Stepping up to the bed, he bent forward and laid me down like I was made of bone china, but before he could do anything else I grabbed his hand and tugged him down beside me.
Turning onto his back he ran his fingers through his hair and I turned on my side and placed kisses on the hard, muscular lines that formed the taut six pack across his abdomen.
Smiling sexily up at me, his hand began to fan through my long dark hair and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world in that moment. He sighed, turning his head to look down at me in thought.
“What is it?”
“I’m an animal, Piper… or was. By now in the time I’ve spent with you in the shower I’d have fucked any other woman twice, yet, with you I feel I can’t take this slow enough.”
“See, that makes me feel like you’ll tire of me.”
“Never. I just want this to feel right for you. I have no desire to treat you like them.”
“I’m not fragile, Simon.”
Shaking his head in disbelief at my answer I saw him digest what I’d said. “All right, what do you want?” he asked turning his full focus on me.
“You,” I replied, quickly.
Simon chuckled, “You need a minute to think about that?”
“Been thinking of nothing else all week,” I replied honestly, and he grinned.
“Damn, you confuse the fuck out of me. You look like an angel then you come out with these straight-talking answers that most other women would make me work for,” he replied. “I guess I’ve been testing you with some of the stuff that I’ve said, but I wanted you to be sure you knew what you were getting into. It’s a difficult conversation to have, but I thought I should give it to you straight because I’d hate you to react to the shit they’re going to throw at you for being with me.”
“Bring it, I say. No one could ever hurt me with words nowadays, Simon. Let them do their worst. I’ve listened and nothing you have said has riled me because I knew you had a history with women, but before this goes all the way I only want to say one more thing. Treat me right because no matter how much I like you, if you do fuck me over there will never be a do-over.”
“Noted,” he said, his eyes serious. “Trust me, baby, it’s the thing I fear the most. I’ll never cheat on you. I can guarantee that but believe me now when I say the press and others will do everything they can to discredit us being together.”
Taking his cock in my hand, I gave it a small squeeze and his head bobbed up to look at the firm grip I had on him. “That’s all I needed to hear. I don’t think you’d ever want to do me wrong, but I’m not a fool, so don’t forget that.”
Needing a change of direction, I gave into my urge because I couldn’t resist tasting him, like he had done with me, so I scooted down and pressed my lips to his tip before he could blink.
Immediately, Simon gripped my wrist that held his cock and shook his head, “No, baby, you don’t have—”
A long hiss interrupted his speech as I ignored him, taking his cock in my mouth. The salty taste was mingled with a faint hint of soap but I liked it. Lathing my tongue, I lapped up the pre-cum that leaked from the head of his cock.
“Fuck.” The word came in a rush as his breathing became steady and his large warm palm came over to cradle my head. His hips undulated slightly as he gently pushed his cock a little deeper into my mouth.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” he said in a soft encouraging tone before he thrust it a little deeper again. Glancing up his body, watching his reaction, and the look of pleasure on his face made my pussy pulse for more. The way he bit his lip in concentration and his lust-filled eyes focused on what I was doing was everything I could have hoped for.
A couple of minutes later his fingers wrapped around his cock and he pulled himself out of my mouth, grabbed me, and flipped me over. Lifting my legs, he pushed them up to my chest. The look of sheer intent in his eyes sent ripples of excitement coursing through me, causing every cell in my body to vibrate. The connection in our eyes deepened as he spread my knees wide.
“Look at you,” he said, like he was seeing me for the first time. “So fucking beautiful. You have no idea how much I want this.” His eyes shone with desire as he broke eye contact and dipped his head low.
When he inhaled deeply it reminded me of the first time he did this, and I almost closed my legs with embarrassment, but before I could dwell on his action he gave me one swift wet lick from my butthole to my clitoris. I trembled with the sudden thrill of it.
He smiled then chuckled, “Damn, how responsive was that?” he asked. I sighed a long breath and realized there was no part of my body he wasn’t willing to explore.
