“If you’re going to act like a spoiled brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Hold still.” Ian slapped her right cheek hard, the bright red imprint from his hand making his cock go from semi erect to a full blown hard-on.
Mortification had her gasping but when he landed the first hard swat, that gasp turned to a moan. Blaming Brody, she quickly found herself succumbing to the pleasure/pain of erotic spanking he had introduced her to. “I was just going to my boat,” she managed to get out after the next swat. “You can practically see me from my cabin and you would’ve heard me cry out if someone was after me. Ouch!” Damn, that one really hurt, but not enough for her to want him to stop. The stiff erection pressed against her thigh told her he wanted her, and Piper was feeling insecure enough, and resenting it, that she found herself wanting to feel that hard cock in her pussy in the worst way. Of course, the fiery burn he was raising on her ass that was working to heighten her arousal had a lot to do with her sudden desire for sex, and that was Brody’s fault too.
“Unless,” Ian bit out as he aimed several rapid fire slaps on the under curve of both buttocks and the tops of her thighs, “your assailant had chloroformed you a
nd simply carted you off before I got to you.”
Well, shit, she hadn’t thought of that. Now she had a guilty conscience, a throbbing, burning ass and a need to know she was wanted, even if it was just for a quick fuck, fighting for supremacy within her. Pressed so tightly against Ian’s hard body not only aroused her, it made her feel safe and secure, his demanding hard-on made her feel wanted and the arousing heat from this spanking all worked together to make her throw caution to the wind when he stopped spanking her and rubbed the flesh he had just abused.
Turning her head up to him, she whispered achingly, “Touch me, Ian, please, touch me, don’t leave me hanging.”
Ian cursed his best friend again for reducing them both to this state as he stared into Piper’s swimming eyes and knew he couldn’t ignore the plea or the fear of rejection in them. Not only was his cock saying enough was enough, he simply couldn’t let her think he didn’t want her, especially after Brody had walked away from her last night. Shifting his hand from her warm ass to cup her warmer pussy, he bent over her and kissed her, the position awkward but expedient. Thrusting two fingers into her sopping sheath, he finger fucked her as hard as he kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers as his fingers explored the warm, wet recess of her vagina. When they moaned into each other’s mouth, he pulled away from her, bent her over the rail and fished a condom out of his pocket.
“You better be sure about this, Piper, because once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as he covered himself and poised his cock at the apex of her puffy lips.
Piper kicked off her shorts that had fallen to her ankles when he turned her to the rail and bent her over as she replied breathlessly, “I am. Now, Ian, take me now.”
Piper shoved Brody out of her mind, rested her head on the rail between her hands and simply wallowed in the pleasure of being filled again, the ecstasy of being fucked hard and deep by a large cock. She refused to let anything else matter except this, refused to think about anything except feeling the pleasure of an awesome climax ripping through her, giving her a brief respite from the pain of constant rejection and fear about what was happening with her life.
His cock slid into her in one smooth stroke, stretched her as much as Brody’s had and as he set up a rhythm of well-aimed thrusts, she felt flaming need once again consume her. Lifting her head, she spotted a boat anchored in the lake, close enough to see what they were doing, and instead of shying away from the exposure, she found it only increased her excitement. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, making her tighten her hands around the rail and lower her head back down to brace against the onslaught.
Ian’s harsh breathing matched her own as her pussy started to tighten around his cock, the slap of their hips pounding together mingling with their gasps. When he released his tight hold on her hips, slid his hands under her loose top to cup her dangling breasts, he never let up on his smooth strokes. He was rough as he kneaded the soft mounds of her breasts and pinched the hard tips, his wide, hard chest covering her back as he lay over her. The onslaught proved to be too much and Piper finally let go, let the pleasure take over and sweep her insecurities and cares away for a brief moment. Her inner walls clamped around him spasmodically as her keening cry echoed across the wide watery expanse.
