by Tia Siren
I decided to visit Piper at her home. Her place of work would draw too much attention to both of us. She’d feel safer at home, and I needed her to be calm. Or as calm as possible, considering how weird this situation was.
I entered Piper’s apartment building. She lived on the second floor of an old brownstone which had been converted into apartments. I climbed the stairs. The wooden steps creaked beneath my feet, sounding loud in the silence. The second-floor hallway gave no indication of who lived behind the closed doors.
I took a few deep breaths and knocked on Piper’s door. She opened the door and peered at me over the security chain. She looked shocked to see me. I said nothing and shot her a half-smile.
Piper’s mood changed instantly. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked. “How the hell did you find me?”
She was angry and freaked out that I’d found out where she lived. She probably thought I’d turned into a stalker overnight like some kind of weirdo. It was nothing like that. I just wanted to speak to her.
Come on Piper, let me in. I’m not all bad.
“I have my ways,” I replied. “Don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.” I grinned slightly, hoping to change her mood.
Her apartment was the only one upstairs, but it would be better if she let me inside. There was no way we could have a decent conversation this way. Not while she cowered behind the door and looked over a security chain.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“I shouldn’t let you,” she said. “But since you’re here, I guess you can come in.” She removed the security chain from the door and let me in her apartment.
It was obvious an interior designer lived here. Her place looked amazing. The walls had beautiful lines, and spotlights highlighted the many details perfectly. It had a warm, vibrant feel. Her design style reminded me of her personality. The tiny accents on the doors and door frames elevated them somehow, taking them from the nineteen twenties and melding them with a twenty-first century sensibility.
Design books and magazines filled the bookshelves. Obviously, she used these to inspire her in her work. The walls were an off-cream white, and numerous paintings hung on the walls by an artist called J. Larson, who I’d never heard of. They were rather abstract and probably not to everyone’s taste. They had a wild, manic style that really made them eye-catching. If the artist wasn’t already famous, it would only be a matter of time.
“Who is this artist?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
“My best friend, Jules,” Piper said. “I met her at art school a couple of years after you left for college. She’s been with me through thick and thin, unlike some people I won’t mention. She warned me about all the Baby Maker shit. God, I should’ve listened and stayed away.” She sat on the couch with anger in her eyes.
“You knew who I was, didn’t you?” she asked. “From the moment you saw my picture in the email, you had to know it was me, and you still turned up to meet me.”
“That’s true. I saw your picture, and I had to see you. Nothing could have kept me from seeing you again. Christ, all those years apart drove me crazy.”
“How did you think I would react? Finding out that you’re the Baby Maker? Didn’t you know the shit storm it would cause? I mean, look at us now!”
“I was excited to see you,” I said, trying to justify my behavior. “I dropped all my plans to be there. I even showed up early so I could see you arrive.”
“And that makes it all right, does it?” she asked, super pissed. “You turn up early and cancel some plans? Plans to fuck other women, probably. You think that puts you in the clear?”
“I came here to make things right,” I said. “I‘m eternally sorry how things went between us. And I don’t want to stop you from having a child, if that’s what you still want to do. Don’t let me ruin your life. I can’t be the one who robs you of her dreams, just because of something that happened so long ago.”
“It all seems very easy for you, doesn’t it? Really? Goodness, a few words and everything just turns out right. Well, times have changed, and it’s not like that anymore! And for your information, I‘m not like that anymore.”
“Please, just let me help you,” I said desperately. “Then you can have what you want in life. You can move on and have the kid you always wanted.”
“And why would I let you help me?” Piper hissed. “So you can sow your seed another time and satisfy your urges? The ones you’ve had for the last ten years? Then on top of all that, you could make some money off of me?”
I lost myself in Piper’s eyes. “I’m sorry, but you have it all wrong. Not a penny goes to me. Every single cent goes to charity. To an orphanage, in case you’re curious. This was never a money-making venture. It was all about helping women and giving them something they desired.”
I waited for Piper to respond, but she sat in silence and stared at me. She shook her head in disbelief.
“If you want my assistance, I’ll waive any charges. I just want you back in my life. Piper, I’ve wasted ten years, and now I don’t want to waste this golden opportunity.”
Piper listened thoughtfully. “Back in your life,” she said. “What, for four months? And at one session per month? That equates to, um, not a fucking lot of time. Geez, maybe ten hours or so? And what happens if I don’t get pregnant during the four months? What then?”
“Then we try for as long as it takes. I‘m happy for every single second I can spend with you. Something is better than nothing. Those brief moments would mean more than time to me.”
I moved closer to her on the couch. I’d missed Piper over the years, and I wanted her to be close to me. I inched closer and put my hand on her cheek. My fingers ran over her soft, velvety skin. Her blue eyes pierced my soul, just like they did in school.
“Piper, I’ve missed you so much,” I said. “Ten years. That’s a whole decade thinking of you.”
Piper started to lean toward me. I could feel her warm breath on my face. The touch of her soft cheek under my fingers.
Fuck, she feels like it was only yesterday…
Piper leaned into me. If things went the way I thought they would, this would be one of the few times I’d had sex that wasn’t part of an arrangement or contract. Piper was worth so much more. I had thrown the rule book, my rule book, out the window for her. Piper had her own rules. All the other ones were worth breaking.
