Brody reached behind him to the nightstand, retrieving the lube he had thought to put there when he had gotten up earlier and straightened up downstairs before returning to her bed. He smiled when she practically growled in complaint as he pulled his finger back. “Relax, darlin’, I’ll be right back.” Coating two fingers, he proved true to his words and slipped them slowly inside her ass, the tight channel giving easily with the help of the lube. He stroked her slowly, but deep, getting her used to the feel, stretching her by separating his fingers a little at a time, preparing her for his thicker cock. “There you go,” he whispered as she relaxed completely, her tight hole loosening up enough to take three fingers. When she pushed against him in impatience, he released her breast and slapped her ass. “Stop that or I won’t be responsible for taking you before you’re ready.”
If he thought that slap on her still tender cheek was a deterrent, he was sadly mistaken, Piper thought as it just ratcheted her excitement up another notch. “Then hurry up,” she growled as he filled her with three fingers, the slight discomfort only adding to the pleasure. His slow tortuous strokes accompanied by the constant rolling and pulling of her nipples caused the slowly building liquid fire filling her veins to flow with all the slow heat of molten lava to pool in her pussy, leaving her no choice but to slip two fingers into her moist heat to try to get some relief. “Oh, God, Brody,” she gasped when she could feel his fingers in her ass through the thin membrane separating them, “I can’t wait. Fuck me now.”
Brody felt her rectum tighten when she fingered her pussy, felt her strokes match his and he had no choice but to give her what they both wanted and hope he had her prepared enough. He took a shaky moment to coat his cock with lube before slowly pushing past her tight sphincter, her gasp when he stopped with just his head inside her orifice, echoing harshly. “Deep breaths, Piper. Give it a minute.”
The sudden burst of pain when he entered her quickly subsided and left nothing but the need for more. Stroking over her clit, she discovered that enticement relaxed her anus even more and as Brody slowly pushed into her, she kept up the strokes over her clit until she was climaxing by the time he was fully embedded in her.
Swearing as he felt her contractions rippling through the thin skin separating his cock from her pussy, Brody strived for control, barely managing to shove aside the urgent need to start pounding into her. Her ass was as tight as a vise as he slowly withdrew until just his cockhead remained in her. Her soft cries and jerking hips didn’t help him keep control, so he clamped a hard hand on her hip to stifle her movements as she rode out the rest of her orgasm. When she finally quieted, he pushed ever so slowly back into her, not stopping until he was once again embedded fully inside her, his own body shuddering with the need to simply let go. “Okay?” he rasped hoarsely.
“More than okay,” Piper admitted as she continued to stroke her pussy, her fingers tracing the outline of his rigid cock through the thin barrier separating them.
“Son of a bitch, Piper,” he swore as he felt her stroke despite
the wall separating them. “I’m trying to be gentle here.”
“And I’m trying to get you to move. Fuck me, Brody, I can take it.” At least she hoped so, because she simply couldn’t stand waiting to feel him fully possess her another minute. Despite her climax, her pussy was still aching for more, her body wanting to feel those strong, deep strokes taking her to the height of ecstasy only he had been able to drive her to.
That soft, painful demand was his undoing, and with another curse, he started to thrust faster, go deeper, until he was fucking her like she said she wanted, with steady, sure plunges that had them both gasping. Releasing her hip, he cup her breast again, wrapping his fingers around her nipple to torment that tight bud as he braced himself with his other hand and took her faster, her hips thrusting back with each plunge, taking him willingly. He could feel her fingers in her pussy moving faster, her small body growing slicker, her mewling cries escalating to high pitch wails as she came again, leaving him absolutely no choice but to follow her.
Through the throes of yet another earth shattering climax, Piper felt his cock quicken, felt his seed spewing inside her, his climax triggering another one in her pussy, her come spilling onto her hand as she accepted all he had to give. At least, she thought ruefully as she slowly came back down from her pleasurable high, he wasn’t being stingy with his body this time around, making her wonder what the dawn would bring right before she drifted back asleep, her fingers still inside her, his cock still nestled in her ass.
Brody heard Ian come in the next morning and reluctantly pulled away from Piper’s warm body. Slipping out of bed, he drew the covers back over her, slipped on his jeans and padded downstairs in desperate need of the coffee he could smell brewing.
“You’re up early,” he said as he grabbed a mug and poured a cup before the pot had even finished filling.
