Chapter 3
Chapter Three
PIPER
Steam rises around us, and Mr. Wicked kisses me like he already knows me by heart. It ruins me a little—the thought that someone could know me in such a way when we’ve only known each other for maybe an hour.
And, God, he’s taking his time, just like he said he would with things he wanted.
Right now, that thing happens to be me and I’m glad it doesn’t feel like he’s rushing toward an ending. I want to savor every second of this.
His tongue drags over my lower lip, and I open for him without thinking. My breath shudders out against his mouth, and he catches it, kissing me deeper.
The control in the kiss almost wrecks me more than the hunger.
A rush of heat pools between my thighs, and I press them together against the sweet, sweet ache. I may go crazy just from that one thing.
His thumb strokes the edge of my waist, almost in response, like he knows what he’s doing to me.
The half-growl he makes against my mouth makes me believe it, and a hungry shiver ripples through me.
He licks my lips and dips his tongue deeper inside my mouth, groaning as though savoring the taste of me.
The vibration of the sound moves between us, humming through my body.
I moan from the spike of pleasure. Any gentleness goes straight out the window after that.
He yanks me closer, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against the rock-hard muscles of his abs.
And his cock. It presses into my stomach, giving me a prelude of what to expect. He’s massive.
My breasts crush to his chest, and my heartbeat rockets out of control. Sweet Jesus, where in the world did this guy learn how to kiss like this?
No one has ever kissed me like they already knew exactly how to undo me. I’m unraveling at the seams, spiraling deeper into his dare. He sucks on my bottom lip, then releases it with a deep groan and inches away to gaze at me. “You’re all mine tonight, Butterfly.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends another pulse of desire through me. Moving back to my lips, he kisses me like he wants to consume me. His hands roam down my shoulders and down, down, down straight to my thighs, where he caresses the cotton of the bikini bottoms.
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispers over my lips, the command slipping through me like silk and fire all at once.
I move my legs apart. As soon as I do, his fingers flick beneath the edge of the bikini bottoms and he swipes his thumb across my pussy, straight to where I’m slick for him.
I moan out loud, and even louder when he presses against the hard nub of my clit.
Holy shit. The pleasure is indescribable and so intense I want to scream.
“You like my fingers here.” One stroke, then another.
“Yes.”
“You’re so wet for me.” He strokes harder with more purpose, his gaze hungry. “More, Butterfly?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes sliding shut. “More, please.” God, I’ve resorted to begging. And I have no shame about it. Not when he makes pleasure feel this consuming.
His touch is so good it’s almost painful. The building pressure in my core throbs, and I never want it to end.
He adds another finger and pumps harder, his hand splashing the water as he moves in and out of me. He moves faster, finger-fucking me. I arch into him, my body bending against the thrills shooting through me.
“Oh my… God,” I moan.
I arch deeper, and he lowers his head to my left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my top. The pull of his mouth on my breast reaches all the way down to my groin, and the combination of his mouth and his fingers sends me over the edge.
The spark of a ruthless orgasm stirs inside me, fueled by his touch. My body tightens around the feeling, chasing it desperately even before it fully arrives. But then he pulls away and slows his pumping.
His hungry stare pins me. I don’t think I can breathe. The cool night air does the breathing for me, moving through lungs I no longer control. As he holds my gaze, his hand drags up my back and stops at the hook of my bikini top.
He strokes the sensitive skin, brushing beneath the hook.
The challenge in his stare tells me he wants my clothes off and he’s not asking.
The hook snaps, and my top loosens before falling down into the water, leaving my breasts exposed to him.
Cool air brushes over my skin, making the moment feel even more intimate somehow.
Those sharp eyes of his take me in, roaming over the huge swells of my breasts with my hardened nipples practically in his face.
“You look like a fucking masterpiece.” His gaze drags over me, slow and unapologetic.
My breath falters, slowing until the last trace hangs on the edge of my sanity. I’ve been called many things in my life. Masterpiece is a first and the one I’ll never forget. Especially because he said it like he truly meant it.
I want to say something, but all words stall in my mind, as frozen as I am.
Bowing his head, Mr. Wicked moves closer and nuzzles his face against my breasts. He inhales me as he licks the valley between, then traces his tongue over my breast to curl around my nipple. The rough scrape of his tongue on my bare skin sends a violent shudder through me.
