. His breathing shifted as the fabric slid down my shoulders, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the tops of my breasts.
In one fluid motion, I straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his muscular thighs. His erection flexed under me, and my lips parted on a strangled moan.
“You okay?” I whispered, leaning down to nip at his ear.
Dane latched onto my hips and lifted me off his lap. The feral growl that tore through his chest as he forced me to my knees had me pressing my thighs together in anticipation.
Instead of reaching for his belt, his fingers slid into my hair, carefully unraveling the messy bun until the dark strands fell in loose waves around my shoulders.
“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious under his intense scrutiny.
He exhaled a quiet laugh and shook his head. “Just admiring the view, darlin’. You’re so goddamned beautiful. Been waiting all day to see you down on your knees for me.”
My cheeks flushed at his praise, a mixture of pride and desire swirling in my belly as I reached for his belt buckle.
Because he was absolutely getting a blow job.
Dane caught my wrists, stopping me. “Easy. We’ve got all night.”
“Please?” I pouted, peering up at him through my lashes.
His resolve crumbled at the plea. With a jerky nod, he loosened his grip, giving me silent permission to continue.
I made quick work of his belt and zipper before tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his magnificent erection. My mouth watered at the sight of him, thick and hard and already glistening at the tip.
He toed off his boots and set his wallet on the end table before stripping off his remaining clothes.
“Go on then,” he said gruffly, teeth sinking into the corner of his lip as he fisted his cock.
With a wordless nod, I pushed him toward the couch before shrugging the robe off. I crawled to him, noting the flare of his nostrils and subtle tightening in his jaw as his eyes roamed my body. Like his control was a thread precariously close to snapping.
I took my time, running my hands over the spectacular terrain of his muscular thighs before wrapping my fingers around the base of his dark, swollen shaft.
My breath ghosted over his heated flesh, and Dane hissed out a breath before gathering my hair in his fist. I flicked my tongue out and traced the prominent vein along his cock before swirling it over the precum beading at the tip.
“Fuck, Piper,” he said with a groan, his fingers tightening against my scalp.
Emboldened by his reaction, I wrapped my lips around the velvet smooth crown, humming in pleasure when his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Just like that,” he gritted out as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth, his voice strained. “You’re so good at this.”
I relaxed my throat and slid my mouth over him as far down as I could go. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I held him there, using my hand to stroke what didn’t fit in my mouth. I peered up through my lashes as his head fell back against the couch, reveling in the way his words of praise cut off in a soft moan. When I pulled back to take a breath, a string of saliva connected my lips to his glistening cock.
Watching the sexy giant come undone because of me was something I wanted to commit to my memory so I could relive it long after tonight.
Without warning, Dane hauled me onto his lap and crushed his mouth to mine, devouring my gasp of surprise. I shivered as my breasts collided with the hard planes of his chest, and he made a low sound in the back of his throat before capturing them in his hands.
His calloused fingers closed around the diamond-hard peaks of my nipples, stroking and tugging the tight buds until I was arching into him with incoherent pleas for more. With a growl, he flipped us so I was on my back on the couch, his massive frame looming over me.
He trailed his fingers along my inner thighs before wrenching them wide open, baring every part of me to his hungry gaze. “So wet for me already,” he murmured, stroking my slick folds .
Two thick fingers plunged inside my body, and I bucked against his hand with a whimper, driving them deeper. His thumb found my clit, circling it with maddening precision. “You’re perfect,” he breathed against my skin.
My eyelids went heavy as he lowered his head to my heavy breasts, running his beard over the stiff peaks before sucking one into his mouth.
“Please,” I begged, quickly losing myself to the expert rhythm of his mouth and hand. The coil of tension in my core wound tighter and tighter, my inner muscles pulsing wildly around his fingers. As he continued to stroke my clit with his thumb, I snapped, coming apart with a violent shudder.
While I lay trembling and thoroughly debauched on the sofa, Dane grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it on with practiced ease before draping my boneless body across his lap.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he said, nuzzling my neck and jaw.
Goosebumps spread over my skin as he coated himself in my release before guiding me into position. His thick length pressed against my entrance, the blunt head spreading me wide open.
