"Bloody fucking hell," Seth's accented growl comes from the entrance to the room.
Pushing up onto my elbows, I look at him. He’s already shirtless and working on undoing his pants. He isn’t ripped with muscles, but lean and they’re defined. The hair I’d noticed when he was changing from his bathing suit this morning, begins at the bottom of his navel and it literally draws my eyes down to his hands, his nimble fingers removing it’s bindings. Bending over to push down the bottom half of his clothes, he stands and is completely naked. He’s beautiful and seeing him in the flesh was like not only was he showing me his body, but himself, his true self. Stripped down and exposed. I don’t know how to describe the sensation at the realization of this that comes over me, but I know I’ve never been so turned on like this before. Like I know when this happens, when we have sex, that it’ll be the most connected I’ve ever been to another person.
"Roll over, Bubble," he tells me this while spinning his index finger in a circle.
Without question or hesitation, I do it. The timbre of his voice was more animalistic than human.
"Jesus, fuck, Piper... you, Jesus," he stammers, and the loss of words has me smiling to myself and looking over my shoulder at him. “Are you always this hot? This turned on?” he questions.
My eyes shift in not understanding.
“You ground one out this morning, your nipples have been hard all day, I could smell how ready you were all day…are you always like this?”
As he says this, his eyes zero in between my legs, my ass, and I watch as his thin, long dick begins to come alive.
“No,” I whisper genuinely. “No, I’m not always like this.”
His eyes flick to mine before resuming their attention back to my goodies. Then he’s kneeling on the bed and approaching, his hand plants in between my shoulder blades as he pushes my upper body down onto the sheets and then he’s there between my legs. His mouth and nose rimming my tight back entrance and I gasp. My fingers curl into the sheets as his hand moves to the back of my neck, pinning me and his face pushes my lower body open. Jesus Lord. I squirm, unable to help my body’s reaction to the things he’s doing to me. It’s like he has eight tongues. My eyes flutter as his hands grip my hips, then the globes of my ass, spreading me open and I don’t even have a flicker of self-consciousness because the way he almost whimpers at seeing me there before his mouth covers my tight hole has me arching and pushing back. I moan and garble something unintelligible, and he’s making sounds against me, eating me and lapping at me. Just when I think my other entrance is too needy and maybe I should touch myself, his fingers swipe over my clit, causing my back to arch and my core to tighten. His face leaves me for a moment before a thick deposit of spit lands on my asshole, just as fingers slide inside my drenched pussy and a thumb pops inside my rear.
“Oh my God,” I shudder, my body instinctively wiggling and attempting to free myself. It’s not that I don’t like it, I just never felt this before. This full, this taken, and I don’t know how to react almost.
A hand slides up my spine to grab my hair and pull my head back, at the same time he bites one of my ass cheeks, his fingers push in deeper and harder and I let out a moan. I feel frantic, on the verge of combusting, it’s all too much. But I can’t come like this, I need hard pressure on my clit, and I debate again on whether to do it to myself or not. And then, there it is. Rough, strong, hard fingers press against my clit and my eyes cross.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you need it here, hard…fuck, when I fuck you, I might make this little bit raw.”
“Seth…fuck, yes, hard, I need it like this,” my words coming out in a crescendo.
His teeth sink into my ass again and my knees find purchase, rising up and grinding back against his face, my hand coming around behind me to grasp his head and push him against me. He moans just as our eyes meet, I can tell he likes this and fuck, so do I. As if he knows I’m about to come, his hand yanks my hair tighter, which I didn’t know was something I’m in to, but according to my body I am. I don’t know what I said or cried out when it hit me, the first glorious orgasm I had taken from me, because yes, it was taken. It was demanded, coaxed forward and fucking snatched up. I know it’s like nothing I’ve ever had happen to me before. I guess since the build-up throughout the day, him just being all about my body, I’m able to hand myself over to him and I knew he wouldn’t let me down. His hands tap both my hips as he leaves my body, indicating he wants me back up on all fours. My head rests on my forearm as I catch my breath and honestly, I don’t even have the wits about me to raise it. The sound of a condom being opened has my senses picking up what my body is too fucked to understand. The blunt head of his dick slips through my folds, made even easier with my cum and the lube from the condom. My body pushes back as I begin to whimper and Seth’s quieting me.
