by Marni Mann
West
I stand between Piper’s legs as she sits on the kitchen island, my hands holding her face steady, her lips hanging right above mine.
“Fuck me, West.”
Only seconds have passed since she demanded that. I want her to think about what she’s asking before I strip her clothes off, before I kiss her again, knowing my mouth could easily persuade her.
I want her pussy. I want more than anything to make her feel good. But, first, I have to make sure she can go through with this. We’re on the verge of breaking every rule we set the night we all met at the hotel. Still, it isn’t too late for me to leave, for the, “Fuck me, West,” to be ignored. Because, once I really touch her, shit between us will change.
Thinking about her, her flirty texts, our innocent meetups on the beach—they’re nothing compared to what I want to do.
There should be some restraint on my part. At least a little hesitation. I’m married, and my wife is half a mile away, tucked inside our bed, adventurous and willing—everything I’ve ever needed from her. And I’ve never cheated on her. Girls were around after all our games, and some of the married guys hooked up. I didn’t want that kind of drama. That’s how Tilly and I met. I didn’t need more of what I already had.
But, as I look into Piper’s eyes, there isn’t any pause.
I need this woman.
And I don’t just want to lick the tears from her face. I want to know the reason they were dripping in the first place and how I can make them stop. I want to hold her until she stops shaking.
I want more than just her pussy.
I adjust my fingers, gripping her cheeks even harder, and say, “I want you to really think about this, Piper. I’m giving you a chance right now to tell me to get out of your house. If I leave, we can forget I was here. Or you can tell me again to fuck you. But you need to know something; if you let me inside you, I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to take exactly what I want from you.”
There’s so much heat in her eyes, but there’s a level of seriousness, too. She isn’t just listening to what her pussy wants. She’s considering both sides and what’s right for her.
Finally, her lips part, and she says, “I want you. Fuck me right now.”
“Mmm,” I growl into her mouth as I kiss her, taking the lips that just gave me the answer I’ve been craving.
I yank her to the edge of the counter, guiding her legs around my waist, and I lift her into my arms. “You’re going to have to give me directions,” I tell her. “I only know the way to your guest room.”
“Where are we going?”
“The shower.”
Her back stiffens, so I stop walking and kiss her. “It doesn’t have to be the shower in your bedroom, Piper. I’m just dirty and sweaty from my run this morning, and I need a place where I can get clean.” I graze a finger across her nipple, knowing how much she likes that. “And, since there are some spots on my body that I can’t reach, you’re coming in with me.”
Her smile returns. “Once you get into the hallway, it’ll be the second door on your left.”
My mouth goes right back to ravaging hers, and once we’re inside the bathroom, I set her on the counter next to the sink. I ditch my socks and sneakers, shorts, boxers, and T-shirt, leaving them on the floor, before I begin working on her. As soon as she’s naked, I turn on the water, and then I lift her again and move us inside the tub.
“Ah!” she screams when the water hits her. “It’s freezing.”
“You won’t be cold for long.”
I hold her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around me, with my cock resting on her clit. She rocks over it, the head slipping between her lips, rubbing up and down that smooth space.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yesss.”
I lift the bottle of soap off the ledge of the bath and hand it to her. “Wash me.”
“Right now?”
I laugh at how cute her expression is. “That’s why we’re in here, Piper—so that I can get clean, and you can help me with that.”
“I guess I forgot.” She glances down, watching as she grinds my crown against her, chewing her lip to the point where it begins to get puffy. “Can you blame me?”
“You want my cock inside you?”
She nods. “Yes. All of it.”
“Then, wash it. Slowly. Show me how tightly your pussy is going to clench my dick. When I decide you’ve done a good enough job, you’ll get what you want.”
Not wasting a second, she squirts some body wash into her hands and goes right for my cock. The soap is so smooth and soft. She lathers it over my head and down my shaft, twisting her hand as she gets to my base and again as she rises to the tip.
A few more minutes of this, and I’ll come. The combination of her hand and the suds feels way too fucking good.
She seems to sense that and moves to my stomach and over my chest. “I will never get used to your body.” Her hands drop again, running over my abs. “I’ve never touched anyone this fit, certainly never this ripped.” She glances up, the hunger, the intensity only growing. “You’re beautiful, West.”
“Touch it all you want. It’s yours.”
“Mine?” It sounds like she doesn’t believe me “But—”
“Yours.”
She nods, but I still see the doubt.
“I’m taking what I want from you, Piper. That means, I’m not going into the guest room and getting the condoms we left in there. When I stick my cock in you, it’s going in bare.”
She folds her arms around my neck and leans her face in closer. “That’s what I want.”
I made the mistake of not asking once. I won’t ever go through that again. “You’re on something?”
“Yes, you don’t have to worry about that.” She kisses me. “Now, wash off all the soap, so you can have what you want.”
