After the third stroke, Brody paused and ran his hand over the three red stripes across her ass and smiled when her buttocks clenched tightly. Even though he could see the moisture coating her labia, physical evidence of her arousal, he needed that verbal confirmation before he continued. “Piper, are you with me?”
“Yes, yes, Brody. Please, don’t stop.” Not even her mortification over her response to this abasement could keep her from pleading for more. If he turned her down, turned away from her now, she knew she’d ask him to leave her alone despite the mounting threats against her. She’d rather face those alone than another rejection from him.
Snapping the belt on the under curve of her cheeks, he asked, “Are you going to stop taking off by yourself?”
Technically, she wasn’t by herself, Haley was with her, but she wasn’t about to belabor the point. “Yes, I promise.” She released her breath on a whoosh as he struck her across the top of her thighs then, without pause, landed a blow on her ass again.
Brody lowered his arm and cupped one reddened cheek in his hand, the heat warm on his palm. Her hips shifted as she tried to widen her stance but was brought up short by the panties still stretched between her legs. She made an awesome sight bent over his bright red car, her equally hot red ass displayed for him and anyone else who might come by her place, and if he was free to indulge in a no holds barred relationship, she would be the first one he’d be willing to do so with.
“Two more, then I’ll stop,” he told her as he withdrew his hand from her burning flesh as quickly as he withdrew from a fantasy he knew he couldn’t indulge in.
Piper took the next two strokes stoically even though her buttocks throbbed from the abuse he heaped on them. The sting from the belt was sharply breathtaking for only a few seconds, but as it eased and spread to her pussy, the lingering ache worked to keep her arousal high, her need on edge and she knew by the time he applied that last, hard swat, she was going to beg him again to fuck her.
She turned willingly into his arms when he lifted her upright, threw her arms around his shoulders and raised on her toes to bury her face in his neck, whispering over and over, “Please Brody, please, don’t turn me away. Please.”
Brody caved, his body overriding his conscience, her pleas leaving him no choice. “Tell me you’re still on the pill,” he rasped as he straightened her with a tight grip on her shoulders. He knew Ian kept condoms in his pocket, but Brody had kept his in the spare bedroom as another deterrent to giving in to her on the spot.
“I’m still on the pill.”
He didn’t question her this time like he did in Geneva and Piper took that as a sign he was as aroused, eager and needy as she was. His hands moved to her wa
ist and lifted her easily onto the hood of his car, making her wince when her sore buttocks plopped onto the warm metal. The quick move took her by surprise and she had to throw her arms behind her to brace herself.
“Don’t move,” Brody instructed hoarsely as he stripped her panties and sandals off before lifting the front of her skirt and tucking it into the waist, baring her from the waist down. “I want to look at you.”
Piper thought he meant the picture she made posed semi-nude on the hood of his car, but as he lifted her legs and braced her feet far apart then took those big hands and spread her bent knees even wider, she realized what he meant. His grey gaze zeroed in on her pussy, the wide position of her legs unfurling her thick, damp folds to reveal the pink recesses of her vagina.
“You’re so pretty here, darlin’.” Using one finger, they both watched as he sank it slowly into her until he was buried up to his knuckle. “God, you feel good. Tight, wet, and so damn fucking hot.”
His words aroused her as much as his finger slowly exploring her pussy. Taking his time, his eyes never lifting from her crotch, he simply felt her all over, learned the shape of her, traced over her slick walls, coasted over her clit, his slow, meticulous moves driving her to the edge until she knew she’d explode with just a little bit harder, longer touch on her clit. Needing that more than she needed her pride, she whispered, “Brody, please, touch me.”
Brody lifted smiling eyes up to her red face and teased, “I am touching you. Do you remember us touching you last week when you were out of your head with lust?”
“Yes, I think I recall most of it.”
“You’re just as swollen, just as warm and wet now as you were then, and we don’t have any drugs to blame this time.”
“No, I don’t need drugs, I just need…sex.” She was about to say you, but she couldn’t bring herself to give him that much power over her, even if it was true.
