16. Piper #3
Warm lips ghost over mine, so close I can feel the heat of his breath.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and it’s enough to have me arching up against him, desperate for more.
But he pulls away before I can get lost in it.
His tongue drags down my throat, leaving a hot, wet trail that makes my head spin, teasing lower until finally reaching my breasts.
Dark eyes lift to meet mine just as his lips close around a nipple, sucking it through the lace before moving to the other breast, giving it the same torturous attention.
“Is this slutty enough for you?” I taunt as he kisses his way down my body. Instinctively, my legs part, allowing him to settle between them where he belongs.
“It’s perfect,” he says as he hooks a finger under the waistband of my panties.
“They’re brand new, so don’t tear them,” I say with a chuckle, and his gaze lowers.
“New or not, they’re already fucking ruined,” he mutters, his thumb sliding over the fabric, rubbing slowly against my clit. “You’re soaked for me.”
He grips the top of my underwear, pulling up just enough that the material presses against me.
His mouth finds my inner thighs, kissing, sucking, biting—each touch pulling a whimper from my lips.
With the panties still lifted, he licks up both sides of my pussy.
He pulls them to the side, opening me up with his fingers and exposing every single inch of me.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he murmurs as he leans in and kisses the tip of my clit.
“Please, Christian, you’re killing me here.”
“And you don’t think parading yourself around up here, something I couldn’t have, hasn’t been killing me?
” He flattens his tongue, dragging it from my opening to my clit.
My head falls back, and a broken moan escapes my throat.
“Knowing you’ve always been so close, yet completely out of reach has fucked me up in ways you can’t imagine. ”
“I’ve always been yours, Christian. Even when I tried not to be.”
Yes. Even with your son, I couldn’t help but think about you—every single time.
He freezes for a split second, then something snaps. A low growl vibrates in his throat as he buries his face against my thigh, inhaling me like I’m the only thing keeping him breathing.
“Tell me what I need to know,” he rasps, shoving his jeans and boxers completely off, and holy shit—he’s everything. Big, hard, and built like some untamed god dragged down to earth. “Piper? I need to know now.”
My brain feels like it’s melting, but somehow, I get the words out. “I’m on birth control, and I always— I’ve never… I’m safe and clean.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and in those two words I feel everything.
All the months of aching for him. Every sleepless night I spent torturing myself with thoughts of him, touching myself to fantasies I tried to tell myself I shouldn’t be having.
He rips off my panties and dives back between my thighs, his mouth ruthless as he licks and sucks until I’m nothing but a writhing mess.
My hands claw at the sheets, and my body bows under the pleasure he’s giving me.
I force myself to sit up on my elbows, eyes hazy as I watch him, and what I see makes my whole body tighten .
Christian’s hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking himself hard and fast while his eyes hold mine.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. “I want to watch you.”
He rises onto his knees, and my back arches when he slides one thick finger inside me, then a second, stretching me open.
“Eyes on me,” he commands, and I meet his gaze. “No… look at me.”
He wraps his fist around his dick, working himself just as thoroughly as the two thick fingers currently fucking me.
He curls those fingers and hits that spot.
That exact spot. The one my favorite vibrator spent months trying to find.
The one that makes my entire body feel like it’s about to detonate.
“Yeah, there it is. So wet. So fucking soft.”
Christian’s thumb circles my clit while he fucks the life out of me and himself. His jaw clenches, and his veins pop along his forearms as he works himself over like he can’t decide whether he wants to wreck me or himself first.
“Fuck, I’m there,” he rasps. “I need you with me, Piper. Just like last time.”
The memory slams into me—him losing it and coming in his pants just from touching me.
“Keep going,” I whimper, my body strung so tight it feels like I’m about to snap.
Christian’s head suddenly tilts back, his entire body tightening as cum shoots from his cock, landing on his hand that’s still buried inside me.
He starts fucking his release into me, and the sight of it sends me crashing over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me so savagely that I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and I can’t fucking move.
