Wrapped in Lace (13 page)

“Ladies first,” he said, smiling.

Who was I to argue with that logic?

He caressed my hair gently. “You come first, always.”

I knew that had a double meaning, and I knew Drew meant both of them. How could one man be so sweet and so sexy at the same time? By this point, I would have paid the man to touch me. I wiggled my hips again, thinking a dry hump would work just fine.

“No, just my voice.”

I pouted my lip, hoping he’d relent. “What if I can’t?”

“You will,” he promised me, and I believed him. “And it will be the hardest, most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.”

The ache between my legs was pulsing now, deep. I knew I was wiggling around, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was in total control.

“Take your clothes off,” he said sweetly.

I was so thankful he’d changed his mind. I ripped my sweater over my head and tore my bra off, my breath ragged and quick. Then I did the same with my jeans. I reached for my panties, but Drew caught my hands.

“I’ll take care of these. I’d like to unwrap you.”

His fingers slid up my thighs tenderly, and the memory of him toying with my panties on the bar shot back. God, I wanted that feeling again. Only this time, he simply slid my panties down over my smooth legs.

“Lace?” I watched him lift them to his face and inhale. “You smell so sweet. Later, I’m going to suck you, lick you, and kiss you until you melt into my mouth.”

My God, I almost came right then. No one ever talked to me this way before, and I’d never had those things done to me before. I was long overdue. I reached for the zipper of his jeans, and he stopped my hand again.

“Just you, just my voice.”

I felt my whole body blush. I was laid out for him, totally nude. “Drew, I’m. . . .”

“Sexy! And it’s taking every ounce of control in my body not to slip myself inside you right now.” Our eyes met. “Close your eyes.”

“Talk to me,” I whispered. I could feel his eyes on my bare skin. I could picture the way his mouth looked, his eyes, the way he would feel touching me, holding me, sliding in and out.

“What’s the most orgasms you’ve ever had in a day?” He breathed on my neck, but didn’t touch me.

“One,” I said shyly. I could feel the snicker on his face.

“I’m going to make you come so many times today.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“First, I’m going to talk to you. This is all mental. You’re going to picture everything I say. You’re going to feel it like it’s happening. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“And when you’ve come so hard you think you couldn’t come again, I’m going to take those sweet, soft tits of yours in my mouth.”

I could feel the warmth of his hand over me, his breath tickling me, but he wouldn’t touch me. This was torture—a slow, sweet, delicious torture.

“My tongue is going to slowly circle your perfect nipples. They’re going to get hard in my mouth, and I’m going to take my time and enjoy teasing them, tasting them.”

I could feel my nipples peak, my breasts heavy, the pool between my legs getting deeper.

“I want to suck on them right now, tug them with my teeth.”

“Oh, God, yes, please.” I was needier than I’d ever been.

“You’re going to come again just from me sucking on your breasts, flicking my tongue over your nipples. Tell me you’ll come for me like that.”

“I will. I’ll come for you.” I felt his body slide down the sofa, his breath between my legs. I wanted to shove his head there but restrained myself.

“Now, this incredibly sweet pussy.” My muscles clenched. I could feel myself starting to tremble. “The things I’m going to do to you.”

“Please, Drew.”

“You’re so sensitive. I learned that last night with my fingers, but it’s going to be so much fun feeling you quake under my tongue. Letting my warm tongue outline your lips, sucking on your clit, having your hands in my hair as I lick you.”

My legs dropped wider. I could feel myself so open. I wanted him to do all those things to me right now.

“Come for me, so I know how sweet you taste. So I can stick my finger inside you while I suck on you hard.”

“I’m so close.” But I wasn’t sure I could go over the edge alone. I knew one touch would do it, but he wasn’t touching me. My hand slid to my thigh, and he grabbed it. I almost finished from that small contact.

“I’d love to watch you stroke yourself. You’re going to make me come just thinking about it.”

“I need. . .” I couldn’t even put into words how badly I needed release. “You.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “You want me to fuck you?”

“
Yes
.” I was writhing around, hoping for some friction somewhere. “Hard!” I heard his zipper slide down, his pants fall to the floor. I felt his body over mine, stalking me, but still no contact.

“It’s going to feel so warm and tight when I slide into you. I’m going to fill you up. I want it all, I’m going to start off slow, building you up, making you want me.”

I cried out, my back arched, my whole body exploding, the orgasm coming from my whole body, not just one part. My body trembling, I reached up and pulled Drew down on top of me. I wasn’t done. I was just getting started. He’d unleashed something in me I didn’t realize was there. I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him hard, my hands frantically moving up and down the muscles of his back. God help me, I’d do anything he wanted me to do.

*

DREW

I knew I
was good, but damn, I had no idea I was
this
good. Watching her nude body react to my voice, knowing I could give her such pleasure was a major high. And she was kissing me like I was her air, like she needed me to survive. Her nails were digging up and down my back, and my dick was so damn hard it hurt. I wanted to do everything I just talked to her about. I wanted her breasts in my mouth. I wanted to taste her, lick her, explore every little part of her, to discover all the little spots that would make her moan and squirm. She wrapped her leg around my waist and pulled down hard, slipping my dick inside her. “Fuck,” I said. She was so tight. “Piper, condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

She clenched her muscles, drawing me deeper. She was so damn warm and strong, massaging my dick with each thrust. I could finish right now, but I wasn’t going to. I pinned her hands above her head. “Relax, sweetheart.” I slowed down, slipping myself in and out of her slowly. Feeling her body soften, I ran my hand down the contour of her tits, waist, hips, and ass. “
Good girl
. I’m going to make you come again, don’t worry. I won’t ever leave you unsatisfied.”