Lavishing attention on me, his tongue expertly coaxed me to the edge of orgasm only for him to repeatedly slow my excitement down by gently blowing cool air on my hot swollen entrance. The tease was both delicious and frustrating.
After some time, he took my hand and traced my fingers along my soaked entrance, “Feel that? You know what that does to me?” he asked, glancing up at my face. I shook my head. “It makes me harder than you can imagine. Knowing I’ve made you this wet and it’s all mine is the best feeling ever,” he told me.
Losing my virginity had been something I’d worried about in the past. I wasn’t a nun in that I’d been privy to conversations in the school canteen and during drama practice. Mostly they were stories where sex wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. However, being with Simon and the thought of how experienced he was, I knew my experience would be different.
“Do you finger yourself?” he probed, his finger gently circling my entrance, and I stared back at him. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I shook my head, feeling inadequate again. “Never?” I shook my head again and closed my eyes, almost ashamed by my lack of carnal knowledge.
Slowly his middle finger moved up and swirled around my swollen clit. Sliding it down the slit he probed my entrance gently. “Relax,” he whispered, and his finger slid in further. My entrance burned for a few seconds and he stayed still waiting for me to adjust. I only realized how tense I was when my muscles relaxed. I took a deep breath.
“More?” he asked. I nodded, and his finger slid in to the knuckle. I winced and bit my lip as he continued to make small circles until it felt good. He moved over me and kissed me slowly then more passionately. Losing myself I moaned into his mouth and my hips began to move against his finger. Simon began to anticipate my movements and gently finger-fucked me until it didn’t feel like it was enough.
Pulling his finger out, he replaced it with two and repeated the slow process of gently stretching and preparing me for more. When I was comfortable with his fingers, he curved them upwards rubbing one particular spot and I instantly came.
A burst of flashing lights erupted behind my closed eyes as my whole body quivered and shook. I grabbed his wrist to stop him because the pleasure was so intense, but he pulled my hand away, pinned it to the bed and scooted down again, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
My brain felt as if it were melting from how hard I came, and I screamed loudly, losing control. Breaking away from my pussy, Simon chuckled as my head flopped to the side. “You okay?” he enquired with a frown.
“Damn, that was incredible.” My body felt drained, my voice croaky. I swallowed noisily as I waited for Simon’s next move.
“Condoms?”
I nodded at the nightstand. After the first time I wasn’t going to be caught out again. I had braved it in Walgreens and bought some but when I went to put them in the nightstand there were boxes of them already there.
When I had found them there I was mortified because Gibson or Chloe had thought about these before the day I moved in.
“You bought these?” he asked and seemed impressed.
“No, they were here when I moved in.”
He smirked, knowingly.
“What?” I asked.
“Jonny,” he said and chuckled.
“Jonny?” Jonny was Gibson’s lead security detail.
My heart rhythm stuttered in shock at the thought Gibson had sent him to buy them.
“It’s what he does.” He shrugged and looked amused as he reached into the drawer and pulled a twelve pack out. “To think they were here before and I—”
“What do you mean?” My voice sounded tense.
“Before Gibson met Chloe, Jonny used to be so convinced Gibson was going to contract some deadly venereal disease or have an unplanned child. Jonny was obsessed about it. He put condoms in every nightstand of every hotel room or any apartment Gibson visited.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. This has Jonny’s signature all over it; used to drive Gibson crazy. And from what Gib said Jonny’s move almost made Gib crash and burn the first time he went to get jiggy with Chloe on a hired boat and reached into the drawer to grab one. Chloe thought his seduction was all pre-planned,” he replied chuckling.
“I’m glad Jonny’s put them here,” he admitted, checking the date on the box before he took two out and dropped one on the bed, “because as much as I want to go bareback with you, I have to put you first, Piper. Your career is just beginning. I’d hate anything to disrupt your shot at success.”
