17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Piper
A s I awaken, my thighs are still strumming from earlier. My feet feel around for him, but he’s not there, so I get out of bed, not bothering to check the time, and I throw on my t-shirt that’s lying on the floor. I find him outside in the barn. He’s just in a pair of jeans and the sweat beads down his back, curling his hair, making him look as fresh out of the shower as he did earlier. I’ve never wanted a man so much as I want him. His muscles cord in his arms and outline his legs. His back muscles move with him as he bends down to pick something up off the floor.
He invites me to go see the new stable, and I’m in awe. It’s so beautiful. I’m so proud of him. And as he glances down at me, holding me close, I brush the sweat off his brow, feeling my thighs pulse for him, and after we both exchange the same beautiful sentiment to each other, I don’t hold back. My voice is a whisper, my eyes are dark, as I tell him to fuck me.
“Here?” He asks softly, his lips close enough for me to kiss. The heat from his skin radiating on mine, making my skin sizzle, making me feel like I’m starved for his touch.
I nod as his head tilts, and I mirror him. The second his lips touch mine my thighs wet. He guides my arms around his neck and then his hands skate down to my ass, where he squeezes my cheeks and lifts me to him, resting my butt on the exam table. He undoes his pants and as I hear his fly slide down, my heart skips a beat. What it is about his zipper that drives me crazy, I don’t know. The anticipation is too much. I pull my shirt over my head as his pants hit the ground and he kicks them off.
“Not too sore?” He murmurs, checking, as I spread my legs around him, and he guides his hardened cock to me.
I shake my head no, as his lips find mine, and he enters me. God, the feeling of him filling me is so exquisite, I let out a soft moan. It’s like sex with him is my new lifeline. His pelvis pushes in and out, stretching me, touching all the places, up until a few hours ago, I didn’t know existed. He supports my back with his hands as he angles my back, gaining access to my naked breasts. His mouth on them makes my eyes roll into the sockets. His cock is so perfect, as it moves in and out of me, fitting to me like a glove.
When I cry out, feeling myself climb, needing my release already, he looks at me, with a twinge of worry in his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?”
“God, no.” I pant. “Fuck me, Billy. I need you.”
He speeds, balls slapping on my ass, and then he hits a spot, and it sends me spiraling down a tunnel of pleasure and lust. It’s so intense I lose control and cry out, panting, making sounds I don’t even recognize. But it feels so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like my body is possessed, and Billy is in charge of it. He can have all the power he wants here. I’m addicted. As I start to come down off my high, he doesn’t stop. His lips find my breasts, and he licks and sucks them, leaving my lips, bringing me to another high quickly, expertly, effortlessly, and in moments, I’m coming again, and this time even more intensely, shattering me.
I can feel his cock fully engorge, and I want to feel him come inside me so bad. “Billy, I want to feel you come inside me.”
His gaze meets mine as he pants, slowing slightly. “When was your last period, baby.” He asks through a pant, looking so fucking sexy, on the edge of an orgasm.
“It’s due anytime.”
“You sure?” He asks, his voice pleading, like he’s dying to come.
I nod. “Uh huh.” I grunt softly. “God, fuck me hard, Billy.” I gasp, as desperate as he is.
He speeds, holding my head, kissing me like I’m his only source of oxygen, as I grasp his ass, pushing him into me, feeling my third orgasm rip through me, as his seed spurts into me, wetting me, making me feel completely drunk on lust, not on this planet. “Jesus....fuck.” He grunts between kisses, emptying inside me. His cock jerks with every eruption, giving me bursts of excitement mixed with all the sensations. It’s phenomenal. It’s intoxicating. It’s an unbelievable feeling and it’s all him.
We’re both fighting for breath as we finish together. He rests his head on my shoulder for a moment, and then he kisses it, and lifts his head, holding me tight to him as he rights himself, and we’re both upright. “God, that was fucking unbelievable, baby.” He says, winded.
“It was.”
“You’re not sore?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.” I smirk.
He smiles. “What?”
“You broke me.”
A chuckle. “I suppose, in a way, I did.”
