Overexposed

by Amelia Oliver

  Jesus, I’d rather Piper end us than ask me to fuck her like that again. No matter how much I want her.

  “Piper…please look at me?” Using our clasped hands to shake her gently, my words come out hoarse. Her eyes open, and I see grey storms still dance in her irises. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you only want to ride my cock? I don’t care which, love, but I do need to be clear on something.” My pulse is thrumming, my body is electrified as though its as much anticipating sex as it is preparing to be told to leave. “I need you to look at me when I’m inside you, and I need to hear my name on your lips when you come.”

  Pulling back, my gaze catches the tight knots of her nipples, and before I can stop myself, I suck one into my mouth. Piper moans at the contact, the sound making me lighter but I need her to answer me. My teeth gently scrape against her fabric covered bud, the pressure exactly how I know she likes it, as I draw my mouth away.

  “Tell me what you need from me, Bubble…am I fucking you or are you fucking me?”

  Lust and fire compete for control in her eyes, while a small smirk hits her lips. “Who says we can’t do both?” she sasses me, and I feel the mood lighten up a little more, “but as for who goes first? Well, that’s easy.”

  She steps away from me, changing our grip and using our joined hands to pull me behind her, towards her bedroom. I follow, my eyes glued to her swaying arse, noting she’s taunting me with a much more exaggerated movement than is her usual walk.

  “My house, my bed, so me first,” she gloats smarmily back at me, and I can’t help but laugh. I love that she’s thrown a version of my own words, back from when we’d first met, in my face. Scooping her up, she lets out a little squeal along with a giggle, before I toss her onto the bed.

  Impatient and needing to feel all of her skin against all of mine, I kick off my shoes and tear off my clothes. As soon as Piper hit the comforter, she’d started doing the same. They may be down to fuck on the Jersey Shore, but we were no slouches here in California either.

  Leaning forward I grab the sleep shorts Piper had just kicked off and bring them to my nose, letting her sweet musk fill my lungs before dropping them to the floor. She knows I love the way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she feels, and the way she looks. By verbalising my lecherous and frequent thoughts, I’d like to think she no longer doubts her desirability.

  Crawling along the bed I cover her body in mine, and holding myself up on my elbows, I kiss my girl. Our hips rock along with our tongues, my cock hot and heavy against her hip, her pussy warm and wet against my thigh.

  “Cock, fingers or mouth, Bubble?”

  She answers by pushing against my chest, so taking her direction; I fall to her side on the bed and then settle on my back. Throwing a leg over my chest, she doesn’t make me wait to find out what she wants next. Her hands run along my cheeks and sink into my hair as she walks on her knees, positioning herself over my mouth. My hands go to her smooth hips, holding her firmly in place. I like to see my meal before I devour it. After all, they say you eat with your eyes first, right? Delicate, soft and the most enticing shades of pink, the colour of her cunt deepens as her arousal grows, her little clit extending from its hood and begging for attention.

  She keeps a small triangle of hair on her mound, and it kills me. It’s like it’s pointing me towards the promise land in case I was lost. Knowing both where I’m looking and how I feel about it, she takes a hand from my hair and runs the tips of her fingers around the triangle’s edges. Hypnotising me and making me anticipate the moment she drops her hips, I lick my lips, more than ready for her to feed me her slick and puffy folds. At this point though, she’s tormenting herself as much as she’s tormenting me, and her hips starting to wiggle beneath her own gentle caress.

  Watching as she trails her fingers up her body, I blow warm air on her clit, the action making her stop massaging her breast to instead pluck roughly at its extended bud.

  Pulling her hips down makes her knees slide further open, both of us making pleasured animal sounds in the backs of our throats as I take my first deep lick. Flicking my tongue against her with the speed and pressure I know drives her wild; I’m lost to her taste. Piper’s fist in my hair tightens, the pull tingling across my scalp and I feel my cock kick against my abdomen. Using her hold to keep my head still, my Bubble is not shy about pushing her sex harder against my lips and tongue, only to back off, drawing her pleasure out. Her clit is hot and tight, and when I hold my tongue against it and push, I can feel a tiny flutter, so I know she’s close to coming.