“Shhh, wait, just wait,” he says in a hushed tone, his hands gripping my hips so I’m still. After a few seconds of feeling his tip inside me. “Okay, you ready?” he asks, the head barely penetrating my opening.
Without words, I began to encase him, but his hands palm my ass, halting me.
“Slow, Bubble…slow for me,” he whispers.
With agony at restraining myself, I push back as slow as I can. Being made even more difficult at the sounds and words he whispers to me, like he was talking to my pussy and expecting it to follow his commands…which it so did. Once I take him all the way, I pause, feeling him and squeezing my muscles around him.
“Bubble, stop, I’m already trying to hold off––” his words cut off by a groan as I do it again.
A loud crack fills the room as a burning sensation assaults my butt cheek, then grows hot and longing. I began to ride him, fucking him. Glancing over my shoulder his eyes focused on us, his hands on my ass, then lifting his hands to just watch me move on him. He sits back on his haunches and I follow, never breaking free or losing my rhythm. I work his dick shamelessly, like he’s going to tip me after. My core tightens and I feel the beginnings of pleasure peaking, but I want him to come. I enjoy what we were doing and it isn’t about coming for me, especially when the elation I was experiencing was fucking amazing as is. Seth’s breathing begins to quicken, his hands grow shaky and almost frantic as he touches me, his hips flexing as he sits up and begins to push against me, fast. Leaning over me, he grabs my little boob and pinches my nipple, his other hand on the mattress and holding us up. I groan and start fucking him harder. His hair tickling my shoulder, his breath pounding against my ear, his hands on me and his body over me…is just like my fantasy this morning.
“I’m coming, fuck, Piper…” his words trail off as everything about him tightens and jolts. For the first time in my life, I wish for no condom…I wish he’d just cum inside me.
I smile to myself, feeling for once that I really just had sex. I was a one hundred and ten percent a partner in sex; I’ve never felt that way before. Lying on my stomach, Seth follows, and then rolls over. Looking at him, his chest heaves, his arm rests above him on the pillow and there’s a small smile on his lips. He looks fucked, like well fucked, and I know that was from me. Sitting up, I remove the condom for him, tying it and tossing it toward the bathroom opposite the bed. His hand tugs me down, adjusting me to lie beside him, my head resting on his chest. I listen to his heart, pounding and so alive. To think, not even twenty-four hours ago, I could barely stand this man.
* * *
My eyes blink open; it’s dusk outside now. I inhale deeply, his scent and mine in the air, and the thick musk of sex. I smile and roll onto my back. Seth groans as my body falls against him, but his arms raise before resting over my waist as he accepts my cuddles. We’re still naked and warm, hair a mess, lips swollen. I roll in his arms to face him, his eyes are closed and he looks trouble free and unburdened. I realize now how much he holds in his eyes when he’s awake. My fingers run along the bridge of his nose, along his hairline, the hair on his jaw, the pulse in his neck.
“
I like that,” he tells me and I smile, retracing my path along his skin.
My eyes notice the five condoms on the bathroom floor, haphazardly thrown there. Normally, I’d detest and cringe at the sight, but I know I couldn’t pick them up right now no matter how gross it is. But it just reminds me of what we did. How after the first time, Seth went down on me again, and I went down on him. His cock was magic inside my mouth, and I’d vigorously sucked him to orgasm, tasting his come all over my tongue and wanting more, like his semen was some sort of drug. I was fuck-crazy, insatiable, daring, doing shit I’ve only seen in videos. He was equally as ambitious with me, and I kept having to push down the little part of me that wondered if he was always like this during sex. Convincing myself it was just with me, only with me
“I’m hungry,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss his neck.
“What were you thinking about just then?” he asks at the same time.
Raising my head, his eyes are open and looking into me, into me.
“You look so peaceful asleep, I never realized how stressed and troubled you seem most the time.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes soften, looking at my lips and taking me in.
