19. Piper
Piper
How is it already my last full day at the farm?
Sure, that first week could suck all the dicks in the universe, but then Christian happened, and now all I can think is how much I don’t want to leave.
Which, obviously, I’m not about to tell him—because hey there, crazy girl who caught feelings on borrowed time.
But I don’t want to go, and that’s exactly why I should.
With my messed-up past, it’s probably textbook normal to have attachment issues.
I either want nothing at all, or I want it too much, too fast, and all at once.
There’s no middle ground here, no soft landing. Just full throttle or full retreat.
I feel Christian move against my back, and I soak in every second of this moment.
Tomorrow’s our last morning together, and I already know I’m going to be all in my feelings about it, so I do the only thing I can—I burn it all into my memory.
The scratch of his stubble against my shoulder.
The way his arm lies heavy across my waist, hand low enough to remind me exactly who’s in control here, while his other hand cups my breast like my body belongs to him.
I never dreamed I’d be sleeping naked with this man.
I’ve been naked during sex, but this feels different.
This is intimate in a way that has nothing to do with lust and everything to do with trust. I’ve never let anyone hold me like this, and I’ve certainly never let them fall asleep with their hands on the soft parts of me that some men have cruelly tried to make me feel ashamed of.
But Christian doesn’t avoid them. He holds me like they’re his favorite parts, and like every inch of me is a privilege he doesn’t take for granted.
And when someone touches you like you’re their personal goddess… all those insecurities just evaporate.
Last night, he fucked me so thoroughly we literally passed out connected, and even though his cock definitely slipped out sometime during the night, it’s already hard and heavy against me now, practically begging for attention.
I have no idea what time it is, but honestly?
The world can wait. Christian rolls onto his back as I turn toward him, giving me the view of my dreams. His thick, dark hair is messy against the white pillowcase, reminding me of my wandering hands as I threaded my fingers through it last night.
My gaze drifts lower, tracing the curve of his neck until I reach his muscular chest, and I watch how it rises and falls with each slow, even breath.
Yeah … we’ll see how long you keep breathing that easy.
I trace whisper-light circles across the sculpted lines of his stomach, inching lower until I’m teasing over the most sensitive parts of him.
His breath catches, and his body responds instantly to my touch.
I follow my fingers with my lips, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses across his warm, golden skin while his thighs shift restlessly beneath me.
His hands find my hair, fingers sinking deep as I kiss and suck my way down his body, until I’m face-to-face with the part of him that was buried inside me just hours ago. His grip tightens as I run my tongue along his balls, his entire body going taut the moment I suck one into my mouth.
“Fuck, Piper.”
Yeah, I’m never gonna tire of the way he says my name like that.
“Morning, cowboy,” I purr, curling my fingers around the thick base of his cock, pressing a kiss to the swollen tip.
I take my time with him, teasing him with featherlight kisses and blowing softly across the silky skin, just to watch him shiver. All the while, I keep him in my grasp, loving the way he twitches in my hand and his thighs tense up.
“Alright, Piper. On your knees.” He commands, and I drop so fast I swear the room tilts.
I like him being the boss in the bedroom.
It is what it is.
Some mornings, feminism can go take a seat.
Right now, I just want to be owned, used, and adored.
The floor chills my skin as Christian swings those muscled thighs over the edge of the bed, framing my face like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. When I look up, his eyes are pitch black, dark enough to swallow me whole.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful on your knees like this.
You want this cock?” I nod, already aching for him.
“You’ve earned it after keeping my dick warm in that greedy little cunt all night.
” He threads his fingers through my hair, the other hand guiding his cock to my lips.
“Be a good girl and give me that mouth.” I part my lips eagerly, and he smears the thick tip across my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s it. Get it nice and wet for me. ”
I moan softly, dragging my tongue along the underside of him. My fingers tighten around his thighs as I rake my nails upward, leaving a burning trail that makes his abs clench and his hips jerk forward.
“Give me more,” I beg, and he suddenly stands, wrapping my hair around his fist and forcing my head back.
“You wanna be used, darlin’?” My heart slams against my ribs, and I nod again. “Open up and relax your throat. Show me what that pretty mouth is really for.”
