Playing Pretend, page 19
I’m not surprised this part of her is perfect, too.
Ready and waiting for me.
I slide a gentle finger between her pussy lips, parting her, my fingertip becoming drenched. “So slick.” I lick her nipple again and again. “So fucking incredible.”
I swirl two fingers around her opening, each slow circle adding pressure, spreading her entrance.
She moans, her hands clawing their way to my scalp to tug on my hair.
Fuck yes.
My balls tighten. My cock jolts.
If she was palming my dick, I’d blow with no more than a few pumps. That’s how much I crave her. Fucking cherish her.
“I want you straddling my thigh while you fuck my hand.” My fingers remain in her panties as I walk backward, taking her with me when I ease down on the bed. I keep teasing her entrance, slipping through her heat while my other hand guides her legs around mine.
She lowers onto me as instructed, but only hovers.
“I want your full weight, Piper.” I spread her opening, gently stretching. “Sit on my fingers. I want to feel them sinking deep.”
She descends slowly, impaling herself with torturous finesse.
I groan, her warmth enveloping my hand.
She rocks into me, back and forth, gradual and poised.
Problem is, I want her wild and frenzied.
I curl my fingers inside her, beckoning that sweet spot, searching until the wrinkled surface brushes my fingertips.
She moans, grinding into the touch.
“That’s it.” I kiss her shoulder. Her collarbone. “Fuck my hand.”
I rub her G-spot. Stroking. Coaxing.
“Don’t stop.” Her thighs tighten around mine.
“I won’t.” I palm her hip with my free hand, helping her grind while I work my leg in rhythm. “I have too many plans for you to stop now.”
She pants in my ear, those needy breaths turning my throbbing dick into a torture device.
“I want so much from you, little Pip.” I work my fingers faster. Harder. “I want to fill this gorgeous mouth of yours.”
She moans.
“I want my cock in places you’ve never felt before.” I kiss her cheek. Her jaw. “I want to spend hours between your thighs, lapping up every last drop while you come on my face.”
Her back arches, those perky tits begging for more attention.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” I promise in her ear. “My tongue is going to explore places you wouldn’t imagine.”
“I’m close,” she pants. “So close.”
“But I’m not finished relaying my wish list,” I whisper. “I didn’t tell you how I want your pussy drenched in my cum. How I want to make your body a fucking beautiful canvas.”
She mewls, and fuck me, it’s heaven.
Her back arches as she comes undone, her core convulsing with frantic pulses, her nails embedded in my scalp.
“Rome.” Her gasped plea fills my ears, sinking deep down into my chest.
I love this woman.
I’ve fucking loved her all her life. That will never change. No matter what comes between us, I’ll forever be enslaved.
I lean forward, reclaiming her nipple. Sucking. Grazing. Devouring.
“Oh, God.” She tightens, every muscle clamped around me—legs, arms, pussy.
Then all too soon, it’s over and she relaxes against me.
I pull back to look at her, but she immediately cuddles into me, sinking her chest against mine, nuzzling her face into my neck.
She hides from me, and that’s okay.
I don’t care one fucking bit, because she’s mine.
Instead, I hold her, cradling her with one arm, kissing a slow path along her hairline. I let her enjoy her comfort in the shadows while I remain quiet, giving her time for her breathing to settle.
“Did I break your hand?” she whispers.
I wiggle my fingers inside her, earning a gasp. “Not even close. Do you want another try?”
She releases a faint chuckle, one hand tentatively sliding to my chest to undo the top button of my shirt. “No. It’s finally your turn to experience what it feels like being together.”
CHAPTER 19
Piper
I leverage my weight off his wrist, allowing him to remove his hand from my panties. “Do you need to…um…”
“Wash up?” He rubs his thumb over his fingers, grinning at the moisture. “No way in hell.”
I ignore the heat coursing through my veins and continue with his shirt buttons, but he only increases the inferno by placing those fingertips to my neck, my jaw, my collarbone. He paints me with my arousal as if I’m an expensive canvas, light, teasing strokes with painstaking intent, before leaning in to lap up his artistry.
I hold my breath as he does it over and over. Painting. Licking. Touching. Sucking.
He groans with each taste while I remain a puddle on his thigh, my hands trembling with a resurgence of need by the time I reach his last button.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans. “Soon I’ll be enjoying this from the source.”
My face flames hot.
I’m still not used to hearing his scandalously addictive eroticism. Each word makes me ache, each promise increasing the tingling ball of anticipation in my belly.
I open his shirt, distracting myself from meltdown by taking in each band of muscle—pecs, abdominals, obliques—but his lips drive me to distraction. He kisses me everywhere, tasting, tormenting.
“I love when you kiss me.” I slide my fingers to his zipper and the hardness adamantly protruding from beneath.
He sucks in a breath. I do the same.
He’s big. Far bigger than I’d anticipated despite his warnings last week.
“It’ll fit, little Pip.” He nuzzles my neck, predicting my anxiety. “Like a fucking glove.” He grazes his teeth along my throat. Tender. Languid. He inspires goose bumps and the most delicious burn. “Stroke me.”