Brody didn’t like her answer, then again, he had no right to ask for more. Slowly pulling out of her snug channel, he watched her closely as he stroked his damp finger over her puckered back hole, wetting it before slowly breaching that tight orifice. “Remember when we did this, how you came apart with a scream that could probably be heard in town?” He stopped at the first knuckle as she accustomed herself to the rude intrusion.
All Piper remembered was when fingers stroked her where no one had gone before, the pleasure had been so intense everything had gone black for a split second before erupting in the brightest, most overwhelming sensation she had ever experienced. “I just remember an orgasm that rivaled anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Let’s see if we can match it or at least get close. Open your blouse and show me those awesome breasts.”
Piper loved the way he took control, loved the way he told her explicitly what he wanted, leaving no room for doubts. Using just one hand while she remained braced on the other, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, spreading both garments wide enough to free her breasts. Between the outdoor breeze wafting over her puckered nipples and his heated gaze as he blatantly looked his fill, her lust inched up yet another notch, making her wonder how much higher it could go before she simply splintered apart. She felt decadently exposed, which only added to the overwhelming arousal coursing through her veins, and when he inched his finger deeper into her ass, then brought his other hand to her pussy and thrust two fingers inside her in one deep plunge, she got her answer on how much she could take before exploding.
The orgasm punched through her, lifted her hips up as she unconsciously sought more from those marauding fingers, the pleasure a sharp jab of intensity as it rendered her incoherent for its duration. Five years ago, this man had left her with an appetite for sex that had remained unsated until now, and she practically wept at the pleasure filling her.
Brody could no more keep from plunging his cock into her spasming pussy than he could deny she meant more to him than any other woman ever had. Pulling from her still grasping sheath, he released his cock, grabbed her still warm buttocks and lifted her hips for his rough possession. When she collapsed on her back, wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed at her bouncing breasts, he felt her climax again, her slick walls gripping his dick instead of his fingers, milking his own orgasm from him with strong pulls on his rigid length. Her scream echoed in the yard and had Ian stopping at the edge of the path, his brow rising in question when their eyes met.
He couldn’t answer his friend right now, wasn’t sure he had an answer for him about his actions. He was too busy watching his cock spear those bare, swollen folds and reaping the rewards of having Piper’s pussy snugly wrapped around him again, her juices coating him, making it easy to take her harder, deeper until his balls pulled up and his orgasm erupted with blinding speed and ecstasy. With his hands filled with the soft flesh of her ass, his cock surrounded by the soft flesh of her vagina and her strong legs clasped around his hips, anchoring him to her, he slammed into her over and over as pleasure racked his body from head to toe, pleasure so intense, nothing else mattered except this blinding all-consuming ecstasy.
Chapter Ten
Piper was on cloud nine the rest of the evening, her pussy sore from the way Brody had fucked her so deep and hard, her nipples aching from where she had pinched them and her anus softly throbbing from just the stroke of his finger in that sensitive hole. When she had turned her head and spotted Ian at the edge of the clearing, she blushed in embarrassment, but when she came inside, imagining the picture they made with Brody keeping her hips elevated and immobile with his hard hands gripping her ass, her legs locked tightly around his hips as he pounded into her over and over, she decided the embarrassment was worth the excitement of knowing he was watching.
Since they had a late lunch, she tossed together a salad while Brody and Ian were talking outside. She couldn’t wait until they went to bed, was dying to feel Brody’s naked body against hers, already anticipating the deep plunges of his cock fucking her again. Not even the vandalism to her beloved jeep could put a damper on her mood. She refused to think about when they left, about their warnings that Charles might still be alive and their responsibility to arrest him for money laundering some drug lord’s profits. She knew in her heart Charles didn’t, couldn’t have survived that assassination attempt, just as she knew there was no future for her and Brody, never had been. Despite her physical and attitude changes, she was still the same person he had rejected so long ago until she practically forced him to fuck her.