Piper Dreams: Dream it, Seize it, Live it. (Dreams Series Book 1)

by Duncan, Amélie S.

  “Yes,” I said. He kissed me, and I lay back and he spread my legs as he moved between them. Positioning his cock at my entrance, he pushed inside of me. The bliss expanded with each rotation of his hips. He was being careful, but I wanted more and thrust my hips up taking more of his length inside of me. And wow. The feeling was so overwhelming we were both crying out until Brody stopped his carefulness and thrust in all the way to the hilt.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  Fuck was right. I whimpered at the sudden fullness. His cock was growing, expanding and filling every corner of my walls, with him. But the bliss was much more than the pain as he stretched inside me.

  “You alright?” he asked.

  “Yes, please don’t stop,” I hissed. So he didn’t. He rotated and swiveled his hips. Rousting sparks of sensation on each exquisite rotation of his cock that had me quivering and calling out his name in sheer bliss. Sweat broke out over our bodies he kissed me deeply. The sound of the wet glide of our bodies moving rhythmically against each other filled my ears as he continued to fuck me slow and deep.

  “Brody, please.” Our gazes met, and our connection flared.

  “Yes. Come,” Brody commanded. His pace picked up as he switched to short, hard thrusts that pushed me right over and I came. Convulsing in his grip.

  “Oh, Fuck,” Brody grunted. He let go as my pussy clamped around him, milking every last drop of his cum. As we came down, I held on tight to his neck, not wanting him to release me. I wanted him to stay inside me as long as he could.

  “I’m right here, Sprite,” he soothed as he stretched out above me, letting his weight deliciously rest on top of me. I wrapped myself around him and held him tight in blissful contentment.

  “PIPER, I’M CRUSHING you,” I told her.

  “I don’t care,” she said and tightened her arms and legs around my body, trying to keep me there.

  I could have easily broken away and flipped her over, but I was enjoying her playfulness and feeling her soft body beneath me. I tilted my head down to look at her face. And there it was, her beautiful smile. It came back after I hurt her. I didn’t set out to hurt her, but I did. She hadn’t been in my life long but had somehow gotten under my skin and made me care. God help her. God help me. I was too weak to stay away. And I didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t want to think about it right now. I wanted to keep the smile on her face for as long as we had together.

  She wiggled underneath me, pressing her pussy into my cock, making me hard again. Fuck. I looked down at her. She was always beautiful, but she was stunning when aroused. Her face flushed, and pupils dilated. Her swollen lips parted as she took in air. She was ready to go again, and I wouldn’t deny her. I teased her by sliding my cock against her pussy, coating it with her wetness, and my cum. She let out a sexy moan that had me hot to get back inside of her. I moved my hips, back and thrust in deep, and, Oh Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled. The feeling of being bare inside her was fucking sunshine. Yeah. I didn’t want to move, just stay there and bask in it as she gripped me just right. But Piper was a firecracker and lifted her hips, forcing me deeper. She had me close to coming. Hell, I either moved or embarrassed myself. I had pride, so I ground my dick in.

  “Oh, Brody, God,” she yelled out.

  I chuckled. “Just Brody, Sprite,” I told her. It was just me; Brody, a simple man living a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

  She clasped my face. “Stay with me.”

  I gave her a rueful smile. “I’m here.” I pressed my lips to hers and sucked on the bottom one as I started pumping her pussy.

  “So fucking good,” I growled.

  She moaned, and I felt the grip on my cock and fucked her faster. Her tits bouncing had me pausing to give them the attention they truly deserved. I moaned as I buried my face between them and sucked on her tight nipples. She clutched my head as she panted. So fucking sexy. I was close.

  “Come with me,” I grunted.

