Undercover Obsession (29 page)

“Son of a bitch,” Ian swore lowly as they
watched her come apart, her hips gyrating against her marauding
hands, her full breasts softly jiggling, their hard tips pointing
upward in a silent plea for attention. Nodding towards her breasts,
he said, “Those need a little attention.”

“Better that than ending this too soon by
coming in our hands.”

They moved on either side of her, both men
releasing their cocks to bend over her chest and suckle her nipples
as her body continued to buck in the throes of what had to be more
than one orgasm.

Piper felt their mouths latch onto her
breasts, felt them both draw deeply on her neglected nipples,
feasting on them as she continued to plunge into her pussy over and
over, her entire body infused with blinding ecstasy. By the time
she could see again and was reduced to small shudders, her wrists
were aching and her body felt languorously replete. She had no time
to savor her response to them, however, as they both pulled away
from her and Brody was pulling the vibrator from the small spasms
still trying to hold onto it.

“On your knees, darlin’, it’s time for you to
see to our pleasure.” Tossing the blatantly wet dildo aside, he
grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed before asking Ian, “You
up for breast fucking?”

Ian looked down at her generous mounds and
his cock jerked in anticipation. “Works for me.”

With his hands on her shoulders, Brody gently
eased Piper to her knees in front of Ian, following her down to
settle behind her, one hand moving to roam lightly over her
buttocks, the other simply cupping her warm, damp folds. “Hold your
breasts up for Ian’s cock, keeping them close enough together to
leave him room to slide between them.”

Piper shuddered with longing, moving to obey
him without a qualm. This was new for her and as Ian pushed his
cock between her uplifted breasts, the purple head coming within
reaching distance of her mouth, she couldn’t keep from swiping her
tongue over his smooth crown, lapping up the seepage from his slit,
before he pulled back.

“Very good, Piper. For that, you deserve a
reward.” Brody slapped her right buttock then followed with a smack
on her left before once again running his palm over her now warm,
soft flesh. “Do it again.”

“Only if you do that again,” she quipped,
turning her face enough to look up into his.

“Of course.”

Ian didn’t need any prompting to push back
between the soft plushness of her breasts, using one hand to hold
the base of his cock, the other to tweak her nipples, one at a
time, back and forth. When her tongue licked his head again, it
took all his control not to let go yet.

Piper groaned when Brody slapped her ass
again, this time harder, the sting and instant heat zipping to her
pussy where his other hand remained idly cupping her. She knew
verbally pleading with him would do her no good, so she moved her
hips in an enticing parody of forward and backward gyrations,
pushing her pubis against his hand then shoving her ass back to
meet his descending palm. It was difficult keeping her breasts
lifted, her mouth at the ready for Ian’s cock each time he pushed
up and her hips in sync with Brody’s slaps, but the pleasure was
worth the effort. Her buttocks were starting to burn, her pussy was
pouring cream onto his hand, and Ian’s cock was fucking her breasts
faster and faster, making her keep her head lowered and her tongue
out to meet him each time.

Brody moved downward, smacking the under
curve of each cheek now, as well as the top of her thighs as he
released one finger and tormented her further by softly stroking
her seam without entering her. When she muttered a curse, he
grinned and did it again just to hear her mutter again. “Something
wrong, Piper?” he asked innocently as he landed another resounding
smack across both cheeks.

Piper ignored his taunt, released her breasts
and grabbed Ian’s cock, bringing him to her mouth and engulfing his
hard flesh. Both men’s curses rang as loudly as the slaps on her
bare flesh had, and as Brody released a volley of fast,
uninterrupted torment on her ass, she whimpered in pure, frustrated
need, drawing hard on Ian’s cock, her tongue stroking over every
inch of his ridged length, her lips tight as she pulled back to
lave his head and under the sensitive flesh beneath the crown.
Ian’s constant twists and pulls on her nipples added to the slow
torture of Brody’s one finger teasing her with its shallow
strokes.

