25. Piper
twenty-five
piper
You’re My Favorite Overachiever
D ev smiles, eyes blazing, his chin still covered with me, before he gets off the bed.
The man is as complex as he is layered. A dirty-talking, possessive alpha under a buttoned-up guise. A thoughtful, soft-hearted human behind a cool and calculating billionaire. He’s surprisingly real and refreshing. Surprisingly unexpected and so damn handsome, something stirs inside my chest every time I look at him.
“I had no idea you could do such things with your mouth.” I’m raised on my elbows so I can watch the fine ass man in front of me while still trying to catch my breath. “Until last night, I thought it was only used to clip out a few words and twitch whenever you were mildly amused.”
Grasping the neck of his tight T-shirt from the back with one hand, Dev pulls it off himself in one swift movement, and my mouth goes dry.
Sexy doesn’t even begin to define how he looks, all rippling abs and solid pecs. It’s like staring at a real-life version of Michelangelo’s David, except he’s got better hair, the perfect tan, and has kept up his gym routine .
Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he takes out a condom. “And now? Has your mind been changed?”
I lick my bottom lip, watching him unbutton his jeans, letting them slide to the floor. His dick tents his boxer-briefs, and I rub my slick thighs together instinctively. God, the way I want him inside me.
“Oh, it’s been thoroughly changed,” I say, watching him drop his briefs to the ground. My breath hitches. “Now, I’ll want that mouth on me all the time.”
My eyes drag down to the V pointing to his thick cock. The one he grasps inside his massive hand, pumping it before he swipes his thumb over the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Holy fucking hotness. The man is devastatingly beautiful, and a deadly combination of sweet, thoughtful, and considerate. The type of man who could one-hundred-percent hurtle me toward an early death.
If not death, then definitely a heart condition.
And a heart condition of that kind is so much worse than death.
He tears the packet and slides the condom over his shaft, stalking toward me again. “That’s quite the change in tone, Peter . . . seeing as your first rule was no kissing.”
Yeah, well, I’m a good-old-fashioned rule breaker, Mr. Menon. Punish me and send me on my way.
I don’t respond. Honestly, I haven’t quite processed our first kiss yet, despite the fact that it’s all I’ve thought about. Despite the fact that I pinned him against the wall as soon as we got back and kissed him again.
That kiss had created an explosion inside my ribs I’d never felt before. And when our mouths had parted, a warmth had settled where the explosion had occurred. I already know that no matter how much I try to replace that warmth with the same cool disinterest and emptiness that was there before, I’ll fail .
Because Dev Menon isn’t content to just wreak havoc on my senses and my body. He’s determined to do the same to my heart.
I reach out as soon as his knees find the mattress again, gliding my hand over his sheathed cock. The weight of him inside my palm has another pool of want dripping from me.
A huff of air passes through his clenched teeth, and his head falls back when I stroke him. “Jesus, Piper,” he croaks.
“How long has it been for you?”
It’s not something I’d intended on asking. It irritates me to even think about someone else touching him this way. But sometimes my mouth speaks before my brain has given it a green light.
His dark eyes meet mine. “Almost two years.”
I want to ask why. Why, when I know his last relationship ended a year and a half ago? Why, when I know he could have had anyone he wanted after that? Literally, women—and men—would leave their partners for this man if that’s what he wanted.
But I decide to keep those thoughts to myself for now.
I’m sure he knows I’ve done my research, not that anything about his life is very hard to find. It’s about as private as a fish in a glass bowl. Every move and every relationship is out there for public consumption, for him to be dissected and judged by every news and gossip column alike.
“And you’re choosing to break your dry spell with me?”
He reaches for my chin, grasping it gently. “There’s no one else I want.”
That same warmth rekindles inside my chest, threatening to consume me, so before he can do more damage, I take his hand off my chin and kiss the inside of his palm. “I want to be on top.”
Dev’s eyes darken and a smirk graces his lips. But he does what I ask, scooting all the way to the headboard .
Tossing my shirt on the floor, I crawl toward him, completely naked. My eyes stay on his as I make my way on all fours up over his spread legs. My hair glides over the mattress as my hands and knees sink into the fabric. I can tell he definitely likes what he sees based on the little groan that rumbles inside his chest.
With my hand on his shoulder, I straddle him, recalling the similar position we were in at the salon. A position where I’m in control.
