Wrapped in Lace

by Lane, Prescott

  This had to be the most intimate conversation I’d ever had. She was telling me all her secrets. “And?”

  “And I orgasmed in about two minutes,” she said, blushing, her eyes downcast.

  “That long?” I teased her, and she swatted my shoulder.

  “I realized it wasn’t me. He just didn’t know how to touch me. You can’t just pound a woman, you know?”

  “I know,” I said, smirking at her.

  She shook her head. “I know you know. Anyway, I loved him and didn’t want to throw the relationship away over sex, but I didn’t want to fake it, either. So, I tried talking to him, telling him what I wanted, what felt good.”

  “That didn’t help?”

  “He got mad and yelled at me. Said he never had this problem before, that it was me.”

  “What’s this guy’s name?”

  “I handled him,” Piper said, giving me a wicked little smile. “I told him my vibrator would disagree. Grabbed my purse and walked away.”

  I squeezed her naked ass with both my hands. “That’s the girl I. . .” I paused, realizing I almost said love. “The girl I know.”

  “After a little time passed, he called me to apologize. We actually are still friendly, but you’re the only person that’s ever given me an orgasm besides myself.”

  I wondered for half a second if the guy we were talking about was Davis but didn’t think nude in the shower was the best time to ask. But the profile fit. They got along well. He was older, and judging by the way girls threw themselves at him in high school, I guess he would be considered “hot.”

  Piper ran her fingers along the muscles of my chest and abs. “So, I was wondering. . . .”

  “Oh, no,” I said, grabbing her hands. “You aren’t getting me to talk. You already know about Ellie.”

  She gave a naughty giggle. “I don’t want to be your truth serum. I want you to be my first something else.” She lowered herself to her knees, her mouth lining up perfectly with my raging hard-on.

  I guess since that asshole never went down on her, she never sucked him off. I loved her for that. So many women would simply tolerate sucking cock without getting anything in return. Stupid girls. They should know better. These things should be a give and take. I drew a deep breath, unable to believe what I was about to say. “Piper, you don’t. . . .”

  “I really want to.” Her tongue whipped around the head of my dick. “Talk me through it,” she whispered. “Teach me. I want to be the best head you’ve ever gotten.”

  Holy shit, she did not just say that? She wants me to teach her? Damn, I almost fist-pumped the air. This was a victory for all mankind. I tilted her chin up to look into her eyes, her chest rising and falling under her rapid heartbeat. Jesus Christ, she just licked her lips like she couldn’t fucking wait. And I couldn’t wait either—for her to put her mouth on me, wrap her soft lips around my dick. What was she waiting for? Right! I was supposed to be directing her. “The most important thing is lube,” I said. “Too dry hurts.” She nodded and leaned over, looking up at me through her eyelashes. She locked eyes with me as she pressed her pink lips to my tip, her wet tongue flicking over my slit. Fuck, I wanted to deep throat her but couldn’t do that. She took hold of me and let her warm tongue lick up my shaft. “That feels good,” I said, encouraging her. “When you’re ready, just slide me in your mouth and use your hand to stroke me.” I felt her smooth fingers sliding up my inner thighs. I was almost trembling in anticipation, my cock craving her mouth. “Shit,” I cried out as she gently tugged my balls.

  “Sorry,” she said, scooting back.

  I hadn’t expected her to touch me there. Most women forget the balls. I stared down at her, and she looked wounded. I gently put my hand in her hair, pulling her back. “No, that felt incredible.” Her eyes lit up, and she smiled, her confidence building. She locked eyes with me again, slid down lower, and ran her tongue across my balls. Holy shit, she may not have done this before, but she was a natural. I leaned my head back against the tile of the shower. She wasn’t going to need too much coaching. Her mouth engulfed one of my balls, her wet tongue circling around. “Fuck, yes.” She gave me one final suck, then slid higher—taking hold of me with one hand, her other hand still lightly toying with my nuts. I felt the warmth of her breath as my dick twitched. “You don’t have to take it. . . .” Her warm mouth slid down over me. I swear I was touching the back of her throat. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

  She moaned, “Mmm.” The vibration felt incredible, causing me to release a little, but she simply slid up my shaft, flicking her tongue over me.

