Chapter 16
Quill
“Quill!”
Piper runs toward me, and in her haste to help me up over the window, she practically knocks me off the trellis.
I’ve never seen such a clumsy girl. It feels so fucking good to be back here with her. It feels like all is right in the world.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl as I step into her bedroom.
Her face had already grown splotchy red when I nearly fell from the trellis, but her nose now turns the color of Rudolph. Still, she hurries to her bed, knocking over a cereal bowl in the process.
I walk slowly toward her, relishing the sight of her curves through her thin pajama shorts. Dragging my eyes to the gap between her stomach and her shirt as the fabric is pulled down by gravity.
Mine. All mine.
I hook my hands into her waistband, pulling down her shorts over her creamy white bottom, then sliding them off her entirely. I nudge her thighs apart, spreading her legs as far as they’ll go.
“I thought you weren’t coming, Quill,” she chirps. “You weren’t answering my texts, and it was getting so late…”
Yeah, well, I had to listen to a girl talk for hours, before breaking her wrists to keep her from killing me, and then I had to make a pit stop at my house to leave two guns in my bedroom, so…
“I had stuff to do,” I say, running my hands over her white, freckled globes, then down her thighs as she shivers.
I also took advantage of stopping by my house to grab a few things, and now I shackle two of them around her ankles.
“What are you… oh my gosh!”
They’re not the furry sexy kind, but hard, cold metal, because they’re from my soldier toolbox. They’ll just have to do. I fasten the other part of the cuffs to the baseboard of her bed, and then I secure her wrists in the same way to her headboard, so she’s completely immobilized.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” she giggles. “I won’t move if you don’t want me to.”
“I’m going to have you squirming all night long,” I threaten.
The words cause her to do just that.
It’s a good thing she has such an inexplicable amount of pillows. I stuff a few of them under her ass to prop it up and keep her breasts a few inches from the mattress. I put the rest between her thighs, forcing them to stay open.
“Comfortable?” I murmur.
“Yes,” she squeaks.
“Hmm. Guess I’ll have to change that.”
“Quill!”
I settle between her legs, running my hands over her bare ass. “You said you don’t like it when I pinch you, cricket.”
“We-e-ell… I didn’t mean exactly that I don’t like, it, but, well—”
“Good.”
I grab two fistfuls of her flesh and twist. A yelp escapes her, muffled only partly by the pillow by her head, which she quickly bites into.
“You’re going to have to be a good girl for me, cricket, and keep quiet,” I murmur. “Otherwise, your daddy will come in.”
“Don’t call him my daddy, Quill… ow!”
I’ve just pinched each of her globes again, before rubbing over the sting. “I don’t mind him walking in,” I add. “But I think you would. Especially since you’d be completely helpless to do a thing about him seeing you. Because let me tell you something, cricket.”
“Y-y-es?” she breathes nervously, as I rake my fingernails over her ass, leaving red streaks that disappear far too quickly.
“No matter what happens, I’m leaving you tied up all night long.”
“Quill! Ouch! Oooh.”
I interrupt my pinching to lick a stripe down the slit that’s been steadily growing wetter ever since I handcuffed her to the bed.
She wriggles her ass as I find her clit and suck it in, rolling it in my mouth.
Then I shove two fingers inside her, and her ass bounces harder, her cheeks flapping against my hand as I drive my fingers into her fast.
“Ooooh my gosh, Quill…”
I curl them inside her, and she gasps out a long, shuddering breath, as I pick up my pace.
It takes just a few more sucks on her clit, while my fingers stretch her pussy, before she’s drenching my face with her orgasm. I reach down with my free hand to tweak her nipples hard, while my tongue and fingers draw out her pleasure.
At last she sags limply against her cuffs as I walk around her and kiss her.
“Qu-i-ll…” she moans. Then her head springs up. “Quill,” she repeats, only this time, her voice has lost its breathy quality. “Cass isn’t answering any of my messages. And Finn—ow! What are you doing?”
