Chapter 10
Piper
“Pumpkin! Wake up time! Come on down and eat breakfast!”
“Uh huh, Dad,” I mutter, wiping a line of drool from my mouth.
The next minute, I’m stuffing my head under my pillow, my face flaming bright red.
A low chuckle has just made me realize that Quill spent the night in bed with me.
He went out for a while after I told him about Ray, but then he clambered back in through my window later, and spent at least an hour making me come pretty much nonstop.
Then he folded me to him, and I fell asleep in his arms.
I had expected him to leave at some point, but he’s still lying beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist, shaking with laughter.
“Wake up time, Pumpkin,” he croons, making me both shiver with desire, and want to disappear underground. “Does your dad not realize you’re a high school senior?”
“Well, it is wake up time,” I mumble defensively.
“It’s cute,” he breathes, nudging the pillow away from me. “You’re cute.”
“And you’re weird,” I groan, flipping over to face the other side, mainly so my morning breath doesn’t assault his nostrils.
He clearly doesn’t care about my bad breath, though, since he climbs over me and plants a kiss on my lips. That kiss turns into another one, and another one, until he’s lying on top of me, trapping me between himself and the mattress.
Then he rains down kisses, licks and bites all down my neck.
I moan when he reaches my pajamas, flipping up my shirt and continuing his downward path to my breasts.
He rolls my nipples around in his mouth, biting them and then licking over the burn.
His mouth continues to trail down my stomach, stopping between my thighs.
“Ooh, yes, Quill,” I murmur, as he gives my slit a long, wet lick. “Yes, please.”
“Huh? Did you say something, pumpkin?” asks my clueless dad on the other side of the door.
I groan, hiding my face behind my hands. Oh God, why is he so embarrassing?
Quill is back to chuckling between my legs. I try to clamp them shut, but he positions himself between them, forcing them open, while his hands pull my hands away from my face. He seems to really enjoy my embarrassment. Which only serves to make me redder than ever.
“You get very splotchy when you blush,” he comments, punctuating his humiliating observation with another lick.
I try to shut my thighs again, even though I know it’s useless. “I have to go down to breakfast,” I mumble. “And you need to go home and get ready for school.”
“Don’t I get an invitation to breakfast?” he teases, his tongue toying with my clit.
“Definitely not!”
The words are out before I’ve had time to think them through, and I bite my lip, worried that I’ve offended Quill. But he merely goes back to licking up and down my slit, clearly unaffected.
“I’d like to meet your parents,” he says, pausing in his licking just as I start to buck into him, my overstimulated clit already ready to send me to orgasm.
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “Uhm… what?”
“I’d like to meet your parents,” he repeats, as if I didn’t hear him the first time.
I’m convinced he’s teasing me as I lay back, shuddering as he picks up his pace.
“What’s your dad like?” he questions, his voice vibrating against my folds.
“I do not want to think about my dad while you’re eating me out.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him in confusion. “Because it’s weird?”
At once, he sucks my clit into his mouth, before grazing it with his teeth. Well, more than grazing. He bites down lightly on it, causing a spark of pain to travel up my stomach.
“Ow!”
My squeal is loud enough to bring Dad to my door. “Pumpkin? Everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine, Dad, it’s only—ow!”
I try to bat Quill away, but his teeth are firmly attached to my clit. I can only clench my jaw and try to bear it without making more noise as he tortures the sensitive bud.
“Pumpkin?”
I gasp as the door handle starts to move. “No, Dad! No! I’m naked! I’m—ow!”
Somehow, I manage to say that last ow in a whisper, but it’s clearly not for Quill’s lack of trying.
His teeth are firmly biting down on my clit, while his fingers, raking against my sides, make me twitch desperately, increasing the pain and the sensation until I’m sobbing out muffled cries into my inner elbow.
I’m starting to understand why Quill has been wanting to talk about my dad while eating me out. Clearly, he likes to embarrass me.
And I am so embarrassed right now. Luckily, he’s let go of my wrists, so I’m back to hiding my face with one hand, while I’m using the other arm to stifle my reaction to his torture.
Somehow, though, the embarrassment is doing something to me too. Between that and Quill quickly alternating between sucking and biting on my clit, I spiral into a painful orgasm that has me gasping.
Quill pulls away, then pinches my clit with his fingers, wringing the last intense and painful waves of sensation out of me.
“Ow, Quill,” I moan, flipping over to my stomach to keep him from heading straight into round two.
Not that I don’t want it, but my clit feels like it’s been completely destroyed. I need a break, and Quill doesn’t look like he knows the meaning of that word.