  Lifting her leg up to my shoulder, I slammed my cock in and out of her, fast. My balls, slapping against her pussy until she came, screaming my name. Yes! I fought through her swollen walls to fuck her more, but her pussy was sucking so hard on my cock that I let the bliss take over as I joined her. This time, I didn’t wait and pulled out and stretched down on my back next to her. She turned to look at me, and I held in my laugh. She had a goofy sweaty smile on her face—pleasure drunk as we worked to calm our breathing. She snuggled up next to me. I’d surprised the hell out of myself and opened my arm so she could get closer. And she did by placing her head on my chest. I sighed. I knew it was the right move. I wouldn’t be a bastard when I knew she needed to be held. The more I held her, the more I realized she wasn’t the only one. I needed it too. We were quite the tragic pair.

  I must have drifted off because I found her shaking me. Her brows puckered.

  “Do you need to call Seren?” she asked.

  I sighed. Seren. Yes. I needed to go back.

  “I understand. You should go,” she lowered her eyelids in a poor attempt to hide what she was feeling. I didn’t want to leave her alone. So I surprised myself again. I was throwing away all sense now. I didn’t want to think. I wanted her in my bed in my arms, all night. “Pack up. You’re moving to my room.”

  “Brody. You sure? But I paid for the night. I’ll stay,” she stuttered.

  I could have made them refund her money or paid for her room, but Piper had pride and I didn’t want to take that away from her. “I want you in my bed,” I said simply.

  That had her smiling. She didn’t say any more. I think we both liked not saying more. We didn’t want to ruin the good that this was giving us.

  She moved to get up, but I was still hungry for her. I spread her legs again and looked at her pussy, and my cock stiffened. Her limbs went jittery. She was playing shy now.

  “Seen enough?” she asked.

  I smiled broadly. “Hell, no.” I don’t think I’d ever see enough of her pussy. I ran my knuckle over the top. She was smooth and bare to the touch. I let my thumb stroke over her clit, and she writhed. Bending my head in and dragging my tongue through her soaking slit. It made my cock swell to taste the mix of our juices inside her. I wanted her to stay that way. I wanted to smell and taste me all over her. I wanted every bit of her to be a part of me and this night. Stay mine.

  “Brody,” she protested trying to move away from me. A blush, creeping up her cheeks. “I mean you came, I came . . .” But she still had her legs open for me, she wanted me to eat her again, but she was all shy about it.

  “I don’t care,’ I said.

  She was still keeping her legs open and not stopping me. She couldn’t stop me. I went back in, drawing on her puffy clit and she moaned. I licked and flicked my tongue as she shook and panted. My dick was aching at the way she let herself go in pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to gush for me as she rode my face. I drew it out for her by lapping and sucking her good. I needed her nice and soft to take my cock again. I wasn’t little, and I didn’t want her too sore that I’d have to wait to take her again. She rose up and looked at my cock. Piper had other ideas and was on her knees taking me in and sucking me down her throat. Damn she was good at this, not that I wanted to know how she got there, but I was enjoying it. I wrapped my hands in her long hair and worked my hips as she took my rhythm. Grabbing my ass as she sucked me deep, trying to devour me. She was a wild one. My Sprite.

  I fucked her mouth, and she swallowed me down, sucking my dick so good it didn’t take long before I was coming in her mouth. She drank every drop of my cum, and even licked over the shaft, cleaning me up. I pulled her up and kissed her. She was trying hard to please me. Showing me how much she wanted me, and damn did I ever want her.

  We broke apart, and Piper got up and started packing her stuff up. I dressed, and we got out of there and dropped off her room key at the office, before making our way back to the cabin, I was sharing with Seren.

  The lights w
ere on when we arrived. And sure enough, Seren was sitting on the couch in jammies watching a movie. We looked at each other, and a knowing smile spread across her face.

  “Eh, Piper. Toe curler?” she asked her.

  Piper’s face turned red, but she nodded. They giggled.

  My chest expanded. I’ll take that. “How are you feeling?” I asked Seren.

  “Not as good as you,” she winked at me. “Go on off to bed. The bar was boring. So I came back and watched movies,” she yawned.

  “You go to bed too,” I ordered.

