Chapter 34
Piper
I’m still clinging to him when he pushes through the locker room door.
My legs remain wrapped tightly around his waist, my face buried into the side of his neck.
“Everyone out,” he barks.
There’s immediate movement around us. Lockers slam shut one after another, footsteps hurry out of the room, and a second later the heavy metal door shuts with a loud echo, leaving the locker room suddenly silent.
He sets me down onto a hard surface.
A gasp leaves me as the cold touches my skin, but I barely register that he sat me on a table before his mouth finds mine again.
And as usual, the kiss steals the air from my lungs.
His tongue slides past my lips and deepens the kiss, and I answer him just as desperately, my hands moving over him from his chest to his shoulders before tangling into his hair, gripping tightly, pulling him closer because it still doesn’t feel close enough.
My legs remain locked around him, and I feel the hard twitch of his erection beneath the thin fabric of his shorts.
Every thought about how wrong this is disappears beneath the dizzying intensity between us.
“I need you,” he growls into my lips. “Now.”
He bites my lower lip before pulling back slightly to look at me, his eyes dark and searching.
“I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
His words make my pussy clench.
“Do you think you can take that?” He bites my lip again. “Take me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, not recognising my own voice.
He studies me for another second, making sure I mean it, and then he kisses me again.
One of his hands goes to my back, and I feel him tug at the ties of my corset. The tightness loosens instantly, and a second later he pushes the dress from my shoulders, the material falls down and gathers at my waist leaving me bare before him.
His eyes darken when he sees my nipples already hardened for him.
Goosebumps rise over my skin.
His mouth closes around one nipple while his tongue flicks over it, his other hand moves to my other breast, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers before he pinches it.
A moan breaks from me, my head falls back as I tighten my hold on him, guiding him closer because I need more.
So much more.
He switches to my other breast and gives it the same attention before finally pulling back slightly, his large hand presses to my chest as he lowers me onto the table.
He removes the remaining fabric from my body, leaving me exposed beneath him in nothing but a thin lace thong.
But that doesn’t last either.
He rips it apart.
My breath catches as he spreads my legs, his eyes moving slowly over me, taking in every inch of my body.
For a moment, I feel completely exposed and strangely powerful beneath that look.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps.
His fingers ease between my thighs, parting me before his thumb brushes over my clit.
“So wet,” he says roughly.
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and I gasp at the sudden stretch, my body tightens around him reflexively.
He leans down and captures my mouth again while his fingers move inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight.”
He pushes his tongue into my mouth.
“I can’t wait to feel your greedy cunt wrapped around my cock.”
His words alone nearly push me over the edge.
His fingers move faster now, reaching so deep that my whole body trembles while his thumb circles my clit in a perfect rhythm and pushes me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Hunter—” I breathe, my voice breaks as my body tightens around his fingers.
“Come for me,” he growls.
And I do.
The orgasm hits me so hard I forget how to breathe, my back arches off the table while I shake under him, my hands grip him tighter as I struggle for air.
Once I come down from the high, I open my eyes.
He watches me closely, his expression possessive, like he wants to memorise every second of this.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth without once breaking eye contact, licking them clean.
“Bloody perfection,” he growls.
And yes, breathing becomes difficult again.
Before I can properly recover, he kisses me—harder this time, his teeth catch my lip before his mouth travels to my neck, biting and marking.
I know there will be evidence afterwards.
But for some reason, I don’t care.
He pushes his shorts down and they fall to the floor, freeing his cock, and I barely have time to take him in before he sinks into me in one deep thrust.
He’s so big it stings slightly.
But it also feels unbelievably good, and I’m so wet that my body adjusts to his size so quickly.
One of his hands comes to my throat, his large palm wraps around it loosely while he keeps me right where he wants me and starts to move.
Fast.
And hard.
Just like he promised.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead presses to mine for a brief second. “I’ve missed this.”
He pulls out, his eyes drop between our bodies, and then he thrusts back into me again.
A shaky moan leaves me.
It feels so, so good.
“Don’t ever do that,” he says, his grip on my throat tightening. “Don’t ever starve me of you again.”
His lips find mine.
“Do you understand?”
I nod weakly.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you won’t resist this. Us. Any longer.”
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Why?” His thrusts grow harder now, and I can see the anger and possessiveness burning in his eyes. “Bloody why?”
“Because I’m not a liar.”
Except that’s a lie in itself.
Because maybe I don’t lie directly, but I still keep things from him.
And that doesn’t exactly make me truthful either.
He drives into me harder, deeper, his thrusts almost punishing now, but my body only responds by tightening around him and pulling him closer.
It almost hurts.
But it also feels so unbelievably good that I can’t get enough of him.
“Come for me,” he commands.
And I shatter all over again, my body clenches around him, and a moment later I feel him lose control too, his thrusts falter slightly as he finds his release, his grip tightening while he keeps me close against him.
For a moment, everything else fades.
There is only this.
Only him.
Only us.
Only the illusion of us.