I’ve been on my knees for him almost every day this week, and my body knows exactly what he needs.
I take him deep, letting my lips stretch around his thick length, swallowing him down until he’s seated at the back of my throat.
He uses my hair like a handle, holding me there while he rocks his hips forward in slow thrusts that make my eyes water and my cunt clench.
“Get those fingers in that pussy. Show me how wet you get when I use your mouth like this.”
I slide my hand between my thighs, and the moment my fingers push inside, I moan around him. I’m sensitive from how rough he fucked me last night, but I’m still aching for more. I pull my fingers out and raise them, letting him see the proof of just how wrecked I already am.
Suddenly, he’s got me by the arms, lifting me like I’m light as air, and he falls back onto the bed with a low grunt. He taps his chest with one hand and gives me that dark, dirty smile I’m dying to kiss off his lips.
“Get up here and ride my face. I’m gonna tongue-fuck every moan out of you.”
I drop down, fully seated, and grind against his face as I mark him with every roll of my hips. His groan is muffled beneath me, and his large hands possessively grip my ass, fingers digging in as he holds me still. I lean forward, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other fisting the bed sheets.
I feel him spread me open with his tongue the second I lower my mouth back down on his cock, and Jesus fucking Christ—why the hell haven’t we done this before?
Because this is ecstasy.
Dirty, perfect, mind-melting ecstasy.
His mouth closes around me, tongue forcing its way inside like he’s trying to own me from the inside out.
“Holy shit,” I pant out, dragging my fist down his length. “Eat me just like that, cowboy.”
His face is buried so deep I swear he’s trying to breathe through my pussy, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I nearly lose it. For a second, I forget what I’m even doing. I forget the cock in my mouth. I forget how to breathe, and it’s all because his mouth is that goddamn good.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls against me. “You wait for me.”
I wrap my lips around him again, stroking in time with every suck, spit coating his cock and running down my chin as his hips start to buck beneath me. We’re a writhing, desperate mess, fucking each other’s mouths like it’s the last thing we’ll ever do.
“Fuck, Piper, keep going.” He’s panting, his voice wrecked and wild.
One more flick of his tongue and I detonate. My scream is muffled by his cock as I shatter, thighs clamping around his head as he holds me down and takes every twitch, every grind, and every broken moan I give him.
A second later, I feel him pulsing in my mouth, hot and thick and spilling down my throat as I give him the sloppiest blow job of my life.
My hand keeps moving, jerking him through it, spit and cum coating my fist, dripping down his cock while I moan around him, my body still shaking from the aftershocks.
“How is it possible I already want to be inside you?”he says as I grab something to clean us with.
“Because you’re an insatiable bastard,” I tease, laughing right up until he smacks my ass just hard enough to sting. I roll off him, collapsing against his chest, and my cheek finds its place over his heartbeat.
“Not insatiable,” he corrects, fingers trailing lazy circles along the curve of my spine. “Just addicted to you.”
The truth is, I feel exactly the same way.
It doesn’t matter if he’s got his hands on me or if we’re just sitting in silence. Everything with him hits harder.
I’m hooked.
Completely, utterly, terrifyingly hooked.
“I’ve never needed someone like this before, Piper. I never stop thinking about you and the way your body feels under mine. Makes me ache just looking at you, and I’ve never had that before, not once.”
I turn to face him, curiosity getting the better of me. “What, the handsome and mysterious Christian Crawford wasn’t drowning in women before me?”
His laugh rumbles through his chest, but there’s a softness to it. “Not even close.”
“Bullshit,” I say, arching a brow. “Look at you.”
“It’s the truth. I’ve always been terrified of history repeating itself.”
“You never wanted more children?”
“Only if I had everything I imagined with it. The home. The woman. The stability. And now… well, now, I don’t know. Pretty sure that ship’s already sailed.”
“You know you deserve everything you’ve ever wanted, right?” I reach up and trace his jaw with my fingertip.
“And you”—he catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm—“have your whole life ahead of you, darlin’. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you don’t deserve the same.”
He pulls me closer, lips brushing my forehead in a kiss so tender it makes my chest hurt.