Chapter 13 #2
“And… uh… uhm… I was saying… Finn… oh my gosh, Quill… Finn… he grabbed me at the cafe and…”
“He grabbed you?”
I let go of her nipple, causing her to whine loudly, and stare at her. “What do you mean, Piper, he grabbed you?”
“I mean, uh…” The expression on my face must make her regret what she’s just said. “Can you, uhm, go back to doing that thing you were doing with my breasts?”
“He grabbed you?” I insist.
“It’s nothing. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that—”
“Do people often grab you? Or punch you? Or—”
I’m already mentally adding Finn to my list, right after Ray and next to whatever other pieces of shit have hurt, insulted, or even just breathed too hard in Piper’s general vicinity.
“No, Quill,” says Piper, her voice shaky. “They don’t. It’s not my fault. I swear it’s not like that at all. I’m sorry.”
I grit my teeth, wishing I hadn’t reacted so harshly. “Of course it’s not your fault,” I murmur, squeezing Piper to me again. “Please don’t apologize.”
She buries her face in my chest, and I stroke her hair, forming circles with my fingers to soothe us both. “Tell me what happened,” I breathe against her.
“It wasn’t like… like he grabbed me,” she says hastily. “It was more like he was threatening Cass, you know? I saw him at the cafe, and he looked all grey in the face. And I remembered that he’d been with you and Cass at Devil Tower. And it’s not like I was snooping, but—”
“But you were snooping,” I tease.
“We-e-ll… yes, I guess so. But anyway, he was completely out of it. Said he’d been drugged against his will. Then he grabbed my shirt, but it was very much a totally normal, not weird grab…”
“Uh huh.”
“... and he was like, ‘Tell Cass that she destroyed my life. If I see her again, she’s dead.’ Or something like that. Like he was threatening her. Can you believe it?”
“Hmm.” Her story reminds me that I saw Cass inject Finn with a syringe meant for Piper. But since she did not inject Piper, and since Finn did not grab Piper in the way or for the reasons I’d initially assumed, my curiosity stops there. And I’m back to thinking about my cricket’s breasts.
“Can you believe it?” insists Piper. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to toss you over my shoulder, bring you home, and then give you the kind of orgasm you’ve only ever dreamed of,” I growl.
“Quill!” she squeaks out.
“In fact, I think I’ll start right now,” I add, sliding a hand in her jeans, and finding the evidence that regardless of her concern for Cass, she’s just as turned on as me.
“I’m serious, though! Cass might be in danger! Oooh, Qui-i-ll…”
I’ve just pushed two curved fingers into her pussy, and I can feel her tight walls milk me as I drive into her fast.
“We should really… oh… yes… kiss me…”
My mouth finds hers, and it feels like we’re melting into each other as I fill her with a third finger, each of my thrusts making her moan loudly. She rides my fingers as my thumb rubs her clit, and soon, she’s drenching my hand with her orgasm.
“Qui-i-ill…” she moans.
“Lick them, cricket,” I purr into her ear, pressing my fingers, coated with her arousal, against her lips.
She scrunches her nose and gives the fingers a few tentative licks.
“Be my good girl and open up,” I breathe.
She clearly doesn’t find her own taste as appealing as I do, but she does her best to suck my fingers.
I pump them into her mouth, trying to hit the back of her throat each time, the way I did with my cock, because there’s something so fucking hot about the way tears spill out of her eyes as she gags on me.
“Qui-i-ill…” she chokes out, even as she squeezes her thighs, clearly not entirely unbothered.
I pull out my fingers from her mouth and bring them to my own, tasting the mix of her arousal and her saliva. Then I go back to kissing her, groaning at the feel of her body fitting perfectly against my own.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I grunt. “Let’s stay here forever.”
“Ew, Quill! Not in the bathroom! Come on, let’s go back to class.”
Before I can stop her, she jumps up and goes to unlock the bathroom. Hissing in annoyance, I follow her out.
“Do you really want to go back to class? Pretty sure by now everyone thinks you had explosive diarrhea,” I tease her.
She rolls her eyes. “But seriously, Quill. Cass—”
I click my tongue. “Since when are you and Cass on such good terms? Why do you care so much?”
“We’re not and I don’t,” she protests. “But, well, she is the only person at school who will talk to me, so on the scale of people I don’t care about, she’s pretty much last—or, well, first—or, you know what I mean. All I’m saying is, I don’t want her to die.”
“I’m sure she can handle herself,” I shrug.
“I guess she can,” agrees Piper, pausing in front of the history classroom. “Not much fazes her. But still. It’s kind of crazy how little you care about stuff, Quill.”
I bend down to kiss her. “I care a lot about exactly four things, Piper.”
“Yeah?”
“You, your pussy, your ass, and your breasts. In that order.”
Her lips twist into a smirk. “That’s five things.”
“Huh?”
“I have two breasts, so, that’s five things.”
The resounding smack I lay on her ass is only partly covered by the sound of the bell ringing.