I stroke my hand along the slope of her waist, wanting to explore more of her, and learn more about her body.
“What parts of you are off limits?” I ask.
Her cheeks darken a little. “I’m not sure? Maybe we can find out together?”
A possessive growl rumbles up my throat and I pull her into my lap. She settles against me with a light squeal, her thighs straddling one of mine. The scent of her is everywhere. The smell of her desire pools between her legs. She wants me. She enjoys being with me. There’s no stopping the smell from invading my nose; invading my life.
Her palms rest against my chest, smoothing the fabric of my shirt. She leans in to kiss me lightly. Sheinitiatesthe touch. Like it isn't a big deal. Like she actually wants to touch me. Sheis warm and sweet and giving. I'm vibrating with excitement. I kiss her back, slipping my tongue between her lips and sucking lightly at her mouth, until she gives me a pleasant moan. The noise has my cock straining against my seam.
That noise is intoxicating. I need more. I need to draw more sounds from her. I need to hear how she sounds when she comes for me. I need her to explode for me.
I dip down, to taste her neck, her shoulders, her chest. Letting my tongue dance across the top of her breasts. Purring as I revel in her salty taste. She shifts her hips, her skirt fanning around her legs. She drags herself up my thigh. The air getting heavy with the scent of her arousal as she moves. The tip of my cock slips from my seam, starting to travel down my pant leg, seeking the heat she presses to me.
“Piper,” I whisper her name against her skin and she shifts in response, her broad thigh pressing up against my crotch. Her hips tilt as she drags her pussy across me again, her warm legs stroking my cock. My hands tunnel beneath her skirt and climb her legs until they find purchase just below her ass. I groan at the feel of her curves. Fingers tracing along the edge of her underwear, I encourage her to move again, to slip her body up and down my leg. She makes a needy little whine, guiding my face to her chest.
I press my tongue deeper into her breast to find a nipple and suck on it.
She makes a soft noise as she moves her thighs across me again, and again. A tiny exhale of pleasure as she drags herself up my leg. Her eyes closed, her face scrunched in concentration. There’s wetness in her underwear, seeping into my pants. My glorious mate, using me for her pleasure, coating me in her sweet nectar. I am the only thing she needs in the world, I am going to give her everything.
“Yes, Piper. Take what you need,” I murmur, keeping my hands busy at her thighs, and my mouth on her chest, sucking and licking each nipple in turn. She tastes divine, like citrus and cream. Sweet with a tang.
I'm completely lost in her. Her warmth, her wetness, the noises she makes, the smell she exudes everywhere. Her thighs wrapped around my leg, trapping my cock, stroking its length as she shamelessly humps me. I want to be inside her, I want to feel her surrounding me completely. Her fingers grip my shirt like I am the only thing anchoring her to the earth.
A tightness forms behind my seam. I need to hold back, I have to be here for her.
Her fingers tug tight on my collar, as I clench my hands into her supple ass, her thighs squeeze my cock into my leg in response. She whimpers my name directly into my ear.
It’s all too fucking much.
“Piper.” Unable to hold back any longer, I press my face into her neck as I spill my release into my pants.
She goes still in my lap.
Shit. I’m ruining everything.
6
PIPER
Did he just come in his pants?
“Did you just—?” I cut myself off before I start laughing.
I cannot laugh. He will not think it’s funny.
Sure, the situation is hilarious. Humping his leg on the ground like overeager teens. We’re fifteen feet from a bed. Three feet from a couch.
We’re idiots. We’re ridiculous.
He will only get mad if I laugh. I bite my lower lip to try to stop the smile.
He shakes his head against my neck. “That wasn’t supposed to happen. This was supposed to be about you, Piper.”
My shoulders are shaking now from holding back my giggle.
Ant pulls back to watch me with bright glistening eyes. I throw my hand in front of my mouth, which doesn’t make my expression any less obvious.
“I didn’t mean to—” he starts.
