by James, Marie
Emboldened by his praise, I reach up and pull down the cup of my bra. Dalton just stares. He doesn’t open his mouth to speak or swipe his tongue at my nipple that’s beading to the point of pain at his perusal.
He. Just. Stares.
Heat fills my cheeks, making my embarrassment clear to anyone who might see me, but when I apologize and move to pull my clothes back up, he grips my hand, preventing me from doing it.
“Don’t,” he whispers, and the tone is reverent and grateful. “Let me look at you.”
My mouth turns into a desert as my breaths rush out in uneven puffs.
“Show them both to me.”
My hands tremble as I pull down the other side of my bra, and we both watch as the second nipple furls to match the first.
“This is the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is a whisper, but it seeps into me like warmth on a cold winter’s day. He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with some unknown emotion. “C-can I touch them?”
“Please,” I beg.
And when he does, when he reaches both hands up and palms each of my breasts, I’m certain I’ve never felt anything more powerful in my life.
“Jesus,” he grunts, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks before pinching them lightly between two fingers. “You’re amazing. These… God… I’m a lucky bastard.”
His eyes find mine once more, and they’re filled with an unspoken pleading, and all I can do is nod my agreement. I don’t know what he’s asking, but I’m willing to let him do just about anything at this point.
My dreams are fulfilled when he lowers his head, licking at one nipple and then the other.
And I was wrong about his touch being the most powerful thing because his mouth on my sensitive flesh outranks it by leaps and bounds.
“Dalton,” I moan when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out with the action.
“Feel good?” he asks as he turns his head to lavish the same attention on my other breast.
“So good. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He keeps his mouth on me until my hips are working against his of their own volition. He keeps kneading, sucking, and nipping at my breasts, grunting his own pleasure when I press my core against him, looking for relief.
Something akin to a howl spews from my throat when the combination of everything takes me over the edge. His mouth slows as my orgasm ebbs, and even though I’m satiated with all of it, I still bury my face in his throat, embarrassed by what just happened. The orgasm was so powerful my head throbs with each pulse, making my eyes scrunch from the radiating pain.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says as he urges my head back.
His lips are red and puffy, and it makes his mouth that much more delectable. I kiss him because I just have to, and he kisses me back with the same needy fervor. The headache fades away as my heart rate evens out, and I’m grateful for it.
“You came,” he mumbles against my mouth as his lips turn up in a smile.
“Sorry.”
His smile grows even wider. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that. It thrills me that I was able to help.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “But you need to get back over there.”
He motions to the driver’s seat, but I’m not interested in that suggestion. He’s still thick and hard under me, and that’s an issue I want to resolve. He brought me pleasure, now it’s his turn.
“That doesn’t interest me at all,” I tell him as I reach for the button on his jeans.
“Piper.” He swallows, and I can tell he’s pained by what he’s going to say next. “Two cars pulled up while we were umm… while you were… there are more people in the park now.”
“What?” I hiss, rubbing my hand over the fogged-up window. Sure enough, there are not two cars like he thought, but a handful lined up in the parking lot beside us. “Do you think they saw?”
I scramble into the driver’s seat, managing it much faster than the crawl into his lap.
He chuckles, and I watch as he adjusts his erection in his jeans. “I think the windows were fogged up enough, but anyone could guess what was going on.”
My hands tremble as I push my hair out of my face.
“Calm down,” he says, grabbing my hands and pulling them to his lips. “They didn’t see anything.”
“But it could be people who recognize this car. What if they tell my dad?”
“I don’t think anyone would bat an eye at knowing a high school senior is making out with her boyfriend at the park.”
There are so many angles I could approach that statement, but it’s the word boyfriend that stops me in my tracks.
“Boyfriend?”
He grins. “I better be your boyfriend. If not, I’d feel used. I don’t just go around making random girls c—”
I squeal, cupping my hands over his lips.
“Let’s never talk about that again.”
“Really?” His eyebrows rise as he mumbles behind my hands. “The sounds you made. The way you arched into my mouth—”
“Enough!” My smile is wide, and I feel his lips turn up under my hands.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he says as he draws my hands away from his face with his own. “Now, we better get home before your dad sends out a search team.”
The sun is beginning to set, which means we’ve been at the park for hours, and yet it seems like our time is over in the blink of an eye.
“What about your…” I indicate his still straining erection.
“I’ll deal with that later.”
He gives me the side-eye when I open my mouth to make a few suggestions.
The drive home is happy, but I can feel how tense he is. I’ve heard stories of how guys peer pressure their girlfriends into doing stuff. Most guys wouldn’t be worried about my parents, only able to focus on their own needs, but Dalton is different. It’s just one more thing to add to the plus column.
“Why don’t you video call me in thirty minutes?” I whisper against his lips when he kisses me in my driveway a few minutes later.
