Wrapped in Lace (17 page)

“Do they involve multiple screaming orgasms?” she asked as I laid her down on the bed.

I couldn’t help but laugh as she giggled. Never thought a woman laughing in bed would be a good thing, but it was—a naked, giggling Piper in bed was sexy as hell. “I’d be disappointed if they didn’t.” Her nipples peaked; her legs tightened in anticipation. She reached for the hem of my shirt, and I stopped her hand. “I’ve got something special in mind. Something I know you’ll like.” I could see the heat in her eyes, the intrigue. I sat up on my heels, reached into my pocket, and pulled out a long strand of white pearls.

Her mouth formed a little O shape. She liked this idea, bringing her fantasy to life. And I wanted to be the one who helped her with every last one. “Tell me those aren’t your grandmother’s?” Piper asked.

I smirked at her, took her hands, and wound the pearls around her wrists. “Better not break these.” I placed the loop over the bedpost.

She looked up at her bound hands and wiggled slightly. “Drew?” she whispered, her voice quivering.

I kissed her lips gently, catching her eyes. I knew without a doubt she’d never been tied up before—her artwork, a total fantasy. I tore off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I looked down at her on the bed, bound by the pearls—the way she looked was fucking blowing my mind. My dick was pulsing so hard, wanting to screw the hell out of her. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time, filled with trust. I lowered myself onto her naked body and softly kissed her mouth, my tongue slipping inside and gently stroking hers. I heard the pearls clang as her arms tightened. It was killing her, not to be able to touch me. “Next time, I’ll have to tie your ankles, too.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Next time, I’ll tie you up.”

“I’ll let you.”

“What about ladies first?” she teased me.

“You’ll still
come
first.” I lightly touched her hair. “You’ll be first, always.” I heard the pearls hit the ground as her whole body wrapped around mine in a hug.

“Oh, God!” She pulled back. “I broke your grandmother’s pearls.”

“They were fake.”

She swatted my shoulder. “Fake?”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me.” She started laughing, but I saw a few tears in her eyes. I hoped that meant she was falling as hard for me as I was falling for her. I slipped myself inside her, and she groaned, but it didn’t sound like her usual sound, so I slid back out.

Her eyes flew to mine. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s different.”

Her head shook quickly back and forth. “No, everything’s the same.” She pulled my hips back towards her.

“Piper? What’s going on?” I leaned up on my elbows, watching her eyes flicker down.

“I’m sorry if I don’t feel the same. I. . . .”

“You
feel
the same. You always feel incredible.”

“Then why’d you stop?”

“Your moan sounded different.”

She smiled and giggled. “My
moan
sounded different?”

“Yeah, I know your sounds, and something was different.” Her smile widened, and she slid my dick back inside her, moaning. “See, it’s different. Usually it’s breathier.”

She rocked her hips against mine. “I haven’t had sex in a long time and never this much. I’m a little sore.”

“Then I’ll take it easy on you,” I said.

“Don’t you dare,” she said and clenched my dick hard.

*

I carried Piper
into the bathroom, her arms around my neck. She told me not to go easy on her, and I hadn’t. “Shower or bath?” I asked her.

“Shower.”

“Can you stand?” I asked, feeling a little too proud of myself.

“No, but I need to wash my hair.”

I reached in to turn on the shower water and stepped inside, still cradling her in my arms. I could hold her all day. She lowered her legs but leaned her body into my chest for support. She wasn’t kidding—her legs were like Jell-O. “I’ll wash you.”

I poured some shampoo in my hands and started to gently rub her blonde hair, her head leaning back on my shoulder making it hard for me to reach. “That feels nice,” she breathed out.

I used my soapy hands to massage her neck and shoulders, watching her eyes close as the shower water ran down the curves of her body. Damn, I felt my dick coming to attention again and knew I was poking her in the backside. I slid my hands to her boobs, giving her nipples a little tweak, and her ass pushed into me, her body coming alive under my touch. My hands rubbed her flat stomach then down to her inner thighs.

