“Piper…” I groan.
She’s already wrapping her mouth around my hard cock, licking it all the way to the base and back again. Then she takes it in her mouth and sucks it.
I don’t think I’ve ever let her give me a blow job like this. Usually I’ve got her shoved against a wall, a hand wrapped around her neck as the other one is in her hair, using her mouth as a helpless hole that I drive my cock in forcefully.
This feels… different. More gentle. More frustrating, too, because I’m not in control.
I can’t say I hate it.
I moan again loudly as I go back to her folds, flitting my tongue back and forth against them before I suck in her clit. She yelps out as I push two fingers into her pussy, feeling her walls grip them. I drive them in and out hard, and she’s panting, doing her best to continue sucking on my cock, but distracted by my finger-fucking.
Good. I don’t want to come now. I’m not finished with her.
All too soon, though, I’m nearing the edge, and I can tell she is too. Without warning, I push the index finger of my other hand through the ring of muscle in her bottom, and she howls in surprise and pain.
It distracts her just enough that she forgets all about my cock, and I huff out, part relief that I’m not going to come just yet, part frustration because I’m not coming just yet.
I add another finger to her ass and she groans loudly, wiggling her butt against me as I continue to suck on her clit and drive my fingers in her pussy.
But my girl likes pain, and a few pumps of my fingers up her ass are all it takes for her to come in my mouth, spasming andshuddering over me with the force of her orgasm.
I don’t allow her even a moment to come down from her high before I’m pulling my fingers out of her, standing up and shoving her against the tree just like I’d promised.
She hisses as I drive my cock into her pussy while pushing three fingers back into her tight asshole. With my free hand, I go around to her mouth, stuffing it with my other fingers and ordering her to suck on them.
She hugs the tree, sucking on my fingers for dear life, as I drive my cock viciously into her while pumping her backside with my fingers.
Then I feel my balls tighten and thick strings of seed fill her, just as she’s shuddering around me, coming for the second time.
I swing around her limp body, pressing my lips to hers, only for her to mumble against my teeth, “Please… please, Quill… don’t kiss me.”
At once, I jump back like I’ve gotten shocked. Then I stare at the half-naked girl with her jeans and panties once more around her ankles, who’s just let me fuck her senseless but won’t allow me to kiss her.
I can’t fucking understand her.
She hurriedly pulls up her clothes, not daring to meet my eye.
A heavy silence descends upon us. I keep my eyes glued to her while she seems intent on looking at anything but me.
“We should go,” she says at last. “We have other stops to get to, right?”
I don’t answer, instead grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the car. I won’t kiss her if she doesn’t want me to, but that doesn’t mean I won’t touch her. And she’d better get fucking used to it.
Chapter 4
Piper
We spend the rest of the day driving. Piper struggles to keep her eyes open and ends up passing out against the window. I realize she must not have slept much last night after Logan took her. Or maybe he drugged her, and her system is still getting rid of it.
My hands clench around the wheel at the thought. I know enough about how Devil operates to realize that’s a definite possibility. I’m regretting not snapping his neck when I had the chance. He’d better really be fucking helping her, or he’s next on my hit list. Right after Dane and Liam.
I didn’t sleep either last night, between finding out Piper had escaped, talking to Josh, and then figuring out how to break into Devil Tower. But I’ve been trained on sleepless nights. I can easily stay awake for three nights in a row, and the rest of the time, I’m subsisting on two or three hours.
I wake Piper up when we switch cars at the first designated address. By the time we’re stopping at another diner for dinner, she’s been awake for a while, and she’s also no longer playing games with me. Well, maybe she is, because she orders a milkshake and ice cream for dinner. Though I’ve watched her enough over the years to know this is just how she eats.
Things are definitely going to be different soon, but again, I have a to-do list. Switching up Piper’s diet doesn’t feature anywhere near the top.
I guess I’m not much better than her anyway because I don’t eat at all, merely staring at her loudly suck down the remainder of her milkshake through the straw.