  “Right after this is over, boss,” she said. Piper shifted on her feet. I took her hand and walked her into the room that was mine. It was like hers, with an extra chair and bigger bed. I sat down on the bed and stripped her down, and opened the covers. “Get in.”

  She climbed in, and I swatted her ass. It was just a tap, a test really.

  Piper giggled.

  Yep. She’d let me spank that ass while I fucked her.

  She propped herself up on her elbow. “Tell me your last name.”

  That question came out of left field, but I told her anyway. “Whitehurst.”

  “So where do you live when you’re not on the road?” she asked continuing her questions.

  My brow lifted. I got in and on my back. “I had . . . have, a home in Colorado.”

  “Oh,” she said, clearly disappointed.

  “Why do you ask?” I was curious.

  She twirled the end of her hair. “I was hoping you lived closer to Boston.”

  I smiled wistfully. “You want to take me to your dorm room?” I chuckled and took my clothes off. She didn’t join me in my laughter.

  “I’d cook you up a mean bowl of macaroni and cheese,” she said in a high voice. “So Colorado. You said you had. Do you still live there?”

  “The house is on the market. I’ve decided to sell it.”

  “Because of your ex?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.

  I groaned. “Seren has a big mouth, I see. Yeah. I want a fresh start, but on the West Coast.” Whatever we were doing, I didn’t want to lead her on. She looked sad now, and that bothered me.

  “Tell me about yourself. Tell me about your college program,” I said moving the hair away from her pretty face. She was all dreamy. Stars in her eyes as she spoke about her goals in journalism and traveling around the world. Listening and watching her, all I wanted to do was give her the world. I swallowed. But that wasn’t me. I couldn’t give her much. I was just a simple man.

  “After I establish myself. I’d like to have a family. Twins.”

  I think she said the last part to see if I was still listening. I was. “I hope you get what you want.”

  “I don’t know if I will become a global journalist. I was trying to get into a global program that came with funding that would help the rest of my two years and a recommendation for an advanced program. But my professor didn’t believe I was a good fit. He said I didn’t stand out. I was too ordinary.”

  “So you are out here bucket listing with us to prove something to him. He must be a blind son of a bitch. I’ve only spent a few days with you, and nothing about you is ordinary.”

  “Because I’m a weirdo?” she fished.

  “No. Because you’re unique. Incredibly brave and beautiful. Open minded, friendly . . . must I go on?” I said her smile, growing bigger with each compliment. Hell, I would say more if I could keep that happiness on her face. It was the kind that was infectious, consuming.

  “Yeah. I’m shameless,” she said. I grabbed her and tickled her stomach. She let out a scream and tried to get away, but I pinned her down and got a blast that shot through my chest as we gazed at each other. She was squirming again. She was killing me, but that didn’t stop me from taking her up on her quest.

  I grabbed her legs, put them on my shoulders and entered her again. Keeping a hard, quick pace as I rolled my hips just right. Watching every bit of pleasure cross her face. My mind, imprinting the memory. Something that was warming every corner of my being. Was it her beauty? Not only that. It was Piper. I slowed down and fucked her sweet until she climaxed, shaking in my arms. I didn’t try to hold out and came soon after too.

  I stretched out on the bed. And she moved in and poured herself against my body like she was the missing piece. And I turned off the light. After a short while, I gave myself to dreams of a life I couldn’t have with a woman so near, but so far, from my reach.

  I WOKE, FEELING like my body was inside a furnace and smiled. Brody held on to me like I was his favorite teddy bear. I hated to move out of his arms, but I needed to get up and get some writing in before we went back on the road today. I caressed the side of his gorgeous face and sighed. Last night was one I would be replaying over again in my rocking chair one day. Early morning too, when he woke me up to take me again. Nothing would ever compare to his showing up at my door. Or the way he made like to me. I couldn’t say the love word, but it was much more than fucking. He was a giving, sweet, loving man. I couldn’t help but be affected by last night. And I doubted anything would ever be the same again.

