“It was Tim Carlisle, Haley’s ex, who was behind the vandalism, the tires and the dead rabbit. Apparently, the state of Florida didn’t think he posed a threat to anyone and released him early. I won’t lie, according to Ian he got a good hit in as well as a strangle hold, but she’s okay and Ian will be staying the night with her to help set her mind at ease,” he explained to her as he headed back to the cabin. Brody knew Ian wouldn’t cross any lines Haley wasn’t ready for, just as he knew Ian wanted Piper’s friend more than he was willing to admit. Brody knew just how he felt.
Piper breathed a sigh of relief and was grateful for Ian’s offer, but pissed that Brody forced her away from the night’s activities, and Cole, when everything was under control now. “If she’s all right and Ian is staying with her,” she stormed when he pulled up to her cabin and cut the engine, “then why did I have to leave? Cole and I had plans tonight, as you very well know.” Turning from him, Piper strode angrily inside with the intention of changing out of her damp clothes and returning to the park for the fireworks, and she didn’t mean the lighted display over the lake put on by the city. She was itching for fireworks of her own, ones she knew Cole could ignite in her despite the fact she’d rather have Brody.
In a fast, startling move, Brody had her pinned against the wall, his grey eyes snapping with fury and lust, his stiff erection pressed insistently against her mound. “You had plans,” he snarled down at her. “Now you don’t.”
He had worked diligently all the way home to keep his jealousy and temper in check, but he snapped the moment his mouth met hers, his control a thing of the past, his body filled with hot flames of lust burning like a forest fire out of control as he kissed her like a man possessed.
Piper struggled, fighting herself more than him as she felt her pussy swell and dampen with each stroke of his tongue over hers, as she fought not to cling to his lips and react to the erotic scratch of his beard on her sensitive skin. When his hand grabbed both of hers and pinned them above her head, her response was instantaneous, her hips grinding against his cock, seeking release as she mentally struggled away from giving in to him so soon after vowing she was done with him. Desperate not to fall into this trap again, she bit his lip, hard, and relished his curse as he pulled his mouth from hers, giving her the space and the seconds she needed to try to resist him.
“You should remember how I retaliate when you act up, darlin’.” Brody’s lip throbbed, that slight sting doing nothing to lesson his arousal, on the contrary, his cock was harder than ever, which made it difficult to bend her over one of the kitchen counter stools, but not impossible. “Did you do that just to get me to spank you, Piper?” he asked in a soft silky voice as he flipped up her dress and shoved her bikini bottoms down. Resting his palm on her right buttock, holding her hips down, he said, “Because if so, it was unnecessary. I was already planning on giving you everything you wanted tonight, including this.” He drew back and landed a hard slap on that same cheek, loving the way her startled cry ended with a whimper and a slight lifting of her hips for more.
Piper grabbed on to the stool’s legs, anchoring herself in place for the next smack which came fast on the heels of the first. How could she succumb so quickly to his demands, and more importantly, how could she survive another encounter with him only to have him walk away from her again? But, as had been the case since meeting him, her body’s dictates overruled her determination and common sense and she simply let herself enjoy this tainted pleasure. He rubbed the two areas he had just swatted before landing another two slaps right over them. The burn intensified, as did the pleasure, making her shift her legs restlessly in an effort to seek release.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Brody rasped as he braced a hand on her lower back to stifle her hip movements then quickly smacked her upper thighs in retaliation. “You’ll come when I say, and not before. You drove us both to this moment, and you’ll take what I dish out and love every minute of the torment.”
“Jerk,” she muttered lowly as her buttocks swelled and throbbed with each smack, the pain shifting down to her pussy and making it swell and throb also, leaving her to strive towards a climax whether he liked it or not.
“I heard that.” Leaning over, he whispered in her ear as he continued to swat her ass, “But I’m your jerk.”
Piper refused to believe him, refused to go where he was leading her with every sharp smack and every soothing caress. He was aiming for her surrender, and she’d be damned if she’d give it to him. She struggled in earnest then, trying to get relief by rubbing her pelvis against the bar stool, and despite his hand pinning her lower back, she managed to get just enough friction to start the first ripples of an orgasm.