Sure enough, instead of letting me alone, he clambers toward me, and sinks his teeth into… my ass.
“Ouch!” I squeak out, trying to wriggle away.
I can tell he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, but it still hurt like hell. But he doesn’t let me escape him, instead wrapping his arms around me.
“I want to hurt you,” he growls in my ear, his hard-on pressing against the place on my ass that he’s just bitten.
“Yeah, I think I got that,” I lash out, but then his right hand digs under me, finding my stiff nipples and tweaking them each in turn, sending sparks shooting down my core.
Meanwhile, his left hand travels down to my pussy, and he swipes at my wetness.
“You like it too, don’t you?” he guesses.
“We-e-ll…”
I interrupt myself with a loud moan as he drives two fingers inside me, pumping me hard. I shudder hard, grinding back toward them.
I’m still a bit sore, but it feels so good. Especially when he crooks his fingers and drives them into me in a come hither motion.
“Oooh…” I moan loudly, loudly enough that Dad comes right back to the door.
“All okay, Pumpkin? Come down, the oatmeal is going to burn.”
“Ye-e-es, Dad…” I love him, but right now, I would give anything for him to be less overprotective.
Apparently, though, Quill doesn’t mind at all.
“Still sore, cricket?” he murmurs.
“Uhm…” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’m all better this morning, but I remember his reaction yesterday to my lie. As much as I want this, I also want to be honest. So I admit, “A little.”
“Good,” he breathes. “I want you to be.”
A moment later, he removes his fingers from me, and I feel his cock nudge against my entrance.
He slides in and I bite down on a muffled cry.
The stretch feels good, but we’ve only had sex once before.
I’m still not used to his girth as he pushes into me, and it definitely hurts.
At the same time, my arousal increases, and I try to grind back against him.
But he immobilizes me from behind, his arms wrapping around me until I’m completely unable to move. Unable to do anything but take his cock as he starts driving it into me, hard and fast.
“Pumpkin! Come down, now! It’s so late. What are you doing?”
“Nothing, I… oh my gosh… nothing… nothing… nothing!”
I bite down on the mattress to stop myself from speaking more, each of the words I blurt out sounding increasingly high pitched and breathy.
But Quill isn’t laughing anymore. He seems incredibly turned on by the idea that my dad could come in at any moment and see us.
Meanwhile, I’m barely aware of Dad on the other side of the door anymore, my attention entirely focused on the way Quill’s strong arms feel wrapped around me, on the weight of his body against my back, on his cock…
especially on his cock… as it stretches me, each pump touching a spot that makes me see white.
But even though I’m biting hard on the mattress, I just can’t help the moans that spill out of my mouth, until Quill suddenly wraps a hand around my neck.
“I… uh… what are you…?” I freak out from the sudden way his fingers squeeze against me, cutting off my windpipe. I can only mouth words as he continues to squeeze, and my eyes feel like they’re bulging straight out of my skull as I try and fail to catch a breath.
“Relax, cricket,” he breathes into my ear.
Somehow I do, just enough that I’m able to control my panic. Then, the thrill of the danger, coupled with the increased sensation caused by the lack of air as Quill continues to slam into me, causes my body to erupt into a sudden, dizzying orgasm.
Moments later, he pulls out, and I feel the hot gush of his arousal on my bottom.
All thoughts of breakfast, school, and Dad have left my mind as I sag on the bed, panting hard. But after kissing my cheek, Quill stands up.
“Get ready, pumpkin,” he teases. “I’ll see you in school.”
Before I even have time to register those words, he’s gone out the window, and I hear the sound of his footsteps as he scrambles down the trellis on the side of the house, then jumps onto the soft ground.
I suddenly regret that I didn’t invite him down for breakfast, because it feels weirdly lonely without him. Though I’m pretty sure my dad would never have gotten over that surprise.
Dad’s voice brings me back to reality, and I quickly wash off the evidence of what’s just happened before getting dressed and rushing downstairs.
Sure enough, Dad’s made oatmeal and fruit salad. He looks at me in concern as I sit down at the table.
“Are you okay, pumpkin? What’s with all the noises I’ve been hearing in your room lately?”
I take a very long and loud gulp of the hot chocolate Dad made me to avoid answering.
“Listen, honey, there’s been another murder last night, and they’ve even given the serial killer a name. The Dark Devil, because he only seems to target high-placed employees at Devil. But I’m not convinced the rest of Astley isn’t at risk, so I really want you to—”
“Don’t worry, Dad. Sorry, can’t talk. Running late!”
Before Dad has a chance to launch into an overprotective monologue, I take a spoonful of oatmeal, grab an apple, and hurry out.