What Piper Needs

by Amanda Abbott

  He lay down on the ottoman, her on top. “I can’t wait,” he groaned. “I have to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” she said, her eyes dazed with as much lust as he felt.

  He didn’t even bother to take her panties off. Instead, he slid Piper’s thong to the side as she reared up and sat on his throbbing cock, his hands bracing her ass.

  As his dick entered her, they both yelled out.

  Before he could adjust anything, Piper began to ride him.

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  Piper was lost to the sensations. All she felt was free. She rocked on Michael’s hard cock, and goddamn, it felt good. She was done being the wallflower, worried about losing the man she loved because she felt like she wouldn’t be enough.

  He wanted her, and only her.

  Being in this environment, seeing all the sexual activity around them, had amped up her adrenaline to huge highs, fulfilling that risky ingredient she craved. Riding Michael in front of a roomful of people brought on an avalanche of lust, and like a drug, she needed more.

  She fucked him hard, loving the feel of his cock moving in and out of her. She bent over, searching for his mouth and sucking on his tongue as she rode him.

  “Piper,” he groaned into her mouth, biting onto her lower lip. “I have to be on top. I need to be able to ram my dick into you before I come.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  She stopped moving, and Michael sat up, flipping them in one motion, managing to keep them connected. Once she was flat on her back, he began to pound in and out of her. He went up on his arms, his body jackhammering her.

  Piper spotted Beth at the edge of the ottoman and smiled at her. She wanted to experience all the feels, and this was one way to do it. She gave Beth a slight nod. She really was a beautiful girl.

  Beth crawled toward them on all fours, her full breasts free. She stayed on all fours, dipping her head to capture one of Piper’s nipples in her mouth.

  Michael cried out as she did it. “I’m not going to be able to last watching that.”

  Piper brought her hands up to his hips, digging her nails in. “I need you to, for just a few more minutes.” She closed her legs around his waist again. The feeling of Beth’s lips on her while Michael fucked her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. This could’ve happened with Emma and Pete, but she’d never been brave enough to let it happen.

  Beth began bouncing back and forth in staccato bursts, her mouth raking against Piper’s breast as she sucked.

  Piper raised her head and almost cried out when she saw Sebastian was fucking Beth from behind. The movement only made Beth tug on her nipple harder. The sensations that began to rocket through Piper’s body were like lightning bursts, each one making a starburst behind her eyes. “Oh, God.” Piper closed her eyes, tipping her head back, moaning. The muscles in her thighs began to tighten.

  This was so over the top. She was going to come hard.

  Michael came to a sudden stop.

  He didn’t withdraw. Instead, he pinned himself tightly to her, his hands gripping the insides of her thighs. “I want to enjoy this,” he ground out. “I’m too close. I have to stop.”

  Piper didn’t open her eyes as she rocked her hips against his tight abs, pounding on and off his cock, needing the feeling to continue. Beth was still latched on to her nipple. It was exquisite.

  Michael let out a hoarse cry and began to ram back into her like a man possessed. His thrusts were animalistic. “I want you to come first,” he said, his balls slapping her ass as he pumped.

  Beth upped her pace and so did Sebastian.

  “You heard the man,” Sebastian told Beth. “You’re both coming before we do.”

  Piper opened her eyes to see Sebastian cup both of Beth’s breasts from behind, his fingers plying her nipples as he fucked her.

  Beth moaned, twirling her tongue around Piper’s nipple. Then she detached and went for the other one while her hand slid down Piper’s belly. Piper arched into the touch, knowing right where it was headed.

  Michael saw it, too, and slowed his pace, spreading Piper’s legs open wider with his hands. “Touch her,” Michael said. “I want to see it.”

  Beth obliged, her fingers circling Piper’s inflamed clit.

  Piper bucked against her touch, crying out, not caring who heard her, hoping everyone did. “Fuck, yes!” she yelled as she came, wave after wave of bliss cascading through her. “Goddamn it!” Piper placed her hand over Beth’s, holding it in place, and continued to pump her hips against Michael until he bellowed above her.

  Beth’s breath hitched, and she bowed her head, coming against Sebastian’s cock.

  “I can feel you coming!” Sebastian shouted. “This is the best part. You’re milking me.” He gave a guttural cry as he came, pounding hard into Beth.

  It was incredible.

  Piper could barely believe what had just happened.

  It took long moments to recover, and once they were done, there was collective heavy breathing by all. Michael eased out of her, and Beth edged back.

  From all over the room, there was the sound of clapping.

  Piper lifted her head to see Sharon standing not ten feet away with a huge grin on her face. Other people had come closer, but no one was crowding them.

  Piper spotted lust on more than one face, many of them looking like they’d been in the middle of an act.

  “That was the best newbie sex I’ve ever seen!” Sharon exclaimed. “You guys deserve another drink.” She raised her glass and looked around the room. “To really great sex!”

  “Hear, hear!” chimed a chorus of voices.

