21. Dev
twenty-one
dev
Sweet and Wild
S ometimes I wonder if I’m my own worst enemy.
The events leading up to this moment would definitely make it seem so. Of the various possibilities I could have gone with to fulfill my mother’s dying desire, I chose the one guaranteed to push the bounds of my self-control. It’s as if I was subconsciously hellbent on self-sabotage, knowing my chosen path would challenge not only my resolve, but my sanity as well.
Yes, my sanity. Because from the day Piper Parker walked into my life—my vibrant wild card, the match to my powder keg of repressed desires—I’ve realized I have little of it left.
Now, as I watch her approach, poised and determined to shatter my well-constructed walls and my diminishing willpower, I feel like I’m balancing on the edge of a cliff.
And God help me, I’m about to fall.
My body tenses with each step she takes, my senses on hyper-alert. My hands tighten around the arms of the chair as I force myself to breathe, to maintain some semblance of control. But the sway of her hips, that mischievous glint in her eyes, and her beautifully parted lips tell me I’m about to lose that as well .
And a part of me—a much bigger part than I’d suspected—is eager to do so.
Clicking some lock on the side of my chair, Piper drops its arms, straddling me as if it were perfectly natural for her to do so. As if we’ve done it a million times.
Her hand skates over the back of my neck as she rolls her hips over my groin, surely feeling the boner I’m hoping to force down.
“Piper . . .” I warn half-heartedly, my throat bobbing. At this point, I don’t know if I’m asking her to continue or begging her to stop.
“Are you not attracted to me, Lex?” she asks breathily, dragging her hips over me again. Her hand tightens on my neck while the other squeezes her breast.
Fuck.
I don’t respond, all the words lodged inside my throat, feeling my cock turn to stone underneath her. If that isn’t enough to answer her question, I don’t know what would be.
“I know you don’t want to touch me,” she huffs, grinding against me. “I don’t know the reasons. Maybe you think it’ll complicate things, or maybe it’s simply that you’re not attracted to?—”
“Does it look like I’m not attracted to you?” I grit through my teeth, relenting as I palm the globes of her ass on my lap, even as warning bells ring somewhere in the crevices of my mind. “Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you?”
She hitches one shoulder up, scraping her bottom lip with her teeth. “Sometimes it feels like you can’t get far enough away, even when we’re under the same roof.” Her body undulates over me. “Plus, you did say no to my proposal?—”
“You know damn well my answer had nothing to do with attraction,” I croak almost desperately.
Everything battles inside me to shove her pants off, spread her open on my lap, and show her just how attracted I am to her. Instead, I ball my hands into fists on her ass and pray I can still rein this in.
But I already know we’re in too deep, without a raft or life jackets.
She fists my shirt, the engagement ring I gave her sparkling. I’ve noticed she never takes it off—not even when she goes into the pool—and God, there’s no end to the satisfaction that brings me.
Her lips find my neck, her hot breath skating across my skin before her tongue follows the trail.
“Then touch me, Dev,” she begs. “Make me come.”
Jesus.
This is a terrible idea. This could complicate everything. She’ll leave as soon as this charade is over, and I’ll be left with all the pieces.
“Piper . . .” I try once more, leaning away to create space between us.
“Fine,” she relents, her hips coming to a halt. Her forehead falls against mine as our breaths entangle between us, fast and heavy. “You’re attracted to me but don’t want to fuck me. Is that it?”
“You know it would be a bad idea,” I murmur, trying to convince myself as much as her.
She nods against my forehead, her hand still clasped around my neck. “Do you know how much you turn me on?” she asks, her words doing nothing to drown out the sizzling electricity between us. “You drive me crazy, Menon.”
The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.
“How am I supposed to go back out feeling like a live wire?” she huffs out a labored breath as her shoulders slump.
“Maybe you don’t have to.”
I say the words even as I wonder how to call them back.
Her brows knit, her eyes flickering between mine. “What?”
I swallow, already knowing I’m taking us back into dangerous territory when I’d just barely brought us to safety. “I won’t fuck you, but . . .” I trail off, waiting for her to pick up where I’m leaving off.
A smile spreads across her beautiful face, a spark reigniting in her eyes as realization dawns on her. Her hips roll over me again. “But you’ll watch as I fuck myself.”
I manage a nod, giving her the escape clause—the fucking fine print—we both seem to be looking for.
“Don’t tease me, Lex. You’re always teasing me. Walking around with clothes on and then walking around with less clothes on. It’s like a shock to my system every time I see you.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “It’s a shock to see me with and without clothes?”
“Yes. It’s frustrating,” she says breathily. “Tell me this isn’t like the time in the pool when you left me high and dry.”
“Pretty sure there was nothing dry about you that day.”
“Ugh, see?” she whines, cupping her breast and rocking over me. “This is what I’m talking about. You make me . . . you make me feel feral, Menon.”
“Show me,” I croak, feeling my aching hard length under her.
“You want to see what you do to me? Hear your name on my lips as I come?” She shudders, keeping her gaze on me. “Pretend it’s your fingers and your cock inside me?”
I groan in response, a primal need taking over as I spread my hands over her ass again. Pushing and pulling her over me, we create a friction that’s going to have us both detonating.
In one quick movement, Piper takes off her shirt, barely giving me time to catch up, before throwing her bra to the floor, too. Her perfectly round breasts spring free, her raspberry-pink nipples pebbled and so close to my face, I could pull them between my lips with the slightest movement.
God, I love the way she looks right now, her cheeks flushed, her golden-green eyes ablaze, and her perfect breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. And those fucking tiny moles . . .
Weeks of imagining what she looked like, and nothing I’d conjured could match the real thing—the absolute beauty she is.
