Chapter 8 #2
With his other hand, he spreads my folds, and whatever embarrassment I felt before is increased a thousandfold as I feel his eyes study every single part of my most secret spot.
I know my pussy is spasming with frustration at being denied at the last minute, and as his examination continues, I start to wonder if I’m going to die from humiliation.
“Qui-i-ll,” I whine, “what are you doing?”
“Memorizing you,” he breathes.
“Quill, I…” I wriggle in discomfort, but he keeps a firm hold on my pussy lips, staring at what’s between them as if he’s studying for an exam. “I didn’t come before.” I swallow with difficulty. “I don’t know if you realized it. I didn’t come before.”
At that, he looks up with an evil grin. “I know.”
“Oh, okay. So, uhm…” My face is positively flaming as I try to understand the meaning of his smile. “Can you, uh… do that, then? Do the thing where, uhm… I come?”
His smirk turns into a teasing chuckle. “Nope.”
“Nope?”
“You’re far too sore, cricket. No coming for you.”
But as soon as he’s said those words, he dips down and gives me a long, wet lick that has my stomach clenching again.
He’s still spreading me with his fingers, and his tongue swirls around every inch of me, from my very center to my inner lips, to the space around my clit.
But this time, he doesn’t touch the bud itself, and his tongue only plays at my entrance.
It somehow feels all the more tantalizing for him to avoid the two places where all my nerve endings are concentrated.
My clit is actually throbbing, and I try to writhe myself toward his mouth to force him to touch me where I need it.
By the time he looks up at me, his lips flattened once more in a smirk, I’m sweating with frustration, and closer to saying the F-word than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Don’t you know where my clit is?” I ask in exasperation.
He snorts with laughter. “Is it here?”
He ducks down and delivers a single lick to my swollen bud.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, Quill, yes…”
But apparently he’s completely clueless.
That, or he’s decided to make up for his gentle moment by torturing me until I’m a slobbering, quivering mess.
I have a feeling it’s the latter as his tongue begins to toy with my clit so lightly that I can’t possibly hope to reach orgasm.
Instead, I’m reduced to a whiny pile of jell-o, twitching helplessly as he kisses and licks at me.
“I need to come… Quill, make me come…”
“What do you say?”
“Huh?”
“What’s the magic word, Piper?”
“Oh, my gosh, Quill!”
He withdraws his tongue and instead… blows on my clit.
“F-f-...! Let me come! Please! Please, Quill!”
I’m so frantic that about a dozen different swear words are on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out.
Luckily, before I can say any of them, he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard on it while his hands reach up to crush my nipples through my shirt.
The sudden jolt of pain and sensation sends me speeding into the most intense orgasm he’s given me yet.
“Holy cow,” I gasp as he at last pulls me on his lap.
And then I blush harder than ever, because what the hell? Who says that after getting eaten out?!
He merely laughs softly, his fingers threading through my hair.
But his cock is still stiff under me, and I clear my throat.
“Uhm… don’t you want me to, uh… return the favor?”
I’m more than a little nervous, because I have absolutely no idea how to do that. So I can’t help but breathe in relief, though I’m also pretty confused, when Quill answers, “For now, I just want to pleasure you.”
Making a mental note to look up a how-to article on blow jobs later, I nestle back in his arms. His left hand is on my ass, kneading my sore cheeks gently, while the other hand tweaks at my breasts through my shirt.
It feels very nice, and even though I want to stay in the moment, because part of me can’t help but worry that I’ll fall asleep and wake to discover none of it was real, I start to get drowsy.
Just before my eyes flutter shut, I hear the distant buzz of a phone. Quill shifts a little to take it. He stays still for a few moments, reading whatever notification he’s just received, then his arm moves as he presses a few buttons on the screen, before he lets it fall to the side.
I’m about to nestle further into his chest, my breaths coming in deeper, when Quill abruptly takes hold of my chin and lifts it up.
When I stare into his eyes, my stomach suddenly drops. Because I don’t see anything there to remind me of the smirking boy who just moments ago was having so much fun teasing me.
This boy looks hard, and something in his eyes—something dark and dangerous—makes me shiver.
“Piper,” he says, his voice neutral.
I shiver again, because the lack of expression in his voice feels so different from the warmth of before. Did I do something? Is it already over?
I hate how my mind has been going to such extremes since Friday. I guess that’s what happens when you go out with the guy who’s been wreaking havoc on your self-esteem for years.
But something is definitely going on right now. I’m not imagining it. He’s angry. The only question is, is he angry at me? Or at someone else? Probably at someone else, right? If these past few days have taught me anything, it’s that he’s usually angry at someone else.
“I’m angry at you, Piper.”
Oh.
“Tell me something, will you?”
Anything. Anything to make it okay.
I’m very aware that something is seriously wrong with me for getting so affected by someone I’ve only just started seeing. I should not be falling so hard, so quickly. But the thing is, it doesn’t feel quick to me.
It feels like I’ve been falling since the day I first saw him in fifth grade.
“Tell me something, Piper,” repeats Quill. “Why did you get up on stage in front of the whole school and talk about Ray Campbell not getting into college? Huh?”
“Oh.” I was definitely not expecting that. In fact, I’d forgotten all about it. “Why are you asking me that now?”
“Answer me, Piper. What’s your problem with Ray?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Piper.”
“Not nothing,” I admit, getting flustered under his stern gaze, which feels like it’s boring into my forehead. “But not a big deal. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” agrees Quill. “But tell me why you did.”
I bite down on my lower lip. His hand on my ass isn’t moving anymore. The arm encircling me has gone from loving to a steely grip that’s trapping me to him. My breaths come out in short staccato spurts as the silence between us stretches.
“Well?” he prompts.
I lick my lips nervously. I’m sure that telling him is a terrible idea, though I’m not sure why.
Maybe he’ll get pissed off at Ray, and I’ll have to feel responsible for the fact that he’s beaten the shit out of him.
Which would bother me, because I don’t want anyone to take my revenge away from me.
Or maybe he wouldn’t care, and that would be worse. Far worse. That would be devastating.
“Why do you want to know?” are the words I settle on.
Another silence follows my question, this one so heavy that a gnawing sense of dread creeps up on me.
“Because,” he answers at last, in a slow, careful way, “I’d like to know why I’m going to kill him.”
1 Read about Piper’s weekend and her morning back at school in Monster’s Prey, Book One of the Monster Duet.