  Michael grinned, and Piper realized she felt content for the first time in much too long. Michael helped her up. She still wore her thong and was relieved as she rearranged it, hugging her husband tightly. “I love you so much,” she said in his ear.

  “I love you, too,” he told her as he kissed her soundly.

  27

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  “It was completely and totally insane. And I mean insane. It was the hottest sex we’ve ever had, bar none,” Piper told the girls. “We watched a bunch of sex, then Michael laid me out on this ottoman and fucked me in front of everyone. Then I let a woman who works in his office join us. I came so hard it felt like I popped all the blood vessels in my face. Afterward, the room gave us a standing ovation.”

  “Wow,” Caroline said, her eyes wide. “That sounds like a very successful sex adventure!”

  “Honestly, you’re making me rethink my stance on orgies,” Emma commented, picking up a piece of pizza. They were in Piper’s kitchen. Everyone was there for their weekly meeting except Gillian, who had texted that she was running late. “That sounds awesome. But I think the best part is that you and Michael connected so fully. It sounded beautiful. So how do you feel about everything now?”

  “To tell you the truth, I feel great,” Piper said. “After we were done, we left immediately. We needed some space and wanted to talk. Michael took me down to Lake Mendota, and we sat for a long time looking at the stars and going over what we’d just done and what we both want for the future. It was an amazing night. I feel very lucky and content, like a load I had no idea I was carrying has finally been lifted off my shoulders. I wouldn’t say I’m cured, because are we ever? But I feel like I did when I was first dating Michael, young and free!” Piper knew she was beaming, but she didn’t care.

  “Dang it! I need a night like that,” Emma said. “I really want it to be about me for a while. Is that too selfish? But I’m so happy for you! I really am.”

  “It’s not selfish at all,” Piper answered. “That’s where I was not even a month ago, and look at me. You need to do something just for you, Emma. And if Pete loves you, he’s already on board.”

  “Speaking of that, how’s that vacation planning going?” Caroline asked.

  Emma’s face brightened. “We’re going to the Bahamas!”

  “What?
” Piper asked, grabbing a slice of pizza. They were noshing on specialty pizza for the night. Goat cheese, caramelized onion, and roasted red pepper was her favorite. “That was quick.”

  “I know,” Emma said. “But I took what you guys said last week to heart, and Pete and I really need this trip. Pete reached out to a friend of his who’s in the lifestyle. The guy has been raving about this particular resort for years. It’s on a private Bahamian island, it’s clothing optional, and you must have a personal recommendation to get a reservation. And low and behold, after his friend vouched for us we were accepted. They had a villa available, but only on certain dates. So we said what the hell and booked it! It’s going to cost a fortune, but I’m thrilled.”

  Piper pounded on her chest as the pizza threatened to go down the wrong pipe. “Oh my goodness!” She began to laugh. “You are going to an orgy, but it will be a beachy fun one. Now I’m kind of jealous I didn’t think of that myself. You’re going to have a blast.”

  “I hope so. I’m really excited,” Emma said.

  “How long are you staying?” Caroline asked.

  “Ten days,” Emma said.

  Gillian came in through the back door. “Hiya,” she said, waving. “I parked in the driveway. Hope that’s okay.”

  Piper got up to greet her and went to get her a beer. “Of course it is. But before you sit down, I have to know where you disappeared to on Saturday night! We tried to find you guys, but we didn’t want to barge into any rooms uninvited. And, dude, you haven’t returned my texts all week! Except to say you were coming tonight. What’s up with that?”

  Gillian took the beer Piper offered and sat at the table. “I’m glad you didn’t try to look for us, because we weren’t there.” Then she grinned and took a drink of her beer.

  “What do you mean you weren’t there?” Piper asked.

  “Well, technically we were there, but we weren’t downstairs. We ducked out with this other couple before everything got rolling.”

  “Wait, what?” Piper said. “You didn’t stay for the orgy at all?”

  Gillian grinned again, then she winked. It was driving Piper insane. “And, I have to say, it was one of the hottest nights of my life! It was a game changer.”

  “What?” Piper and Caroline gasped at the same time.

  “You have to tell us,” Caroline said. “Come on, we can’t stand it!”

  Gillian shook her head. “I can’t. I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

  “Oh, come on now!” Piper complained. “That’s not even fair! We’re your STD girls. We won’t tell a soul. You have our word.”

  “Nope,” Gillian said. “Once we hang out with them a few more times, it might not be such a big deal. But I gave my word, and I never go back on my word.”

  “Can you give us some hints?” Emma said. “I’m dying! I thought my Bahama vacation news was interesting, but this takes the cake.”

  Gillian helped herself to some food. “Let me guess, you’re going to that exclusive resort? The clothing optional one on the private island?”

  “That’s right.” Emma blushed. “Have you been there?”

  “No, but I’ve heard some amazing stories. It’s supposed to be quite an adventure. The island is super-secret and expensive, everything done to the nines. But I’ve heard you get what you pay for. Lots of folks in the lifestyle know about it. There’s supposed to be non-stop sex just about everywhere. You guys are going to love it! I think it’s a perfect fit for you and Pete.”