Brody watched her closely, saw the way her hips managed to rub just the right way, saw the seeping evidence of her arousal and knew he wasn’t in control. The sight and feel of her red, warm ass affected him as strongly as her, his cock dampening his jeans, his shaft so thick and hard he may not be able to unzip. When Piper spread her legs in an unaware invitation, he ceded this battle to her and landed a sharp slap to her soft pussy lips, her scream of pleasure ricocheting in the room.
Her senses spun out of control with the sudden burst of her orgasm, the pleasure so intense she didn’t think she’d survive it. But when she finally came down, Piper was stunned to feel the tidal wave of urgent lust that had possessed her still demanding fulfillment. When Brody lifted her off the stool, they seemed to be of like mind as they started yanking off clothes, their breathing heavy as material ripped and got tossed aside and then they were rolling on the floor together in a tangled heap of bare flesh clinging together. This was the first time she had felt the impact of Brody’s completely naked body against hers, and she loved the way his taller, harder frame cushioned hers, loved the feel of his hands roaming everywhere at once as she reveled in the freedom to do the same. Everything about him was thick and hard and she knew it would take her a lifetime to get enough of him, which just pissed her off again and sent her right back into a snarling frenzy of lust that she didn’t want with a man she couldn’t hold, but couldn’t seem to do anything about but give in to it.
Primitive lust and needs consumed him as Brody felt the impact of her full nudity against his for the first time. The night he and Ian had exorcised the demons brought on by an aphrodisiac, they had both kept their clothes on, even though the desire to strip had been the hardest thing he had ever had to ignore. Now, he relished every inch of her hot, damp skin against his, the way her small body with its surprisingly lush curves fit against his, but when she started to fight him again in a pitiful attempt at control, he flipped her onto her back and crushed his mouth down on hers, relieved when she kissed him back eagerly, her tongue dueling with his, her teeth nipping at his lips, her hips bucking up against his, seeking his cock. Pulling away from her luscious mouth, he raked his teeth down
her arched neck, over her nipples that were as hard and as erect as his cock, taking his time relishing those sensitive buds before moving down her waist and settling between her legs. With his eyes on hers, he spread her thighs wide then slowly lowered his head and took a long slow lick up her parted folds.
Oh, God, Piper thought. There was no way she could fight this onslaught, fight the delicious feel of his tongue penetrating her pussy, fight the added pleasure his beard prickling her thighs gave her, fight the look of desire as well as a deeper emotion she was afraid to label in his eyes. Keen edged pleasure sliced through her when he added a finger with his tongue, and when he set up a rhythm between the two she was once again catapulted out of control. He continuously drove her to the edge with his deep strokes and soft licks only to repeatedly pull her back before she went over. Her misgivings were pushed to the wayside out of sheer desperation as she clutched his thick, black hair in an attempt to hold his mouth to her even though she refused to plead with him.
“Damn you, Brody, stop tormenting me,” she snapped when her small contractions were once again cut short of exploding into bigger ones when he pulled his tongue and finger from the well of her pussy. “I have ways of getting even, if you’ll recall.”
Brody winced as he vividly remembered her going down on him until he was ready to burst and then walking away. Taking pity on her, he dipped his head again, used his thumbs to spread her labia, and simply feasted on her. Licking her sheath, her juices coated his tongue and filled his mouth, but they kept coming as he stroked over her slick walls, teased her clit then plunged his tongue as deep as he could. When her muttered swearing switched to whimpering cries, he finger fucked her as he latched onto her clit, the swollen red bud more than ready for some undivided attention. Using teeth, lips and tongue on her, it took only seconds to have her bucking out of control, to feel the spasming release of her orgasm gripping his fingers and coating his tongue, her cries music to his ears.
Need inflamed him as he rose above her, her knees over his shoulders, leveling her hips for his cock. He pushed into her still clutching pussy without preamble and closed his eyes in sheer bliss at the feel of her clamping around him. But his own need had raged out of control for too long for him to savor the feel of her right now. That could come later, after he had come inside her two or three times.