My mouth salivates as I palm him through his trousers, learning his length, circling his girth the best I can. But I want more.
I blindly undo his pants, my hand colliding with the head of his cock protruding from his boxer briefs, the moistened tip poking out to greet my palm.
I bite my lip and lean into my desire, swirling a finger around his pre-cum, spreading it over the top of his shaft.
“Jesus Christ. The slightest touch from you feels like heaven.” He grazes his teeth along my shoulder. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
His praise amplifies my surging lust. I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of him.
“I’m dying to be inside you.” He stands, taking me with him to place me on my feet, then grabs his wallet from his back pocket. “Hold this for me.”
I cling to the offering, my gaze zeroed in on the smooth leather while he shucks his pants.
“There’s protection somewhere between the notes.” He kicks his clothing out of the way, then starts on his socks. “Can you get it for me?”
I pause, hesitant to have something between us now that we’re finally in this moment. I don’t want the casual connotation. The temporary vibe. “I’m on the pill.”
“I know.” He throws the first sock to the floor. “But I haven’t been checked in a while and I want to make sure I’m safe.”
I try to ignore the reminder of his past conquests and open the wallet to remove the foil packet.
“I’ve always worn protection, Piper.” He throws the remaining sock and closes in, cupping my cheek, meeting my gaze. “Every single time. But as much as I want to feel nothing between us, I won’t be careless with you in any way. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“This week fucking destroyed me.” His eyes soften. “The guilt of upsetting you at the resort… My lack of foresight… I never want to hurt you again.”
I place the square packet beneath the elastic of my panties and step into him. “Can you please explain that to Goliath down there?”
He grins, the slow spread of his lips brightening his face through the dim light. “You and Goliath are going to become the best of friends.” He grips my hips. “I promise.”
I raise a brow, acting cool despite my flaming cheeks. “I’m sure we will. He’ll probably push you off the height of best friend status.”
“We’re far more than best friends now, Pip. What we’ve got is on a whole different level.”
I nod, my heart warming at his sincerity.
“And we’re always going to be on this new level,” he adds. “You hear me? There’s no going back.”
“I know.” I can feel it. Trust in it. “I only want to move forward.”
“Good.” He sits on the mattress, dragging me with him. “Get on my lap.” He guides me onto his legs, his cock hard between us, my knees on either side of his hips.
We’re at the same height, chest to chest, the confidence in his gaze dark and mesmerizing. “Keep stroking me.” His breath brushes my lips. “I want you to learn every inch.”
Oh, God. I want that too.
I want to touch. To taste.
My mouth dries as I wrap my hand around his cock.
His eyes flash, a deep rumble of appreciation emanating from his throat.
I drag my touch over him, gentle, tentative, building my confidence with each pass.
“That’s my good girl,” he groans. “You make me insane.”
My blush deepens, the praise sinking to my core. “You like saying that, don’t you?”
“Saying what?”
I stroke a little harder, a little faster. “Don’t play coy. Is it a thing? Your thing?”
“It’s definitely a thing. You’ve always been my good girl. My sweet, innocent little Pip.” He rocks into my touch, lazily fucking my palm. “Tell me I’m right in thinking you like it.”
The heat in my face creeps down my neck.
“Jesus,” he growls. “Even in the darkness that blush is going to make this end a lot quicker than I want.”
“This has already lasted longer than my past experiences.”
“As far as I’m concerned, your past no longer exists. After tonight, you won’t be able to think about your sex life without getting wet.” He pushes to his feet in a swirl of movement, making me squeal before gently placing my back on the bed. “I always want you wet for me.”
“Always?” I tease, wiggling into the middle of the mattress while he crawls on top of me. “That’s going to be awfully uncomfortable in social settings.”
“Not more uncomfortable than it was for me being hard for you for years.”
He grabs my wrists, placing them above my head, caging them with one hand. “Your eighteenth birthday was a struggle. You’d learned the effect you had on the opposite sex, so your clothes got tighter. They were practically nonexistent.”
“You mean the effect I had on teenage boys. You always kept me firmly in the friend zone.”
“Because you were eighteen and I was twenty-four.”
“I could’ve handled you.”
“Really?” He smirks, peering down at me with such predatory hunger my stomach flips. “You think your sweet, virginal pussy could’ve handled Goliath back then?” He grinds into me, his huge length sliding against my lace panties. “Believe me, in my fantasies you did. We were perfect. So fucking in sync. But I needed you to experience other men.” He uses his free hand to retrieve the condom from my panties. “As much as I hated it, I understood how important it was for you to know the difference between me and them.”
I didn’t want those lessons, but God, I learned the value of them. The value of him.
We’re meant for each other.
There’s no changing my mind.
“I bet you would’ve loved taking my virginity,” I taunt. “All those kinks of yours would’ve had a field day with a young virgin.”
“It’s enough that I was the first guy to make you orgasm.” He releases my wrists to grab the front of my panties, savagely ripping the lace crotch. “I hope you weren’t fond of those. But I plan to buy you a whole wardrobe full of pretty little things as soon as we catch our breath.”
My nipples bead against my bra. “I could’ve taken them off.”