Moving us into the direct spray, I growl, noting it will be just a matter of seconds before I’m inside that tight pussy. She uses one of her hands to help clean away the bubbles, her fingers on my cock the whole time.
I’m so fucking hard, and she’s holding me just the way I asked her to, showing me what it’s going to feel like when her cunt milks me.
My patience is almost gone. “You’re teasing me.”
“I’m almost done, just a few more suds.”
I take her earlobe into my mouth and gnaw on the skin. She gasps, her hand now stroking me faster.
“You know, this is only going to lead to a punishment.”
“Like another hickey—”
I move her to the wall again, pressing her back against it, so I can free one of my hands. Then, my middle finger finds her ass and slides into the hole.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her hand stilling over the head of my cock.
“No, Piper, not like another hickey. Like this.” I drive in and out, adding a second finger. “Your pussy is so wet, it’s dripped to your ass, lubing you up enough where you can almost take a third finger.”
“I want it.”
“Put me inside you, and I’ll give you anything you want.”
She tilts her hips back, groaning as my tip rubs over her clit. Once I get down far enough, she puts herself over the top of me and drops her weight, sinking me fully into her.
I hiss into her mouth, the narrowness of her cunt swallowing me. I know how wet and warm she is from all the times I’ve fingered her, but it’s never been this intense.
“I could come just like this,” she breathes.
Now that I am filling each of her holes, I can feel her pulsating, showing me how close she is. I know what will take her to the edge, and that’s where I want her.
Using my hips and shoulders to hold her to the wall, I then take my free hand and rub it over her clit. “Come right now. I want your pussy squeezing my fucking cock.”
When she begins to shudder, I tweak her clit and gently grind it between the pads of my fingers. She screams, her entire body quiver
ing, her cunt practically pinching my dick.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Certainly the most intimate.
But the sensation of her coming on top of me isn’t the only thing that holds me to this moment. It’s also the way she looks at me. How her fingers grip me, how her legs buckle around me.
I fit in this spot.
And we both fucking know it.
When she finally stills, I release her clit and run my palm over it to soothe the skin. Then, I take my fingers out of her and clutch both ass cheeks.
“How’d that feel?”
It takes her a few seconds to catch her breath. “It’s never been like that before.”
I can say the same thing. “You need a minute?”
She shakes her head and steadies herself against the wall, so she can rise and fall on top of me. “No, I need to feel that again.”
Mmm, that’s my girl.
I use her ass to hold her against me and pump myself in and out. “Don’t let go of me, Piper. This is going to be different than what I’ve given you before.”
“Different?”
“And, if you don’t want your back burned to shit, you’d better keep it off the wall.”
“You think it’ll burn—”
Her words turn into the loudest moan I’ve ever heard from her as I use every bit of speed and strength in my body to slam into her. When I pull back, I only go halfway before I bury my shaft again. And, with my hips tilted at such an angle, I can rub her clit with the short hairs that surround the top of my dick.
I don’t hold back.
I’m not easy on her.
There’s nothing gentle or romantic about the way I’m fucking her.
A need is tearing through my body and thrusting into her pussy as hard and as fast as I can.
“Oh. My. God!” she blasts in my ear.
Her nails stab my back to the point where I know there will be blood. It doesn’t cause me to stop. Blood doesn’t scare me. Neither do scars.
The pain only makes me want to fuck her harder.
“I’m—”
I cut her off because I know; I feel it, so she doesn’t have to tell me.
“Come, Piper.”
The second I feel her contract around me, I let my own build work its way through my balls. And, just as I’m about to pull out, her nails dig in deeper.
“No, don’t. I want you to come inside me.”
They’re the sexiest words she’s ever spoken to me.
“Piper,” I roar.
Within two strokes, I’m shooting my load right into her, grinding my hips in circles until she empties me.
I move us into the water, dropping the temperature to cool our bodies down, my cock eventually slipping out of her. Then, I shift her body a little higher on my waist, so I can rub her pussy.
“I know you’re sore,” I tell her. “But I just want to wash my cum out of you.”
Her eyes never move from mine. “Even that feels good.”
“I won’t always be so rough with you, but I like that you can handle it.”
“Maybe that’s how I want it.”
I laugh.
Jesus, I’ve only been inside her a few times, and she’s already changed so much.
“You can have it any way you want it”—I pull my hand away and cross my arms behind her back—“as long as you tell me I can have it again.”
The smile that spreads over her lips gives me the answer I want.
Piper
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I tell West as he slides on his sneakers and stands up.
After he thoroughly fucked me in the shower, we had breakfast, and then he spread me out on the island and ate me for dessert.
He smiles and licks his lips. I blush because I’m sure they still taste like me.
“Thank you,” he says as he kisses my forehead.
“For what?”
“For letting me in.”
That one sentence carries so much meaning that all I can do is nod. He’s the one who let me in. He risked a lot by coming here, broke just as many promises, and now, as hard as it is, it’s time to say good-bye.