“Fuck,” he growls, still pumping into me. “Look at you dripping in me.”
My eyes fight to close, but I refuse to look away as my orgasm begins to fade, and my body goes boneless against the bed.
His fingers slide out of me, but they don’t stop playing. He doesn’t stop teasing, and with his semi-hard cock, which is still bigger than average, he rubs the head all over my soaked pussy, dragging it up and down and tapping it against my clit .
He lowers himself down, his forearms bracketing my head, and his full weight presses me into the mattress.
“Tell me now if you want me to wrap up, because if not, I’m fucking you raw.”
“Raw,” I whisper, my voice shaking a little. “I want you just as you are.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he thrusts inside me. “How are you even…”
“Are you kidding? I needed to take the edge off because if I’d gotten inside you before I came, I would’ve blown in seconds.
” He thrusts again, harder this time, dragging a broken moan out of me.
“One look, Piper, that’s all it takes. One look from you and I could come like a fucking animal. Not ashamed to admit you wreck me.”
“You’re getting harder.”
“You feel that?” I nod, my mouth open as I try to fully process the moment. Try to absorb the feel of the man of my fucking dreams, buried to the hilt inside me.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, so soft I barely hear myself. But I need his mouth, his breath, the feel of his lips on mine.
He dips down, his tongue sliding against mine, and I can feel him wrestling back that feral side of himself just to give me this tender moment.
“Now please fucking move, Christian.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, and with one brutal stroke, he pulls out and slams home so hard I arch clean off the bed. He does it again and again—slow but devastating—hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Christian… it’s… fuck, it’s too much.” His pace turns punishing, like he’s trying to carve himself into my soul. “It’s… holy shit… I’m going to?—”
“Come for me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Be my good girl and get me off with that tight pussy.”
Yeah, he’s going to kill me with that mouth.
His words alone nearly finish me. But when his mouth latches onto my breast, hand still tangled in my hair, the sensation sends my orgasm ripping through me like wildfire.
I shatter completely, crying out his name as my nails sink into his biceps hard enough to leave marks he’ll wear for days.
He doesn’t slow down. He just keeps fucking me through it until he drives in one final time, a guttural growl tearing out of him as he pulses inside me, his hips locked tight against mine.
My hand trembles as I reach for his jaw, memorizing the feel of him like I’m trying to etch it into my bones—just in case this is all I get.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, like I’m even capable of it right now. He turns to kiss my palm before claiming my mouth, keeping himself buried deep.
When he finally slides out, he spreads my thighs even wider. The way he looks at me, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches himself drip from me—god, I’ve never felt more worshipped.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, his fingers tracing through his release, coating his fingertips before dragging them over my clit in slow, torturous circles.
My entire body is overstimulated, but I never want him to stop.
“Mine.” His eyes lock on the evidence of him still glistening on my skin. “You’re mine.”
I have no idea if he’s talking to me or my vagina at this point, but I don’t really care because both have just been thoroughly fucking owned by this man.
We’ve been talking for what must be an hour, wrapped up in conversation like we’re making up for lost time.
It feels natural and effortless, as if we’ve slipped into something we were always meant to be.
We jump from one topic to the next—work, favorite places, dreams we’ve never dared to speak out loud.
And now, I’m grilling him about his brother Colton because, hello, total fangirl moment.
“So, what’s he really like? Because the interviews make him seem like this golden boy who can do no wrong, but no one’s that perfect.”
“I’m starting to get a little worried that you’ve got a thing for my baby brother.” His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, but there’s a hint of something possessive in his voice that makes my insides flutter.
“Definitely not.” I laugh, poking his chest. “But if you could score me tickets, I wouldn’t complain… God, what I’d give to hear him and Trace Montgomery sing ‘Heaven In Your Eyes’ live.”
“Is that your favorite song?” he asks, and I nod, all dreamy. “Noted.”