“I got a call. We’ve been instructed to report to Atlantic City tomorrow and make ourselves known as guests at the Empire, guests who’d like an invitation to the private party Pasquino has planned for Sunday night.” Ian had been only too happy to have an excuse to slip away early from Haley’s, the desire to stay, to linger, to slip into bed with her too strong for his liking.
“Don’t tell me, the top floor Charles used to reserve for his private play, right?”
“You got it. Pasquino’s managed to ingratiate himself there and he’s now, apparently, a big, fucking VIP, with all the privileges that entails. With the board running things instead of Sandoval, they’re free to cater to whomever they want and since Sandoval kept his money laundering side gig to himself, no one’s the wiser to Pasquino’s true intentions. Rumor has it, Pasquino is going to be the first bidder if the Empire goes up for sale if Sandoval is still a no show and declared dead in two years. That alone has to rub Sandoval enough to risk coming out of hiding.”
Brody frowned, knowing where this was going. “And you and Carlos think those intentions are to still draw out Charles.”
“Don’t you?” Ian knew Brody wanted it otherwise, but facts were facts, and Pasquino has never, to their knowledge, let anyone leave his employ, at least not alive.
“Yeah, I do,” Brody admitted with a heavy sigh. For the drug lord, putting an end to Sandoval, the one man to thwart him, was a personal vendetta. For the FBI, ending Pasquino’s drug rein was priority, connecting the dots to charge Sandoval with his crime would be a bonus, but not necessary. Maybe, he thought with a flicker of hope, if Charles did suddenly return from the land of the missing and presumed dead in order to take control of his casino again, they could work out a deal with him, get him to testify in exchange for witness protection. It was a long shot, but one worth hoping for if it would give him a clear path to Piper.
“You think Piper’s safe then, that her disappearance was orchestrated to get to Charles and when that failed, Pasquino’s using this party and the rumors of a buyout to get him there, don’t you?”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense since the other incidents were perpetrated against Haley, not Piper. You don’t agree?” Ian wondered how much of Brody’s reluctance to leave Piper had to do with their case or with his feelings for the woman.
“Why dose her with an aphrodisiac, especially such a strong one and leave her untouched? That’s the one thing I can’t wrap my mind around.” And the one thing that made him reluctant, for the first time, to obey a direct order from his superiors.
“Regardless, we don’t have a choice but to fly out of here tomorrow, as early as possible,” Ian stated even though he had to agree with Brody on that point.
“Maybe I can talk Piper into staying with Haley for now, at least until we can get back and settle this. She’ll be safer in town, with everyone as determined as we are to watch out for her.”
“I’m going,” Piper stated implacably as she entered the kitchen. She had felt Brody leaving her bed and feigned sleep because she was enjoying rousing with a sore, well fucked body and a pleasant afterglow still filling her from the night of excesses and wasn’t ready to face him and the inevitable end to their debauchery. A long hot shower went a long way towards easing her aching muscles and, remembering the pleasure of the night before, she would be ashamed of her easy capitulation if she hadn’t enjoyed that surrender so much. Determined to face him without expecting or wanting anything else from him, she had headed downstairs only to stop mid-way at the sound of their voices and the mention of Charles. “I want to be there to say I told you so when Charles doesn’t show. I told you, he has to be dead.”
“Why?” Brody asked her bluntly. “Because his death would be easier for you to handle than the fact that he has been alive all this time and hasn’t let you know?” The thought of her in that casino again with Pasquino and his goons calling the shots sent a cold chill up his spine.
Piper thought she could actually hate him at that moment, but she didn’t have time to argue with him or worry that he might be right. “Okay, put it this way then. If he is still alive and there’s a chance this man succeeds in getting Charles back to his casino, I want to be there to confront him.” Actually, the last thing she wanted to do was come face to face with the man she had always considered her father if he didn’t care enough about her in return to let her know he had survived an assassination attack she had been witnessed to.
“No, absolutely not, Piper. I forbid it.”
Piper narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to back down despite the anger turning his eyes from dove grey to cold steel and the way he crossed those thick, muscled arms over his bare chest had her pussy weeping for more of what he gave her last night. “You what?” she asked him softly. “Just because I was stupid enough to let you fuck my brains out last night, doesn’t mean you own me. You can’t stop me from going wherever the hell I want.”
Brody closed his eyes in frustration, knowing she was right. Where was that shy, malleable young girl he first met when he needed her? “Piper, you don’t understand…”