Piper was still reeling from another powerful climax when he thrust into her, giving her no time to get her bearings. His first plunge filled her, the second stroked her, the third knocked her over the cliff again, left her struggling through the layers of pleasure. She barely felt the rug abrading her bare back as he rammed into her over and over, barely felt his cock quicken and spew inside her as her own orgasm once more sent her spiraling into that sweet oblivion.
A few moments later she lay stupefied beneath him, her skin hot and damp, her body still shuddering with small aftershocks rippling through her. Then he groaned, his cock slipping from her and as he lifted his heavy, sweat slick body off her, the rush of cool air over her own overheated skin was as effective as a dip in the lake in January. Struggling to her feet, she took in the wadded up area rug, the tipped over stool and their clothing, some of it ripped, strewn in a haphazard disarray, the mess a blatant sign of just how thoroughly she had caved. Straightening her backbone, she vowed to be the one to reject him this time, instead of the other way around. Without looking at him, she turned to walk away with as much dignity as possible only to find Brody once again taking hold of her. The next thing she knew, her head was hanging over his back, his bare ass clenching right above her face, her ass perched over his shoulder as he headed toward the stairs.
“Put me down right now, Brody. I mean it,” she demanded as she struggled to resist the temptation to sink her teeth into one taut buttock.
“Nope,” Brody replied easily as he slipped a finger into her still damp, still warm pussy and lightly stroked her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Well, I’m done with you.” But even as she claimed that, her body was responding to that one finger, her pussy preparing for more whether she wanted it or not. “Oh, damn,” she muttered as she simply gave in. “I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”
Brody chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in days. Dropping her on her bed, he followed her down, his cock slipping inside her pussy easily, her hips arching up to welcome him despite her words to the contrary. He rode her hard, their mutual lust surprising given their recent climaxes, but Brody didn’t question his body’s demands or reactions any longer. It is what it is, and right now, it was sheer ecstasy being inside her, once again feeling her slick walls enclose his cock like a tight glove, the pleasure of coming inside her again so intense it left no room for coherent thought.
Piper fell into an exhausted sleep, too tired to relish the feel of Brody’s body keeping her warm instead of being subjected to the cold reality of him leaving her bed or to question why he seemed to be sticking close. But she was more than pleased to feel him spooning her from behind early the next morning, one hand cupping her breast, his hard cock nestled between her buttocks, poking her sensitive anus. She remembered the feel of his finger penetrating her back hole, vividly recalled the pleasure she had felt from having that orifice stroked. Just feeling the smooth crown of his cock rubbing back and forth over her, his seeping fluid softening her puckered hole, sent shards of pleasure to her pussy, her lust once again threatening to spin out of control.
Brody kneaded her soft, full breasts, loving the feel of her filling his hand, her nipple poking his palm and the soft cushion of her buttocks surrounding his dick. Her tiny hole was damp from his seepage, making it easier for him to wedge his finger between them and slowly slip it inside her. It had shocked him to awaken with yet another hard-on and a need to fuck her again that wasn’t going to be ignored. He hadn’t responded this fast, this often to a woman since he was a randy teenager learning the joys of a woman’s body for the first time. He was beginning to accept that his strong feelings for Piper were tied to his strong lust for her, feelings he’d be damned if he’d ignore for another five years if things went badly concerning Charles and she walked away from him again. Somehow, someway, he’d make it work, his determination to remain a part of her life suddenly as strong as his desire to sink his cock into her tight ass.
“Brody,” Piper whispered as she pushed back against that invading finger, unsure what she was asking him for. Shifting her shoulders, she gave him easier access to both of her breasts while keeping her ass snuggled against him, careful not to dislodge his probing finger that was stroking over such very sensitive nerve endings and igniting a fire in both her ass as well as her empty pussy.
“What do you want, Piper? Tell me,” he demanded, needing to hear her say the words.
Unable to believe she was doing this yet equally unable to stop herself, she pleaded softly, “More, please. God, that feels so good.”