"You shouldn't."
"Too bad." I move closer. "This will blow over with Mal."
"But that won't change him putting our parents' wishes first. As long as I live in their house and take their money for school, I have to cow to their bullshit. It's not that I can't pretend to be happy for them for a few hours. I can. But..."
"You shouldn't have to."
She nods. "I hate this."
I slide my arms around her and pull her into my lap.
She purrs as I run my hands through her hair.
Still, she keeps her voice even. "In the grand scheme of things, I have a sweet deal. As long as I ignore my feelings enough to deal with my parents a few days a year, I get to skip student loans. I get to live three blocks from the beach rent free." She slides her hands under my leather jacket. She drags her fingers up my chest, over my shirt. "I should be grateful."
"Money doesn't make parental apathy hurt any less."
She nods. "It's still a great deal. I'm being immature. Short-sighted. Selfish."
"You're not."
"Everyone treats me like a child. Maybe they're right."
"Piper." I cup her cheek. "They're not."
"But you..." She looks up at me. Her blue eyes fill with this mix of affection and confusion. "You don't think I'm immature?"
"Stubborn, yeah. Innocent, definitely. But not immature."
"I'm not innocent."
I shake my head.
"Maybe a little." She drags her fingers up my chest until they're on my bare skin.
"A lot."
"Do you like that?"
Yes. I nod.
"I think about you..." She undoes my top button. "I think about you teaching me when I touch myself." Her voice gets low, breathy. "Almost every night."
Fuck. I want to see that. Hear it. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
"Do you?" she asks. "Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"
"All the fucking time."
She tries to straddle me, but there isn't enough space on the windowsill.
In her fumbling, her crotch presses against mine. She sighs with pleasure as she rubs against my erection.
Her blush spreads to her chest. "When did you last have intercourse?"
She's calling it intercourse.
Fuck, she's really that innocent.
This is not helping me push my cock out of the driver's seat.
I take a step backwards. "November."
"Do you remember it?"
"Vaguely."
"You were too high?"
"Yeah."
Her voice gets low, soft. "You have so much pain in your eyes."
"Yeah."
She moves close enough to press her palm to my chest. "And you keep it all here." She looks up at me. "Isn't that lonely?"
I nod.
"How do you deal?"
"Used to be drugs."
"And now?"
"Still haven't figured it out."
Her voice gets soft. Sweet. "You know I'm always here. Even if we don't... if we only stay friends. You shouldn't be alone with all that."
"You either."
She nods and takes a step backwards. "I, um, I'm getting hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
I nod and lead her to the kitchen.
Piper wraps her hand around the fridge's handle and pulls it open. Her hips rock as she shifts her weight to the balls of her feet.
She's still flushed.
Still nervous.
Still fucking irresistible.
Her dress hugs her chest and waist in a way that begs for my hands.
I need a minute to think. I motion to the stairs. "I'm going to change. You okay in that dress?"
She turns to give me a long once-over. Her expression screams I'd be more okay out of this dress.
Still, she nods. "It's comfortable. Stretchy."
"Help yourself to whatever."
"Sure." She leans forward, pushing her ass in the air, to grab something deep in the fridge. "You actually have food. I'm impressed."
And I'm hard. "Been home three weeks now. Gotta eat." I have to drag myself up the stairs.
This is the first time, since I got clean, that I've actually thought about fucking a woman here.
Not any woman.
Piper.
I close the door to my bedroom. That does nothing to keep her out of my thoughts.
This is a nice room— clean hardwood floors, sleek grey walls, huge windows with a view of the Hollywood Hills. The only things in it are my bed and my dresser.
And that leather armchair in the corner.
I press my eyelids together and try to clear my head. It doesn't work. I think of pinning Piper to the wall. Of her under me, on my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. Of planting in that chair and pulling her onto my lap.
There's a sound downstairs. A pan sizzling. She's making something.
Right now, I want to hold her more than I want to make her come. I've never felt that way before.
Don't have a clue how to deal with it.
"Kit." Her voice flows into my room. "Dinner's nothing special but it's ready."
I shake off the tension forming in my shoulders and make my way downstairs.
Piper is at the kitchen counter with two plates of pasta in red sauce. She smiles at me. "You got frozen broccoli. I'm proud." She picks up a floret and pops it in her mouth. Then she's sucking the sauce from her fingers. "Took you that long to put on jeans and a t-shirt?"
I nod.
"You still ended up black on black." She picks up a floret and offers it to me. "That is best for red sauce."
I take the broccoli and chew. Then I'm licking sauce off my fingers.
And she's watching with rapt attention.
The way she smiles and motions for me to sit and eat makes it hard to care about anything that happens outside this room.
I can live with being out of the band.
I can live with Mal and Ethan never speaking to me again.
But I'm not sure I can live with the possibility of breaking her heart.