Tearing the foil with his teeth, he pulled out the latex rubber and stretched it over his cock. My eyes were transfixed at how it strained against the thin clear protective sheath. Simon noted me watching and chuckled, “Attractive, huh?” he joked before hovering over me and bending his neck to kiss me again.
I had thought when Simon put the condom on that sex was imminent, but I was wrong. Once again he worked me up, paying attention to my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, peppering kisses all over my body until I couldn’t stand it any longer and begged him to take me.
His talented fingertips drew small lazy circles over my clit until I thought I was going to go mad if he didn’t do more. My core pulsed with every erogenous zone he hit, and my fists twisted the sheets as his teasing became almost unbearable.
“What do you want me to do?” he eventually whispered, his hot breath fanning my face. I shivered in anticipation again.
“You… inside, but I’m so nervous I’m shaking,” I answered with complete honesty.
Simon felt my entrance and poked his finger inside, pulled it out and sucked it. A jolt of electricity passed through my body at his sexy dirty move. “Mm,” he hummed, smiling, and he moved, positioning himself between my legs.
Placing his hands under my thighs, he pushed them once more to my chest then spread them wide. “Perfect,” he said, his voice husky as he slid his hands under my calves and supported my lower limbs. He glanced at me quickly then down to his cock, lining it up with my entrance.
As soon as I felt the contact, I swallowed hard and my pulse raced as he nudged himself forward breaching my entrance. My breath hitched, and I suddenly tensed with the tight burning sensation I felt as he stretched me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, softly smoothing my hair with one hand before placing it back under my leg. “Relax, baby, look at me. Do you trust me?” I nodded. “Then breathe,” he instructed.
Repositioning himself he hovered over me and bent his head. “All right,” he reassured me. The strain in his arms barely hid his frustration. Dipping down his chest brushed against mine then he lifted it clear and pressed his hot lips to mine.
Kissing me slow and tender at first, I felt my body relax and I sagged into the mattress when the need in me gave in to the hot, passionate kiss. Noting I was less tense, Simon nudged his cock forward and the stinging sensation as he stretched me burned in my core. Stiffening again, I took a sharp breath and held it.
“Relax, baby” he told me again and I let my breath go. “Sorry,” I offered.
“Don’t be,” he smiled reassuringly again. “You’re gonna take a deep breath with me now,” he demanded and inhaled in through his nose. Copying his command, I did as he told me, then exhaled slowly. As I did, he held my eyes hostage in his and nudged himself forward, gliding deep inside me in one fluid move.
“Oh, fuck,” he said through a breath then growled with pleasure when he looked into my eyes. “So fucking tight,” he said, and I saw him struggle for breath. He breathed out a shuddery breath in his effort to control how being inside me made him feel. “Oh, my, God.” he murmured as his eyes bore into mine when he started to move until gradually the pain had subsided.
Taking his lead from me, Simon began to glide in and out slowly, still stretching me up as my body adjusted to his size. The strain was clear in the tension from the restraint he showed. Suddenly the need in me took over, and I went from his cock feeling too big to needing him deeper.
My hands flew to his hair, his back, then his butt, as I ground myself against him. Simon broke the kiss and looked down at me, then flashed me a sexy grin. He growled in satisfaction, like he loved my response to him. “There.” He said as he rocked into me at a steady rhythm, “You like this?”
I nodded, smiled back at him and for some strange reason I suddenly felt a huge lump of emotion growing in my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes and I was shocked when I started to cry.
He froze, looking alarmed. “Shit, am I still hurting you?” he asked, concerned. His muscles were tense as he held his body ridged above me.
I shook my head, “No it feels good, I don’t know what the tears are about.”
His eyes softened, “Doing this for the first time is a big deal, beautiful,” he said as he dipped his head to kiss my tears and continued to rock me slowly. Lifting one hand, he smoothed my hair down and cupped my chin between his finger and thumb.
