by BJ Wane
Picking up a sketch, Ian let out a low whistle. “I wouldn’t mind seeing this number in red satin on a certain brunette. Wonder what she does with the drawings.”
“I wonder where the hell she is. Let’s check down the hall before we go upstairs.” Brody led the way, both of them still being cautious even though it didn’t look like there was anyone there. The first door on the left was a bathroom, the second door answered the question about the sketches. Grinning, Brody fingered the white lace teddy displayed on one of three torsos. “I’d rather see this on Piper,” he said before taking in the chaos of the rest of the room. Material of every shade and texture lay strewn or piled, two sewing machines sat in front of a wide window overlooking a well-tended small lawn and the woods beyond and shipping boxes, some packaged and sealed and others empty were stacked along one wall. A desk and computer sat in the great room and he wondered if she did a mail order business.
“No offense to you or the girl, but I don’t remember her being the type to wear something like that.” Ian’s memory was vague and his acquaintance with Piper after Sandoval’s shooting had been brief and tense, but he did recall an attractive face dominated by expressive, black lashed green eyes and a short, decidedly round body.
To counter Ian’s remark, Brody would have to reveal he had intimate knowledge of Piper’s lush body, and while he was well aware some men wouldn’t find her sexy dressed in the teddy, he sure as hell would. Of course the soft spot he had developed for her might have something to do with his opinion. “Let’s finish this and start looking for clues outside.”
The last room was a guest bedroom so they returned to the great room and were headed to the stairs when a soft, distressed moan carried down from the loft. Heart in his throat, Brody raced up with Ian on his heels. The upper level was an open loft and they spotted the bed against the far wall and the body in it as soon as they reached the top.
“Piper?” Brody moved cautiously towards the bed, his eyes on the small figure buried under a light blue sheet. The only part of her visible was one slender, well-toned leg and the back of her black, curly haired head. The closer he got, the more he thought the woman in the bed couldn’t be Piper. Even though most of her was covered, the light cotton sheet couldn’t disguise the small, slender body under it, a body that couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds. As another moan escaped the woman in the bed and she restlessly turned over, the sheet slipped down to her waist and both men gaped at the lush sight of full breasts that looked sexy as hell encased in plain white cotton. Make that a hundred and five, Brody thought as his gaze moved up to stare in surprise at the face of the only woman he hadn’t been able to put out of his mind after sex.
Piper’s body was on fire, her nipples pulsed achingly, her pussy felt swollen and so empty, the need to be filled, stroked, fucked over and over a throbbing litany encompassing her whole body. She had dreams before where she awoke aroused, aching to be fucked, but nothing like this, and never had she been unable to wake when her arousal was beating so strongly. Deep male voices caught her attention, momentarily diverting her misery away from the pain of unfulfilled lust. She struggled to open her eyes even as one hand cupped her pussy in an attempt to ease the ache. Concerned grey eyes looked down at her out of a face she had dreamed of often.
“I should’ve known you’d show up,” she muttered. Didn’t he always put in an appearance in her dreams and then leave her aroused and unsated? “Damn it, not this time, Brody. This time I hurt too bad.”
Brody grabbed Piper’s hands as she reached for him, the way her green irises were almost completely covered by the dilation of her black pupils giving him cause to worry. “Piper, darlin’, wake up.” He tried giving her a small shake, but she managed to pull her right hand free of his grip and hastily cupped her palm between her legs again, her struggles having dislodged the sheet completely, leaving her slim body clad in nothing but a plain white bra and panties bare to them.
“Damn, you, Brody,” Piper swore in frustration. “You’re supposed to want me in my dreams. Quit being difficult and fuck me already.”
“She’s out of it,” Ian stated quietly from where he stood on the other side of the bed.
“No shit. The girl I remember never would have done drugs, but it’s obvious she’s on something.”
“I don’t think it’s drugs, though,” Ian said when Piper slipped her hand inside her panties with a whimper, her hips thrusting up against her palm.
Brody wanted to pull her to him, force her to wake up and explain what was going on, but by the desperate way she was touching herself, the stiffness of her nipples that was glaringly obvious even through her bra, as was the dampness of her panties and the glazed, unfocused look in her eyes, she was in the throes of a powerful aphrodisiac.
“What the hell’s going on?” Brody asked Ian roughly as both men tried to keep their own lust under control. Despite the shock of finding her here and in such a state, Brody was struggling with the physical changes five years had made. The soft roundness of her thighs and waist was gone, replaced with well-toned muscles, making her legs look longer than possible for her five foot three height and her waist small enough he was tempted to see if he could span it with his hands. In contrast, her breasts were full, definitely soft and right now, her nipples were threatening to bore holes through her bra they were so stiff.
“The sheriff said he checked here twice yesterday and there was no sign of her, and once again this morning,” Ian said. “She had to have returned in the last five hours.”
“Or was returned.”
“Brody, please,” Piper begged. She couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t touching her, why he wasn’t relieving this painful arousal she was sure he was responsible for. In every other dream she had where he was involved, he always wanted her as much as she did him, always gave her everything she wanted, everything she had craved for the past five years. “Why aren’t you helping me?”