“Again,” he demanded as she convulsed around him, thinking Brody was an idiot for turning her away. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” As another orgasm soaked his cock, Ian couldn’t hold back any longer if his life depended on it. As soon as those silken walls started clutching at his rigid length, his balls tightened and his own orgasm spewed into the latex as he managed to keep up with his jackhammer thrusts, nothing but their hips slamming together as his body lay prone over hers. By the time his mind cleared and he was reduced to slow, shallow dips, he reluctantly pulled back, releasing her full breasts with a sigh and straightening back up. Running his palms over her still pink buttocks, he waited until the last of her small contractions ceased then pulled out of her and helped her to stand.
Her face was bright red, her chest heaving as he bent and pulled up her shorts before kissing her very lightly on her lips. “On second thought, sweetheart, feel free to defy me whenever you want. I like how you take your punishment.”
His easy, nonchalant attitude relaxed her and Piper found it easy to return his grin. “How about you catch whoever is tormenting me and then we won’t have to worry about me defying either of you.”
Swinging an arm companionably around her shoulders, he steered her back towards her cabin. “Take away all my fun, why don’t you.”
Piper’s good mood slowly slipped away as she showered, and she couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t in her happy place after having her happy button pushed so effectively like she had been yesterday after sex with Brody. The sex had been great, as good as it had been on Brody’s car, and she had gotten off on the exhibitionism. Why then, did she recall thinking of Brody while Ian was giving her such pleasure, wishing it was Brody behind her, taking her with such forceful possession she couldn’t help but respond. Her orgasm had been as body enveloping as the one Brody had driven her to yesterday, and really, one cock was as good as another, wasn’t it? Cole had always managed to get her off without the added foreplay of spanking her ass, and she didn’t have any complaints about their sex life. Or she hadn’t until Brody popped back into her life.
As she dried off and dressed, Piper was beginning to think all her posturing about wanting just sex from Brody was a smokescreen for craving more. Guilt spread through her at her behavior. Her actions today had been unlike her, going from one man one day to another the next. She didn’t worry about Brody’s reaction to her fucking Ian, after all, he had made it clear he didn’t want anything else from her. Why then was she feeling so discontent?
Damn them, she swore as she slipped on her tennis shoes and went downstairs. She needed a beer, maybe several, and her best friend to vent to. After gathering up the few items she had managed to finish to replace the ones destroyed earlier in Haley’s shop, Piper found Ian sitting outside on the small bench that she couldn’t look at again without remembering the pain and pleasure they had both subjected her to on it.
“I’m going into Hope. Are you coming?” she asked without preamble.
“I go where you go, so I guess that means I’m coming.” Ian tossed his empty bottle into her recycle bin and fell into step with her as they headed towards the trail that led to town. While he enjoyed the scenery on this trek and the friendliness of both tourists and residents they waved to along the way, he found the silence of the woods creepy and Piper’s silence worrisome. “Are you okay?” he finally asked after ten minutes of hearing nothing from her, not even mumbling.
“I’m fine. Why?” Piper had no experience with casual sex, no experience with sex with men she barely knew, and was at a loss at how to act. Her and Cole had been friends before lovers and by the time they slept together, she was comfortable with both him and their on again/off again relationship. It had worked for both of them until now. Her only prior one night stand had been with Brody and he had left the next morning, leaving no time for awkwardness. Now, all she could think about was Brody, even after the awesome sex with Ian.
“I just want to make sure you don’t regret what happened earlier, because I sure as hell don’t.” Ian stopped to hold a hanging tree limb up for her, his eyes meeting hers with open honesty.
Piper stopped and looked up at him. “It was just sex, right? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Maybe because you’d rather it had been Brody fucking you again? Relax,” he said with a smile when she couldn’t cover her start of guilt, “I don’t have a problem standing in for him. He might, though.”
Piper frowned at him. “Brody won’t care because Brody doesn’t want me.” Turning from him, she started walking again.
“Oh he wants you, make no mistake about that,” he said as he fell into step with her again. “The problem is, he want
s more from you than sex. If it was just lust he was feeling where you’re concerned, he would’ve been upstairs in your bed with you since we got here and would say good-bye with no regrets when we leave. Now, me, on the other hand, I’m perfectly good with just sex from you or anyone else who’s willing.”
Piper thought he was just being nice and didn’t believe Brody was interested in her on a personal level, so she ignored that comment and teased him about the last. “Yet you haven’t been in my bed either.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, if Brody hadn’t put the brakes on, I would’ve been.”