Dev’s hand spans my bare hip, while his other grabs his hard length. He glides his sheathed tip through my arousal, coating himself with me. “You want control, meri jaan ?”
His all-too-astute gaze collides with mine, and I know there’s no point in creating new walls or erecting new barriers. He can see past them, and he knows exactly what I’m doing.
He glides his crowned head through my wet seam again, making me hiss. His hand tightens on my hip, and I roll my head back, hoping he can’t see my entire truth written across my face.
He slowly urges me down, and I gasp as my pussy stretches over him, taking him in a few inches. It’s not entirely pleasurable, but it’s not painful either, as my body tries to adjust to his size.
“Holy shit,” I moan as I lift off him almost completely before I push him inside me again, a little more than before. “You feel . . . so fucking good.”
Dev grabs the back of my neck, pulling my forehead toward him so our groans intermingle. “Let me ask you something, sweetheart. How much control have you had when it comes to this? To us?” He waits until my eyes slide from his lips to meet his eyes. “To me?”
I lower down his shaft, taking another inch while sucking in a breath.
“You don’t have to answer because, when it comes to this thing between us,” he says, his tone unwavering. “I know as well as you do that you can’t control it. I’m not just inside this perfect pussy of yours, Piper, I’m in your fucking bloodstream. You could work your entire life to get rid of me, but I’d still be there, lingering inside your veins.”
And with that little dose of reality, he pulls me down so he’s completely sheathed inside me.
“Oh, God!” I scream, feeling so full, I’m positive I’ll split down the middle. I throw my head back again as my fingernails bite into his shoulder. “Oh, fuck!”
Neither of us moves for a moment, save for our chests heaving. And then I feel his lips brush against my throat—the constellation of tiny moles I have there. His tongue follows the trail with languid licks and his hand urges my hips to rock.
“Widen your legs for me.”
I spread as far as I can, using my knees to pull myself up and down over him. “Are all billionaire dicks this big?” I pant as my back bows.
“Don’t know and don’t care,” he mumbles against my neck. “Stop thinking about other billionaire dicks while mine is inside you.”
I bite my bottom lip, holding back a chuckle as I rise and fall on his lap. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’ve never seen another one of this unique standing and girth. It’s as stately and dignified as you are.”
A chuckle rumbles through him and my core tightens around him. There’s no describing how much I love the sound of his laughs. “Pretty sure ‘dignified’ will be the last word you’ll use to describe him when you can’t walk tomorrow. Now, breathe for me.”
I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath.
I do as he’s asked, and it helps my body loosen up.
Another thing that helps my body loosen up? His mouth around my nipple .
With his fingers now tweaking my other nipple, Dev sucks my pebbled bud into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. I feel myself getting wetter around him, sliding down his shaft more easily.
God, this feels too good. Way better than I expected or wanted.
Moving his hot mouth to my other nipple, he continues his ministrations while I find my rhythm fucking him. Soon my breathing becomes erratic, frantic, and I honestly have to wonder if my lungs will keep up.
Sweat beads over my brow and my skin feels hot. My fingers rise from his shoulders to tangle with the hair at the nape of his neck. His gorgeous, dark, lush hair that I still can’t believe led us to this point.
The sounds of our heavy breaths and bodies colliding resonates inside the otherwise quiet room.
“I’m shocked you still remembered how to do this after all this time,” I say, goading him. Even during the best sex of my life, it’s what I live for. “When you said two years, I was worried I’d be giving instructions.”
He huffs out an amused breath. “Well, you are doing most of the work.”
“That’s true,” I say, my breaths ragged. “I suppose I deserve most of the credit. You can thank me for your orgasm later.”
“How about I thank you by giving you two more?” He groans when I roll my hips one way and then the other, dragging his cock through my walls.
“It’s the thing I love most about you, Mr. Luther,” I say, biting my bottom lip because goddamn, the man feels so good inside me. “That go-getter attitude. You’re my favorite overachiever.”
Dev rewards me by slapping my ass when I lift up. With a hiss, I slam back down on him .
Soon, we find our rhythm again, though I’m riding him like he’s taking me to the promise lands. And when our movements slow just a touch, Dev pulls my lips to his, kissing me with so much passion, I’m breathless by the end of it.
I’ve never kissed and fucked. Well, not since Andrés. But since then, the two haven’t mixed, especially since kissing has always been off-limits with anyone.
But at this moment, aside from my feeble attempt to maintain some control over whatever this is between us, I honestly couldn’t care what he asked me to do. I’d do it.