“You’re going to have to do something.”
Brody glared at Ian across the bed. “I am not fucking a woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing,” he stated harshly despite the raging hard on pressing painfully against his zipper.
“Then don’t, but give her some relief so she can sleep the rest off.” Ian strode from the loft, his own cock demanding a release he too refused to give in to under the circumstances.
He was right, Brody thought with no pleasure. Piper was suffering, the effects of whatever she had been given more painful than pleasurable at this point and he couldn’t let her suffer for who knew how long until it wore off.
“Yes,” Piper moaned when Brody freed her aching breasts from her bra, the rush of cool air over her heated skin a soothing balm for about two seconds before the desperate ache returned.
“Easy, darlin’,” he crooned as she lifted her hips jerkily for him to divest her of her panties. “Ah, fuck, what have you gone and done?” The sight of the bare flesh of her labia had him sweating bullets, his cock demanding its own release and his anger building. Did she shave her pubic hair or did whoever is responsible for her disappearance and current state do it?
Finally, Piper thought when Brody’s mouth closed over her right nipple as his fingers worked to ease the ache in her left. He never took so long to get her off in her dreams before, then again her arousal had never been so high, her ache for release never so acute and the pain of waiting so hurtful. His lips suckling her nipple only seemed to add fuel to the fire already raging out of control in her body, especially in her pussy where her clit felt hot and swollen. Moaning, she struggled to get closer to him, her hips jerking against his denim covered thigh, making her pause a moment to wonder why he was dressed, before her need for an orgasm once again took precedence. Clutching his shoulders, she turned into him, loving the feel of his hard body against hers even though she felt cloth instead of bare skin. With her skin itching for release, her body hot and her mind clouded to everything except the need to fuck, she reached between them to
palm his cock over rough denim.
“Fuck!” Brody exclaimed, the feel of that small hand squeezing him threatening to toss his good intentions out the window.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” Piper demanded. “Fuck me, Brody, now.” Her voice ended in desperation as she ground her hips against his.
Brody slapped her ass hard then realized his mistake when she simply groaned and rubbed against him harder.
“More,” Piper demanded, the sting from that slap feeling real, the pain just as pleasurable and awesome as she remembered feeling from that night so long ago.
Remembering too late how she had responded the last time he had swatted her ass, Brody quickly insinuated his hand between them, his fingers sliding smoothly between those plump, smooth folds to encounter heated, wet flesh tightening around him. The faster he got her off a few times, the faster she’ll fall asleep, he hoped as he used his teeth on her nipple. The first glide of his thumb over her clit set her off, had her screaming and writhing against him making it damn hard to keep his mouth and fingers where they needed to be.
The force of her climax shook her as it simply exploded without any build up or warning, the heated pleasure sweeping her from head to toe as she rode through it for what seemed like hours only to still feel the pulsating ache of arousal when it finally abated. “Oh, God, Brody, help me,” she pleaded dazedly, the dousing pleasure of her climax having done nothing to lessen the fire consuming her.
Cursing whoever did this to her, Brody pushed her onto her back, grabbed her hands and placed them on her breasts then moved down between her thighs. He tried to slow her down, tried to soothe her with soft kisses and strokes of his tongue over the saturated flesh of her folds, giving her time to let the first climax work to ease her pain, but she wasn’t having any of it. Pushing against his face, she practically shoved her pussy into his mouth, her constant pleas and whimpers never abating. Using his thumbs, he spread her folds and dove in with lips, tongue and teeth. Once again, as soon as he latched onto her clit and suckled that swollen bud, she was thrashing against him in orgasm, this time filling his mouth instead of coating his fingers with her come. For his safety, he had to grab hold of her buttocks to still her hips so he could work at bringing her as much pleasure as possible.
If the pain of these climaxes wasn’t so powerful, Piper thought this would be the best dream she had of Brody in five years. It was almost, but not quite, as good as the real thing. Another climax was ripped from her, the ecstasy so bright not even her fingers pinching her nipples to the point of pain could dim it, yet, once again, when the tremors lessened and the pleasure eased, she was still consumed with the need for more.
Brody rose above her and looked down into eyes still too dilated, eyes filled with desperation and confusion that tore at him. Knowing he had no choice, he turned his head and called out, “Ian, get up here!”
“Why won’t you fuck me, Brody? You always fuck me in my dreams, you always want me as much as I want you, and damn it, this is my dream and I say you have to fuck me.” She simply couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t complying, why he wasn’t simply doing what she wanted like usual. She was sure once she felt his cock filling her, this ache and this dream would be over, and right now, she wanted an end to this suffering more than anything.
Brody didn’t dare answer her as, for the time being, he thought it was probably best if she continued believing she was dreaming. Reality was going to wake her up soon enough.
“Can’t you handle one small woman?” Ian asked as he walked over to the bed, his eyes taking in Piper’s nudity and the obvious signs of her still chemically induced arousal. Stiff, berry red nipples pointed straight up and were begging to be suckled even though there was damp evidence that they had already been in Brody’s mouth. Brody was lightly stroking his fingers over her enticingly bare pussy, a sheen of moisture coated her folds and a telltale dampness seeped from her slit, all proof she was teetering on the edge of climax.