  Leaving Piper to control my head, my hands move to grip her arse cheeks, grabbing hold of them and squeezing before shifting them apart. The move opens her pussy hole, and I spear my tongue inside her, firming it to mimic a cock. Piper falters, feeling the changes and adjusts her rhythm to bounce on my face, fucking herself with my tongue.

  Looking down at me, her eyes drunk with lust and need, her voice is thick as she tells me something I already know, but I love hearing anyway.

  “I’m so close, Seth, so fucking close…please, make me come.”

  I love the way Piper tells me what she needs, that her bossy nature is still evident when we fuck, but it’s so much more. It’s the way she asks me to make her come, trusts me to get her there. Returning my tongue to hammer her clit, I take a hand from her ass, and push two fingers into her, instantly curling them against her front wall. Pressing firm circles over her sweet spot, Piper starts keening, her thighs tight against my face, as her hips buck and swivel. My cock feels like one of those fucking hot stones you can cook a steak on, but as much as I’m aching to grip it in a firm stroke, it can wait. Almost as if she’s heard my thought, Piper reaches back and does just that. My deep groan rumbles through my chest and into Piper’s cunt, the added stimulation sending her over the edge.

  Despite the fact that her forgotten fist has clenched so tight with her orgasm it’s nearly strangling my dick, I don’t let up. Making her ride it out, I only remove my fingers and gentle my tongue when she takes her hand from my hair and uses it to protect her cunt from my mouth. Piper is hyper sensitive after she’s come hard, so I back off, placing a nipping kiss against her triangle and then each of her inner thighs as she settles back on my chest.

  Coming back into her body, the hand she has gripped around my cock starts to stroke me again, and she means business. My balls have been tight and ready to explode for what feels like hours, so when she twists her fist around the thick rim of my head, the resulting pull in my abdomen makes my breath catch on a hiss. Piper watches me, going purely by feel as she wanks my dick like a champ, slowly shifting her hips backwards as she does. I bite my lip, the pleasure intense, but not willing to go over until I’m inside her. Gritting my teeth, I snag a johnny from Piper’s bedside draw, before jack-knifing into a sitting position. Piper squeaks with my sudden movement, but I keep an arm across her back to keep her in place. The move however did pull my cock from her grip, both of her hands flying to my shoulders to stay upright against me. My hands work fast, ripping then rolling as my mouth lines up with Piper’s tits and takes advantage. Needing to sink inside more than I need anything else in the world, I take Piper’s mouth, kissing her passionately but quickly before telling her what I want.

  “Knees near your pillows, Bubble, spread wide, arse pushed out, hands gripped on your headboard.”

  No sooner have my husky words been said, and she’s in position. So fucking beautiful, her skin is flushed from her orgasm and as soft as silk under my hands. I need to feel her. Everywhere. Kneeling between the back of her bent legs, I press my front to her back, groaning at the simple pleasure. Kissing across her shoulders, and licking up her slim neck, I run my hands all over the front of her body. She’s warm and dewy, a combination of her lotion and the light sheen of perspiration from her orgasm. My hands leave the front of her thighs as I shift my grip to her hips, pulling them back further and pressing her arse into a deeper arch. She holds her adjusted position
as I glide my hands down her back, running them over her smooth cheeks, smacking lightly against each one and the deviant in me revels in the bounce I’m rewarded with. Slicking my fingers through her soaked pussy, I trail her wetness over my cock, and notch my deeply flushed head into her opening. Hard but slow, I push into Piper, savouring the slide and drag of our joining, intending to slow myself down while building her back up. Bollocks to that.

  It’s like this every time with Piper, my head wants to make it last, but my body demands I take her fast. This time is no different, so as I drop my sweaty forehead to her shoulder, breathing in her scent, I try to find a rhythm somewhere in between. Piper pushes back against me as I drive into her, the wet suction of her pussy and the slap of her arse against my thighs fucking with my concentration in the best way, and it drives me wild. I keep solid grip on her hip, but give her the choice where she wants my other hand.