Her beautiful blue eyes opened, and I released her hands and stroked her cheek. “Don’t leave,” she whispered.

I knew she wasn’t talking about my dick anymore, but this wasn’t the time to get into this debate. I pushed into her firmly. “Come,” I said, teasing her. And as if my voice commanded her, she flew over the edge again, this time screaming out my name.

*

Piper slept peacefully
in my arms, our naked bodies intertwined. Damn, she was absolutely beautiful coiled around me, her head on my chest, her breasts smashed against me, her leg thrown over my waist. Her body was perfect—soft where it was supposed to be, and strong where it should be. Basically, she was built for sex, yet I could tell she was modest, her body blushing at being naked before me. And that just made me want her even more.

I wasn’t sure how long she’d been sleeping, having dozed off myself after an entire afternoon making love to her over and over again. Whoever said women were the weaker sex was dead wrong. Piper had orgasmed a half dozen times in just a few hours. No man, I don’t care who he was, could top that. I did my best, but Piper easily doubled me. Obviously, she was tired enough to forget about our brief discussion on whether or not I would be staying here, or if she was coming with me.

I told myself it would all work out. We knew we wanted to see more of each other, and so, we’d find a way. I just planned on making it
my
way, even if I had to fuck her into agreement. That seemed like a win-win. I looked around the room full of erotic sketches, thinking she had some new material now. She said her work came from her dirty mind, but there was something else behind them, some sort of hesitation in all of them.

“What time is it?” she whispered into my chest. I twisted the arm she was laying on to try to check my watch. “Sorry,” she said, trying to get up.

I pulled her over on top of me. “Oh, no, you don’t.” She giggled the sweetest little laugh. “Best Christmas, ever.”

“What about the Christmas when you were ten and got the BB gun?” she asked.

“T & A is better than BB,” I said, smirking at her, and she lowered her head to my chest, laughing. I pulled her up to my mouth and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips parted just slightly, and our tongues met. Her body immediately melted into mine, and I knew we were both ready for another round when a loud ring filled the room. I groaned, knowing it was my phone. “I guess I’m late for Christmas dinner at my parents’ house.”

“Oh, no.” Piper shot up, grabbing various items of clothing off the floor and sofa. “It’s Christmas, and I’m keeping you from your family.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. You haven’t been home in years, and they want to be with their son, and we’ve been. . . .” she paused. “Been on this sofa
all day
.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed her back down on the sofa and climbed over her. “We can’t ever get rid of this sofa. It’s lucky.”

“You mean
you
got lucky,” Piper teased, her eyes dancing.

I stroked her cheek. “I got very lucky.” I hoped she knew I wasn’t just talking about the sex. I was so lucky I ran into her that night at Hank’s, and not just because she was a good distraction. She was so much more.

She swatted my naked ass. “Just don’t forget how lucky you are.” She giggled and reached for her bra on the floor.

I took it from her. “Let me.”

“Let you what?”

“Let me dress you.” Her head tilted to the side, and she did that adorable little lip bite. I slid her arms through the straps and reached around to hook the bra. Her eyes never left my face as I leaned forward, but I couldn’t resist kissing her sweetly then giving her bottom lip a little tug with my teeth. I kissed my way down her neck to her cleavage, feeling her body roll.

“Drew?”

“I’m just saying goodbye.” She moaned and smiled as I pulled away and slipped her sweater over her head. I reached for her lace panties and started to slide them up her legs. “My favorite Christmas present came wrapped in lace.”

Her ragged breath betrayed her, and I knew she was getting hot all over again. And God help me if my dick didn’t come right to attention. Horny must be contagious. Our appetites for each other seemed without limits.

She shifted her hips to help me slide her panties on, and I took my time adjusting them, running my fingers around the edges and watching her muscles clench. I leaned down and kissed her through her panties, my hot breath causing her to melt into my mouth. Damn, she was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

“Dinner,” she breathed out.

I took her panties in my teeth and pulled them down. “I told you I’d never leave you unsatisfied, and I meant it.”

DREW

Piper took my
hand and snuggled into me under the porch light of my parents’ house. Their house was the only one on the block, maybe the whole town, not decorated for Christmas. I knew it was because of me. My mom refused to decorate the outside of the house since that Christmas six years ago. She still hung stockings and put up a tree, mostly for Jack, I think. But that was all she could bring herself to do. She said it wasn’t Christmas without her baby, namely me, at home. I guess she didn’t decorate this year, unsure if I’d really show up.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Piper said, shivering against my chest.

“They saw us together last night at the bar.”

“It’s not that,” she said, checking her appearance. “I didn’t even shower. My hair is all crazy and. . . .”

I kissed her quickly to shut her up. She was stunning. “Thoroughly fucked looks beautiful on you.” She playfully smacked my shoulder. “And the smell of sex coming off you is driving me crazy.”