I exhaled roughly as he lifted his hips and forced the first several inches into me, stretching me beyond anything I was used to. The burn of the initial penetration had me clinging to his broad shoulders, nails scoring his skin.
“Relax for me, darlin’,” he commanded in a low rumble against my ear.
I nodded, willing my body to accept him. Even so, I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as he eased me down another torturous inch.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and he hissed through clenched teeth before filling me completely with one long, hard thrust. His hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my cries.
“Breathe,” Dane gritted out. “Nice and easy.”
I sucked in a ragged breath and dropped my forehead to his. He arched up to kiss me again while kneading the curve of my ass with his fingers.
Once my body adjusted to his size, I gave a shaky nod, and his large hands settled over my hips. Instead of the quick, hard pace I expected, he rocked me forward and back in a slow, teasing rhythm.
A tremor racked my body as the ridge of his shaft rubbed against my G-spot, and I rolled my hips faster, chasing more of the delicious friction.
His hands tightened on my hips, forcing us back to a slow, sensual grind before stopping entirely.
“Dane, please,” I choked out.
“You need to be fucked,” he stated, thrusting his hips up in demonstration.
My eyes went hazy, and I rocked shamelessly against him. “God, yes. I want to be so sore tomorrow morning that I can’t even move without thinking of you.”
He grinned and sucked my lower lip between his teeth before growling, “That’s my girl. Hold on.”
My warning was cut short when he gripped my ass for leverage and slammed into me, forcing a gasping moan past my lips.
My back bowed, and he dropped his head, sucking my pebbled nipple between his teeth. He bottomed out with every deep, punishing stroke, pushing me toward another peak embarrassingly fast.
“Taking my cock so well.”
I writhed against him as he drove me higher and higher, my muscles quivering around his thick length. “I’m going to—” I clamped down around him and came so hard I saw stars.
The low din of a Jimmy Buffet song playing on the TV in the background faded to white noise, drowned out by our labored breaths and the wet sounds of his body pumping into mine.
Dane drove into me like a man possessed, his hips snapping up to meet mine with bruising force. I clung to his broad shoulders, muffling my cries against his neck as the pressure built once again.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Ride my cock. Take what you need.”
His fingers found my oversensitive clit, rubbing tight circles that had me trembling on the edge. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm.
“I can’t,” I sobbed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation .
“You can,” he insisted, scraping his teeth along my jaw. “Come for me one more time.”
His command sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, and I plastered my breasts against his chest and climaxed with a silent scream. The peaks of my nipples roughly scraped his skin with each crashing wave of ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his strokes becoming erratic.
The words sparked something primal inside me. I rolled my hips to match his frantic pace, desperate to feel him lose control.
Dane’s teeth slammed together, and his arms tightened around me before he came with a low, guttural groan. We clung to each other as the aftershocks rippled through our bodies.
I slumped against his chest, utterly spent and content. We stayed connected, our ragged breaths slowly evening out.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, too blissed out to form words. A contented hum escaped my lips as he massaged the base of my skull, lulling me into a dreamlike state.
All too soon, he shifted beneath me. I whined in protest and clutched at his shoulders as he lifted me off his lap and laid me back on the couch. The loss of his warmth left me feeling oddly bereft.
“Don’t leave,” I said, reaching for him.
I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “Not leaving. Just taking care of the condom. Then I’m gonna get you cleaned up.”
“Maybe I like being dirty,” I teased, stretching languidly on the couch.
He chuckled low in his throat and padded back over to the couch. “Open for me.”
I let my knees fall open, expecting him to use the towel in his hand. Instead, Dane dropped to his knees between my thighs. My breath caught as he leaned in, his warm exhales fanning over my sensitive flesh.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, propping myself up on my elbows.
He glanced up at me with a wicked grin. “Cleaning you up.”
Before I could process his words, his tongue lapped at the mess between my thighs. I jerked in surprise, a strangled moan escaping my lips.
“Shh,” he cautioned, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Don’t want to wake your friend, do you? Now, lay back and let me clean you up so we can get you dirty again.”
A shiver of anticipation raced down my spine. “Again? Already?”
“Yes, again. And again. And again. A day’s not good enough. I wanna make sure you’re feeling me for weeks.”