Any control I had fizzles into the air and I reach for him, grabbing his shoulder.
He sucks my breast harder, then moves to the other, giving it the same attention.
My hands move across his shoulders, searching for purchase in the steel cords of muscles. He grabs the closest hand and brings it down to his cock, closing my fingers around his length through his shorts.
“Feel what you do to me,” he groans, guiding my hand to rub up and down his length. “I’ve been hard from the first moment I saw you.” The confession feeds something reckless growing inside me.
Feeling his cock in my hands turns me on even more, and I shamelessly want him inside me.
He pulls me close for another heated kiss, all while his fingers are still inside me, working my body into a frenzy.
It’s been so long since I was touched like this, my poor, neglected body soaks up the attention like a sponge, taking everything he gives me. And still I want more. Enough that it frightens me a little beneath the pleasure.
He releases my hand from his cock and stops teasing my clit, then he slides his hands under my ass to lift me onto the edge of the tub to sit. “I need to taste you properly.”
His gaze drops to my bikini bottoms. Heat burns through me before he reaches out to grab the band and slide it down my legs.
Then I’m naked.
Completely and utterly naked. And the way he’s looking at me—already devouring me with his eyes—sets my skin on fire.
There’s nothing hesitant in his stare. No uncertainty whatsoever. Just raw male hunger fixed entirely on me.
He spreads my legs wide and steadies me. Just as my feet rest on the tub’s seat, he lowers his face between my thighs and his hot mouth sucks on my pussy. Pleasure swirls through my body, and all I can do is arch into him.
Tilting my hips, he draws my clit deeper into his mouth, and a hot wave of ecstasy leaves me paralyzed. The incredible sensations build, giving me something I never knew I needed. Then I come.
I come, moaning and gasping like I haven’t drawn breath in eons. I wish I knew his name so I could call it.
My devious devil drinks my arousal, licking my clit with the promise of more in every stroke of his tongue. Then he pauses to gaze at me, watching me come undone in his arms. “You taste like you already belong to me, Butterfly.”
The declaration strikes somewhere dangerously deep inside me, but I don’t have the energy left to be afraid of it.
“More?” he adds.
That’s like asking me if the grass is green. “Yes, more.”
He shifts higher and cups my face. “I’ll give you more, but this time, you’re coming on my cock.”
I nod and swallow past the lump of arousal clogging my throat.
“Good girl.” He moves closer like he’s going to kiss me again but stops before he reaches my lips. “Are you on birth control, Butterfly?”
“Yes.”
A sinful spark ignites in his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to fuck you raw.” The crude words spin through my mind and every image. “I’m clean. You?”
“Yes.” I definitely don’t have that problem.
“I won’t be gentle.”
My eyes widen slightly, but I quickly compose my mind, thinking of what I want, too. “Don’t be,” I say, sounding so certain it’s scary. And I completely gloss over the fact that his bold statement was my last chance to turn back. I have no intention of going anywhere, so it doesn’t matter.
The crude smile dancing on his lips leaves nothing about his intentions hidden. I just gave him permission to do whatever he wants to me, and it looks like he plans to do exactly that.
He pushes his shorts down his legs, freeing his cock. My breath goes short as I take in his massive size and length, and how hard he is.
Anticipation curls through me, sharp enough to make my soul tense.
Mr. Wicked slips an arm around me, and I’m surprised when he pulls me back into the water, onto his lap to straddle him.
“This way first. You ride me.”
The confidence in his tone strips away any illusion that I have control here.
But ride him? I’m still having trouble just breathing and focusing around him.
He positions me over his cock, and all thoughts flee from my mind. The hard head pushes into me, and my breath goes short.
One thrust, and he’s inside me, and oh my God, the jolt of pleasure is so strong I see stars.
“Holy shit, Butterfly, your pussy is so fucking tight.”
He pushes deeper and we groan together, sharing the sweet sensation, then he starts moving inside me.
Tingles race down my spine, morphing into blasts of electricity as his thrusts become harder and faster. I bounce up and down on his cock, the water splashing around us.
I think some part of me is supposed to feel ashamed. I’m letting a total stranger fuck me bareback in a hot tub on the rooftop of his club, and all I feel is good.