  And I need to write it all down now. Shimmying out from him as carefully as I could, I waited a few heartbeats to make sure he was still asleep before getting up. I collected my suitcase and carried it into the bathroom. I located my birth control pills and took one before removing my laptop and camera. Then I uploaded the photos from yesterday and wrote a blog entry before sending off the photos and link to the group. I smiled; it was all coming together. I was about to turn it off when an email came in. It was from my college, forwarded to my private message account. My heart accelerated.

  Subject: Advanced Global Journalism program. Two Spaces left.

  My heart felt like someone wrapped their hand around it and squeezed. Still, I read on.

  Dear Journalist,

  I have selected eight. Four of you are still out there trying for the last two spots. I wonder what your plans are for the summer. Send me a preliminary response of two sentences and I’ll let you know if you have piqued my interest enough to ask for more.

  Russ

  P.S. A newly discovered tribe and drug have been discovered on an island on the Southern tip of Argentina, previously thought to be, uninhabited. The preliminary reports claim the drug regenerates cells in the body. My group will be the first allowed outsiders. Now, that should turn you on.

  Russ

  The news definitely turned me on, but I wasn’t sure if what I had done or if the project would interest him. I wrote back:

  I’m on a cross-country trek with three biker babes. Breast cancer survivors in a quest to complete their bucket list. I’m documenting their travel.

  I pressed send. I took out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear for the day. As I was set to pack my laptop away, a response came in from Gilmore!

  Way to seize the day. I’m piqued, but make sure you’re in this story. Send me a preliminary report.

  I exhaled and smiled. Oh, I will, I thought and happy-danced a little. Once again I went back to putting my stuff away, when I was interrupted, this time by my phone. I checked the caller ID. Mom again? I groaned. I closed the bathroom door quietly as I could and answered. “Hello?”

  “Did I wake you? It’s practically noon.”

  Royce. My blood ran cold. “Why are you calling me from my mother’s phone?”

  “I’m using her phone because we both know you wouldn’t have answered if you knew it was me,” he answered.

  I pressed my lips together. He was right about that. “What do you want?”

  He tutted. “That’s no way to greet me or have you forgotten your mom thinks you’re with your loony Aunt in Los Gatos, not off with that thug biker. I’m the one holding the cards. So try again.”

  I grabbed a towel down and wrapped it around me. “Hello, Royce. Is there a reason you’re calling me today?”

  “That’s better. How are you?” He asked.

  “I’m fine,” I rep
lied.

  “Where are you?” he asked.

  “Upstate New York,” I said.

  “How are you doing for money?” he asked.

  What was this? I pushed my hair back. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

  “I’ve seen your account. You don’t have much. I’ve deposited some money there, and I told your mother, so don’t bother telling me you don’t need it. I’ve also told her you accepted my offer to give you an apartment next term.”

  I puckered my brows. “I prefer staying on campus. It keeps me in the midst of the studies, besides I might be in advance studies, and we will be planning for the learning abroad during the spring semester.”

  “If you’re on campus then where are you going to meet with me once a week?” his tone was casual, but I felt like I’d been stabbed in the stomach.

  “For what?” I asked coyly.

  “For the same thing you’re giving that biker for free. I expect you to be as good to me as you are to him,” he said in a low tone.

  “I . . . I can’t do that,” I stuttered.

  “Yes, you can and you will or you’ll lose everything. I guarantee that. But I know this is new and a little hard for you to come to terms with. So I will start easy, but we will start,” he said.

  “Why are you doing this? My mom loves you,” I said placing my hand over my mouth.

  “I love her, and she’s sweet and pleasing, but she’s older than what I usually go for. And when I saw you, I wanted you from the start, Piper, I’ve always wanted you,” he confessed.

  I felt the bile rising in my throat. “I can’t do this. I won’t.”

  “You will, but we’ll start slow. I’m patient. I won’t rush you. Now, I love looking at you, and you deprived me of that pleasure for this summer, so you will make it up to me. Today I want a photo of you,” he said.

  “I’m not giving you a nude photo,” I hissed.