24. Dev
twenty-four
dev
I Chose A Magic Dick
M y phone buzzes inside the pocket of my jeans, my friends continuing their incessant chatter, but I still haven’t responded.
I have better things to do.
Honestly, the room could fill with smoke and light itself on fire, and I’d still be rooted right here, where my fiancée has me pressed against the wall in the entryway of my house. Her mouth is completely molded to mine as her hands explore under my shirt, sending pulses of electricity through my veins.
We somehow kept it together last night at the hotel and this morning, making sure we acted casual in front of the kids, though I felt anything but.
The flight home was a blur, as was the drive back from the airport to drop off the kids. I know we exchanged small talk and pleasantries, but it went in one ear and out the other. I’m pretty sure I nodded and spoke at the right times, but I can’t recall what was discussed.
Because the only thing I could recall, the only thing that played on repeat during our ride back home, was that fucking kiss .
Soft and sure and so damn perfect, it felt like a fairytale. Yeah, I get there’s a pun in there somewhere.
But fuck! Who knew? Who knew that kissing my fake fiancée would have the power to change the way my heart beats.
She hadn’t caved, hadn’t broken her precious no-kissing rule, even when we’d had our “moment” in her salon. We were mere millimeters apart, and she kept a tight hold on her restraint—not that I would have stopped her if she’d let go. I mean, I’d already blurred the lines by telling her to touch herself as I watched, what was a kiss?
Until last night.
And then I knew.
Then I understood why she’d made that a rule in the first place. Because now that I’ve tasted her, felt her moan against my mouth, there’s no way I wouldn’t want to do it again. And again.
And we all know what doing something you like again and again turns into.
Attachment.
Desire and longing.
Definitely not something you can easily walk away from.
I pull her hips to mine, letting her feel my want for her—not that it would take much to feel, seeing as my dick is standing so ramrod straight, it could signal extraterrestrial life in space.
My heart thunders inside my chest as one of my hands trails down to squeeze her ass inside her fucking tiny shorts.
I almost killed our pilot when his eyes lingered longer than needed on her legs as she boarded the flight. And then I almost killed him again when he watched her take her seat. The fucker tilted his head like a fucking golden retriever as he watched her ass sway.
I run a palm over one of her ass cheeks, digging my fingertips into her flesh so hard, I’m sure they’ll leave marks. Goddamn, this ass.
She smiles into our kiss, and I realize I might have said that last thought out loud.
A growl lodges itself inside my throat, and I almost speak out the word that keeps floating behind my eyelids. Mine.
So fucking mine.
I deepen the kiss, my hands skating up her bare sides. Apparently, wearing these fucking shorts that barely qualify as underwear wasn’t enough; she had to wear a crop top that barely hides the bottoms of her tits, too.
Dipping below her loose top, I skirt my thumbs over her bare breasts. Breasts I’ve studied up close while she was writhing on my lap, with her head thrown back and her chest in my face. Breasts that have the deepest pink nipples I’ve ever seen, like fucking rosebuds I can practically taste on my tongue.
“No fucking bra,” I growl against her lips. “Short shorts and no fucking bra. Do you realize how many people I have to kill now because they saw you like this today? Including Ralph, and I’ve always liked the guy.”
Piper smiles into our kiss. “Caveman.”
She’s fucking right; I am a caveman when it comes to her, and I don’t plan to apologize for it.
I run circles over her rosebud nipples, making her gasp into my mouth. “More, Dev. God, I want more.”
And just like that, gone is the sweet and exploratory kiss from last night.
That gentle dance of lips has been replaced by something more urgent and primal. Soon, we’re a mess of hungry growls, clanking teeth, and grinding bodies. Both ravenous and seeking friction, closeness, anything to satiate this fucking overwhelming need.
With one hand still playing with her nipple, my other finds its way to her silky strands. I use my grip on them to change our angle, desperately plunging into her mouth like she’s my only source of air.
Piper swivels her hips against me and my dick practically weeps.
My heart thunders inside my chest, and I guarantee she can feel it tapping against her own. The intensity of this moment, the weight of it as we stand on the precipice of something we’re both resigned to and destined for makes my head spin. Reality blurs the edges of my focus, until all I can see is her—her taste, her scent, and the feel of her against me.
What am I doing?
What in the actual fuck am I doing, helping her break her rules? Risking her getting attached —the same as me— when that’s the last thing she wants to do.
She clearly has her rules for a reason. They’re her armor, the walls she put up to keep herself away from getting hurt, staying unattached. Just like she told me she wanted to be. So, why am I challenging her to break them like a selfish bastard?
This isn’t a game.
Which is why I have to admit the truth, at least to myself.
I want her. Not temporarily, not in some sham agreement for my mother or the world. I want her in ways I’ve never wanted anyone. I want her more than temporarily.
Her fingernails bite down on my skin. She runs them down my abs, making them dance under her touch, before she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.
