What Piper Needs (14 page)

“Hold it right there.” Piper held up her hand. “Don’t take one more step. You have to be completely naked before you can touch me.”

“Is that an order?” He stopped, sliding his shirt off.

“You betcha, big boy. This is
my
night. And after you’re naked, I want you on that”—she gestured toward the couch—“then I will feed you from this bowl”—she reached over and plucked a bowl off the counter—“and this glass.” She moved to the bucket and lifted the bottle out of the ice and poured some bubbly into a glass.

He watched the champagne foam up as he unzipped his pants.

“I’m in,” he told her. “But can I get a kiss first?”

“Sure,” she said, moving toward him seductively, a glass in hand. “When you’re naked.” She didn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped.

Once he was done, she walked over and pressed herself against him, angling her head up. As he leaned down, she brought the glass up in between them and took a long swallow, then licked her lips slowly.

“Christ. Can you feel that?” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against his hardness.

“Yes,” she whispered. “And it feels mighty nice.”

He finally slanted his lips over hers, his tongue plunging quickly, tasting the champagne. He wanted to consume her right then and there.

When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. Piper handed him the glass of champagne. Then she turned and strode back to the bar to grab the bowl and pour another glass of bubbly.

Her ass was fully exposed. It was off the charts.

Straps of some kind went around her cheeks, making them sit plump and high. “Fucking A, Piper. Your ass in that thing is unreal.” He stroked his dick as he sat on the couch, but he had to be careful. A few pulls, and it would all be over.

She sat next to him with her own glass, setting the bowl between them. “This couch is hard as a box of rocks,” she said, “but it’ll work for all my nefarious purposes.” She plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry out of the bowl and held it up.

“I couldn’t give a shit how it feels. I’m much more interested in the view.” He opened his mouth and took a bite of the proffered fruit. It tasted like heaven. Piper knew they were one of his all-time favorites. These were gourmet, too. Big, covered in rich milk chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate. “That outfit is amazing,” he said after he swallowed. “It makes me want to lick every part of your body, starting with the creamy white part that’s spilling out right in front of me.”

Piper bent over to oblige him, and he ran his tongue along the top of one breast. She pulled away much too quickly for his liking. “That’s all you’re going to get until we get in the bedroom.” She fed him the rest of the strawberry.

When he was done, he took a sip of his champagne. “I’m totally ready to head into the bedroom now if you want.” He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock. He’d said it only half-jokingly, because it felt nice to be sitting here naked on the couch with his wife.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting what you want that easily,” she answered with a sly grin. “I need you a little drunker for what’s about to go down in there, so go ahead and imbibe.” She nodded at his glass. “And you’re going to have to remember—this is my night, my fantasy. We agreed to try anything once.”

“You don’t have to remind me,” Michael answered, taking a drink. “I’m up for anything and everything you can possibly dish out. Nothing scares me, least of all sex with you.” He let his eyes close for a moment as he remembered what Beth had said to him outside the library and wondered if Piper would ever be turned on by another woman. He opened his eyes as he took another drink of champagne. “Seriously, whatever you have up your nonexistent sleeve is fine by me.”

Piper put her red lips around a strawberry and bit down. “I’ll remind you of that when we’re
ass
deep.” Before he could respond, she slid off the couch and went over to grab the champagne bottle, sauntering back to the couch.

Damn, that outfit was off the CHARTS.

She refilled his glass. “Drink up, big guy. I want you saucy and smooth.”

He took a long swallow and laid his head back, still gripping his dick. No more stroking, or he’d come. The room was dark, warm, lit only by candles. “Did you say smooth? I haven’t shaved recently.” He was referring to the area around his cock. “I didn’t get the memo.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Piper giggled. “I like you manly.” She took another strawberry off the plate. “I meant smooth in the bedroom.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not always smooth—”

Piper dipped one side of her corset down and offered him a taste of a strawberry, and then her nipple.

Michael groaned as he took a bite and then sucked, eliciting a moan from Piper.

Her hand dove into his hair. He blindly set his drink down on the table next to him and grabbed on to her hips, lifting her into his lap while he was still latched on to her hard peak.

She tasted so good, like honey and cream.

He angled his head to get better access, not letting go for a second. He didn’t want her to tell him no as his hands snaked down to her ass. He grasped it firmly, kneading her into him and groaned again.

She bent down and whispered into his ear, “My outfit is crotchless.” She edged herself back, staying on his lap, but breaking his contact with her nipple. Before he could complain, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly peeled the material down to unveil the other breast.

Michael’s erection throbbed under her thigh.

It took everything he had to keep still.

He knew she was planning something in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to preempt it. The thing Brad had said about nothing being sweeter than waiting to come filled his brain, and he held on to that like a lifeline.

It was going to be his new fucking motto.

Piper began to grind against him as he took her other peak into his mouth. “I want you so bad,” he said, trying not to sound too needy. “You’re so sexy.”

After a few more wonderful moments, she drew back. “This wasn’t part of my plan. You know how to make a girl forget herself, Michael Collins,” she scolded. “But, goddamn it, I want to fuck you so bad, too.”

She sighed as she lifted herself off of him and stood.

Then she picked up her glass and filled it, downing the entire thing in one go. “Finish yours”—she nodded to his glass on the table—“then you get to go into the room where orgasms are made.”

He picked up his glass and drained it immediately. “Do I get any hints?”