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Wait to deal with your problem until then.”
His eyes spark. “What do you have in mind?”
“Just wait, and you’ll find out.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “Thirty minutes, got it.”
He presses one last kiss to my lips before standing in my driveway until I make it safely inside.
My dad is waiting near the door with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.
“Was that Dalton Payne you were kissing in the driveway?”
My heart races, pounding in my chest. I’ve had the sex talk with my parents, albeit very formal and anatomically correct seeing as they’re both in the medical field, but I’ve never had a boy talk with either of them.
“Yeah,” I answer awkwardly, hoping this conversation doesn’t last past the thirty minutes I told Dalton to wait.
“I don’t think you should hang around that boy,” he says evenly. This is Dad, though, even when he’s angry or frustrated, he’s calm and collected.
“Dad,” I groan. “He’s a nice guy.”
“He’s the reason you got in that wreck.” I open my mouth to tell him the truth, but he snaps his hand up. “You’re almost eighteen, Piper, and I know I can’t control your life, but I think you should think about the consequences of spending time with him. Give it some thought, and I know you’ll come to the right decision.”
He walks away without another word, leaving me standing there torn between the guy I’m most likely falling for and the disappointment my parents will feel if I date him.
The decision is easy.
Too bad my dad thinks I’ll be on his side after the coin toss he just sent my way.
I rush up the stairs, anxious for that video chat with Dalton.
Chapter 31
Dalton
I don’t know where everyone is that lives
here, but I don’t see a single person on my rush up the stairs. I lock my bedroom door before rushing to my bathroom. My mind is racing with ideas of what Piper has in mind, but I’m still gross from being in that stupid costume, so I rush through a shower, doing everything in my power to ignore the persistent boner hanging between my thighs.
Like I’m preparing for a first date with the prettiest girl in class, I can’t decide what to wear after I get out of the shower. I don’t want to be presumptuous about her intent, but I leave my shirt off to tempt her, tugging basketball shorts up my legs before falling on the bed.
I test the camera angle, making sure I look okay before video dialing Piper.
Her cheeks are flushed, hair still wet from her own shower when she answers.
“Hey,” she says before her perfect teeth dig into the lip I had the privilege of nibbling on earlier.
“Hey, yourself,” I respond.
A few moments of silence pass as we just stare at each other.
“So, umm…” She grins wide. “That was fun in the car earlier.”
“I enjoyed myself.” If I concentrate hard enough, I bet I can still feel the soft texture of her nipples against my tongue.
And that’s all it takes for me to go from half-mast to fully erect.
I shift my hips, holding the phone with one hand while resting the other on my dick in a bid to make it calm down.
“It felt really good,” she confesses, but she must be embarrassed to be talking about it because she isn’t looking directly into the camera anymore. “I want you to feel good, too.”
“Yeah?” My heart is racing. “How do we make that happen?”
“I thought…” She swallows so hard, I can see her throat working on camera. “Maybe you can touch yourself.”
“And you watch me?” My cock jerks, loving the idea already.
“And I could maybe touch myself.”
If she keeps talking like this, I won’t even have to have skin on skin contact with my dick. I’m already leaking from the tip at the sight of her fresh face and the bare skin visible from her tank top.
“Is that a dumb idea?” she asks when I take too long to answer her.
“No,” I snap. “That’s an amazing idea.”
“Can I umm, can I see you while you do it?”
I know what she’s asking, but I act like I don’t. “You can see me now, right?”
I grin just for her.
“I mean your... umm… never mind. This is fine.”
“Oh, do you mean this?” I angle the camera down, letting the video pick up the trail of my abs down my happy trail until it skates over my basketball shorts. My erection is evident on my end, but I don’t know if it’s decipherable on video.
She gasps, and that answers that question.
“What about you?” I ask, turning the camera back to my face. “Do I get to see you, too?”
“If you want.”
“Oh, baby. I want that so much.” I look around my bed, wanting both hands for this, before spotting an extra pillow. I prop the phone against it, adjusting it slightly so she can get a full view of my face, torso, and the straining member below the waist.
“Wow,” she whispers. “Great camera angle. Hold on.”
The camera on her end goes wonky, but before long, she’s done the same, propping it up, so I have an incredible angle of her body.
“Stop,” I tell her when she lifts her hips to pull her shorts off. “Just dip your fingers into your shorts. The first time I see you completely naked, I want it to be in person.”
“Okay,” she pants. “Do we start now?”
“You’re running this show, Piper. You tell me what to do.”
“Is this awkward for you?” Her brow furrows. “I don’t know that I can tell you what to do. How about you tell me?”
Jesus, this girl is going to be the death of me.
“Slip your left hand under your waistband,” I begin. “Pull your tank top up and play with your nipple with your other hand.”