“I can’t hold back, Brody,” Ian ground out as
she suckled his head in a way no man could resist. Letting go of
her nipples, he clutched her head and thrust into her mouth, deep
and smooth, then fast and hard until his balls drew taut and he was
seeing stars as he spewed down her throat.

Brody stopped spanking her and softly rubbed
her red, hot flesh as he dipped his finger inside her, unerringly
finding her clit and milking it between his finger and thumb until
their mutual groans of release were the only sounds in the room.
Watching them, hearing and witnessing their pleasure, had his own
cock demanding its turn. As soon as Ian pulled from her mouth, he
urged Piper’s shoulders down until she braced herself on her
elbows, her face turned to look at him filled with anticipation,
excitement and arousal. Her stamina as well as her easy acceptance
of their demands amazed and excited him and he knew in that moment
she was the perfect woman for him, regardless of what the outcome
was of this whole mess.

Piper shuddered as the possessive look on
Brody’s face made her body quicken. She had just achieved orgasm
several times, high voltage, mind numbing climaxes that should have
left her sated, but just looking at Brody had her libido in
overdrive, her pussy once again creaming, swelling, preparing for
his cock as she eagerly waited for his first penetrating thrust.
She couldn’t help but moan when he grabbed her sore hips, her ass
throbbing from his spanking, the discomfort feeding the need in her
pussy to be filled.

“Brace yourself,” Brody told her as he shoved
her knees further apart and pushed into her with one smooth thrust.
“This is going to be fast and hard.”

Laying her head down, she took his deep
plunge willingly, her pussy clamping around him like a band of
steel, hoping to anchor him to her. His thumbs dug into her
buttocks, spreading them, leaving her ass open and vulnerable to
his gaze, and the thought of him just staring at her most private
area while he thrust demandingly in and out of her sheath was a
turn on in itself. Shoving back against him, she accepted every
deep stroke willingly and fought to hold him to her each time he
pulled back until their fucking became a battle of wills and harsh
breathing. Her nipples rubbed back and forth on the carpet as he
pounded into her, the rough abrasion only adding to the building
onslaught of pleasure spiraling through her, but it wasn’t until
she felt fingers on her clit, fingers that could only belong to Ian
pulling her clit out then holding it snugly against the hard, hot
length of Brody’s pummeling cock that her system exploded in wave
after wave of indescribable pleasure.

Her small contractions jumped to tight clasps
when Ian rubbed her clit against his cock, her slick, warm walls
clamping around Brody, drawing out his seed whether he was ready
for it or not. He practically lifted her knees off the floor with
the power of his thrusts and he knew it was only the hard grip of
his hands on her hips that kept her from collapsing. He battered
her womb as hard as his orgasm battered his senses, but neither one
of them was complaining.

Ian rose slowly, his cock already erect and
ready again. Ignoring it, he pulled on his jeans and very carefully
zipped them up, grinning as Brody and Piper simply lay in a
sprawled, naked heap on the floor, his arm around her back, as they
both tried to gain control over their rapid breathing. “I think
it’s safe to assume she’ll be able to hold her own this weekend.”
He left the room with that remark.

Fulfilling fantasies in the privacy of her
home was different than indulging in public, especially with the
stress of being witnessed by a criminal who wanted nothing more
than to bury the man she cared so much about. “You okay,” he asked
her as he stroked the back of her thick black hair.

Piper turned her face towards his thinking
she’d never felt better despite the throbbing of her buttocks and
pussy from all the abuse heaped upon them. It was a delicious
sensation, an achy reminder of the awesome sex they had treated her
to. “Yes, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Then I guess I better have Ian book a flight
for three in the morning.” Standing, he held a hand out to her and
helped her up then taking her in his arms, her small frame nestled
against his much larger one just another reminder of how easily she
could be hurt.

“I want you to know,” she told him without
lifting her head from his chest, “that I don’t expect anything from
you after this weekend, regardless of how it turns out and how much
I appreciate you being here for me this past week.” She knew the
struggle to get over him this time was going to be ten times harder
than last, but she refused to think about that now. Now, she wanted
to simply put the matter of Charles to rest. If there was one thing
Piper knew Charles loved it was the Empire and a no show by him
would verify his death, as he would never just sit back and allow
anyone to take it over, especially a man he considered his
enemy.