I’ve just dug two fingers into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Then I unzip my pants, and my cock springs out.
“Okay, but just listen!” she squeaks out, her words slightly slurred from her mouth being kept open. “Finn Austenmmmph!”
I thrust my cock into her mouth with the same suddenness as my fingers previously invaded her pussy. She mmmphs out her protest for just a few seconds, before hungrily sucking on me as I fill her throat with each of my thrusts.
“Do me a favor, cricket,” I groan, as I drive into her open mouth, “don’t say another guy’s name while I’m fucking you.”
I wrap a hand around her neck, squeezing her so hard that her red splotchiness smooths into a uniform crimson color, as she gags around my cock. “In fact, I don’t ever want to hear you say another guy’s name, period.”
I free her mouth when my balls tighten, unwilling to come just yet. But as I walk around to the other side of the bed, she doesn’t lose a second to complain, “Quill, you can’t just ask me to not talk about other guys. That’s not fair, it’s—ow!”
I cut into her protest with a loud smack on her ass. Then another, and soon, I’m painting her ass and thighs as red as her face.
“My dad will hear!” she hisses, even as she wiggles her ass back to meet each spank.
“Don’t care,” I grunt.
I’ve reached my hard limit of hearing people talk tonight. Even my cricket, whose chirpy voice I’ve grown to actually like, is kind of driving me mad right now. All I want is to spend the night taking her in every way I can think of, while keeping my brain turned off.
I guess having a gun to my face has had a mild effect on me, though I have a feeling a good fuck will be just the thing to erase the whole thing from my mind. Hopefully, permanently.
“Quill,” she half-cries, half-moans, “I’m just worried about Cass… I don’t care about Finn… I don’t really care about Cass either… I just don’t want her to die… Quill! Are you listening?”
“I think,” I say, punctuating each of my words with a hard smack, “that Cass can take care of herself.”
“I don’t think,” the silly girl protests. “I think…”
“Don’t care what you think,” I growl, pausing in my spanking, because my cock is straining so hard it feels like it will burst.
I clamber onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs.
“Quill, that’s not very polite! That’s not very… oooooh.”
In one fell swoop, I’ve plunged my cock up to the hilt inside her. Fuck, it feels so good to be back where I belong, my cock sheathed inside her, while my arms wrap around her middle.
I pump into her hard, and she at last shuts up, her mouth opening only to let moans slip as she rides my cock.
I pull out just in time, coating her ass with my seed as she starts bucking against me, in the throes of her own orgasm. Then, in spite of my previous threat, I free Piper from her cuffs, because it turns out there is one thing I want more than to spend the night fucking her. I want to cuddle her.
“I’ve had a rough day,” I grunt, pulling her into my lap and squeezing her to me. “A very rough day.”
I bury my head in her curls, the lemon scent unwinding the knots in my stomach.
“Oh, Quill,” she murmurs, as I draw circles on her back to soothe us both. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I just wanted…”
“S’okay,” I mutter, my voice muffled as I speak into her hair. “Don’t worry about Cass and Finn, cricket. They have their own story going on, and I’m sure that by the end of it, everything will be fine.”
“Okay,” she sighs, allowing herself to be reassured by my words.
I guess the English language can be useful, after all.
“And you and me,” I add, kissing her cute little freckled nose, “we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. I’m going to make you so fucking happy. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Quill,” she moans.
“It’s a promise. I’ve never broken a promise yet, and I don’t mean to. Got it?”
“Uh huh,” she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering closed over her weird green-blue eyes.
I carefully remove her glasses as she nestles deeper into my chest.
“You belong to me, cricket. And nothing can ever change that.”
A light snore escapes her mouth, and my lips twist into a smirk, before I feel my own eyelids growing heavy.
Moments later, I’m drifting off too, any anxiety I might have felt conquered by the deep conviction that nothing can possibly change our perfect happiness.
My cricket is mine. Forever.