“What do you want to eat?” he asks, ending any form of further discussion or talk of seriousness.
“What can you make?” I smile.
“Clearly nothing since I have a chef,” he laughs.
“Okay, come on,” I demand while sitting up and reaching for my shorts at the edge of the bed.
“No, no,” he stops me, also sitting up and reaching my shorts before I can and tossing them. “Shirt only,” he tells me.
Narrowing my eyes, I give him a look like he’s silly, but honestly it lights me up inside at how he wants to see my body. Exiting the bed, I make sure to walk in a way that has my ass plumping the cheeks with every step and listen as he growls behind me. Bending over toward the door and showing him my wet folds, I snatch up my tank top and slip it over me, it doesn’t cover anything below the top of my thighs and I know the heavy bottom of my cheeks are on full display.
“Fuck, Bubble, you better hurry up and eat before I take a bite out of you.”
Tossing a smile at him, I rush out the door and take the steps quickly, because I know he will and I do need to eat.
Opening the fridge, I search inside, grabbing a container of lunchmeat and folding a slice before shoving it into my mouth and putting the container back. Then I grab a tub of yogurt, yelping as Seth’s body presses into my back, hands moving over the fabric and sliding inside the arm holes of my tank to roughly grasp my breasts. I inhale sharply at the tender skin he’s roughing up and his hands retreat. I lean back into him, his lips kissing up from my shoulder to below my ear as his hands move to mine and lift off the top of the yogurt. I moan at feeling him harden against my bare butt and watch as his index and middle finger dip into the container and reappear covered in it. They come toward me and I open my mouth, sucking off the food and cleaning them before he repeats the action. I moan and reach back to grasp his cock in my hand, stroking him as he kisses my neck again. Now he’s making a mess with the yogurt on my lips and chin as I tilt my head back. The container drops to the floor as I turn and his lips and tongue clean up my face, my hand pumping harder, his hands grasping my head as he laps at my lips and sucks them. My body melts and comes alive all at the same time and I barely register him lifting me onto the counter, the material of my top being pulled apart and left in tatters on my lap. His mouth moves to my nipples, plumping my small mounds with his fingers. I groan and run my hands through his hair, spreading my legs for his body to fit between mine. My hand moving down to grip his cock again and place him inside me. Pulling back, he looks at me, no condom.
“I’m on the pill,” I pant, not missing the fear in his eyes. “But, we don’t have to––”
His hand reaches over toward a drawer near the sink and boom, there’s the metallic glint of a condom. He tears it open with his teeth, putting it on and replacing himself just before my core. I feel… disappointed, and little sad to be honest. He didn’t want me bare. Of course he didn’t. This was probably just a fling, and I’ve only known him for a few days. Stupid, Piper, way to ruin the fun.
Closing my eyes, I push my hips to forget what just happened. But Seth’s hands cup my face, his nose running along mine.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you…” he whispers and I nod, but I know it’s a lie.
To stop any more foolishness, I grab his ass and pull him into me. He fucks me, slow at first. And when he begins to pick up speed and grips my ass between the counter, I feel bruised and it takes me out of my head. Savoring that once the night ends and we go back to Piper and Seth, this would be over.
CHAPTER 10
Seth
Something happened last night in the kitchen, something I wish I’d maybe handled better. When I’d continued to wrap my dick up, even after Piper had told me it was ok and that she was on the pill, the flash of hurt on her face had made my stomach flip. I’d quickly tried to reassure her that it wasn’t about her, and it really wasn’t, but she’d schooled her features and grabbed my ass in a way that let me know she was done talking about it.
I’d kept my rhythm slow for a while, hoping to get her to look at me so I could tell where her head was at, but she never once gave me her eyes. I really didn’t like the way that had made me feel, like she’d shut me out. Other than making her talk to me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk about my shit anyway, I didn’t know what else to do. Hoping to get her out of her head, so we could find our connection again, I’d started fucking her, hard.