“We’ll see,” was all Brody said because
simply admitting he wanted more from her than sex wasn’t enough to
cross all the barriers standing in his way.

Piper had called Haley and asked her to meet
them for dinner later that afternoon and as they pulled up in front
of the diner, Ian was disconcerted to admit he was looking forward
to seeing her again more than he was looking forward to the chicken
fried steak Friday night special. When he saw her walking up the
sidewalk towards them, the livid bruise marring her left cheek now
clearly visible, he wished he had beaten Tim Carlisle a lot longer
and harder.

“Haley! What did that bastard do to you?”
Piper threw her arms around her friend, feeling guilty for spending
the morning indulging in amazing sex instead of checking up on her
even if Brody had assured her she was okay. “Are you all right?”
she asked anxiously as she pulled back, her eyes lingering on
Haley’s discolored, slightly puffy cheek.

“I’m fine, so quit fussing.” Haley looked at
Ian over Piper’s head, her smile tentative and questioning. He had
been gone when she woke this morning and the disappointment she
felt simply wouldn’t do. She had no interest in men, definitely no
interest in seeking out another relationship. She loved her shop,
her small town and her friends. For the past six years, that was
all she had needed to be happy, but the way her nipples beaded and
her pussy spasmed at just the sight of him told her that maybe she
needed a little more now. Ever since Ian had walked into her shop a
week ago, her body had been trying to tell her she wanted more, was
ready for more, at least physically. She had managed to ignore her
reawakened urgings until he not only rescued her last night, but
had shown how compassionate and understanding he could be by
staying with her through the night, his silent, platonic presence
enough for her then. But when Piper had said they were leaving in
the morning, she knew her time to end her six-year celibacy with
this man was running out. “Thanks to Ian, Tim’s headed back to
Florida with another minimum twenty years tacked on to his original
sentence and I’m relatively unharmed.”

“He’s been picked up already?” Brody asked
sharply. “I wanted to question him myself this evening about
Piper’s disappearance.”

“Sheriff Norton was convinced he had nothing
to do with that,” Haley told him.

“We’ll talk to him after we eat,” Ian said
firmly as he led the way inside, his irritation with Haley’s
gratitude uncalled for. It was only natural for a victim to be
thankful to the person who saved them from any further harm from
their attacker, but it was the lingering look of lust filled
longing that had him on edge. Giving in to that look would be a
colossal mistake. She definitely was not a woman he could indulge
in a hot and heavy one night stand with. But the fantasy of showing
her just how good it good be with the right man wouldn’t let
up.

The diner smelled just as good, just as homey
as the last time they were here, and Mary greeted Haley with just
as much caring and concern as she had Piper a few days ago. “Are
you all right, hon?” she asked, her hand resting comfortingly,
protectively on Haley’s shoulder after she seated them.

“Yes, thanks to Ian, Mary.” The minute she
had spotted Ian unfolding his tall, cream your jeans body out of
Brody’s hot red car and her body reacted by doing just that, she
knew she wasn’t going to let the chance to have him scratch the
itch he was responsible for causing pass her by.

“Can we just order,” Ian growled, glaring at
Haley sitting next to him. “It was nothing, okay? Any man worth his
salt would’ve done the same thing.”

“Not any man would have allowed Tim to hit
him twice just to make sure he got extra time on his sentence.”

“Did Gary tell you that?” He frowned at her,
not liking that she knew just how far he’d go to protect her. She
was right, he wouldn’t have gone that extra step for just
anyone.

“Yes, but he didn’t have to. I already
suspected as much.” Which just made Haley even more sure that he
was the man for her to test the sexual waters again with. The
timing couldn’t be more perfect since he was leaving tomorrow and
the decision whether to see each other again would be taken out of
both their hands.

“You did that?” Mary asked, tears in her
eyes. “Do you like chocolate?”