33. Piper
thirty-three
piper
No Walls, No Rules
I ’ve barely stepped past the threshold before his strong arms pull me forward. The door shuts behind me, and I’m pinned against the back of his bedroom door before Dev drops to his knees in front of me.
The expression on his face is haunted, forlorn and desperate, unlike I’ve ever seen, and the muscles of his bare shoulders and back seem coiled and tense. My brows pinch and I reach out to sweep some of the hair off his forehead, but it’s as if he’s somewhere else. Not entirely here.
His eyes are distant, his mouth set in a rigid line, as his hands move up my thighs and under my leather skirt. He wiggles it up my hips before he reaches for the waistband of my thong. He pulls them down, and I step out of them, only for him to bury his nose inside my seam, inhaling me lasciviously.
He pulls away, looking up at me. His burdened eyes plead with me as if he thinks I’ll deny him if he doesn’t beg. “I need you. Please let me taste you.”
I swallow. A part of me wants him to talk to me, to tell me why he looks so burdened, while the other knows it’s not the time. That right now, with whatever he’s going through, this is the only way I can help him. That he needs this even more than I do. And there is no denying how much I need it, how much I want him.
I nod and it’s all the invitation he needs. In what feels like a single movement, Dev lifts my leg over his shoulder, spreads my lips apart with his fingers, and buries his face inside my center.
Dear God, Almighty.
Heat unfurls inside my stomach and my hand gets lodged on the back of his head as my back arches off the door. My head falls back with a thud when his tongue presses against my clit. Tasting, rolling, coaxing.
With a thumb working my clit and his scruff providing the perfect friction against my thighs, he takes long, leisurely strokes, as if he doesn’t want to leave a single inch of me untasted. That same thumb continues to rub circles around my sensitive bud before he stretches it out, exposing my clit, and flicks it with his tongue. Again and again.
My jaw locks and my chest heaves as I try to breathe through my nose.
Because this . . .? This will be the way I want to die.
Under the ferocity of his tongue.
The bidding and command of his mouth.
“Oh, my God,” I say through clenched teeth as the heavenly laps of his tongue wage war over my most sensitive part.
He licks me again, covering my bud with his mouth, before alternating sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, eating me out like he’s getting ready to take part in the Olympics.
Meanwhile my body is preparing for a triathlon.
My short breaths, the sounds of his lips against my lower ones, and his satisfied moans have my fingers tightening in his hair. My eyes squeeze tight as I grind myself shamelessly against his mouth .
“Mmm. Yes, baby, I could do this all damn day,” he mutters. “Keep fucking my tongue.”
My body takes over, my mind going to the wayside as I undulate over his greedy mouth. My nipples harden and my toes curl as goosebumps erupt all over my body.
I’m on the edge, so ready to fall, when Dev places a hand on my belly. He flattens his tongue over my clit before he works two fingers inside me, working me just the way I need.
He pulses them in and out and I’m ready to free-fall, with no care in the world as to how long or how far I’ll be falling. Just ready to let go.
My skin catches on fire, tension coils inside my belly, and my heart pounds out of control as Dev curls his fingers forward.
And just like that, I’m done.
Splintering from the inside out, my orgasm slams into me with the power of a storm. Every muscle contracts while I scream out my release, shoving his face into me while wordlessly begging him to keep going.
And God, does he ever.
It’s astonishing how the man can look even more beautiful on his knees, with my wet and bare center inside his mouth, my leg sprawled over his back, and my toes curled.
We’re a goddamn picture. An artist’s muse.
Dev continues to move his tongue inside me, over me, as his warm brown gaze finds mine. It’s deadly sharp now, less distant than when he started, cataloging my every move until I’m collapsing from the fury his tongue lashed inside me. He doesn’t let me fall though, holding me steady as he eases his lashes and licks.
I suck in a labored breath, as if I did any of the work, and Dev presses a smiling kiss against my thigh. So proud of himself, as usual .