His chuckle rumbles through me, and we fall quiet as moonlight spills through the window, painting silver streaks across his skin.
“I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas already,” I say, and he presses a gentle kiss into my hair.
“Are you spending the holiday with your sister?”
“Yeah, we don’t have any family, so it’ll just be the two of us.”
“Travis mentioned you don’t see your parents.” I appreciate that he asks straight out; there’s no tiptoeing around the subject like he’s afraid I’ll break if he pushes too hard.
“Never met my dad, and my mom was… well, she was more interested in vodka than bedtime stories. My sister basically raised me while trying to grow up herself. She was barely a teenager, still trying to figure herself out, but she was the one making sure I ate, got to school, and kept me safe when no one else gave a damn.” The memories hit me—cold leftovers for dinner, eviction notices piling up, the way Violet would stay with me at night until I fell asleep.
“Then I went to college, and Violet moved out here. I followed after graduation. So yeah, it’s just us.
” He doesn’t rush to fill the silence. He just waits and listens in a way that makes me feel like every word I say actually matters.
“What about you? Your parents—were they good ones?”
“The best,” he says. “Although we lost my mom when I was almost fifteen, so I’ve had to go through most of my life without her.”
“I’m so sorry, that must have been… I can’t imagine.”
“Colton had it worse. He never had a single day with her. Think she held him for maybe ten minutes before we lost her.” I swear I feel my heart crack right down the middle.
“Pops did his best to make up for what we lost. Made sure we had what we needed, tried to keep us busy, and worked us all hard enough so we didn’t have time to miss what we didn’t have.
” His fingers trace gentle patterns along my wrist, like he’s soothing himself as much as he’s soothing me.
“He passed away four years ago, but he was ready. Ready to see my mom again. It was like the years without her just… drained him.” I turn my face toward him, and his eyes land on mine, but before I can even think about what to say, he leans in and gently kisses the tip of my nose.
“That’s why we spend Christmas at Callan’s.
So that everyone who’s missing someone can all be together. ”
“Well, maybe I’ll make my sister’s life easier and tell her to skip cooking this year.”
“You’d both be more than welcome.”
“I’ll mention it to Violet.” I let my fingers wander across his chest, enjoying the way his muscles relax under my touch. “It might be too soon, though. First Christmas without Dillon is bound to hit hard.”
“Callan said they ended things without too much bloodshed.”
“Yeah, but Violet and awkward situations?” I snort, shaking my head. “Let’s just say her mouth runs faster than her brain filter.”
“I’ve seen her and Cal square off a few times, and she’s never let him get away with a damn thing.”
“That’s because she’s fiery as hell.” I nestle further into him, inhaling his scent and soaking up his warmth.
“Those two need to either throw hands or fuck it out already. Preferably the second option—the bar’s too nice to wreck.”
“Oh, there’s some unresolved tension there for sure.” I laugh, my palm flattening against his chest as his chuckle vibrates through me.
“Speaking of tension…” He pushes himself up, settling at the edge of the bed, and I follow, my legs twisted in the rumpled sheets. “I’ve got an early start tomorrow. I need to grab a shower and get some sleep.”
“Oh, right, of course.” I gesture vaguely over my shoulder, suddenly feeling like that post-sex confidence is slipping away. “I should probably…”
His hand locks around my wrist as I try to bolt, and his voice lowers, turning my spine to liquid.
“You should probably what? Go back to the bed you were sharing with my son. Not a fucking chance, darlin’.
” Oh god, I’m a puddle for this man. “I want your pretty ass in my shower. Gonna soap you up real slow, then fuck you hard enough to make that pussy sing for me again. After that, you’re in my bed until you leave this farm. ”
If this is how I go out—fucked stupid by a cowboy—just toss my satisfied corpse down the slope.Maybe leave a large sign that says, “R.I.P. to this horny little slut. Death by Multiple Orgasms thanks to the best cowboy dick around.”