I keep my focus trained on her as I wet my lips. Hell, I couldn’t look away if the world depended on it. My cock throbs inside his restraint, and I lift my hips, chasing the feel of her over me, with a low groan.
Piper’s eyes stay on mine as she flicks open the button to her jeans next, unzipping them. She slowly slides her hand inside them, trying to find some relief, but it’s impossible, given how tight her pants are.
“Take them off.”
My command reverberates inside the small room, my weakly held restraint shattering at the sight of her struggling. If relief is what she needs, then there isn’t a person in the world—not even me—who could stop me from giving that to her.
Her eyes flash, a shaky breath making its way out of her lips as we both take a moment to let my words sink in.
My heart hammers as my eyes slowly peruse upward from the open hem of her jeans, with her lacy white thong peeking through, to her exposed breasts, before coming to a stop at her face. My brow rises in challenge, but I don’t repeat myself.
And apparently, I don’t need to, because a second later, Piper is back on my lap wearing nothing but her thong.
“Now touch yourself.”
Her body shudders from my command, but she does as asked without further instruction. With one hand on my shoulder for support, she brushes her fingers around her nipple before rolling it in between her fingers on a moan .
Christ.
I groan my approval, wishing I could help her with it. I can practically taste her now, her citrus scent intermingling with the scent of her juices. I don’t even have to touch her to know she’s soaked. All because of me.
“Suck on your fingers like you’ll suck on my cock, and then slide them down to fuck yourself.”
Her mouth falls open at my command, but she keeps her eyes glued to mine. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she sucks two of them into her mouth, making a show of it as she moans around them. The thought of it actually being my cock has me dragging her over it again, making her whimper.
Piper traces her wet fingers down between her breasts, circling her rosy nipple, before sliding them further down. Her fingers play with her clit over the thin fabric of her thong, and I hiss, seeing how wet it is.
Fuck! This woman is going to be the death of me.
Pulling the fabric aside, she circles her clit, revealing herself to me. And what a breathtaking reveal it is, slick and rose-petal pink.
“Goddamn, baby,” I say, practically snarling at the sight of her. “Look at that pretty pussy. Glistening and so fucking beautiful.”
Piper whimpers, preening under my appraisal, rubbing her fingers over her clit. “God, Dev,” she breathes, her eyes hooded as she reaches for the back of my neck again. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“Show me what I’d do to you if it were my hand.”
Rubbing circles over her clit a few more times, she continues to rock over my painfully hard cock before sliding her fingers down to her opening. The sound of her slick pussy resounds louder than our breaths as she tests her two middle fingers inside, groaning at her own touch.
“Dev . . .” she whimpers, throwing her head back and dipping her fingers in further.
“Jesus, baby,” I croak. “Are you always this wet for me?”
Straightening, her turbulent green stare holds mine as she widens her legs, rubbing her clit with her palm while her fingers fuck her entrance. A few seconds later, she pulls her fingers out, glistening with her juices, bringing them to my lips in response to my question.
“Always.”
I don’t hesitate, sucking her fingers into my mouth.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I say, licking my lips. “Sweet and wild.”
“You like sweet and wild?” she asks, pressing her two digits into her entrance again before taking them out and rubbing her clit a few times. Her small nub swells as she leaks over her thighs.
“It’s becoming my favorite flavor.”
“Yeah?” she asks, thrusting her fingers inside her with more urgency. They’re inside her, past her knuckles, as she rides them and me. “You want that flavor on your lips again?”
My throaty voice, my hands gripping her ass in an almost bruising touch, and my cock screaming under her are the only evidence that I’m here. That I’m not dreaming. That this is actually happening.
“On my lips, my tongue, and my cock, meri jaan . I want to be drenched with you, fucking bathe in you every day.”
Images of my mouth between her legs and my fingers plunging inside her practically have me seeing stars. And gone are my concerns about what this means, or how complicated we’ve just made things, and the million other things that take me away from this moment. Reality will strike again soon enough, but I’ll deal with it when it comes.
“Dev!” Piper’s hips sway harder, with less precision .
Her eyes squeeze shut, and a slight sheen of sweat covers her chest as her fingers move inside her at a frenzied pace.
Her head falls back as if she can’t manage to hold it steady while she desperately chases her release. She’s seconds from going up in flames.
“You’re so beautiful,” I praise, watching the most erotic scene unfold above me. My wildest fantasies couldn’t have created this. “Your perky tits, your tight little pussy.” I swat her ass, making her mewl. “You were intent on making a mess on my pants, weren’t you, my little hellion?”
“Yes,” she purrs, plunging in and out of herself.
Grabbing one of her braids, I pull her closer, letting my words brush against her ear.
“Spread those legs wider for me,” I command, my breaths as uneven as hers. “Show me how that sweet pussy will stretch over my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she breathes, doing as I ask.
Widening her legs even further, she continues to work herself before dropping her other hand to rub her clit. Using both hands, she pleasures herself—rubbing her clit vigorously with one while fucking her pussy with the other like it’s her only job.
I hold her steady, watching her in awe and bewilderment.
“You going to be able to take me, baby?” My words come out hoarse. “You going to be able to take my thick cock?”
And that’s when euphoria takes over her entire body.
With a scream she barely contains, she bucks over me. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and her thighs quake over mine.
“Dev! I’m . . .” Piper tosses her head back, a heated moan falling from her lips as she grinds her hips, exploding like a bottle cap under pressure. “Oh, God, I’m coming!”
Her eyelids flutter and her skin is flushed and slick as her fevered eyes meet mine again. A moment later, that same up-to-no-good smile graces her lips as she releases a shaky breath.
“I knew you could show me the pearly gates of heaven, Dev Menon,” she whispers breathily, her body falling limp against mine. “And you did it without even having touched me.”