He lifts, keeping his hands on my hips, before standing in front of me. “Fucking delicious, every single drop of you.”
He dips to take my lips in his, letting me taste myself, and I throw my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.
“Sweet and wild,” he whispers against my lips.
Sweet and wild.
It’s the same words he whispers into my ear every night as I fall asleep in his arms. Words that send butterflies soaring inside my belly and lightning bugs floating behind my eyelids. Words I’ve become addicted to, much like I’ve become addicted to him.
I wobble a little against him before my hand drops to his erection, raging against his pants. I look up at him pleadingly, much the same way he did earlier with me. “I want you in my mouth.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t do it to get something in return. I just needed to taste you.”
I undo the button on his jeans, rolling down his zipper. “And now I need to taste you .”
I sink down to my knees, but he quickly hauls me over his shoulder, patting my bare ass, before taking me to his bed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I say, trying not to whine.
“You want to suck my cock? Do it from my bed. I don’t want your knees on the hard floor.”
A jolt of something warm and fuzzy runs through me, pricking my chest the same way it pricks the corners of my eyes. Holy shit. There is no way this man just made giving him a blow job swoony.
He gently puts me on his bed, and I take no time freeing him from his boxer-briefs. The same feeling hits me every time I see his cock—a mix of worry and excitement. It’s long and girthy, with the most perfect and smooth mushroom tip.
There’s a bead of pre-cum leaking from him that makes me salivate. I squeeze my thighs, feeling myself get wet again, and grip the base of his cock tight, the way I’ve learned he likes it.
“Fuck,” Dev groans.
And just when his hand curls behind my neck and his fingers tangle into my hair, I lean over and lick the backside, along the thick vein that travels all the way to the head.
Dev moans, his head falling back as his hand tightens in my hair. “Fuck, baby . . . yes.”
I do it again, running my tongue along his length before flicking my tongue on his tip. He twitches in my hand while thunderous groans rumble in his chest. His abs tense and my pussy clenches at the sight of that soft trail of hair that descends from beneath his belly button.
If it hasn’t been said before, in various magazines and online columns, Dev Menon is the most beautiful man on earth. And he’s even more beautiful when he’s wrapped in ecstasy and halfway to coming in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around his head a few more times before I widen my mouth and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Oh, God, baby,” he moans, emitting a heavy breath. “Your mouth. Jesus, your mouth is . . .” I pull him out almost all the way and take him all the way to the back of my throat again. “Get on your elbows and lift your ass in the air for me.”
I do as he asks, feeling the cool air in the room against my most sensitive skin only for a few seconds before feeling his fingers at my entrance again.
Dev leans over me, sliding his fingers through my wet seam as I continue to bob over his length, gagging when I take him deeper into my throat.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” he says, pinching my clit and making me jolt and moan around him.
I suck harder, rolling my tongue around him and keeping my mouth wet and loose, listening to the sounds of his pleasure and feeling like a fucking queen when he praises me.
“You look so pretty with this cock in your mouth,” he says, his hand guiding me up and down his erection. “The prettiest mouth I’ve ever felt.”
That last comment unfurls a little bout of jealousy inside my stomach, but I continue to work over him, licking and sucking him off. I know he’s been with others, just like I have, but did they get these words of praise? Did they do it better?
Dev’s legs shake in front of me and I know he’s close. I pull off him again half-way while I stroke his base with my hand, using my spit to apply the perfect amount of friction. I can feel his cock expand slightly inside me, and I’m ready for him to come when he pulls me off him completely.
I stare at him, stunned, my jaw aching from having him inside me. “Wh–”
He nods to the bed, and I see that same guarded and sullen look in his eyes. What’s going on with him?
“Dev—”
“I need you, Piper. All the way. No walls, no rules.”
I swallow, blinking up at him. He means my walls. My rules.