“Want to try on top?” he offered quietly, and I nodded, “Might be a good idea for you to set the pace for a bit.” I knew instinctively why he asked it of me. Knowing my fear of being controlled I figured he was trying to remove another barrier between us. My heart squeezed at how perceptive he was to my feelings.
Rolling me over, he sat me astride him. I admit I felt less vulnerable than I had been when I was on my back. Placing his hands on my hips he gently guided me, undulating my pussy against his hips until I took over the rhythm.
As soon as my confidence grew, his hands cupped my butt, spread it in his hands and began to move me faster. Suddenly it felt so good I never wanted him to stop.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Waking up next to Simon inches from me, my heart immediately picked up its pace. I lay quietly staring at his gorgeous face. He truly was an exceptionally good-looking man.
Simon was just like Gibson in that sense, they stood out from all others. Being in a talented rock band they oozed sex appeal without having to utter a word. Simon’s enticing sexuality and power radiated from him even as he slept.
I’m not sure how long I lay there staring at him but eventually I slid out of bed and headed for the shower.
My mind was a cluster of snapshots of the way Simon had looked at me as he took me for the first time, his eyes closing slowly as he sunk deep between my legs. Flashes in my mind of him on his back staring up at me with a look that said it all really meant something to him.
Other memories surfaced of how sensually his hands had felt on me as they explored every inch of my skin and even as I followed my daily routine of showering. My core pulsed with memories of how careful and gentle he had tried to be and how he had ultimately made me feel.
As I rinsed my hair and opened my eyes, I almost fell to the floor startled as Simon’s gorgeous face grinned wickedly and he chuckled at my reaction from the other side of the cubicle. “I see you’ve started without me,” he smirked as he opened the glass door and stepped in beside me.
Turning me away from the shower, his shoulders and back took the bulk of the water while he pulled my back to his front and wrapped his warm arms around my waist. I felt protected and desired as his hands slid across my flat abdomen and his hard cock nestled along my butt crease.
“Morning, Princess.” The sexy gruff tone in his voice was still husky as he brushed my wet hair seductively to one s
ide and began to lavish small kisses across my shoulder then unexpectedly licked my neck. The way he said ‘Princess’ no longer held the same annoying slant to it, but instead it felt right.
“G’morning,” I replied, my tone a little breathless from the effect of his touch as I relaxed against him. The sensation of his warm embrace was intoxicating.
“Thank you for last night.” The way I felt, I should have been thanking him. He continued to kiss my neck and nibble my ear as he lavished me with attention. My pussy pulsed at his touch, betraying the sore ache I felt there still.
Simon’s wandering hand slid lower to cup my pussy, his large fingers gliding down both sides of my clit and he pinched them together trapping my clit in a delicious tease. “Ah,” I moaned with delight and he sucked at my neck spreading a rash of goosebumps all over my body.
I shivered slightly as my pebbled nipples ached for attention. Simon slid one foot between my feet and spread my legs further apart. “Even with the water from the shower I can feel how turned on you are. You’re soaked,” he told me, “You sore?” he asked with a note of concern in his tone.
“A little,” I admitted, and he dropped to his knees. “Good, you’ll remember me all day,” he advised me and chuckled. Pushing me out of the shower he smacked my ass leaving me dizzy and breathless.
“Get dressed and I’ll shout you breakfast, Princess. If I keep you here any longer, you won’t be able to walk very far or concentrate on those last songs for the album.”
A slow smile spread on his face, probably from the lost look on my face from him pushing me away.
As soon as I wrapped a towel around myself and turned to leave, he grabbed his own cock and stroked himself slowly. Glancing from me to his cock he looked up and shrugged, “What? I know you gotta be sore right now and if I don’t take care of myself I’ll probably nail you at the studio during your break today.”
The sexy threat in his voice made my heart flutter wildly for a moment. I’d never heard him talk with such intent before. “You need some help with that?” I offered and nodded to his hand hoping he’d say yes.
Piper: A Last Score Spin Off Page 19