We detach from our kiss, and Dev brings his thumb to my clit, circling it over and over again in a way that drives me wild. Meeting me halfway, he thrusts up into me, finding that sweet spot inside me, and I feel my walls clench around him.
“You like that?” he asks, looking at where he’s touching me. His heart pounds as hard as mine against me.
“Yes,” I hiss, undulating over him, feeling my eyes roll backward. “Please don’t stop.”
“Am I hurting you?”
The gentleness in his tone has that warmth exploding inside me again.
I shake my head. “Only in the best way.”
He rolls me over his cock as I slam down on him at a faster pace. I’m still feeling fuller than I ever have and there’s a slight tinge of pain with the way I’m stretched around him, but I’ll be damned if I ask him to stop. I never want him to stop.
He feels so fucking good—inside me, against me, around me. The delicious hints of his cologne mixed with the scent of sex surrounds my senses, and I edge closer to my impending climax.
“God, this feeling,” I moan, practically sobbing. “How do you feel so good?”
“Look down, baby.” He tilts his chin to where we’re connected, the place where he’s completely inside me. “Look how hot this is. Your needy little pussy with my cock so far inside, I’m practically touching your ribs.”
“Oh, God!” I whimper, feeling the beginnings of my release.
“Fuck, you take me so well.” His thumb hastens the circling over my clit, and I place my fingers over his to help him with it. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart. Fuck me like you own me.”
I come with the speed and intensity of a freight train, throwing my head back and screaming into the room, only to feel Dev coming right along with me. His fingers dig into my sides, leaving more of the same fingerprints I had the last time I was on his lap.
He buries his face into my neck, groaning, but I don’t miss his soft whisper, “Because you own me, Piper.”
Those words . . .
Does he know what he’s saying?
Is it the post-sex endorphins talking?
We’re breathing in unison, descending from outer space together, when I make a move to get off his lap.
Dev’s fingers tighten on me, keeping me in my place. His hooded eyes stroll over my face in adoration, appreciation. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
I hide my smile against his neck, breathing in his scent like it’s a limited-edition fragrance and I’m trying to memorize it. Yeah, I have issues.
There’s no denying I want to stay here. Not just a night, but for an entire lifetime. But not when this is all destined to end. Not when this was all based on my proposal to have fun while we’re both in this together. Temporarily.
I lift up to find his eyes, feeling his fingers trail up and down my back. It sends renewed goosebumps flying across my skin. “Dev. ”
He must see it written all over my face because understanding flashes over him. “You don’t want to stay the night.”
I swallow, curling my fingers into his hair. “It’s what’s best for us.”
He leans in, grasping my lips with his, and pulling me into a slow, sensual kiss.
A moment later, I shift off him, with a heart that seems tilted. Askew in a way that feels like it’s ill-designed for my chest. After putting on my thong, I gather my things while Dev watches me from where he’s still sitting on his bed.
I’m just reaching for his door after waving to him when he stops me. “Hey, Peter?”
I turn to see my favorite dimple cozied up inside his cheek. “Yeah?”
“You told me to thank you for the orgasm, so . . .” He gets a strangely boyish look in his eyes, despite the very adult conversation we’re having. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Lex.” I raise a brow, testing out the waters. “Would you like another one tomorrow?”
He contemplates it for a moment. “I’d be an idiot to say no.”
“Then I guess it’s a date.”
“Want to do the crossword together afterward?”
I burst out laughing. This guy. This gorgeous and adorable fucking guy.
“What am I, an animal? Of course I want to do the crossword afterward. It’s the only post-orgasm activity I ever take part in, aside from watching hockey.”
He chuckles. “We can do both.”
I lift my brow. “I saw an entire room upstairs covered with baseball paraphernalia. Are you sure you’d want to watch hockey with me?”
Dev smirks. “I think I can make room in my life for another sport. ”
“Then consider it a date.”
“Goodnight, Piper.”
“Thank you for a great night, Mr. Menon. A great weekend, in fact.”
And with that, I bolt across the living room to the safety of my own room, like I’m running from my worst fear. A fear— a temptation —by the name of Dev Menon. The epitome of my desire and the match ready to strike my self-control.
My rules are there for a reason, and though I’ve already broken the cardinal one, I’m clinging to the others like a lifeline.
A lifeline I’ll need if I’m to come out the other end of this intact.