He gently pulls out of me, and lifts me, not bothering to cover either of us. We’re both naked as he carries me back to the house, oblivious that we’re exposed to the world, even though it’s the middle of the night, and not a soul is to be found. No cars drive by, nothing. He closes the door and carries me to the bedroom, delivering sweet kisses as he does. “I suppose we best be careful. Neither one of us wants to have babies right now. This was a one-time only deal, darlin’.” He says gently.
“It was worth it.”
“I agree. Making love to you raw like that is fucking hot, baby. But if you want to do it like that more often, we need to be more careful. My mama herself will tell both of us that using the rhythm method is a dangerous game.”
“Certainly. I’ll go on the pill, Billy.”
“I’ll leave that up to you, baby. I’m fine wearing a condom, or whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“We don’t need to talk about this right now, honey. Let’s get some sleep.” I tell him as he lies me down on the bed and then he lies next to me.
“You’re right. I’m tired beyond tired, baby.”
I pull him to me, so his head rests on my chest, and I comb my fingers through his hair, until his breathing becomes shallow, and I know that he’s asleep. When I wake up, he’s spooning me from behind, still sound asleep. Even when I turn over to face him, all he does is turn over onto his back. I look at the clock and it’s six o’clock, with the light indicating that he’s going to be awakened in thirty minutes. As he turns onto his back, I can clearly see his cock at half mast, and it makes my thighs ache.
Feeling brave, I inch my way down the sheets, pulling them away from him, so he’s exposed. His dick is so fucking perfect. What possesses me to do this, I have no idea, but I suck the tip. The second I do that, it jerks, and he wakes up with a quick inhale. “Holy fuck, darlin’.” He says, dreamily.
His cock becomes hard as a rock, and it spurs me on. I suck down the length of it, not knowing fully what I’m doing, but I take Billy’s lead, as he starts to grunt softly, and his pelvis starts to move. “God, baby. You are so good at that.” He whispers.
My hand is around his shaft. My mouth is filled with him, as far down as I can go without setting off my gag reflex. I’ve heard all the fuss about giving men blow jobs, and I’ve always wanted to know. His cock is very motivating, and the way that he squirms and grunts as I suck him, makes my chest puff out with pride. Suddenly, I feel his hand at my ass, as I’m crouched astride. He guides me over, pulling my butt to his face, lifting my leg over, so his mouth is on my wetness. And I now know what a sixty-nine is.
...it’s wonderful.
As his lips and tongue pleasure me, I find myself even more motivated to suck and pump him. The pleasure is intense and heady, as we both mutually please each other. His tongue is moving at lightning speed, bringing me so close to the edge, and then he sucks it, and I plunge off the edge, coming at his face, sucking him, moaning on his cock, as he licks my clit, making me come again, like it’s no challenge for him. As I feel the final ebbs, he lifts his head out from under me, and flips me over, plunging inside me, fucking me hard, making the bed squeak and the headboard bang against the wall.
“Oh, fuck me, Billy!” I shout, feeling my second orgasm come so fast with his speed, and I can tell by his face that he’s going to come, too, as he pulls my face to his, and kisses me so deeply, so erotically, coming inside me again, fucking me with so much vigor, driving me to grasp the sheets until my knuckles are white, and my back is arched almost completely off the bed. His cock drives in and out of me, as he comes, wetting me again, sending me to the edge with him. I don’t realize how much of a grasp I have on the sheets, until my fingers start to cramp.
He slows, still kissing me erotically, but slower, as we both come down. He’s breathless when he says. “You wake me up like that again, baby. You get whatever you want.”
I chuckle, breathless. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He rests his hands above my head, cupping my face. “Good mornin’, darlin’.”
“Good morning.”
“It is a good mornin’, thanks to you and those beautiful lips of yours, wrapped around me like that. You are the sexiest goddess that ever lived.”
“It’s your beautiful cock that made me do it.”
The ‘v’ that forms at his brows is as sexy as hell, and his matter-of-fact, comical tone is even sexier. “My dick spoke to you?”
