What Piper Needs (23 page)

“I hope you find it, too,” Jace said. “Sexual harmony rocks.”

“I need to talk to her. I don’t think she understands that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy.”

“She’ll know once you tell her,” Jace said. Then he sprang out of his seat. “Did you see that touchdown? They won! They fucking won!”

Michael chuckled as he popped open another Bud. “Let’s hope that brings me good luck and better beer.”

* * *

When Piper finally got home from her impromptu happy hour with the girls, it was almost one a.m. After she’d gotten everything off her chest, and the girls had helped her, she’d relaxed and had so much fun. They’d ended the evening coming up with a good strategy for attending an orgy. Gillian was going to call her tomorrow after she set everything up.

Piper had left the bar feeling strong and free from some of the sexual demons that had been chasing her around all these years.

She walked into the master bath and brushed her teeth, then changed into her PJs, which consisted of one of Michael’s old T-shirts from college. She loved wearing them. Michael usually slept naked.

She tried to be quiet as she slid into bed so she wouldn’t wake Michael, but he stirred as she pulled the covers over her shoulder.

“Did you have fun?” he mumbled as he reached for her, tugging her close and nuzzling her neck.

“I did,” she purred. “The girls are all geniuses. And I have a surprise for you that I think you’re going to absolutely love.”

“You do?” he asked. “That’s great.” He kissed her ear, taking the lobe between his lips. She shivered. “I have one, too,” he whispered.

Piper snuggled back into him. “Really? What?”

“I want to drop the top ten,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep. “I prefer us spontaneous. The elevator at Le Repas, that’s what I love.”

“That sounds perfect to me.” Piper smiled from ear to ear. “My surprise can be the cherry on top of a great run. I really think you’re going to love it.”

“If it involves you naked, I know I will.” He suddenly rolled on top of her, covering her mouth with his. He still wasn’t totally awake, but that just made it more sensuous.

She took hold of his tongue, raking her fingers up his back. When they came up for air, she said, “I thought we weren’t going to have sex at home.” Her voice was teasing.

They were
so
having sex tonight.

“All bets are off,” Michael whispered in her ear. “We have sex whenever we feel like it, wherever we feel like it.”

“I like the sound of that,” she cooed. “But I want to be on top, sleepy boy.” In one motion, she pushed his shoulders back, rolling him over. He went willingly, a smile on his lips. She straddled him at the same time she lifted her shirt over her head.

His hands immediately found her breasts, and he sat up, taking one in his mouth. As he sucked, her head fell back in bliss, her fingers gripping his strong shoulders. “Your breasts are fantastic,” he murmured. “I can never get enough.”

Piper began to gyrate against his hips, his hard-on pressing against her stomach since he’d sat up. “Most breasts are fantastic,” she told him. “But by all means, savor them.” She guided his head to the other side, where he feasted on her like he hadn’t eaten a meal in weeks. “
Ahh
.”

Piper wasn’t drunk. She’d stopped after two drinks, but something about the night, and how she felt now, made this interlude with her husband all the sweeter.

Maybe it was because she finally felt relaxed?

She pressed Michael back down gently, sorry to see his mouth go. The air tickled her wet nipples. “I’m going to ride you now, Mikey. And I’m going to do it hard. I hope you have no objections.” Before he could answer, she lifted her ass up, positioned him at her opening, and sank down, seating herself on him fully.

That first penetration, when the tip of his cock broke through her seal, was the best part.

She threw her head back and began to roll her hips.

“I’m not complaining,” Michael said as he placed his hands on her hips, both of them quickly finding a matching rhythm.

Piper pressed her fingers into his chest, rocking her hips on the downstroke to make sure every single inch of him was inside her. “I think you’re going to like my surprise, Mikey,” she panted as she rode his cock again and again. His hands left her hips and slid up her torso, finding their way to her sensitive nipples. As she bounced, he pinched lightly, rolling them between his fingertips.

“I’m sure I will,” he said gruffly, his voice lusty.

Abruptly, she slid off his cock, quickly shifting her position before he could react. She gripped him again and guided him into her wet sheath, but now she was facing the other direction, riding him even harder, her hands on his thighs. She loved reverse cowgirl because his cock hit her in exactly the right place. “Yes,” she moaned as his hands gripped her ass, urging her on. She pumped her hips, increasing her speed as she closed her eyes. The noise of their coupling reverberated around the room.

“Piper,” Michael half-groaned, “I’m not going to last.”

“I’m close, babe,” she said through her short breaths, still keeping up the pace. “Your cock is hitting me perfectly.”

“But I want it to last.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, seating her on his dick and locking her there. She followed his lead, curious about what he had in mind. He sat up, still holding her to him, and scooted them both to the bottom of the bed, hanging his legs over so his feet hit the ground. “Push your feet against the bedframe and use it as leverage,” he told her. “And then fuck me like you just were.”

She moaned as she did as he asked.

They had a wooden footboard that sat lower than the mattress. She braced her feet against it as Michael made sure the angle was right. She pushed out once with her feet, Michael aiding her with his hands, and then he quickly brought her back down again.

“Oh, yes,” she bit out.

“I’ve always wanted to try this with you,” Michael told her.

Piper couldn’t find any more words as she mindlessly pushed forward and bounced back. The position was excellent, and Michael’s cock rubbed against her G-spot repeatedly. She balanced her hands on Michael’s thighs to steady herself, and once she got going, Michael’s hands made their way up her body, cupping her breasts.

When he placed his thumbs and index fingers on either side of her nipples and rubbed them back and forth as she rocked, she yelled, “I’m close!” as she arched her chest.

“I want you to come hard,” Michael groaned. “All over my big cock—”

Piper broke apart.

She bent forward, her orgasm coming in wave after wave.

