CHAPTER 9
Piper
There’s no rhyme or reason to the feelings hurtling through me right now. The swing from hysterical panic into extreme arousal is new for me. I kind of get it, though. Between recovering from everything that happened, and being here alone nearly all the time, my libido has been in a dormant state.
The only time I’ve really felt any sexual urges is when I focused on the feeling of being watched by the man I remembered from that day. Hale. Now, I have a name to match with the comforting arms and safe embrace. Maybe, it’s a holdover from my days as a camgirl, but the sensation of someone watching me, while at the same time feeling safe in my personal space, has a way of making me feel sexy.
“You said this building and everything in it is mine now, right?”
He nods, and part of me preens at the idea of this wealthy older man going to such lengths to protect and provide for me. It’s possible I’m a fool for trusting him so much when we’ve only officially met. My gut says he’s exactly what he says he is.
If all Hale wanted was a fucktoy, he could have come in here and pushed me long before now. It’s been months, and his steady behind the scenes presence has done what words and promises never could have. With the paperwork to support his explanation of everything he’s done for me, I’m ready to trust this man. Ready to go all in. And that means, I feel free to let go and enjoy the heat that’s simmering between us.
I trail a hand down the strip of skin bared by his opened shirt until I reach the gleaming platinum buckle of his belt. I finger the mechanism that fastens it and tilt it to catch the light. The back of my hand grazes the solid bulge of his erection behind the fine material of his slacks. I feel the ridge of it slanting to the side, and I dance my fingertips along his length until my palm cups over his head. It damn near reaches his hipbone, and my core clenches at the delightful mental image of the way he’ll split me open with his massive piece.
“So that means I can have whatever I want, right, because it’s all mine?” I press my palm down over the cloth-covered end of him, relishing the way he thrusts upward to chase the friction my hand provides. A harsh grunt of satisfaction is all the answer I need. I lean forward and fasten my mouth to his, taking our first kiss.
A good girl, a sweet girl, might wait for him to take the lead. Hale’s made it clear he’s putting me in charge of setting the pace, though, at least for now. Besides, I’m not a good girl. Right now, I’m a very relieved, very wet girl.
“Every last bit of this fat cock is absolutely yours, Spitfire. Can’t promise it’s always gonna let you have your way, though. Keep teasing it like that, and you’re gonna find yourself on your back with it eight deep in that hot little cunt.”
Now, that’s a promise I sincerely hope he keeps. My hips inch forward, closer and closer into his lap, until my center aligns with his groin. I go for broke, rocking my panty-covered pussy over his hard length. His hands drop to my hips to guide my movements, shuttling me back and forth and swiveling my lower body in tight figure eights.
“Damned if we’re doing this before I get a taste of that hot little slit you’ve teased me with, Spitfire. Hold on tight.” He grips my thighs and rises to his feet, and I cinch my legs to lock my ankles at the small of his back.
Just like when he carried me into the living room during my anxiety attack, he easily returns me to the bedroom and lays me gently onto the mattress. I let my legs drop from his hips to splay wide on the soft sheets beneath me. This position rucks my nightshirt to my middle, and Hale’s eyes drop to my lacy blue boyshorts.
“I ordered these panties because the blue matches your eyes. You know that?”
I nod. Hal’s provided everything I have. It’s no stretch to imagine him painstakingly selecting each item.
“This morning, after your bath, I watched you sit on the chaise over there to slip them up these luscious legs, too. Does that scare you, pretty Piper?”
“I knew you were watching. I can your eyes.” I always feel his eyes. What’s more, I feel when he’s not watching me, just as much. My body is attuned so closely to him, I missed him even before I met him.
For so many years, the only time I’ve been seen, the only time I’ve mattered, is when I’ve been useful. Whether it was as a moneymaker for my stepfather or an object to lust after, it didn’t matter. I was a means to an end.
Hale looks at me as if I am the beginning and the end. As if I’m everything. His knees make an audible thud in the quiet room when he drops to the floor. In the next moment, he buries his face between my legs, his tongue wiggling into the leg hole of my panties while his fingers tug at the waistband to lower them. He brings the soft cotton barely low enough to reveal the slit at my center.
The wide spread of my legs barely fits his shoulders between them, but he still muscles his upper body closer to me. The move pushes my legs even wider, but with my panties on I can’t get as open for him as I need to be. I want to be on display for him. Need him to see every bit of my body, see how he turns me on. I wiggle my hips back and forth, trying to scootch the underwear away from my center.
“Lie still. I let you play. Now, it’s daddy’s turn.” I want to pout about his idea of letting me play being the brief moment I got to stroke his cock while his clothes were still on, but the sharp slap he snaps over my labia is all the deterrent I need. I’m so freaking aroused, my clit is peeking up from between my lower lips.
Hale nuzzles his face into the seam to lap at the dewy flesh, taking each thick lip into his mouth and suckling it before releasing them with smacking pops. All the while, pussy juice dribbles from my entrance down the crack of my cheeks. He takes the tip of my clit between his teeth and pulls it away from my body. The firm pressure is such a delicious stingy pleasure a scream is torn from my throat and drowns out the sound of fabric ripping when he pulls my panties from my body.
“Gonna eat this delicious pussy for every meal from now on. Tell me you understand that feasting on you is my new meal plan, Piper.”
His tongue and teeth never stop moving until I’m hoarse from screaming out my pleasure. There’s no mistaking the satisfaction on his face when he finally rears up to tower above me, a god among mortals, and tears at his clothes. Belatedly, I realize he’s higher than I’ve ever been before, and he’s still fully dressed.