I nod dramatically. “Oh, yes....it did.”
“Well, I’m glad you answered back.” He wiggles his brows. If I didn’t just have him, I’d want him again, he’s so fucking sexy.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me, Billy.”
He points at himself, still playful. “Me? Hell, because of you, I just shot my wad in you again, darlin’. I know how much you like that. We are playing with fire here, baby. You best be deciding which way y’all want to go, because the way we’re headed, with you waking me up like this, I’m gonna end up knockin’ you up right quick.”
“I do like it.” I admit salaciously. It’s difficult to have a serious conversation when he’s still inside me. His washboard stomach leaning on mine, his sexy, just fucked facial expression staring at me.
“I know you do, darlin’.” He chuckles, sexy as hell, and that’s when his alarm beeps. “Shit. I gotta get up, baby.” He says, carefully pulling out of me, and turning his alarm clock off.
“That’s okay. I’ve got to get up, too.”
He comes back to my face and kisses me, full on the mouth. “Who needs an alarm clock when I’ve got you.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
He rubs his nose on mine and chuckles. “I love you, darlin’.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’m gonna get dressed right quick and get outside, and try my damndest not to act like I just had a blow job at the getgo this morning.”
I laugh out loud. If it was anyone else saying that, I’d be offended, but the way he says it, it’s equal parts sexy, playful, and gracious. “You? Hell, I went from virgin to learning what a sixty-nine is in under twelve hours.”
He rises, still hard, looking so goddamn good I don’t know how I’m going to not take him again. He laughs. “I suppose you’re right there, darlin’.” I watch him pull his jeans on, and struggle to do them up with his dick still hard.
“You having trouble?” I ask, teasing.
He chuckles his answer and gives up, since he’s too hard to do it all the way up. “It’ll have to wait for now.”
I rise, naked, and he looks me up and down. “You’re not helping.”
“You’re the one standing there with no underwear, and a hard-on.”
He lifts a hand. “Tell you what. Since we have a problem, and we’re going to have a load of people here soon, why don’t we save it for later, hm? I’ll go jump in a cold shower, and you go make yourself some breakfast.”
“Sounds good.” I smile, walking away from him, as his eyes stay on me. I make no effort to put clothes on, and he can’t take his eyes off me.
“You are not playing fair, missy.”
“You are the one not going into the shower.”
“You’re the one walking around naked, making my hard-on stay.”
“I like you hard.”
He rakes a hand through his hair. “Baby,” A draft comes from the hallway and makes my nipples harden and perk up, very obviously. He snorts, defeated, and rakes another hand through his hair. “Fuck...me.” He curses at himself. “Goddamn...you’re killing me, darlin’.”
I take the t-shirt and slide it over my head. My nipples are very defined under the shirt. “Shit.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You have no idea how much fucking trouble we’re in, do you.” His tone is still playful.
I laugh again. “Okay, putting pajamas on now.” I say, throwing him a bone. I don’t want to annoy him, even though I’m pretty sure that I’m not.
“No, you go take a shower and get ready, baby. I’ll go get breakfast going.”
I put a hand on my waist. “How are you going to do your pants up?”
“I’ll leave them for now.” He shrugs, pants still half open.
We both keep doing double takes as we separate, chuckling, having fun being playful together. I take a shower and meet him in the kitchen ten minutes later. He’s got a shirt on, and his pants are done up. He’s been checking emails and getting caught up on some of the tasks that I left him to get done when he has a chance. He’s deep in thought when I come downstairs, so I don’t disturb him. I’m sitting at the kitchen table when he finally pokes his head up from the office. “Hey, baby. I made some eggs. They’re just in the pan.”
“Thanks. I...seem to have worked up an appetite.”
That gets a warning smirk and a finger lift. But he’s not relenting. “Now, you behave yourself.” He winks.
That’s when there’s a knock at the front door. “That must be the Paxton boys.” Billy says with a grunt, rising off the desk chair.
But when I follow him to the door, and he opens it, it’s not the Paxton boys.
...and Billy’s face turns as pale as a sheet.