Piper laughs. "You have to eat too." She shifts out of her seat, scoops sauce onto her finger, and brings it to my lips.
I lick the marinara off her finger.
Then I'm sucking on her soft skin.
And she's staring into my eyes with this delicious mix of desire and affection.
Her cheeks flush as she pulls her hand back. "Kit, I... I decided. I want to be with you. You make me laugh, and you help me when I need it, and you're hot, and caring, and a really good listener. You're exactly the kind of person I want to be with. If you've changed your mind, fine, I can live with that. But..." She moves closer. "I want to be with you tonight."
I hold her gaze.
She looks up at me. "I want you to be my first."
Chapter 19
Piper
Kit's dark eyes fill with desire.
His shoulders soften.
He leans closer.
But he doesn't say anything.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Nerves threaten to overwhelm the desire in my body.
"Fuck." His hands go to my waist. He pulls my body into his.
My hips press against his.
I rise to my tip toes.
He leans down to kiss me.
Then his lips are on mine. God, his lips are soft. Heat spreads down my torso, collecting between my legs.
I reach up to tug at his hair, to hold his head against mine.
My lips part.
His tongue slides into my mouth.
His fingers dig into my hips, pressing the slinky fabric of my dress into my skin.
I groan into his mouth as he places his palm against my ass. Even through the thick fabric, I can feel the heat of his hand.
Kit shifts, pinning me to the kitchen counter. His crotch rubs against mine.
He's hard.
The friction of his jeans against my dress is divine.
But I need these clothes gone.
Now.
The metal balls of his piercing rub against my tongue. The smooth feel of it sends a spark of desire straight to my core.
I don't exhale fully until the kiss breaks.
Kit is staring into my eyes.
I run my fingers through his hair. "Is that a yes?"
He nods. "It's been a while." His voice gets soft, caring. "Might get carried away."
"Okay."
"Not okay." He presses his palm against my ass, pulling my body into his. "Stop me if it's too much."
"How would I know?"
"You'll know." He leans in close enough to whisper. "Fuck, I want to be inside you."
The edge of need in his voice makes my sex clench. I've been thinking about him, about this, nonstop.
"But not until you come." He finds my dress's side zipper and pulls it down.
Then he's pushing my straps off my shoulders.
His eyes go wide as pushes my dress to my waist. He cups my breasts, over my bra.
The simple touch is enough to undo me.
If his hands feel that good over my clothes, I'm not sure how I'm going to survive actually having sex with him.
Kit's eyes lock with mine.
It's scary how much he sees into my heart. It's like he can see my nerves, my inexperience, the what if I'm bad at this voice nagging at me.
He reaches around to unhook my bra. "You trust me?"
I nod. I really do.
"I'll lead. All you have to do is breathe and feel."
His deep voice calms me. I trust Kit to lead me through this.
I trust him with my heart.
His eyes go wide as he peels my bra off.
The way he's staring makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.
Kit cups my breast. Slowly, he rubs my nipple with his thumb. Then it's harder. Faster.
I have to close my eyes.
It feels too good.
He grinds his hips against mine. Even with the fabric in the way, I can feel his cock against my clit. I love the feel of it.
I love knowing he's hard because he's touching me.
He moves on to his index finger. Then the middle. The ring. The pinkie.
Each of his fingers is calloused in a different way. Each is divine.
I tug at his t-shirt.
I lean back against the counter.
"Kit." I dig my fingers into the soft fabric. "Fuck."
In response, his touch hardens. He brings my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. It's a soft pinch, but that's enough to make me gasp.
With every brush of his fingers, my anxieties slip further away. The rest of the world slips further away. Until all that matters is Kit's hands on my body.
He leans down to press his lips to mine. I kiss him hard. My tongue dances with his. My chest heaves against his hands.
He scoops me into his arms and lifts me onto the counter. Then his lips are on my cheek.
My neck.
My collarbone.
He plants a soft kiss on my skin. He drags his lips up my neck, to my ears. Then he's sucking on my earlobe.
Soft.
Then hard.
I let out another needy groan. I'm hot everywhere.
I'm wound up enough I'm close.
He's not even touching me yet.
How am I going to survive him fucking me?
He drags his lips down my neck, over my chest. Then his mouth closes on my nipple and I don't care about surviving.
His mouth is soft and warm. The pressure of him sucking on my nipples sends waves of pleasure to my core.
I shudder as the soft, flat part of his tongue flicks against me.
Then it's the metal ball of his piercing.
"Kit." I wrap my legs around his hips. I need his body closer. I need to feel his hardness.
He torments me with his tongue. I shift my hips but I can't quite make contact. I drag my hand down his torso and under his t-shirt.
I press my palm against his firm stomach.
He shudders as I slide my hand over the waist of his jeans.
He groans against my skin as I cup him over his jeans.
He's hard.
For me.