We’ve never had missionary sex before. Hell, I’ve never had it ever. Not even when I was with Andrés. It always felt too intimate for me, too raw, too exposed.
But isn’t that how this man has always made me feel? Too raw, too exposed? He’s never seen what I’ve given the rest of the world to see. He’s always seen more. Always demanded more—more of me, more for himself.
And whether it’s the knowledge that I’ve never been able to hold on to my pathetic rules with him or the vulnerability and desperation in his gaze, I nod again.
I do more than that, giving him my full confirmation by pulling off my shirt, unclasping my bra, and throwing them both over the edge of the bed. Then I wiggle out of my skirt, throwing it over as well, before leaning back on my elbows to look at him.
And just to really hit home with my answer, I flatten my feet on the mattress and pull up my knees, opening them so he can see exactly what I'm offering.
Dev’s nostrils flare as he drops his briefs, his heated gaze running rampant over me, lingering on my wet pussy. He can’t tell, but I can feel my walls pulsing ever so slightly, begging for him to fill me.
More pre-cum leaks from his tip and he brushes his thumb over it before fisting and stroking himself.
We haven’t been using condoms over the past weeks. At some point we’d made it clear that neither one of us wanted them, and since I’ve been on birth control forever, getting pregnant wasn’t a concern.
Though, the thought of being knocked up with Dev Menon’s baby? It’s been buzzing around in my head more than I’ll ever admit. Nor will I do a deep-dive into my psyche to figure out why.
The mattress sinks as Dev climbs on and I lay back. He settles in between my knees, using his forearms on either side of my head to hover over me.
Molten-brown eyes, darker and deeper than his usual chestnut color, swirl with desire. His heated body brushes against mine, sending jolts of electricity over my skin.
His large hand encompasses the back of my knee before he lifts it over his shoulder, giving himself the angle he wants, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. His brow ascends, giving me one more chance to say no, and when I nod, he guides his length inside me.
Slowly.
Inch by beautiful inch .
And when he bottoms out, our intermingled groans and escaped breaths fill the room.
My hands find his back and my eyes collide with his, his gaze reverent as if he’s seeing me for the first time. As if he’s never seen anything as precious.
“Piper,” he murmurs, looking down at our connection in awe. “Goddamn, baby, has it ever . . .?”
I follow his gaze, watching him slide in and out of me in a way I’ve never allowed a man to do, and shake my head. I know what he’s asking, but I'm unable to speak. My voice feels lodged inside my throat like gravel.
No, it’s never felt like this. Not with anyone.
And it never will.
Holding my hip with one hand, he pulls out and fills me to the hilt, so that he ends where I begin, begins where I end. He places kisses on my collarbone, then his favorite moles on my neck, before finding my lips.
We kiss, deep and lost in the pleasure, and his fingers find my clit as he continues to drive into me. But it’s not frenzied or fast; it’s perfect. Everything I could have imagined and so much more.
Taking his mouth off mine, he sucks on my nipple, making me arch off the bed. My nails dig into his back as our skin slides against each other.
We find a rhythm as Dev snaps his hips, filling me again and again. My fingertips lower, pressing into his ass as I guide him inside me, while we watch each other.
Our mouths are slack. Not a word is exchanged yet so much is spoken.
It’s terrifying and freeing all at once. Like bungee jumping into a void.
But there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
And when he slips his arm under me, bringing me closer, I wrap myself tighter around him. We move in tandem, slow and fast, erratic and steady. Like we’ve done this a million times.
But it’s when we’re both coming together, groaning and melting into each other, that he truly terrifies me even as he makes me see stars.
His lips move against mine, but there’s no mistaking the words. At least, the ones I understand.
“I love you, my beautiful Piper. Tujhse jeetna toh hamesha namumkin tha, meri jaan. Par tujhse harna, jannat pane ke barabar. ”? 1
1 ? Winning against you was always going to be impossible, sweetheart. But losing to you is equal to finding heaven.