The sex yesterday had been bloody mind blowing. Fucking Piper made me feel like I’d not been doing it right, until her. It was raw, intense, and I’d felt it everywhere. I’d also felt that it was the same for her, and that she was in it with me. But then the sex in the kitchen had felt…I don’t know…empty, maybe? What had definitely felt like the start of something upstairs had changed dramatically. It’d felt like a one for the road, a dirty hook-up. And it’d unsettled me.
Orgasms achieved, things had gotten awkward fast. Remembering Piper was hungry, I’d pulled out Jackie’s left over spaghetti and nuked us a snack. We’d eaten quietly for a while, small talk eventually trickling into a conversation about Jackie’s exceptional cooking, and it’d seemed the elephant in the room was getting smaller. When she’d laughingly bossed me into cleaning up the yoghurt on the floor – declaring it was my fault it landed there in the first place – I’d thought maybe I’d misread her hurt look. Grabbing her hand as we’d made our way out of the kitchen to head upstairs, she’d smiled at me, and I’d felt the knot in my stomach lessen further.
Then, she’d tried to go back to her own room. Bollocks to that.
Spouting some shite about tomorrow being a new day, or having an early start and lots to do, I’d begun to wonder if she’d assumed that we’d fucked out the tension, and so we were done. Not letting go of her hand, my body faced toward my room and her body turned towards her, our arms were outstretched between us. And when I’d looked into her eyes, I’d seen…uncertainty? Uncertain about what exactly, I didn’t know, but I’d wanted to make one thing clear - I was not uncertain about her.
Yanking her toward me, I’d dropped my shoulder into the softness of her belly and lifted her into a fireman’s hold. As she’d squealed in surprise, I’d secured her in place with one arm across the back of her knees, and slapped her gorgeous arse with the other. Even though there was not a single sign of protest from Piper, I wasn’t content that the slap conveyed my message of irritation clearly enough. So I’d turned my face into her supple cheek and taken a nice big bite.
Pulling back to place a soothing kiss over my bite, I’d seen where my teeth had indented slightly into her flesh. It’d felt like I was seeing my brand, a mark of ownership, and my balls had boiled with pride. Stalking cockily back to my room, I’d embraced my inner caveman and continued to nibble, suc
k and lick at her plump cheek, while the fingertips of my free hand teased along the exposed feminine lips of her slick snatch.
To clarify further I’d told her, “From now on, love, you’re in my house, you’re in my bed. We clear on that?”
Reaching the open double doors to my room, I’d given her another light slap. This time it was my fingers across her pussy, and I’d been letting her know that I’d expected an answer. From her position draped over my shoulder, the cheeky sod had pinched at my own naked arse cheek in reply. Good enough for me, I’d figured she was on board. I’d also figured she was ready to play again. Slipping two fingers into her tight, warm center, I’d pulled them out and down firmly before pushing them back in, letting her know I was ready to play, too.
So now, waking this morning to find the sheets beside me not only empty, but also cool, I’m wondering if maybe we still had a few things to sort out after all.
For her sake, I hope she is still in this house. If not, when I find her, Piper bloody Quinn just may find it hard to use her bubble for anything that involves sitting. Pulling on a pair of soft ripped jeans, I don’t even bother doing them up before leaving my bedroom to find out.
“Piper!” I yell as I walk along the hallway towards her room. “I’m coming for you, Bubble! You have my breakfast.”
Pushing the partially open door to her room further open, I step inside, but don’t see her. All her things are still here though, so that gives me some comfort. Hearing a blow dryer switch off, I walk over to the en suite’s doorway. The fact that my heart settles into a more normal rhythm at seeing her is something I don’t think too much about. She’s not noticed I’m here yet. I lean a shoulder against the wooden doorframe, cross my arms and legs, and am content to watch her get ready. I can see that her hair is nearly dry, so she probably didn’t hear me calling her. She’s wearing a tight black & brown skirt with some kind of animal pattern on it and a coffee coloured lace bra. I’m assuming she’s got a shirt to put on, but she clearly does her hair without it. There’s a thick gold chain around her throat and a wide gold cuff half way up one forearm. Her face is made up, but it’s natural, and I’d bet my left bollock that the shiny shit on her lips is coconut lip balm.
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