Page 19 of Pickled
“Piper,” I managed to grunt, but she didn’t stop. Her right hand released my thigh, and she squeezed my sack as she continued sucking. I wasn’t going to last another thirty seconds. “Piper,” I said a little louder and pulled her to her feet. The hot Miamiair chilled my dick after the warmth of her mouth, and for a moment, I second-guessed my decision.
“Yes?” She bit her bottom lip and reached for my slick cock.
“We need to get you out of these clothes.” I yanked her to me. My dick was sandwiched between her body and mine, and I wondered if she could feel it pulsing. I was doing my best to compose myself.
She stood on her toes, and her lips met mine. Her hands gripped my neck, and I squeezed her tightly, sliding my hands down her sides, where I was reminded that she was wearing a soaking wet skort. I tucked my thumbs into either side of the waistband. Piper shivered as I rolled the spandex over her ass. But this shiver was different. She wasn’t cold; she was turned on—maybe even as much as me.
A rustling of leaves brought me out of the horny haze. What was I thinking? I tugged Piper’s skort up and wrapped a towel around her. We were outside, underneath the patio lights, almost totally buck naked. As I turned toward the noise, an exasperated sigh slipped out of my mouth. All I had were my bare hands to face whatever had interrupted us.
The bougainvillea rustled, and C.C. burst from its branches.
“Fuck.” I shook my head.
Piper giggled. “It sounded like there was a panther in there.”
C.C. trotted between us, pausing to rub against my legs before taking a seat in front of the patio door. “It looks like he wants to go inside.” Piper smiled as she watched the cat.
“He usually scratches the window.” The embarrassment at being startled by a five-pound cat had caused my erection to drop tohalf-mast. I wrapped a towel around my waist, hoping that there weren’t any paparazzi hiding next to the gators and the snakes. I could handle the cold-blooded predators, but the ones with the cameras were the worst.
Piper turned to me. “He sure has made himself at home here.”
I sighed. “You’re not wrong.” C.C. ran inside as soon as I opened the door.
With Piper still wrapped in the towel, I followed her inside, the cool air inside feeling more like Northern Michigan than Southern Florida.
“What would you do if someone claimed him now?”
I closed the door behind us, making sure the blinds were closed tightly before scooping her into my arms. The towel around my waist dropped to my ankles, and she giggled as I gave it an aggressive soccer kick out of the way.
It was time to admit the truth to Piper—and myself. “That cat has only been in my life for what, a week?” I strode through the kitchen to the stairs. “I can’t imagine my life without him.”
“I know what that feels like.” Piper crossed her ankles and leaned into me. Did she know that I wasn’t just talking about the cat? Yes, I couldn’t imagine my life without him; it would be boring as hell, but I also started to wonder what my life would feel like if Piper wasn’t in it. I’d spend that last week wondering what she was doing, imagining her in the stands, wondering what she wore to bed, and what she took in her coffee.
She squealed and held on tightly as I took the stairs three at a time. Luckily, with Piper’s almost naked body in my arms, by the time we got to the bedroom, my dick had returned torock-hard status. Facing each other, my entire body shuddered as Piper’s fingertips trailed down my chest, following the line of hair between my abs. I couldn’t take it one second longer. I kissed Piper’s shoulder and pushed her onto the bed to continue my battle with her skort: Gideon versus Lululemon. Victorious, the black material fell to the carpeted floor with a dull thud.
Piper’s legs immediately wrapped around my waist, her ankles linking behind me as our lips met again. She was completely naked now. Heat ripped through my body, leaving tingles in its wake as the slick warmth of her pussy met my lower abs.
We had been making out for what felt like hours, but the game felt like it had changed now that we were naked. In the pool, there had been a lightness to our touch. The air was filled with giggles and jokes about underwear. Now, we were a writhing tangle of body parts fueled with tension and urgency.
Our kissing was frantic, her breath rasping as she writhed against me. My fingers found their place between her legs, and her back arched like a bow in response. She moaned as I slipped first one finger, then two inside of her, my lips tasting the soft skin at the top of her thighs, then savoring the even softer hollow by her hip bones, then finally… her.
She smelled like azaleas and tasted like salt water, and somehow, her tiny body seemed to fit perfectly with my big one.
“Oh, Gideon.” She arched her back so deeply, her head rested on the duvet. Her hands gripped the cotton cover, bunching it in her fists. “I don’t want to come yet.” She gasped, releasing the duvet to grab a fistful of my hair.
I paused and looked up at her. Her chest rose and fell like she’d just finished a marathon. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
“I don’t take orders in my bedroom.”
“Gideon,” she moaned. “I don’t want to co…” I licked and nipped at her while making a come-here motion with my finger. I knew she was close and wanted to hear her scream out my name. I pressed down on her belly with my other hand while my lips worked their magic on hers. “Gid… I’m going to c-come.” I didn’t stop. Her hips gyrated, setting the pace. While her words told me to stop, her body saidkeep the fuck going. She let out a moan, bucking, and then her body contracted and stiffened. “Oh my God,” she screamed. With her orgasm, she became a panting rag doll beneath me.
Crawling up her body, I rubbed my scruff on her belly along the way. When my lips met her collarbone, she was still gasping. I dropped to her side, letting her catch her breath, but instead, she rolled into me, kissing me. “That was incredible, but I didn’t want to come yet.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke. Looking into my eyes, she gave me a light pout.
If that’s the look she gave me when she came, I wanted to see it over and over again.
“Too bad.” I threw my leg over her body, straddling her. My stack of books toppled to the floor as I pulled open the nightstand drawer to fumble for a condom. “Did you think that was the only orgasm I was going to give you tonight?” I bit off the top of the wrapper. By the time we were done, two more had joined it on the bedroom floor.
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