I show him to the patio door, the same way he came in, and just as he kisses my lips one last time, Cannon walks through the front door. West’s eyes grow wide when he realizes what’s happening and how close we are to getting caught.
“Piper? You home?” Cannon yells from upstairs.
Go, West mouths.
Torn between kissing him one more time and running upstairs, I chance another peck before I turn my back on West. And then I bound up the stairs, unprepared for the onslaught of questions about whom I had breakfast with this morning and why there are still dishes on the counter. Proof that I didn’t eat alone.
But Cannon’s not in the kitchen when I get to the top of the stairs. He’s in the bedroom, changing his clothes.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I have to run to the courthouse. I needed something dressier.” He chucks his pants and dress shirt into the hamper and chooses a new outfit—another white dress shirt and black pants. The only thing different is the suit jacket he throws over the top.
I’ve seen him wear the exact outfit he took off to the courthouse before. Why it’s not good enough today, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t make sense. I don’t ask questions like I should though. Instead, I just feel like a hypocrite because I have no room to talk. I’m the one who had sex with another man in our shower, on our counter, and then kissed him with my husband only a flight of stairs away.
God, what am I doing?
Cannon’s so preoccupied with his day, he barely looks at me, doesn’t try to kiss me, and then he’s running out the door again, still tucking his shirt into his pants.
I should be glad I’m off the hook, that there was no painful or uncomfortable confrontation I was forced to lie through, but I’m not. I’m sad. Sad that we’re still in two different worlds that no longer revolve around each other. He used to be so in tune to my body that he’d have noticed my flushed skin or how dilated my pupils still are from West making me orgasm so many times. Now, he has his work and whatever it is he’s doing. And I have West, my own secret.
My phone vibrates, and I stare at it.
West: You okay?
Piper: He left.
Instead of replying in a text, my phone rings. West’s never called me before, and I stare at the screen, unsure of if I should answer it. Then, I realize how stupid I’m being. He was just inside me, so of course, I can take his call.
“Piper?” he asks when I say nothing.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Nothing. Maybe everything.” My head’s spinning; that’s all I know.
My husband just came home, changed clothes, and ran out the door. Nothing about that is normal. Usually, I’m at work, so maybe he’s done this before. But he didn’t touch me, and our eyes never connected; that’s the exact opposite of how my husband typically operates.
“Why?” West asks. “Did he say something?”
“No, nothing. He just changed and left.”
Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, but I go to his closet and open his hamper. I don’t know what I’m looking for. Actually, I do. I pull out his dress shirt and check the collar for lipstick. Of course, there’s nothing there, and I feel foolish for even looking. It smells like him and the cologne I got him for Christmas.
I empty the rest of his clothes into a wash basket, checking the pockets for any loose change. The least I can do is throw a load of clothes in the washer.
West sighs and says, “Okay, good. That was a close one.”
It was close, and maybe if Cannon hadn’t been in such a hurry, he would have noticed that I had company or that I was wearing very little.
And then I shove my hand in Cannon’s dress pants pocket. The second my fingers make contact, I know. Before I even pull it out, my heart feels it.
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sp; A torn condom wrapper and another unused one.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “West, is Tilly home?”
West is breathing hard into the receiver, so I know he’s running home still. Chances are, Tilly’s going to have questions if she’s been waiting for him. Our runs never last this long. But, if he’s worried about being late, he doesn’t say anything.
“I’m just getting back, but I doubt she’ll be out of bed yet.”
With Cannon’s pants still in my hand, I slide down the wall until my butt hits the floor. “I think we have a problem,” I tell him.
“What kind of problem?”
Is it a problem?
“Maybe it’s more of a situation. Or a taste of our own medicine.”
“Piper, tell me what the hell is going on.”
There’s no easy way to say it, so I just spit it out, “I think Cannon just had sex with Tilly.”
I expect a pause, maybe even a little anger, but all West says is, “He doesn’t know where we live, does he?”
“I didn’t think so. But, if Tilly’s still at home, he definitely does.”
“How do you know?”
My hand is still shaking with the proof in my palm. “Because there’s a condom wrapper in his pants, the ones he just changed out of.”
West is quiet for a minute, and then he lets out a deep breath. I’m sure he’s just as surprised as I am. But how can we confront them when we’ve been doing the exact same thing? This morning, we literally swapped houses and fucked each other.
“Let me call you back,” he whispers. “She’s in bed.”
A little piece of me hates that he’s home with his wife, that she gets both Cannon and West, and that he might climb back into bed with Tilly after he just had me.
I should be freaking out that Cannon was just with Tilly behind my back, but I’m jealous. I get how hard it is to deny yourself something you want so badly. But I didn’t think Cannon was that into Tilly.
I’ve been wrong before.
I’ve been wrong about swinging.
I thought I could keep my feelings separate from the sex.
I can’t.
I need West too much. For the very first time, that admission doesn’t terrify me.