  “Take a break if you need to, and I’ll make sure to tell you when I’m coming, so you can move,” I said, wanting her to know I didn’t expect her to swallow.

  She released me from her mouth with a pop. “Don’t be a wimp,” she said with a naughty glint in her eyes. Then she slid me back inside, placing her hands on my ass this time, pulling me forward and encouraging me to fuck her mouth. I gently thrust in and out of her warm, wet mouth as her tongue glided across me. I had to keep reminding myself I couldn’t go fast. It was so hard not to just lose my mind and pound myself down her throat. She felt so incredible, and every so often, she’d moan, sending that wonderful vibration down the entire length of me.

  I slowed myself down, but she took hold of me, her soft, smooth hand moving up and down me in perfect rhythm with her mouth. And God, she was doing this twisting motion with her hand as she slid up and down that felt incredible. I looked down, watching her head bob, her pink lips now glistening and red. She flashed me a look, and I felt my toes start to curl, my balls tighten. Her wet, warm tongue licked my head, her hand pumped me, and she gently tugged my balls all at the same time. “Shit, I’m gonna. . . .” Before I could warn her, I shot off in her mouth, and despite all the sex we’d been having, I could tell it was a lot. I looked down at her and opened my mouth to apologize, but she locked her blue eyes on mine and licked her lips. Jesus H. Christ, I just hit the jackpot with her.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  PIPER

  I looked over at Drew resting on the hotel room bed, his eyes closed, that sexy smile on his face. He’d been so sweet and gentle with me in the shower. I couldn’t believe I told him all that stuff, and I couldn’t believe how patient he was with me, talking me through my first blowjob. I’d heard enough stories from girlfriends about the how-to’s, but nothing can quite prepare you for eight inches pointing right in your face, or the power I felt when he shot into my mouth. And for the first time, he actually looked sated laying there in his boxer briefs with his hands behind his head. His brown hair was still wet from our shower, and his tan body was stretched out, showing off his ripped abs and hard chest. His blue eyes flashed open, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

  “I’m starving,” he said, smiling at me. “I want to take you out for a nice dinner.”

  “I didn’t bring anything for a nice dinner out,” I said, digging through my bag.

  “Then I’ll buy you a dress on the way.”

  We agreed not to leave the room, and I didn’t care about fancy dinners. I just wanted to cocoon with him under the covers until checkout tomorrow. “Let’s just order room service.”

  “I’m beginning to think you’re just in this for the sex,” Drew said, flashing me his smile.

  “Well, yeah,” I teased before straddling him on the bed, wearing nothing but my white bra and panties.

  He sat up and ran his fingers over my skin. “I like these.”

  “No ripping these. I only packed one pair.”

  He fell back on the bed, laughing. “When we shop for a dress, I’ll buy you new panties, too. I enjoy ripping them too much.”

  I leaned over and kissed him, my hair falling around his face. “Thanks for today, for bringing me here.”

  “You’re welcome. I hope this is the first of many Charlotte hotel stays.” He sat up holding me, running his fingers down my arms and onto my stomach. I tried not to flinch.
I’d managed not to think about being pregnant all afternoon, but now it all came flooding back.

  “Me, too,” I said and planted a quick peck on his lips then started to get up, but he held me to him.

  “So, I was thinking about something and wanted to see what you thought. I’ve had this idea for a while, but I needed to find the perfect person to do it with.” For the first time ever, he didn’t hold my eyes, glancing down like he was nervous or worried.

  “Ok,” I said, tilting my head to catch his eyes again. I didn’t think there was any idea he could have that would upset me. After all, the man practically lived between my legs the past two days.

  “What do you think about baby. . . .”

  I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought I’d just died. Does he know? “Baby? You want a baby?”