  “I’m looking forward to it, even more so now,” Emma admitted. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook from telling us about your night. Can’t you share even one little tidbit with us?”

  “The only thing I can say is that it has to do with a well-known figure here in Wisconsin. Some people would be shocked to find out they were involved in this lifestyle.” She held up her hands. “That’s all I’m saying.”

  “When are you seeing him, her, them, again?” Piper asked.

  “Soon,” she answered cagily. “We had such a good time, we set up something before we left…at three a.m.” She giggled. “I was wrecked the entire weekend and have been playing catch-up all week. But I gotta tell you, it was smokin’ hot.”

  “The more you’re with them, the more details we get?” Piper asked hopefully.

  “Possibly,” Gillian said. “They’re just being overprotective. But we all just met, so it’s understandable.”

  “I’d love to host an STD meeting at my house in the next few weeks before we leave for the Bahamas,” Emma volunteered. “Maybe by then you’ll have some more details to share with us.”

  “Let’s make it an STD travel shower!” Caroline said excitedly. “That would be so fun.”

  “What?” Piper asked, half-laughing. “A travel shower?”

  “You know, at a wedding shower you bring gifts for the bride. A baby shower you bring gifts for the baby,” she answered. “Let’s do a travel shower for Emma and bring her skimpy lingerie and dirty things to help her get ready for her trip!” Caroline clapped. “In the South we celebrate everything. Plus, I love shopping and I’m always finding fun, sexy things on the Internet, but I have no one to buy for.”

  “I’m in,” Gillian said, turning to Emma. “I can think of one thing you’re absolutely going to need.” She winked.

  “That’s so nice of you guys,” Emma said. “But you don’t need to do that for me. I’d love to just host, no gifts required.”

  “We want to, and it’s already done,” Piper said. “You host, we’ll bring the gifts—think of it as the bachelorette party we never gave you. In fact, let’s make it a tradition. Michael wants to take a long trip to Europe this summer. Then it will be my turn.”

  “Okay, I won’t keep arguing,” Emma said, grinning. “If we do it in two weeks, you guys can get a taste of my neighborhood as well, with all the drama attached.”

  “Why’s that?” Piper asked.

  “It’s block-party night.” She winked. “Always full of fun surprises.”

  “Oh, then we must come!” Caroline said. “I want to see the suburban underbelly up close.”

  “To block parties!” Piper held up her glass for a toast. “All in favor, say aye.”

  There was a chorus of ayes.

  “It’s done,” Piper said. “We meet in two weeks at Emma’s.” Then she glanced at Gillian. “And you better be ready to spill some details.”

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  NOW FOR A SNEAK PEEK OF BOOK THREE in the PUSHING THE BOUNDARIES SERIES…turn the page…

  Sneak Peek

  WHAT EMMA CRAVES

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  Emma ducked down into the bushes as the car drove by. It was the Dwyers, an elderly couple who lived three doors down from her and Pete, in their dated black Cadillac. They were coming home from church. Emma was crouched in a very unladylike position, but it was worth it. She was directly under the McCrays’ garage window, waiting for the show to begin.

  It happened without fail every Wednesday night at ten thirty-seven, when Candace arrived home after her weekly hot-yoga class.

  And when she could, Emma always got a front-row seat.

  Just like clockwork, another car came down the street. A second later the McCray garage door engaged, rolling up smoothly. Candace pulled her leased Audi RS 5 into its spot right next to the window. Emma knew it was leased because Candace was a talker, verging on whiner. She was a thirty-eight-year-old unhappily married stepmother to three older children. She enjoyed her boxed Chardonnay, and over the year
s she’d filled Emma’s ears with more than Emma had ever needed to know about her, including how financially stretched they were to maintain the lifestyle they felt they deserved.

  Living the “lifestyle,” according to Candace, involved expensive cars, lavish vacations, and diamond jewelry sparkling around her neck.

  The unhappiness that accompanied it was just the typical side effect and had become an accepted sacrifice.

  To Emma, however, living the lifestyle was nights like this, when Candace stole a moment of pleasure all to herself. Candace just didn’t realize that she was actually involved in a different kind of “lifestyle”—the sexual kind.

  Most people didn’t. Instead, they refused to name it, because that would make it too real.

  Emma hadn’t ever begrudged Candace her tiny slice of happiness.

  If this was the only place the woman could get it, so be it. Plus, it was entertaining as hell to watch. Candace was a beautiful woman, tall, curvy, with long blonde hair. She had to be gorgeous, since she was Kyle McCray’s second trophy wife.

  Kyle was a fifty-five-year-old chauvinistic douchebag who traveled more than he was home. And when he was home, he was screwing everyone he could get his meaty hands on. He’d come on to Emma several times over the years, but she’d always fobbed him off like a pro, insulting him so intelligently he never knew he was getting a brutal brush-off.

  Emma stood and watched Candace get out of her car. She set her purse and keys on a small shelf by the door and went to stand in front of her car. A moment later, there was a small noise as the side door opened and closed softly.