“Will you touch yourself, too?” she asks as her hands move to obey my commands.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” she moans, and it sends a rush of cold chills over my entire body. “I want to see it.”
Without preamble, I lift my hips and shove my shorts down to my knees. My cock springs free, celebrating the cool air with the anticipation of being touched.
“Fast or slow?” she asks, breathlessly.
“Do whatever feels good.” I choose slow for myself because there’s no way I can make this last, and I want to prolong it as much as possible.
“It all feels good,” she whispers, “but my hand doesn’t feel as good as your mouth did.”
The mention of what happened in her car while I’m touching myself sends a bolt of electricity up my spine.
“I can’t wait to taste you again. To put my mouth exactly where those fingers are exploring right now.”
She shudders with my dirty words, but I’m being completely honest. I want to taste every inch of her body. I want to spend hours, days, months even finding out exactly what she likes and then giving it to her at every possible opportunity.
“I w-want that, too, Dalton.”
“I want to spread you open with my fingers and find every secret you’ve been hiding under your clothes. I want to spend a lifetime worshipping your body and making you mine.”
“Dalton,” she moans.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I grunt. “Jesus, Piper.”
She whimpers, and the tiny sound coming from her own pleasure sends me over the edge. Rope after rope of cum spurts onto my heaving chest, and I look back at the camera just in time to see her stomach contract with the convulsions of her own orgasm.
She moans with pleasure before hissing with pain.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when her brow scrunches up.
Her right hand moves from her breast to push against her temple.
“Headache,” she answers after a long moment. “I don’t think I drank enough water today. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? I can come over and—”
“I’ll be fine,” she reassures me, but it takes her a long moment before she realizes her breasts are still on display. Not that I’m complaining, but I recall how quickly she clammed up in the car, so I know her head must be hurting pretty bad if she hasn’t pulled her tank down yet.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dalton.” She gives me a weak smile. “I had a lot of fun today.”
“I did, too. You should come over a little earlier tomorrow so I can kiss you before you start helping Peyton.”
“Maybe, I will.” She winks at me before ending the call.
***
Piper came over early this morning just like I’d hoped she would. We made out like two people who hadn’t seen each other in years, even though it was less than twelve hours.
I couldn’t convince her to not tutor today, however. I begged and promised all sorts of delicious rewards if she cut the tutoring short, but since Peyton’s test is on Friday, Piper refused, saying that she needed these last couple of days to get ready.
I waited all damn day to get her alone, and I think she knew I was waiting not so patiently because they studied an hour longer than normal, only leaving us two hours to hang out before my parents were due home.
But, I’m an optimistic guy because a ton can get accomplished in two hours.
“Where are you going?” I ask Piper when I walk into the kitchen to find her loading her backpack up. “Were you just going to leave?”
Her cheeks redden.
“What’s this about?” I press my finger to her heated face.
“What we did last night was crazy,” she whispers, her head hung low.
“Do you regret it?”
“No, but—”
I halt her words by stepping in closer to her.
“You were fine this morning when you got here. Where’s this coming from now?”
She holds up her phone, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Frustrated with spending the day alone while Piper tutored my sister, I got revenge by sending her a line of texts describing in nauseating detail what I wanted to do to her after she was done.
She never responded back, but clearly, she read them.
“We don’t have to do any of that stuff if you don’t want to,” I assure her.
Most of the things I sent were way over the top and an attempt to get her up to my room even if it was to tell me to stop, but she never showed up.
She doesn’t answer me, and it makes me curious. “Unless there’s something on the list that interests you?”
Her face is flaming by now, but I take a step back, giving her some space because she isn’t smiling.
“Piper?”
Once her notebooks and pens are shoved in her backpack, she looks up at me.
“Is this just sex and messing around? If it is, let me know. I’m not saying I’ll be completely turned off by the idea, but I need to know where it’s heading. I don’t want to get hurt.”
The words come out in a rush with barely a breath in the middle.
“No,” I answer honestly. “We can slow things way down. I don’t want you to think that’s all I’m after because it isn’t.”
“Your lips are on mine before I can even speak, recently. The car in the park. Last night on video.” She shakes her. “I feel like that’s all there is to us. You said I was your girlfriend, but—”
I press my fingers to her lips, hating that she’s always going to second guess my motives. I don’t remind her that she instigated the call last night, knowing that it wouldn’t be beneficial to either of us.
“Then we take sex off the table. Let’s just hang out. Watch a movie or something.”
“And that won’t make you mad?”
My head snaps back. “No, of course not. Why would I be mad that I get to spend time with the prettiest girl I’ve ever met?”
She grins now and allows me to lead her into the living room. She holds my hand on the couch, and we make it halfway through the first Harry Potter movie before my parents get home.
Chapter 32
Piper
I woke up this morning with a migraine that even maximum-strength headache medicine couldn’t get rid of.