“
Mmm
,” she moaned sweetly.

I ran my hands between her legs, feeling her warmth. “I’m going to clean every inch of you.” I took my time, gently outlining her folds and applying gentle pressure to her clit. “You said you hadn’t had sex in a long time, but you’re totally bare.”

“I just like it that way.”

I slipped a finger inside her. “Me, too. Exactly how long has it been?”

“I’m not telling.”

I moved my finger slowly in and out of her. “I want to know.”

“This isn’t fair,” she said, thrusting with my finger.

“This is my version of a truth serum.” I pressed my palm on her clit, causing her to arch back. “How long?”

“About two years,” she said, moving faster, but I kept my pace steady. I wasn’t done getting information.

“You said you’d never had this much sex. What did that mean?” I increased my pressure, enticing her to answer.

“Never so many times in a day,” she panted.

“You said you’d only ever had one orgasm in a day.” I flicked her sweet spot.

“Oh, God, that’s right.”

I tried not to chuckle at her. “So, you haven’t been like this with anyone else?” I moved my finger harder.

“No,” she screamed. “Only you.”

“How many other men have you orgasmed with?”

“No,” she whispered. I removed my finger, and she shoved my hand back.

This time I chuckled. “How many? Tell me how many, and I’ll finish you.” She shook her head, clearly not wanting to tell me. I slid another finger inside, filling her up more. “Tell me.”

“None.”

I know my fingers stopped moving for a second, but then I continued to stroke her as my mind tried to process the information. Now I was confused. As she exploded around my fingers, I lowered us to the floor of the shower, and she nestled into my chest. “You haven’t orgasmed with another man?”

“That’s true.” She looked up into my eyes. “I’ve only had sex with one other man. A boyfriend from a few years ago, back in college. He was my first and only, until you. But he. . . .”

“He never gave you an orgasm?”

“Drew, do we really have to get into this?”

“Yeah, I want to know.”

“Fine,” she muttered as she pushed away from me, pulling her knees to her chest in an attempt to hide from me. “I loved him. He loved me. We had a wonderful relationship. The same hobbies, likes, dislikes. He made me laugh and held me when I cried. He was very successful, smart, athletic.”

“Please, tell me he was ugly.”

“No, he was actually really, really hot.”

“I don’t want to hear anymore!” I snapped at her, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I asked for this torture. I started this game, but I didn’t want to play anymore.

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Piper said, standing up. “Don’t you ever yell at me.”

I stood up, taking her by the waist. I really didn’t think I yelled but didn’t want to play semantics with her. “I’m sorry.” I pulled her a little closer. “So, if he was so perfect, what happened?”

She looked down at her feet. “He was lousy in bed.”

I knew I was smiling as her eyes turned up to me, so I bit my tongue. “For a long time, I thought it was my fault. I was a virgin. He wasn’t—and he was older with more experience. We had this great chemistry outside the bedroom, but then it just all fell apart once we got naked.”

“How?”

She peered up at me. “Let’s just say he didn’t believe in ‘ladies first,’ and leave it at that.”

I was getting the picture. The dickwad had no stamina. “What about oral sex?” Her hands went to her hips. I know she was pissed off with my questions, but her tits were on full display. It was kind of hard for me to take her anger seriously.

“Really, Drew? Do you want a blow-by-blow?”

“He never went down on you?” I asked, but I didn’t have to wait for her to respond. I already knew. Her ex was one selfish bastard—all about sticking his dick into her, getting off, then leaving her unsatisfied.

A tear rolled down her cheek. “He wouldn’t. He was very vanilla—missionary only. It never lasted very long.”

“Oh, Piper.” I pulled her to me. “You know that wasn’t about you, right?”

“Like I said, I thought there was something wrong with me for a long time, but then one night when I was alone,” she paused for a minute, “I touched myself. I’d never done that before, but I wondered what was wrong with me. Why I couldn’t finish with this man that I loved so much?”