“I’ve gotten her off three times and she’s still hurting. Get over here and help me.”
“But we’re not fucking her, right?” Ian asked as he lay down on her other side, sandwiching her between the two of them.
“Right,” Brody growled in frustration. He had no doubt Ian’s scruples wouldn’t allow him to take advantage of Piper’s condition, no matter how much she begged, but that didn’t mean he was any happier about the situation than Brody was.
Piper heard another man’s voice but it didn’t register until she felt another, fully clothed hard body behind her. Turning her head, she looked into a vaguely familiar face, a very handsome, very vaguely familiar face she quickly amended. “Who’re you?”
“Ian.”
“Did I invite you into my dream, Ian?” She didn’t remember inviting another man, but then again, she never remembered inviting Brody either. He just showed up, much like this man. Cool, she thought giddily as her body reacted pleasantly to the possibility of having two men.
“No. Would you like me to leave?” Ian ignored Brody’s scowl figuring the girl was too desperate to ask him to go.
“Why the hell would I want that? Do I look stupid?” she demanded. “But if one of you doesn’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds I’m kicking both of you out and replacing you with a man who knows how to take his clothes off.”
Looking at Ian, Brody drawled, “Then we better make sure that doesn’t happen.” Slipping his hand under her hair, he cupped her nape and brought her mouth to his, his lips latching on to hers, his kiss hard and demanding, his tongue ruthless in its exploration of her mouth.
God, Piper thought, this kiss couldn’t be better if it were real. And when four hands started touching her at once, she figured there was no way reality could improve this experience. She was disappointed when Brody released her mouth but when he rolled her to her back and both men latched on to her nipples, she decided she’d be content to keep all her sexual encounters to dreams because there was no way a real encounter could cap this. Even though her nipples were sore, she welcomed their mouths and the pleasure of having both of those tender buds stimulated simultaneously. The fire that had been simmering in her veins heated up, making her body bow with the pleasure and the frustration. When Brody grabbed her restless hands and wrapped her fingers around the head rails of her brass bed, she breathed a sigh of relief at having a way to anchor herself.
Closing her eyes, Piper wallowed in the pleasure, not wanting to know who was doing what, only wanting the release she felt coiling inside her. Hands spread her legs even wider, grabbing her thighs and draping them over their much bigger, much harder thighs, opening her completely. If she were awake, Piper thought, she’d be embarrassed by the decadent position, but not even the cool air caressing her gaping flesh could cool her down or make her want to close her legs in shame. When fingers parted her flesh even more and slid easily into her sheath, she arched up against the hands invading her, welcoming them as well as urging them on.
Her head swiveling side to side in painful frustration, she set up a litany of please, please, please, even though another climax was already rolling through her. Their lips never let up on her nipples, their fingers never left her pussy as the orgasms came fast and furious, one after another until she couldn’t tell when one stopped and another began, leaving her body steeped in pleasure, her mind numb with it. When fingers slid down to her anus, caressed, probed then slipped past her tight sphincter, she literally screamed, nerve endings she never knew she had exploding and combining with those in her pussy.
Piper had no idea how long the dream lasted, how long she allowed them to work her, bringing her to orgasm over and over, until she was a sweat slick mass of confusion, her body rendered to a boneless, sated lump by the time they left her bed. She needed to wake up, needed to figure out what this dream meant, if anything, but there was no way her eyes were opening right now. Blessed darkness replaced the exploding lights of pleasure, her body finally able to rest.
“We d
eserve a Bronze Star or Purple Heart for our fucking sacrifice,” Brody grumbled, finding it difficult to navigate the stairs with his cock so hard he ached. It was late afternoon and Piper had finally become sated enough to fall into a deep sleep, allowing them to head back downstairs.
“Yeah, but we both know our blue balls are the only colorful recognition we’re going to get.” Ian was having just as much trouble moving comfortably and now that Piper was calmed, relieving his own frustrated lust was next on his agenda. “Where’re you going?” he asked when Brody marched to the front door.
“To find the lake,” Brody snapped, his cock so fucking hard he was worried he was going to have to cut his jeans off to free himself.
“I’ll be in the shower then.”
Thirty minutes later Brody pulled his jeans back on over his wet body, his cock now happy enough to allow him to zip up easily. June in Missouri made skinny dipping in the lake pleasant and an easy way to jack off his frustration. Slipping his shirt on, he left it open as he picked up his shoes and started back towards Piper’s cabin which he had discovered was less than a block from the lake. He wondered if the dock and small row boat belonged to her, but picturing the girl he had last seen five years ago maneuvering that craft out on the water was as difficult as trying to figure out what was going on with her now. Gary Norton wouldn’t have called him, worried about her and her absence, if he hadn’t suspected something was wrong. According to the sheriff they had trusted to keep an eye on Piper all this time in the slim chance Charles would contact her, she never went more than a day or two without coming to town and always contacted her friend, Haley, if she was going to be late or not make it.