  He chuckled out, “Cradles. I’m thinking of making a line of nursery furniture.”

  “Oh!” Ok, I started to breathe again.

  “It would have my same trademark of using vintage reclaimed wood, but I was wondering if you might consider partnering with me?” Drew asked.

  Breathing stopped again, I’d need CPR soon. “You want me to make baby furniture with you?”

  “Yeah, I was thinking you could do some paintings on the pieces. I have this idea for one of a night sky lit by fireflies.” He looked up at me, flashing his little smile. I think he knew I couldn’t refuse him when he smiled at me like that. “Of course, you’d be in charge of the paintings. They could be your vision. And it would all be custom. Cradles and cribs have gotten to be so mainstream, disposable. They used to be treasured, passed down from generation to generation. It should still be like that.”

  “That’s a beautiful thought.” He looked so excited about the idea. I couldn’t believe he wanted us to do this together.

  “I’m glad you think so because I have this idea for a whole line.”

  “Drew, I’ve never painted furniture. I’m not sure.”

  “So, you’ll practice.”

  He took my hands, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. It’s so sexy when a man is passionate about something. I don’t know if I’d ever wanted him more than I did at that moment, and his enthusiasm was contagious. I had a ton of ideas swirling around in my mind. “We could use old window frames and turn them into collage picture frames. You know, for the three, six, nine, and twelve months photos,” I said then bounced on his lap a little. “What about children’s furniture, too? The pieces should be able to grow with the child. This stuff is expensive. You don’t want to buy a dresser for a baby and then a new one five years later. It should be able to grow.”

  “You’re right,” he agreed with a huge grin.

  I could tell he was happy with my reaction. He really wanted this—and wanted it with me. “And there’s this chalk paint that I could use. The kids could actually write on it and then wipe it clean. Wouldn’t that be cute on a kid’s headboard?”

  “It would.” He grinned again. “What do you think about the firefly scene?” He was putting me on the spot, but I was up for the challenge. I hopped up, grabbed the hotel notepad off the nightstand, and started to doodle. I knew we weren’t going out to dinner, which was fine with me. Once I got inspired while sketching, I rarely stopped. I needed to bring his firefly scene to life. “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he said, looking down over my shoulder.

  “And you really think we can do this?” I asked.

  “I know we can,” he said as he took my hand gently. “I was thinking I’d like it to be called The Piper Collection.”

  This time, I know my heart stopped. I softly said, “No, that’s too much.”

  “We’ll be partners, Piper. It should have your name.”

  “What about your name?”

  “It will be under Landon Designs. Everyone will already know it’s my design and quality. My name will already be behind it.”

  “It’s your company, Drew.”

  “You want to call it Piper Landon?”

  Did he just refer to me as Piper Landon? That would be my name if we were married. Did he know what he just said? “We can worry about the name later.”

  “I’m not going to let this go. This is important to me.” He grabbed the pencil from me and sketched out a logo. “I was thinking this for The Piper Collection logo.” It was a vintage, shabby chic design, so it fit perfectly into Drew’s brand. The title was in the center surrounded by a circle of tiny flowers and fireflies. It was a beautiful blending of both Drew and myself.

  “I love it. But. . . .” He pinned me down to the bed, grinding his hips into mine. If his dick was any indication, he was really excited.

  “I have a good feeling about this,” he said, tickling me slightly.

  “How am I supposed to do this? I don’t live in Raleigh.”

  “Weekends and holidays. And if we need to, we can get you a studio in McAdenville. We’ll split everything down the middle and. . . .”

  I darted up. Had all the orgasms gone to his head? “What?”

  “I want you to be my partner in this.”

  “But you’re taking all the risk.”

  “It’s a small risk. We need a few sample pieces, that’s it. You’ll be doing most of the work initially. You’ll need to come up with several designs we can put up as options. Plus, you’ll need to be available to consult with people who may want you to design something specific for them.”

  I finished up my sketch and slid it over. “What do you think about this?”

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking. Nana was right. We are a perfect match.”