This had to be the most intimate conversation I’d ever had. She was telling me all her secrets. “And?”

“And I orgasmed in about two minutes,” she said, blushing, her eyes downcast.

“That long?” I teased her, and she swatted my shoulder.

“I realized it wasn’t me. He just didn’t know how to touch me. You can’t just pound a woman, you know?”

“I know,” I said, smirking at her.

She shook her head. “I
know
you know. Anyway, I loved him and didn’t want to throw the relationship away over sex, but I didn’t want to fake it, either. So, I tried talking to him, telling him what I wanted, what felt good.”

“That didn’t help?”

“He got mad and yelled at me. Said he never had this problem before, that it was me.”

“What’s this guy’s name?”

“I handled him,” Piper said, giving me a wicked little smile. “I told him my vibrator would disagree. Grabbed my purse and walked away.”

I squeezed her naked ass with both my hands. “That’s the girl I. . .” I paused, realizing I almost said love. “The girl I know.”

“After a little time passed, he called me to apologize. We actually are still friendly, but you’re the only person that’s ever given me an orgasm besides myself.”

I wondered for half a second if the guy we were talking about was Davis but didn’t think nude in the shower was the best time to ask. But the profile fit. They got along well. He was older, and judging by the way girls threw themselves at him in high school, I guess he would be considered “hot.”

Piper ran her fingers along the muscles of my chest and abs. “So, I was wondering. . . .”

“Oh, no,” I said, grabbing her hands. “You aren’t getting me to talk. You already know about Ellie.”

She gave a naughty giggle. “I don’t want to be your truth serum. I want you to be my first something else.” She lowered herself to her knees, her mouth lining up perfectly with my raging hard-on.

I guess since that asshole never went down on her, she never sucked him off. I loved her for that. So many women would simply tolerate sucking cock without getting anything in return. Stupid girls. They should know better. These things should be a give and take. I drew a deep breath, unable to believe what I was about to say. “Piper, you don’t. . . .”

“I really want to.” Her tongue whipped around the head of my dick. “Talk me through it,” she whispered. “Teach me. I want to be the best head you’ve ever gotten.”

Holy shit, she did not just say that? She wants me to teach her? Damn, I almost fist-pumped the air. This was a victory for all mankind. I tilted her chin up to look into her eyes, her chest rising and falling under her rapid heartbeat. Jesus Christ, she just licked her lips like she couldn’t fucking wait. And I couldn’t wait either—for her to put her mouth on me, wrap her soft lips around my dick. What was she waiting for? Right! I was supposed to be directing her. “The most important thing is lube,” I said. “Too dry hurts.” She nodded and leaned over, looking up at me through her eyelashes. She locked eyes with me as she pressed her pink lips to my tip, her wet tongue flicking over my slit. Fuck, I wanted to deep throat her but couldn’t do that. She took hold of me and let her warm tongue lick up my shaft. “That feels good,” I said, encouraging her. “When you’re ready, just slide me in your mouth and use your hand to stroke me.” I felt her smooth fingers sliding up my inner thighs. I was almost trembling in anticipation, my cock craving her mouth. “Shit,” I cried out as she gently tugged my balls.

“Sorry,” she said, scooting back.

I hadn’t expected her to touch me there. Most women forget the balls. I stared down at her, and she looked wounded. I gently put my hand in her hair, pulling her back. “No, that felt incredible.” Her eyes lit up, and she smiled, her confidence building. She locked eyes with me again, slid down lower, and ran her tongue across my balls. Holy shit, she may not have done this before, but she was a natural. I leaned my head back against the tile of the shower. She wasn’t going to need too much coaching. Her mouth engulfed one of my balls, her wet tongue circling around. “Fuck, yes.” She gave me one final suck, then slid higher—taking hold of me with one hand, her other hand still lightly toying with my nuts. I felt the warmth of her breath as my dick twitched. “You don’t have to take it. . . .” Her warm mouth slid down over me. I swear I was touching the back of her throat. “Jesus, sweetheart.”