Piper leaned further into me and gently closed her eyes. This was the moment I’d dreamed of for ten years. I leaned in, too, and placed my lips on hers. The smell of her hair enveloped me, and the heat from her full lips came over my whole body. I’d waited so long to feel this again.
Her tender lips brought all the memories flooding back. The atmosphere was electric, and I was easily aroused. I ran my fingers through her auburn hair. I pushed it from her shoulder and softly kissed her neck. Piper tilted her head to the side in acceptance of my tender kiss.
Damn, I’m still more than in love with her…
I ran my tongue over her soft skin, and she moaned. The taste of her body was just as I remembered. She cooed softly into my ear. Our embrace became closer and tighter. I wrapped Piper in my arms and pulled her deep into my chest. Her breasts pushed against me. Her breathing became deeper and more defined. It was sublime.
Piper opened her bright, blue eyes and gazed deeply into mine. She bit her bottom lip. Her fingers ran down my shirt. I was taken by her and could still see the girl I left broken so many years ago. I’d been a damned fool. It would have been easy for me to just go back to her, but by then, things had gotten out of control. Then, the urgency of seeing her had faded with each passing day. That memory lingered inside my lonely heart.
Piper held her hand out to me. I took hold of her fingers and I stood. Piper led me towards her bedroom.
“Come on, Evan. We’ve waited long enough.”
There is a God. Amen.
Chapter 12
Piper
I took Evan by
the hand and led him toward my bedroom. All the fibers of my body screamed for me not to do it. The problem was, this was Evan, not just any guy. If it was anyone else, I could cast him aside without a second thought.
I admired how Evan turned out. He looked similar to how he used to, but the total package had improved significantly. The way his clothes hung from him showed off his well-defined body. He took care of himself. Even his five o’clock shadow looked as if it had been perfectly trimmed. He looked like a model.
Evan intimidated me. I wasn’t sure how to continue. It had been a long time since I had sex, and now I was faced with the man of my dreams, the perfect Evan.
He must be super experienced after all those women.
“I’m slightly nervous,” Evan murmured. He began to unbutton my blouse.
“Not as nervous as me,” I said. “It’s been a long time.”
I pulled at the buttons on Evan’s shirt. He was so sexy that my pussy was already aroused. I ran my fingers over his defined chest. The muscles rippled under my soft touch. Evan looked down at me and slipped my blouse from my shoulders. Next, he removed his shirt, and his god-like body just oozed with sex appeal. Just like when we were in school.
I pulled at the zipper on my skirt. Evan unfastened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. The bulge in his shorts caught my attention. I stood face-to-face with the Baby Maker.
I stood in my bra and panties, and my body trembled slightly. I was inches away from Evan, and I could feel the warmth from his body embrace me. He placed his hands on my arms and gently ran them up toward my shoulder. Then he reached around my back. He fumbled with the clasp on my bra, and it fell away, exposing my breasts to him.
“You have turned into a remarkable woman, Piper,” he whispered. He caressed my breasts. His touch was heaven. “I love the way you look. It’s been a part of my fantasies more times than I care to admit now.”
I slipped my fingers inside the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down toward the floor. I marveled at the size of his cock. He had really filled out since I’d last seen him naked like this.
Evan lifted me and placed me on the bed. I lay with my hair cascading over the pillow above me. I marveled at Evan’s muscles. He laid at my side and ran his fingers across my silken body. He cupped my breasts and rubbed his thumb against my nipples. They budded from his warm, sensual touch. He leaned into my body, and his tongue darted across the tip of my nipple. Then his large hand squeezed my breast, his mouth enveloped my whole nipple, and he sucked on me. His tongue flicked my nipple. The warmth of his mouth spread into my body. He lit me on fire, and he hadn’t even entered me yet.
“Oh, Evan. I’ve missed you. You know where all my spots are.”
I ran my hand through his cropped hair. His hand caressed me, and I raised my belly up to his manly touch. He placed his hand on my leg and ran his fingers up my inner thigh.
My mind drifted back to how we met again after all these years. Things had gone wrong for the second time, but he was here with me now, where he should have been for all these years. It was the only thing that mattered to me at this very moment. Evan had come home to me, even if it was just for a limited time.
He was perfection again, but better. Evan ran his tongue over my breast and down the curves of my body toward my sex. I arched my back and could feel my pussy moist and ready for him. His fingers brushed up my thigh, and he reveled in the soft, velvety skin of my wanting pussy.
I sighed with excitement and ran my hands across his broad back. Oh God, his tongue ran down my belly. He kissed me, and his head moved closer to the warmth of my pussy.
Evan had taken my virginity all those years ago. The experience had been mind-blowing. I still believed it was the main reason we had something truly magical between us. Our relationship had gotten better and better until he’d left for college.
I was so nervous, I felt like he was going to take my virginity again. But under his touch, I felt both wanted and safe. All my emotions were invested again, and all the other things a woman intends to feel from their dream man were there.