  “Nip or clit, love? You do one; I’ll do the other, but choose fast. I want you with me.”

  “Clit, no nipple, no clit,” Piper pants, the springs of the mattress beneath out knees providing extra bounce in both our movements. “I wont need much, its still tingling from your mouth.”

  A masculine pride that can’t be explained by logic fills my chest as I lick my fingers, getting them nice and wet before rubbing light circles across her swollen bean. The action sends a ripple though Piper’s walls, the fluttering feeling incredible against my shaft. Focused entirely now on getting us both there, I tell her how beautiful she is, how sexy she looks taking my cock. I tell her in detail what I can see, what I can smell and how I wished I had another hand so I could rub a thumb against the bud of her arse. I zone out any sound that is not hers or mine. The bang of the headboard, the rustle of the linens, the wobble of her lampshade, all of it becomes insignificant background noise as Piper’s orgasm crashes through her body, drawing mine from me with jaw cracking intensity mere seconds later.

  Small tremors shudder through her body as I pull out of her on weak knees; my lips kissing across her shoulders are also helping me hold my balance. Holding the tip, I remove the condom and tie it off, dropping it into the small wicker wastebasket Piper has next to the bed. Cuddling Piper to me, we fall into a heap, and I take her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. Both of us keep our eyes open, neither one of us prepared to look away, afraid that it we do, we might miss something.

  Or worse, something might change.

  * * *

  Having cleaned Piper up, I’m now back in her bed with her nestled along my side, her head on my chest. We’ve not spoken for a while, and I’m just at the point before sleep truly pulls you under. I think Piper is already asleep, as her breathing has found a gentle cadence. I could swear that my heart is beating in time with hers. One of my arms is on top of hers, and both are across my middle. The fingers of my other hand are combing softly through her hair.

  Closing my eyes, I whisper into the dark, “I’m so sorry about today, Bubble. Please, don’t give up on me.” Emotion chokes my voice, and I’m feeling as raw as it sounds, but I know I wouldn’t have fallen asleep if the words had stayed lodged in my throat.

  I can’t be sure, but if I hadn’t known Piper was asleep, I’d think that maybe I’d felt a tear hit my chest.

  CHAPTER 13

  Piper

  Waking up curled behind Seth has me smiling and pushing up closer into him. Then the memory of last night and what happened has my smile falling. Yes, we'd kinda had it out and what he’d said convinced me that he didn't purposely create the drama at the mall. Convinced but not completely. There was still that weird heaviness in the pit of my stomach that's resting there like a baseball. I want nothing more than to believe him, I do, but I can't shake the feeling.

  My body begins to slide out of bed, when Seth rolls over and looks at me with confusion.

  "Bathroom," I whisper.

  His brows furrow, reaching for my hand as he leans over toward me. It causes me to sit back on the bed as he runs his free hand down my cheek and his lips press to mine.

  "Morning," he greets against my lips. The tenderness of his touch, the demand of his mouth, and the sincerity in his eyes all have the baseball softening.

  "Want me to make breakfast?" I ask.

  “Let’s go out,” he replies, kissing my shoulder.

  I nod and something happens inside me, to know we’re about to go out in public. It’s not the first time, but it’s also not a secluded beach at the crack of dawn. We both get dressed, not bothering to shower because we did that together sometime through the night and between our love making.

  He drives my car into town and to a secluded little diner type place, where he tells me they have the best waffles. We walk inside hand in hand to the place just thinning out from the breakfast rush it looks like, and are told to sit wherever. After looking through the menus we both order waffles and sides of bacon, along with coffee for me, tea for Seth and water to share. His fingers toy with mine as we both lean in on the table toward one another.

  “I want to talk to you about something,” he says, his eyes on our fingers.

  “Okay.”

  “I feel like this might make some things clearer to you about the relationship between Claudia and me, I mean, at least I think it might, or maybe just what kind of person she is.”

  The name of his ex instantly has my appetite wavering, but I also realize how unusual it is for him to just open up to me since he’s never done it before. So, I nod for him to continue, his eyes remaining down as I look at him. His long hair flipping outward from his black sunglasses pushed up onto the top of his head, his long dark lashes fanning his face, the way his brows crinkle in the center before he begins.

