“I need to come… Quill, make me come…”
“What do you say?”
“Huh?”
“What’s the magic word, Piper?”
“Oh, my gosh, Quill!”
He withdraws his tongue and instead…blowson my clit.
“F-f-...! Let me come! Please! Please, Quill!”
I’m so frantic that about a dozen different swear words are on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out. Luckily, before I can say any of them, he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard on it while his hands reach up to crush my nipples through my shirt. The sudden jolt of pain and sensation sends me speeding into the most intense orgasm he’s given me yet.
“Holy cow,” I gasp as he at last pulls me on his lap.
And then I blush harder than ever, becausewhat the hell? Who says that after getting eaten out?!
He merely laughs softly, his fingers threading through my hair.
But his cock is still stiff under me, and I clear my throat.
“Uhm… don’t you want me to, uh… return the favor?”
I’m more than a little nervous, because I have absolutely no idea how to do that. So I can’t help but breathe in relief, though I’m also pretty confused, when Quill answers, “For now, I just want to pleasure you.”
Making a mental note to look up a how-to article on blow jobs later, I nestle back in his arms. His left hand is on my ass,kneading my sore cheeks gently, while the other hand tweaks at my breasts through my shirt.
It feels very nice, and even though I want to stay in the moment, because part of me can’t help but worry that I’ll fall asleep and wake to discover none of it was real, I start to get drowsy.
Just before my eyes flutter shut, I hear the distant buzz of a phone. Quill shifts a little to take it. He stays still for a few moments, reading whatever notification he’s just received, then his arm moves as he presses a few buttons on the screen, before he lets it fall to the side.
I’m about to nestle further into his chest, my breaths coming in deeper, when Quill abruptly takes hold of my chin and lifts it up.
When I stare into his eyes, my stomach suddenly drops. Because I don’t see anything there to remind me of the smirking boy who just moments ago was having so much fun teasing me.
This boy looks hard, and something in his eyes—something dark and dangerous—makes me shiver.
“Piper,” he says, his voice neutral.
I shiver again, because the lack of expression in his voice feels so different from the warmth of before.Did I do something? Is it already over?
I hate how my mind has been going to such extremes since Friday. I guess that’s what happens when you go out with the guy who’s been wreaking havoc on your self-esteem for years.
But something is definitely going on right now. I’m not imagining it. He’s angry. The only question is, is he angry at me? Or at someone else? Probably at someone else, right? If these past few days have taught me anything, it’s that he’s usually angry at someone else.
“I’m angry at you, Piper.”
Oh.
“Tell me something, will you?”
Anything. Anything to make it okay.
I’m very aware that something is seriously wrong with me for getting so affected by someone I’ve only just started seeing. I should not be falling so hard, so quickly. But the thing is, it doesn’t feel quick to me.
It feels like I’ve been falling since the day I first saw him in fifth grade.