“Absolutely not.” She refilled his glass, upending the bottle and emptying it. Her breasts were still exposed, and they bobbed deliciously as she moved.

“Have I told you lately that you have great tits?”

She smiled. “You haven’t in a while, but I know you love them. They’re small, but perky.”

“They’re not small at all. They’re more than a handful, and in that outfit they look ten times bigger.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “So you’re saying I should wear this kind of thing more often? Maybe while I’m making dinner?”

He stood and walked toward her, grinning. “That’s not such a bad idea. I could totally get into eating
out
more at home. You don’t cook nearly enough.”

“I don’t cook at all. But I’ll have to make a note to buy more of these outfits since you’re so fond of them.”

When he reached her, he used his tongue to trace the tops of both breasts. “I like naked just fine, but this is something sweet.”

She took the empty glass out of his hand and returned it to the bar. Then she bent over, opened the minifridge, and took out a jar of something. “Come with me, big boy. It’s time for the fun to begin.”

He followed, no questions asked.

13

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P
iper set the honey she’d just grabbed out of the fridge on the bedside table. She’d left the strap-on in the adjoining bathroom. She wanted Michael buzzed and completely ready for anything before she let him see it.

“What’ve you got there?” he asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, kissing her neck.

She turned in his arms, stringing her hands along his shoulders and pressing her bare breasts into his chest. “I have some more sweetness for you.” She laughed.

He glanced over her shoulder. “Honey
and
chocolate-covered strawberries? Two of my favorite things.” His tongue found its way back to her collarbone. “I’m a lucky man.”

“I know how you tick, baby. All I need now is some crème brûlée, and we’re all set.”

“We can always order that when we’re done.”

He kissed her.

It took her breath away for a moment, but she didn’t want to lose track like she had in the living room. Michael was just too sexy. All she wanted was his mouth all over her. “My thoughts exactly.” She stepped back, turning him around and backing him onto the bed.

He lay down on the sheets, and once he was organized, she climbed on top, straddling him.

“So who gets to taste the sweetness first?” Michael asked, his hands stroking their way up her corset.

Piper leaned over and grabbed the honey off the bedside stand.

Honey was sticky, so its use would be minimal, but she had no fear that every last drop would be licked away by her hungry husband. Michael had honey on his toast nearly every morning. He liked it on ice cream and cereal.

This man adored his honey.

“You’ve already had some tastes. Now it’s my turn,” Piper said. “But before we start, how do you feel about being…tied up?” While she waited for him to respond, she placed a dot of honey on his pec, right above his nipple. Then she bent over and lapped at it, smearing it around before closing her lips around his peak and sucking.

Michael’s hands plowed through her hair. “
Oh
, fuck,” he gasped. “That’s good. Tied up, huh? Anything sounds good to me right now. Do your worst.”

Piper sat up, grinning. She put the honey down. Then she opened the drawer next to the bed and took out two pairs of handcuffs. The saleswoman had tried to get her to buy padded pink ones, but she’d told her hell no. If she was going to use them, she wanted them to at least mimic the real thing.

She dangled them in front of Michael’s face and grinned. “Unfortunately, this bed is too modern. The headboard is inconveniently bolted to the wall, so I had to improvise. I tied some strips of material to the legs of the bed and brought them up here. I’m going to attach the cuffs to those. I think that’ll hold if you don’t squirm too much. Give me one of your hands.”

Michael raised a wrist. Piper had to close her eyes for a moment as tingles of anticipation raced through her, all her nerve endings sparking at once.

This was going to be so
good
. She could feel it.

She slid one cuff around his wrist and clipped it shut. It wasn’t as heavy as she imagined a real one would be, but it still had weight. She leaned over and attached it to the material. After dismissing the idea of cutting up a pillowcase after she arrived, she’d run back out to the fabric store, but the trip had clearly been worth it.

As she arched over Michael’s head to secure his other hand, he latched on to a nipple.

Instead of pulling back, she dipped lower and rubbed her breast into him as she secured the cuff to his wrist and then the loop. She lifted her chest slowly and eased it back down, Michael’s lips never breaking their seal. She loved a good titty suck.

With regret, she pulled back.

He unlatched with a pop, groaning.

“There you go,” she said. “How do they feel?”

Michael tested the restraints. They didn’t give very much. “They’re secure. I can’t move my arms.” His voice turned gruff as he said, “Even without honey, you taste so sweet. I’m fairly certain that’s why I developed a love for the product in the first place.” As he said it, he lifted his hips and rocked his erection against her ass. “More, please.”

“I’m ready to give you more,” Piper told him, smiling down at her handsome husband. “My plan is to sit on your mouth.” She grinned wickedly. “But first”—she plucked the honey off the bed stand—“I’m going to rub my clit with this, and you’re going to watch.”

Michael tossed his head from side to side and yelled so loudly Piper knew that if there were people in the room next door, they totally heard him. He sounded like a wounded animal, and it made her shiver.

Piper scooted back a little, so he could have a full view.

His head was propped up by a pillow. His eyes were lidded, but he watched her like a hawk.

Very laboriously, she beaded a line of honey along the top of her index finger. She popped the lid and tossed the honey on the coverlet. “You want this, right?” she teased, waving her finger at him. “You want me to put it here?” She brought her hand down and gestured below her beltline, hovering her finger inches away.

“
Yes
.” Michael visibly hummed with need. “I want you to fucking put it there.”

Piper placed her finger on her clit and rubbed. “
Ahh
,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”