Evan’s head dipped lower. His tongue brushed over my warm pussy lips. I bit my bottom lip and took hold of my breasts. I squeezed and teased my nipples. Evan ran his tongue over and inside my desire. He lay between my legs and placed his thumbs against the soft skin. He spread me open and flicked his tongue on my already throbbing clit.
I wriggled my hips and pushed his head into me. His tongue slid inside me, and I squirmed in ecstasy. His thumbs opened me, and I moved my hips down to his breathless face. Evan darted his tongue in and out of my wetness, and I felt the warmth build up inside me.
“Evan,” I whispered and pulled on his arms.
Evan lifted his head from my pussy and rolled on his back. I kissed him passionately and tasted my juices on his sweet mouth. I ran my hands over his rippled chest and stomach, then ran my tongue over his abs. My head lowered, and I eyed his cock, already hard and huge for me.
My fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, and my tongue danced over the slit in his head. Evan murmured my name and raised his head to watch me take it fully in the warmth of my mouth.
“God, Piper. Fuck that feels good.” He placed his head back on the pillow.
His huge cock stood before me. I grasped the head of it and sucked hard. Then, I slowly slid my hot, wet mouth down the length of him. My head bobbed slowly, and he filled my mouth. It touched the back of my throat, arousing me. My mouth spread wide, and I swallowed him deeply. I’d wanted it for so long.
I bobbed my head quicker and faster. Evan’s shaft thrust deeper inside my mouth. I took him in, and he groaned. I tightened my lips and sucked harder. He moaned loudly, like he’d been touched for the first time.
I slowly lifted my head from his erection. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his shaft and began to stroke him. My breathing quickened. I knelt beside him and rested my hand on his chest. His finger slid into my wetness, and he drove me wild. His fingers probed deep inside me, and I moaned loud. I gyrated my hips as Evan’s finger fucked me. I bowed my head and my hair cascaded over his body. I felt like a princess being taken by a knight. I grip his hard cock and caress it. The warmth made me want to sit on it. Evan lifted his hips and fucked my hand with his strokes. His cock stood hard and proud, tempting me.
Ten fucking years you have waited for this.
I wanted Evan to take me. I wanted him to fuck me like he used to. I wanted my body set on fire by him.
“Evan, take me, make love to me, fuck me.”
My clean cotton sheets had quickly become a crumpled mess. The duvet had been kicked to the floor, and the pillows had been scattered around the bed. I rolled onto my back and watch Evan. I wanted to look into his eyes as he comes inside me. I wanted to see his expression while his body released everything inside me, and see if he is telling the truth during that moment of innocence.
I rested my head on a pillow and looked at Evan. I ran my hands inside my thighs and spread my pussy; I offered myself to his manliness. We’d both had our inner animals caged within us for so long. He knelt before me and held his massive cock in his hand, my pussy wanting and waiting for him to take me entirely.
I licked my lips. I waited for the sexual animal to pounce and caress my pussy, fueled by my desire. Evan rubbed the head of his cock against my lips in lust, and my clitoris throbbed. I pushed my hips forward, desperate for his dick to fill me.
He supported himself over me, and his cock began to slide into me. Then slowly, he gently lowered himself deeper inside. I sighed with a deep breath. He filled my pussy well. His hot erection stretched me to the extreme with a warmth I’d longed for.
I grabbed the bedsheets and tugged at them. My pussy screamed, and the flames of passion burst into a roaring inferno. He thrust harder and faster. I threw my arms around him. My nails dug into his skin, and I pulled him closer to my body in awe of the passion that overcame him.
The fire inside him delved harder, and
my passion began to take control of my body. I raised my legs, wrapped them around his body, and gripped him tight. I pulled him close and looked deep into his beautiful bedroom eyes.
Evan drove himself deeper into me and groaned. He rammed into my body, and my wetness slapped against his thrusting hips. I could feel him bringing me close to my moment. He rammed with furor, setting my sex on fire. My body warmed and my back arched. I was reaching the final crescendo point of no return. This orgasm had been ten years in the making. Evan thrust harder and faster. I gripped him with my legs and looked deeply into his eyes.
His face contorted, and he thrust shorter and faster. He released himself deep inside me with a quiver. My hips thrust forward, and my pussy let go, my body awash with the warmth flooding from deep within me. I was still in love with him.
I pulled Evan close to me and placed my lips on his. I kissed him deeply and hugged him tightly. Our bodies slumped, relaxed from our lovemaking. My mind cast back to how it used to be. The magic had returned, and I found I was satisfied beyond anything I had expected.
Piper, he does this with all his clients. He comes and goes. You are a silly girl.
I mentally slapped myself, and the reality of it all kicked in. This was Evan’s career choice, and he did this with every woman he serviced. I shouldn’t kid myself; there would be more after me. If he continued, there would be countless others in exactly the same position. And they would scream and squirm like me as his cock spread his seed into the world.
We laid on the bed and Evan said something I didn’t expect to hear.
“Piper, we have a lot to discuss, and I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tomorrow?” he asked.
This couldn’t be a part of his contract. It seemed he’d broken one of his own rules. So how many would he be willing to break?
Jules would tell you not to go. Listen to her. Don’t be a fool.