We pull out of the kiss, breathless and panting, but so fucking ready for more.
“Tell me this is actually happening, Dev,” she says, shuddering against me. “Tell me this isn’t just some residual magic left over from that place full of fairies, pixies, and godmothers.”
I trail kisses along the moles on her neck, the way I’ve been wanting to do. “Pretty sure godmothers by themselves aren’t magical.”
She gives me an irritated squint. “Don’t distract me with your sense and sensibility, Mr. Darcy?—”
“Also pretty sure you’ve placed him in the wrong book?—”
“Because I’ll sue Mickey and Cinderella, and everyone else in that godforsaken place, for emotional distress.”
I chuckle, lifting my palms to her face, and sliding my thumbs over the tops of her cheeks. This fucking girl, with her way of making me laugh no matter how bleak the outlook.
I know she’s playing dumb about Mr. Darcy, just like I know she’s the one who solves my crossword puzzles almost every night. The ones I purposely leave on the coffee table for her because I’m coming up with blanks.
She’s wickedly smart, but she’d rather not show it if it means she can get a laugh from those around her, even if it’s at her own expense.
It’s both frustrating and endearing all at once. A part of me wants to shake her and tell her not to pretend to be ignorant when she’s usually the smartest person in the room. But the other admires her for always being able to lighten the mood, for never taking herself too seriously.
But I do wonder where it comes from—her need to self-deprecate and take the attention away from herself without revealing her insecurities. Who made her feel like she needed to do that? Because whoever it is, I swear, I want to wrangle their neck.
I merge our mouths together once again, demanding more. More than I deserve. More because I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.
The second our tongues touch again, I exhale against her skin, while she inhales against mine, fisting my shirt and swallowing my groan.
“Bed,” I rasp against her mouth, struggling to catch my breath.
She nods. “It’s honestly the most intelligent thing you’ve said all?—”
I don’t even let her finish.
Dropping down, I haul her up over my shoulder and carry her to my room.
She lets out a squeak of surprise before giggling. “Ooh, I’ve always wanted to get up close and personal with this ass.” She demonstrates by grabbing a handful of said ass. “Maybe take an interview, go on a podcast with it . . .”
Her body sways as I continue my long strides.
“I’m quite enjoying this view, even if I am upside down,” she mumbles. “Are these the babies you work on inside that gym of yours? These buns of steel.” She thwacks one with an open palm. “I bet I’d chip a tooth on your ass . . . not that I’d complain. Who really needs all their teeth, anyway?”
“I do,” I say, turning my head to gently bite the side of her ass, making her laugh.
Closing the door to my room behind me, I drop her onto my mattress. She bounces as she giggles, but I note the shiver of anticipation that runs the length of her, creating goosebumps over her arms.
The sight of her in her tiny shorts and that damn crop top that’s now ridden up over her breasts, hair splayed out like a halo around her head, has a jolt of unneeded desire pulsing through to my cock. Unneeded, because the fucker is already painfully erect, and now I’m seconds from blowing my load when I haven’t even touched her.
I suppose that’s nothing new between us.
My knees press on either side of her thighs, my form large and intimidating over her much smaller one. Placing my hands on either side of her head, I hover over her, running my nose from the bottom of her earlobe down the smooth column of her throat.
I suck, lick, and bite her delicate skin. “Your obsession with these short tops and shorter bottoms is going to take years off my lifespan.”
“What’s a few years in the grand scheme of things?” she breathes softly as her fingers skate down to my waist, brushing my sides like she can’t get enough. They continue to trail lower, until her hand cups my rigid cock over my pants, making me hiss. “Plus, it makes accessing what you need that much easier, doesn’t it?”
I roll my length in her palm and she tightens her grip. “Therein lies the entire problem.”
“Not if it’s yours to touch.”
My eyes flick to hers, searching. “Is it?”
She runs her tongue along her bottom lip, giving me a smile I can’t quite decipher. “Sure seems like it to me. You’ve put a ring on it, haven’t you?”
She leaves the question hanging between us while she works me through my pants.
“Piper,” I grit, placing my hand over hers, unsure if I’m trying to stop her or help her continue.
After a few more tugs, I take her hand and place it over her head, bringing the other one up to meet it. She writhes and squirms under me, her thighs rubbing together as her scent permeates my senses, making me feel feral.
Lowering my head to her breasts, I brush my tongue over her rosy nipple, forcing a shaky breath out of her. I suck it, rolling the stiff peak around my tongue languidly before gripping it in between my teeth and tugging.
Piper bucks under me, her head falling back with a gasp. “Dev.”
I do the same to the other breast, giving it my full attention, while Piper’s chest heaves under my touch .
“Keep your hands above your head, baby,” I say, letting go of her wrists. “Maybe hold on to something . . . You’ll need it.”
Piper lets out a breathless moan, reaching for a pillow to bring under her head.
