The hell she can’t. This isn’t about overstimulation. It’s about giving up control. About letting herself be vulnerable on terms other than her own.
It was easy for her to ride my cock because she was in charge, setting the pace, taking what she needed. But now that she’s spread out before me like an offering, completely vulnerable, she wants to slam those walls back into place.
I can’t let that happen.
“Just let go, darlin’. I’ve got you.”
Piper looks down at me kneeling between her thighs, and a silent understanding passes between us. She throws her head back, giving herself over to pleasure, and I slip a finger inside her tight channel, moving it in concert with my tongue.
It only takes a few thrusts to send her flying over the precipice. Her inner walls clamp down on my finger and she cries out, the orgasm taking her body by storm.
I work her until the last shudder has passed, drinking in her pleasure, and when I’m finished, I suck the remnants of her arousal from my finger.
“Holy shit.” Piper tugs her dress down as I climb to my feet. “That’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smirk. “Couldn’t let it go to waste. Not when you’re so damn delectable.”
Her cheeks flush and she lowers her gaze to my cock, which is still hard as fuck.
“What do you say we go for lucky number three?” She licks her lips slowly. “If you have a condom, we could…”
IfI have a condom?
I’ve got about three thousand in my nightstand at home, thanks to Gran.
I’ve also got one in my wallet.
It’s just a precaution, but…
Shit. I didn’t actually think things would go this far. Not yet, anyway.
Piper stands and, without another word, unbuckles my belt.
Her touch short-circuits my brain.
Are we really doing this? Here? Now?
I haven’t even told her I’m a virgin. What if the sex is terrible? It could ruin everything. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories from guys who were ghosted after a sub-par performance.
Most of which involved alcohol.
Still, it’s a risk. One I’m not sure I’m ready to take.
“Can I use your bathroom?” I ask, capturing her hands in mine before she can unzip my fly.
I need a minute to think. To sort myself out before we go any further.
“Sure.” Piper grins. “You remember where it’s at?”
I nod and dart down the hall like the coward I am. I barrel through the door on the right and it’s only when I flip the light switch that I realize my mistake. The bathroom was on the left side of the hall.
I’ve entered Piper’s bedroom. Like the living room, it’s somewhat sterile. There are no pictures or personal items, no Waverly fan gear, and her desk is uncluttered with only her laptop on the surface.
A tripod and camera have been set up in the corner, along with a photography light, all of which are pointed at the neatly made bed. The bed that has a red and black flogger lying beside a paddle with the wordDaddyimprinted on it.
What the hell?
I blink, not trusting my eyes, but the paddle remains.