  “When we were together, you know, it was when I was at my height in popularity, with the show and the shite I was doing. She fed off that, she fucking loved it and also did insane shit to get her name in the papers. We were bad together in that sense, also trying to one up each other, and it was like a bloody game or something. When I started wanting to take my career in a serious direction, with the acting and everything, she told me I’d fail, that no one would ever see me other than how I was already. She did everything to talk me out of it, to pin me down. I look back now and realize she needed me to be in the papers because without me, no one would give a shite about what she was doing.

  Too little too late and all, but I was finally onto her and eventually stopped seeing her so much. Stopped returning calls, but she always just showed up, at my house or wherever I was. She wouldn’t take the hint. And maybe I was an arse for just not outright telling her, but I don’t know. Anyway, one night she came over, wasted and just acting like a fucking fool, so I dumped her. The next morning, she came back to the house, pleading with me, pleading that we couldn’t break up because she was pregnant.”

  I swallow the instant shock, his eyes meeting mine as he lets his words sink in.

  “I didn’t know what the fuck to believe, but she showed me pregnancy tests that were positive. I told her if we were gonna do it, the partying had to stop, that we needed to grow up, or what the bloody hell kind of parents were we gonna be? She agreed, and we both just took a chill from public life. I went out of town for something, I can’t remember what. But when I came home, she was throwing a party, I was so fucking pissed, stomped all over the place looking for her only to find her licking tequila off some chick’s tits. I grabbed her by the arm and took her into my bedroom, demanding to know what the fuck she was doing drinking while pregnant with my baby,” he pauses, making sure my eyes are with him. “She told me she wasn’t pregnant, that she never was.”

  Another wave of shock crashes over me. I understand his need to always use a condom now. Who wouldn’t have trust issues after a stunt like that?

  “Claudia is like a disease. She can’t ever control herself, so she will do everything in her power to make sure that everyone around her is just as much of a waste so she doesn’t need to do anything with her life. That’s when
I hit the bottle harder than ever, stopped trusting anyone, started believing the shit she’d always said. That I was nothing, a no one, would never be anything.”

  My hand reaches out to caress his stubbly cheek, my heart breaking for not only his confession, but finally understanding him. Understanding why he messes around and lets the press think whatever they want about him, why he doesn’t let them see his charity skate park, or let anyone know he comes from a good home with supportive parents. Because he knows those stories aren’t what the masses want.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, because I truly mean it.

  “I’m not lying when I say I never want her back in my life.”

  I move closer, giving him a soft kiss just before our food comes.

  We part after breakfast. I need to check in at the office and my other clients, along with Sawyer. I could easily check my emails at home, but I prefer to go into the office where all my work-related stuff is. I also like that I get to shoot the shit with any of my girls that might be in the office, too. Given how busy we all are, our GNO’s been few and far between lately, and I make a mental note to throw some dates out in the hope that we can get together again soon. Seth told me he's heading home and will call me tonight. I feel better since spending the morning together. An ease of sorts, that has me heading to the ESM building feeling happy and optimistic.

  As soon as I log into my work email, I see I have several messages from my client Izzy Beth, a blogger/vlogger who does fashion and make up tutorials. She’s younger than me, and I remember when we first met over a year ago, that it was one of those things where it felt like we’d known each other for years. She’s not someone I talk to everyday, but we’re cool and often check-in on one another with a message here or there.

  From the emails, she tells me a celebrity who has her own make-up line disliked Izzy's review and over the last few days there's been mean comments and tweets, demands of reporting if not taken off Izzy's website and bashing of Izzy via social media. The need for me is there in the tone as the emails progress, although she keeps repeatedly ending the emails that I should just get back to her whenever. Immediately I Skype Izzy and when she sees me, her eyes water and I can literally see relief wash over her. We chat and she basically tells me what the emails already said. She's worried about legal action being taken or something serious, and although I remind her of her first amendment right to freedom of speech, she's worried about her reputation. I decide to fly out to Santa Barbara and see her since my words alone aren’t comforting her in the slightest.