I smirk, laying kisses on the ridge between her breasts while still playing with her nipples. “Good girl.”
Her stomach caves as I inch my hands and lips down her smooth skin, licking and sucking as I chart my path lower. Her knees come up, her thighs pressing against my side as she wriggles under me, mumbling words I can barely make out past the blood rushing through my ears.
“Lift up,” I command, hooking my fingers on the elastic of her shorts and thong. “I want to see your pussy.”
“God, yes,” Piper whimpers, complying to help me drag them down her legs.
My gaze halts on her ankle, and I look at her in confusion. “Why do you have ‘turkey sandwich’ tattooed here?”
“Because,” she says, placing a hand over her ankle as if it’ll disappear if she does so, “I like turkey sandwiches. Now stop showing off. Knowing multiple languages isn’t going to impress me.” Her brow quirks. “But your tongue might.”
I grin, tossing her clothes to the floor and pulling her closer to me by her hips. I get my shoulders under her knees so her heels rest on my back. And then I take the time to feast my eyes on her.
“This beautiful pussy is all I’ve been able to think about lately,” I murmur, running my nose up her thigh and between her slick seam.
“Oh, God,” Piper gasps. “If it makes you feel better, this pussy thinks about you a lot, too. All my pussies do, actually.”
“That’s a relief,” I muse, flattening my tongue and taking a swipe from her entrance to her clit.
“Oh God, Dev,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “Did that fairyland grant you a magic tongue? ”
I smile, holding back a chuckle. “No, I could only pick one, so I chose a magic dick instead.”
Her thighs clasp around my head when I run my tongue over her again. “Oh my God, this is really embarrassing, but I think I might come now.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl, sucking one of her plump lips into my mouth. “I have plans to eat this pussy well into the middle of the night. You’re not coming until I’m good and ready.”
“You’re bossy and unfair, you know that?” She reaches for my hair, dropping her knees to the bed, and I gently bite the inside of her thigh in punishment. “Really living up to your Lex Luther supervillain name.”
“Hands over your head, Peter.”
She does as I ask once more and I get to work, sweeping my tongue over her entrance before swirling it around her clit. Over and over, I round her little nub, alternating with both the flat and tip of my tongue.
Piper writhes and moans under me, arching into my mouth. But right as I feel her clench—knowing her climax is seconds away—I pull away, licking her with longer, more languid strokes.
“No, please,” she complains, her hand finding my head again, as if to urge me back. When I immediately disconnect from her, she fists her pillow, her voice whiney. “Dev, I . . . I need . . .”
Her voice trails off when I flick her clit again with the tip of my tongue, back and forth, before sucking it into my mouth. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” she hisses, widening her thighs for me. “Just like that.”
Wetting the tip of my finger with the juices at her entrance, I test one digit, teasing and toying until I plunge it deeper inside .
With her hips back up in the air, Piper’s entire body comes to a halt and goosebumps scatter over her skin.
“Goddamn, that’s tight,” I growl, getting my finger knuckle-deep and curling it so her thighs tremble against my ears. “You think I can get another one in?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” I don’t need to see her to know she’s nodding or that her skin is flushed.
Fucking her with my finger, I continue to work her clit, circling it first before tapping it to change up the sensation. She seems to like that based on the guttural moan that emits from her chest. I feel the vibration of it against my lips.
With my hand splayed over her belly, I sink another finger inside her while my tongue continues to focus on her clit.
“Fuck, this pussy is going to make me an addict,” I murmur, licking and fucking her at a steady pace. “It’s so beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”
Her hips move against me, riding my face and heightening her pleasure.
“You should see the way you’re swallowing my fingers. You’ll look even more beautiful swallowing my cock.”
Moaning, Piper rolls against me, chasing her orgasm in earnest, and I can almost feel her unravel under me as I use every trick in my arsenal to give her what she wants.
Pumping, swirling, rolling, fucking.
I curl my fingers, finding that pebbled spot deep inside her, making her suck in a breath. She’s on the brink, a place that’s just within reach, when I increase my pace.
“Need this pussy to flood my tongue, baby,” I say against her. “Come for me.”
And whether it’s my words or the way I suck her clit between my teeth, pinching it before licking it, Piper’s scream pierces the air. Her hands twist inside the covers as her thighs quake, and waves of euphoria roll through her body.
Goddamn, she looks so pretty .
Using one hand to press down on her belly and hip, I hold her inside my mouth, continuing to devour her pussy like I might not eat for another week. It’s only when she cries out my name, riding out her last pulses, that I release her. I kiss her juicy clit once more before crawling up her body with a smug smirk.
Her chest heaves, but her glassy green eyes stay on me. I press my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on me, making us both moan.
We’re lost in a dance of tongues and groans for only a few seconds when Piper reaches for my cock, grabbing and pulling it toward her.
Her eyes blaze before that wicked smile finds her lips again. “Let’s take this magic dick out for a spin.”