Michael reached around her middle to hold her to him while he came, calling her name.

22

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“I
t’s all set for tomorrow. We’re on the list,” Gillian told Piper over the phone. “Let’s go out for dinner and drinks beforehand. The shindig doesn’t start until eleven. But if I know you, you’re going to want to have a few under your belt first.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Piper asked. “I feel like I forced you into it on Monday night. This is tame”—she lowered her voice because she was at work and her office door was ajar—“for you. I think you said yes just to be nice.”

“I was being nice. That does happen on occasion. But I’m not doing it for you, though you can pretend I am if it makes you feel better.” Gillian laughed when Piper sputtered a little. “I said yes because I think Brad might enjoy a night out that doesn’t involve a whip or a safe word. What you said about what you’ve done for your husband and your marriage over the years struck a chord with me. I’m all in for this, and once I make up my mind, there’s no changing it. So don’t even try.”

Piper chuckled. “Okay, I won’t. To tell you the truth, I’m calmer knowing you’re going to be there with me. You’re my safe word.”

“You’re not the first one to use me as such.”

“I’m sure I’m not. Michael’s been bugging me all week to tell him what we’re doing, but I haven’t given in. I told him this is the last planned thing I have in me, since he called off the top ten.” Piper smiled when she thought about how well the week had gone with her husband. It made her feel happy. “Things are going so well. This should be the topper on a new sexual awakening for us. Me being free of worry, finally participating in my own life, both of us getting some sweet satisfaction. I can’t wait.”

“Amen, sister,” Gillian said. “I thought you’d say yes to dinner, so I already made reservations at Karma. It’s close to the art district, and I thought the name was apropos. It’s a relatively new Indian place, but the reviews are good.”

“Sounds perfect,” Piper said. “We love Indian.”

“Meet us there at nine thirty. We’ll be ready with bells on,” she said. “Or maybe nipple clamps.”

Piper chortled. “You really know how to ramp up an orgy, don’t you? I’m coming with a doctor’s clean bill of health. I had my checkup yesterday. Michael had his a few months ago, and he’s only been with me. I hope that will be enough.”

“They didn’t specify, but it should be enough. We get ours done once a month, but that’s a requirement of my group.”

“Well, if I have my way, Michael’s only going to be having sex with me,” she told Gillian. “So if they deny him, all the better.”

Gillian snickered. “Sometimes they give someone who’s not up on their tests a bracelet to wear—you know, the kind you get when you enter a theme park? Then it’s up to the attendee to take a chance if they want to.”

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“That’s ’cause you don’t attend large group gatherings like I do, girlie.”

“Touché.”

“But you won’t be able to say that after tomorrow, right? I gotta run. See you later.”

Piper hung up, smiling.

This was going to be fun.

* * *

Beth stuck her head into Michael’s office. “So, see you tomorrow night?” she asked, grinning as she licked her lips slightly. Her face was bright and eager.

Michael glanced up from the stack of papers on his desk and sat back in his seat. “I’m sorry, Beth. I totally forgot to tell you we’re not going to attend. I didn’t even broach the subject with Piper. Maybe next time.”

Her disappointment was clear. “That’s okay. I totally understand. You can’t force something like this. We have new-member events every few months or so. Should I let you know when the next one is?”

Michael nodded. “Sure, that’d be great. I have a feeling we’ll be ready for it at some point.”

“If it makes you feel any better, it took me six tries to actually walk through the doors,” she said. “I’d always been curious about the lifestyle, ever since I was a teen, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk in and participate. You’ll know when you’re ready.” She made a move to leave.

“Beth,” Michael said. “Can I ask you a question before you go?”

“Sure.” She popped her head back in.

“Are you a lesbian?” He uttered the question softly. He didn’t want to be rude, but if he was going to persuade his wife to attend someday, he had to get all his facts straight. Piper would ask him for the details.

She shook her head. “Nope, I’m bi. I love both sexes, but I tend to fall hard for a personality, rather than a face. Something will strike me as sexy in either a man or a woman, and I’m totally into it. It took me a long time to figure that out, but now that I have, life is very, very good.”

“What is it about Piper that attracts you to her?”

“What isn’t attractive about her?” Beth came into the room a little farther, looking behind her to make sure no one was walking by. She held a bunch of files in her arms. “Your wife is full of life and vitality. She’s like a walking ray of light. She’s gorgeous—but she doesn’t even seem to know it, which makes her even more beautiful. I’m positive that when she experiences pleasure, it’s written all over her face.” She shrugged. “Anyone would love to see that.”

It was all true.

His wife was something uniquely special. She was a beautiful soul who didn’t even come close to realizing how amazing she was. “Thanks for that,” he said. “Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Certainly,” she said, smiling.

“This is going to sound totally conceited,” he said. “But I’m used to people falling all over themselves and making passes at me. You seem…completely uninterested. I find it refreshing, but I’m wondering why.”

Beth blushed and glanced down at her papers. “You
are
really beautiful.” She raised her head. “And it can be a little off-putting, because the only place you see that kind of beauty is in a magazine or on the big screen. But…” She hesitated.

“Go on,” Michael urged as he leaned up and rested his arms on his desk. “I totally want to hear this. I’m sick of the attention, and I’d love to know what it is you don’t like.”

“Well, your face is blank most of the time, kind of like you’re devoid of any feeling”—she hurried through the rest—“but not when you’re with your wife! I’ve only seen you two together a few times, but it’s like you’re a different guy. Your face changes. You seem genuinely happy. Now that guy, I’d totally get it on with him!” She met his puzzled expression. “I hope that was okay to say. I don’t meant to imply you have no feelings. It’s just…you seem detached most of the time, like you’re just going through the motions or something.”