“I want to fuck you with them on.” He bites the condom packet, spits the foil to the coverings, then sheaths himself. “I’m unwrapping my gift slowly. One delectable layer at a time.”
He slides on top of me, laying his weight against mine and whispering in my ear, “I also know you’re nervous and don’t want to push my luck. I’ll see you naked soon enough.”
Every inch of me fills with gratitude.
He’s so good to me.
So intuitive.
“I love you, Rome.” My heart aches with the truth of those words. “I love you so much it hurts.” I wrap an arm around his neck and drag his lips to mine. “Please kiss me.”
“Fuck, I love when you beg.” His mouth finds mine, fast and obsessive.
I kiss him like he’s my salvation, giving him my heart and soul through the contact.
Our tongues dance in perfect rhythm, the teasing strokes turning into a rabid tangle while he grinds into me, his erection nestled against the torn lace of my panties.
“I want to feel you,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m ready.”
He meets my eyes, his weight resting on one arm. He doesn’t ask if I’m sure. Doesn’t question my sincerity. He merely looks at me, knowing me well enough to see my truth.
He keeps staring at me as he tilts his hips, the length of his shaft sliding along my sex. He does it again and again, each stroke pivoting his position until the head of his cock is nestled at my opening.
Anticipation has me by the ovaries. I’m deliriously wet. Excessively ready for him and he knows it. “Please.”
He groans at my plea and sinks home. Stretching me.
My muscles protest, his girth spreading me wider than I’m used to. But it’s good. So painfully, exquisitely perfect.
I rock into him, greedy for more, raising my legs to circle his hips.
“Jesus.” He clasps my thigh, holding it in place as he continues a slow, sweet rhythm. “You’re phenomenal.”
With his next glide home, I clamp my core tighter around him and dig my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Are you trying to make this end prematurely?”
There’s nothing premature about an act that has been years in the making. I’m already close again. It’s crazy after the struggles I endured with other men, but Rome makes me hot without effort.
“I want to feel you come.” The words leave my mouth without thought, the shock of embarrassment taking two seconds to hit.
He moans and releases my thigh to grab my chin. “Say it again.”
I blush everywhere. Cheeks. Neck. Chest. The heat is all consuming, yet the pleasure outweighs it all as he rocks harder into me, faster, the look in his eyes feral.
“I…” I can’t form the words, not again.
“Say it, Piper.” He grinds into me, vicious thrusts that leave me panting. “Say those dirty words that make my cock fucking throb.”
I swallow, my throat drying, my entire body aching. “I want to feel you come.”
He growls, smashing his mouth to my neck. He fucks me harder as he devours the sensitive skin, kissing, sucking, biting while his hand lowers to caress my breast.
I groan, mindless, clinging to his shoulders, scratching his back. I buck into him, meeting his thrusts, crazed for more.
When his touch descends farther, his hand moving between us for his thumb to find my clit, I almost climax on contact.
“Rome.” I arch my back.
“Keep saying my name, little Pip.” He bends, consuming my nipple in his mouth. “Keep begging and I’ll always deliver.” He thrusts deeper, faster, that thumb adding pressure right where I need it. “I can’t wait for that sweet cunt to milk me dry.”
I gasp, coming undone. My core flutters like a thousand twinkling lights, every limb tingling.
His mouth steals mine and he moans into the contact, the vibration getting louder, throatier as he pistons. He follows me into bliss, his hands everywhere, his love endless.
We kiss, and kiss, and kiss through the euphoria, his hips pounding into me, my lungs burning for air, our bodies slick with sweat.
“No going back,” he whispers against my lips as the high recedes.
“No going back.” I nod, melting into a breathless puddle against the mattress.
He keeps kissing me even though his thrusts fade. A divinely sweet contact. One that curls my toes and fills me with love.
“You’re more than I’d imagined, Pip. More than I’d hoped.” He peppers butterfly kisses to my shoulder. “And I had huge hopes.”
My eyes burn.
Being with him is beyond everything—hopes, dreams, imagination. When I pictured us together, I always envisaged the romantic scenes, the perfect visual. But I never conceptualized the sensations that would course through me. I never could’ve anticipated the way my insides are currently filled with happiness.
“I don’t want to leave.” I place a palm against his chest, needing the grounding of his heartbeat as he rolls onto his side, dragging me along with him.
“Then don’t.” He keeps me held tight to his chest, one arm beneath me to hug my back, the other hand possessive on my thigh. “I plan to stay like this forever.”
“I’d love to.” My heart has never been so full, my body this delightfully sore. “But soon I’ll have to start thinking about going home. Rett will assume we’re still fighting. He’ll be worried.”
“I’m sure he knows exactly what we’ve been doing.” He places his lips to my hairline. “He knows how I feel about you.”
I push away to meet his gaze, his wickedly dark eyes greeting mine. “Since when?”
“Since a few minutes after he took the liberty to announce I was going to be your fake boyfriend at the resort.”
“No way.”
“Yeah. I warned him if I tagged along I wouldn’t be playing pretend. Rett knew our time at Laguna Beach was going to be real for me.”
