23
NOT EVEN A DRY HUMP OR A FINGER IN THE ASS?
TYLER
Despite the booze,and the fact I’ve been up for almost twenty-two hours, sleep is nowhere to be found. I can still smell Piper on my T-shirt and my hands. I roll onto my back and adjust the pillow behind my head. The house has quieted except for the faint sound of the bass of the music downstairs.
My dick is so hard the sheet over me is almost painful. I’d jerk off if I thought it’d help. There’s only one cure and she’s in the next room because I’m an asshole who wants to be positive that she’s really mine this time.
The floorboards creak and I sit up in time to see a shadowed figure step through the bathroom.
“Piper?”
She doesn’t answer, just walks the rest of the way to the mattress. Her legs are bare, and an oversized T-shirt hangs down past her hips.
“I might not have all the answers, but I know what I want tonight.” Slowly, she pulls her shirt over her head. Her tits are pushed up in a black, lacy bra, and her chest lifts and falls with rapid breathing in sync with mine.
I hold out the blanket and she climbs in next to me. Smooth legs tangle with mine and her scent envelops me. My heart hammers in my chest as she grips the hem of my shirt. I left it on so I could keep smelling her all night long.
I let her remove it, then she reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder while I’m still admiring the smooth skin on display in front of me. Her fingertips move across my pecs and down over my stomach, stopping before she reaches the top of my boxers.
“Your body is insane.”
“You’ve seen me naked before.” I tuck her hair behind one ear and let my hand graze along the circle of her neck.
“You’ve changed.”
I know what she means. I’m two inches taller and I’ve added a lot of muscle thanks to strict dieting and workouts, but inside I’m exactly the same—still obsessed with her.
“I didn’t have you. I had to work out my frustration somehow.” I bring my lips to the sensitive skin above her collarbone.
Piper sinks back onto the bed. My eyesight goes a little blurry as I stare down at her mostly naked on my bed, dark hair and flushed cheeks.
“Damn, Piper.” I’m frozen just staring at her. She’s real and she’s here.
“I have not spent the last four years in the gym like you, and I’ve developed a pretty serious Kit Kat addiction.” She rests her hands on her stomach, hiding herself.
I move my hand up to lightly grip her neck and use my thumb to hold her chin, so she has to look me in the eyes. “You are perfect. You were then and you are now.”
A smile graces her lips, and she lets her hands drop. Then, she hooks a finger under the waistband of my boxer briefs and tugs me closer. Her fingers slip inside and wrap around me. I see spots.
“Condom?” she asks, stroking me.
For all the ways I imagined it, fast and furious wasn’t the plan. But I should have known this is the only way it could have been after so many years of denying myself. Actually, no, that isn’t even the truth. I wasn’t punishing myself. I just knew that no one would compare.
She pushes my boxers down my hips as I grab a foil packet from the bedside table. I tear it open with my teeth and cover myself. She continues to run her hands all over my body. A shiver rolls down my spine.
I’m going to last all of five seconds. It’s been too long and she’s too fucking perfect. I bring my mouth to hers, kissing her softly as I line up at her entrance, not pushing in but teasing her.
“Hurry,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip. She arches up until the head of my dick nudges at her entrance.
Oh goddamn. I push in so painfully slow. Piper’s groan mixes with my own. I consider pulling out and going down on her, so I don’t finish on my next exhale, but she lifts her hips and claws at my back, all while squeezing me so tight. There’s no other option than to give her what she wants.
I’m out of my mind, but so is she. I place my hand around her throat again, not squeezing, just caressing it with enough pressure to get her attention.
She looks up at me with those dark blue eyes.
“You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.”