  “You’re sure about this?” I asked one last time.

  He stroked my hair. “Piper, you’re the only person I’d want to do this project with.”

  *

  Drew’s arm rested on my belly as he slept next to me. I’d been watching him for hours. He didn’t know it, but he would be on my canvas soon. I needed to capture the way his lips turned up in that sexy, boyish smile. After the multiple sex adventures and hours of talking about furniture design, he’d passed out in my arms. I still couldn’t believe he wanted me to work on his new nursery collection with him. And not just work on it, he wanted me to be his partner and name it after me. It was amazing. It was commitment.

  I rested my hand on top of his over my belly. There could be a very big commitment coming soon. We could be designing our own child’s cradle in the very near future. At twenty-four, I was hardly ready, and I couldn’t imagine Drew was prepared to be a father. I had no idea what to do. How long should I wait to talk to him about this? Should I take the test I bought first, or do that with him? How many days did I have to wait to take the thing? He’d be leaving in a few days, so could I really let him go without knowing? Would he still leave if he knew I could be pregnant?

  I looked over as the sun peeked through the gap in the curtains. I was exhausted and overthinking everything. I needed to slow down. The only thing I knew for sure was that Drew would be leaving in three days. I told myself to enjoy the time we had left together. New Year’s would bring lots of answers—Am I pregnant? And what’s going to happen with Drew and me? It was too much to think about, too many unknowns. So until then, I just needed to enjoy the present because soon enough my life could be different. I’d take the test on New Year’s Eve, before Drew left. Maybe my period would start before then.

  I closed my eyes, finding some peace with my decision.

  *

  “Mmm.” I stretched my arms above my head and widened my legs, my eyes flying open to find Drew’s head between my legs—a perfect little coy smile covering his lips as his tongue worked its magic across me. I’d never woken up like this before. I reached down and ran my fingers through his messy brown hair, and he deepened his kiss. I got lost watching him for a second, his eyes closed, his tongue moving so slowly, his fingertips grazing my thighs. It was as if he was kissing my face, so intimate, so sweet. And I could tell he loved doing this to me, loved watching
me.

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the moment, the feel of his tongue grazing me so tenderly. He slipped his tongue inside me, and I felt myself clench around him. He groaned, and the vibration sent shockwaves through my body. I gripped the sheets, tightening my muscles, clenching his tongue inside me. He lifted my thighs to his shoulders, pushing deeper into me, his morning stubble creating the perfect friction. He slid his mouth to my sweet spot and sucked down hard. “Drew!” I cried out.

  My legs fell open, and he slid up my body, kissing a path on his way. I laid there with my eyes closed, my body a limp noodle. He nuzzled my nose with his and whispered, “Open your eyes.” I slowly lifted my lids, still heavy from the lack of sleep and mind-blowing orgasm. “Good morning.”

  “Never woken up like this before,” I said, smiling and widening my legs for him, inviting him in.

  He slipped himself inside me. “That’s because you’ve never woken up with me before.” His hands gently stroked my hair as his blue eyes stared into mine. “Come home to Raleigh with me, and I’ll wake you up like this every day.”

  I reached for his face as our hips started to slowly move together. “You definitely sweetened the offer.” The smile he gave me didn’t just melt my panties this time. My heart was a pool as well.

  He softly kissed my lips. “I want to make love to you slowly this time. Will you let me do that?”

  I nodded, keeping my eyes on his. We’d had a lot of sex the past few days. It had always been fun, sexy, and very hot, but neither of us had used the phrase making love, preferring dirtier talk in bed. But this was different, very different. Don’t get me wrong, all the times before were porn-worthy they were so good, but this was so much more. Our eyes stayed locked on each other’s the entire time, our bodies moving together, his hands on my face and hair. My orgasm ripped through me so hard it felt like I was being turned inside out, and I saw the same emotion in his deep blue eyes as he released inside me. He buried his head between my breasts, his arms on my hips as we cradled each other. Then I felt tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. I was madly, deeply in love with him and had no idea what to do.