I don't care that I haven't got a clue how to touch him. I only know that I need to touch him.
I unbutton Kit's jeans.
He groans but he pulls my hand away. "Not until I watch you come."
God yes.
He looks up at me as he torments my other nipple. I press my thighs against his hips. I tug at his t-shirt. Nothing helps contain the desire racing through me.
He sucks on my earlobe as he drags his fingertips up my thigh.
I look into his eyes. "Please."
He groans as he presses his palm against me, over my panties. "Lift your hips."
I do.
He pulls my panties to my knees.
They fall off my feet and land on the tile floor.
"I want to watch you come, Piper." He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it aside. "Spread your legs."
I do.
I'm sitting on the counter in Kit's apartment, my legs spread for his viewing pleasure.
And, for the first time in a long time, I'm certain I'm exactly where I want to be.
His eyes fill with desire as he takes a long look at me.
It makes me hotter, needier.
His fingertips brush against my clit. The first touch is soft. Almost imperceptible.
The next is harder.
Harder.
Perfect.
"Don't stop," I groan. I try to hold his gaze, but between the desire in his dark eyes and the pleasure building in my core, it's too much to take.
I let my lids close.
I plant my hands behind my back to keep me upright.
Kit strokes me. He goes slow at first. Then faster.
"There." I squeeze the counter but I can't get a grip. Fuck, that feels good. I'm already close.
He strokes me with just the right pressure and speed. Heat spreads out through my torso, to my chest, my cheeks, my thighs.
Pleasure builds in my core.
Almost.
Almost—
With the next brush of his hands, I come. My orgasm is intense. My sex pulses. My nipples tighten.
I groan. I squeeze my thighs together. I tug at the counter.
"Fucking beautiful." He sucks on my earlobe. He drags his lips over my neck, groaning against my skin.
I bring my hands to his hair and pull him into a kiss. Every part of my body is awake and every part of it is screaming Kit.
He tastes good.
He groans into my mouth.
He needs this as much as I do.
Kit pulls back. He tugs his t-shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
I push off the counter. "Not here. On the couch or in the bed."
He nods, scoops me into his arms, and carries me to the couch.
Thank god.
The bed is too far away.
Kit pulls a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, then he pushes the garment off his hips.
And that's him.
All of him.
Completely naked.
I fucking love that he goes commando.
He plants his body next to mine. It's a tight fit on the couch, but that only brings his body closer.
Only makes this feel more intimate.
He presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard. His hand slides between my legs. Then he's teasing my sex with one finger.
I groan into his mouth as he slides his finger inside me.
He pushes his finger deeper. Then he's moving it faster.
Then he's teasing me with two fingers.
Filling me with two fingers.
Then three.
Fuck, that's a lot of pressure.
Kit's eyes are glued to mine. He watches me, gauging my reactions. His movements are careful, deliberate.
Slowly, the hurt fades. It feels good. Full but good.
He leans down to suck on my nipple. The movements of his tongue send waves of pleasure to my core. His hand moves faster. Harder. Until he's fucking me with his fingers.
It still hurts.
But it's a good hurt.
I sink into the couch, soaking in the feeling of his hands on my body.
I need more.
I need him inside me.
I spread my legs wider. "Please."
He lets out a low groan as he positions himself between my legs and rolls the condom onto his hard cock.
God, he really is big.
Bigger than three fingers.
He slides his hands around my hips, holding me steady. His eyes fix on mine as he brings our bodies together.
His tip strains against me.
Those damn nerves threaten to take over. I clench up. I dig my nails into my thighs.
His voice is patient. "I've got you."
He drags his hand up my torso to play with my nipples. My eyelids press together. I get lost in the feeling of his calloused fingers on my body. Every brush, every tease, every stroke sends desire straight to my core.
Slowly, I relax.
My legs spread of their own accord.
One inch at a time, he shifts inside me.
Fuck, that's a lot of pressure.
I remind myself to breathe.
Our bodies stay locked together, me sinking into the couch, him on top of me.
Slowly, he shifts deeper.
I let out a sharp exhale.
"Look me in the eyes." Kit's voice is deep and commanding.
I do.
God, the desire in his eyes.
The care in his expression.
I nod keep going.
I hold his gaze as he shifts deeper.
It's a lot of pressure. It hurts. But the feeling of being full, of knowing that's Kit inside me— that outweighs the pain.
Kit plants his hands around my shoulders and brings his body closer. I can feel the weight of him, the warmth of him. I wrap my arms around his back.
And I let go.
He thrusts into me. Slowly at first. Then harder. Bit by bit, the pain slips away.
Until I only feel full.
I only feel good.
I feel like the universe is exactly where it should be.
One of my hands goes to his hair. God, I love the feel of his thick hair in my hands.
I don't have to pull him this time. He leans in to kiss me.
His tongue dances with mine.
His cock drives deep inside me.
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