With his hands on her shoulders, Brody gently eased Piper to her knees in front of Ian, following her down to settle behind her, one hand moving to roam lightly over her buttocks, the other simply cupping her warm, damp folds. “Hold your breasts up for Ian’s cock, keeping them close enough together to leave him room to slide between them.”
Piper shuddered with longing, moving to obey him without a qualm. This was new for her and as Ian pushed his cock between her uplifted breasts, the purple head coming within reaching distance of her mouth, she couldn’t keep from swiping her tongue over his smooth crown, lapping up the seepage from his slit, before he pulled back.
“Very good, Piper. For that, you deserve a reward.” Brody slapped her right buttock then followed with a smack on her left before once again running his palm over her now warm, soft flesh. “Do it again.”
“Only if you do that again,” she quipped, turning he
r face enough to look up into his.
“Of course.”
Ian didn’t need any prompting to push back between the soft plushness of her breasts, using one hand to hold the base of his cock, the other to tweak her nipples, one at a time, back and forth. When her tongue licked his head again, it took all his control not to let go yet.
Piper groaned when Brody slapped her ass again, this time harder, the sting and instant heat zipping to her pussy where his other hand remained idly cupping her. She knew verbally pleading with him would do her no good, so she moved her hips in an enticing parody of forward and backward gyrations, pushing her pubis against his hand then shoving her ass back to meet his descending palm. It was difficult keeping her breasts lifted, her mouth at the ready for Ian’s cock each time he pushed up and her hips in sync with Brody’s slaps, but the pleasure was worth the effort. Her buttocks were starting to burn, her pussy was pouring cream onto his hand, and Ian’s cock was fucking her breasts faster and faster, making her keep her head lowered and her tongue out to meet him each time.
Brody moved downward, smacking the under curve of each cheek now, as well as the top of her thighs as he released one finger and tormented her further by softly stroking her seam without entering her. When she muttered a curse, he grinned and did it again just to hear her mutter again. “Something wrong, Piper?” he asked innocently as he landed another resounding smack across both cheeks.
Piper ignored his taunt, released her breasts and grabbed Ian’s cock, bringing him to her mouth and engulfing his hard flesh. Both men’s curses rang as loudly as the slaps on her bare flesh had, and as Brody released a volley of fast, uninterrupted torment on her ass, she whimpered in pure, frustrated need, drawing hard on Ian’s cock, her tongue stroking over every inch of his ridged length, her lips tight as she pulled back to lave his head and under the sensitive flesh beneath the crown. Ian’s constant twists and pulls on her nipples added to the slow torture of Brody’s one finger teasing her with its shallow strokes.
“I can’t hold back, Brody,” Ian ground out as she suckled his head in a way no man could resist. Letting go of her nipples, he clutched her head and thrust into her mouth, deep and smooth, then fast and hard until his balls drew taut and he was seeing stars as he spewed down her throat.
Brody stopped spanking her and softly rubbed her red, hot flesh as he dipped his finger inside her, unerringly finding her clit and milking it between his finger and thumb until their mutual groans of release were the only sounds in the room. Watching them, hearing and witnessing their pleasure, had his own cock demanding its turn. As soon as Ian pulled from her mouth, he urged Piper’s shoulders down until she braced herself on her elbows, her face turned to look at him filled with anticipation, excitement and arousal. Her stamina as well as her easy acceptance of their demands amazed and excited him and he knew in that moment she was the perfect woman for him, regardless of what the outcome was of this whole mess.
Piper shuddered as the possessive look on Brody’s face made her body quicken. She had just achieved orgasm several times, high voltage, mind numbing climaxes that should have left her sated, but just looking at Brody had her libido in overdrive, her pussy once again creaming, swelling, preparing for his cock as she eagerly waited for his first penetrating thrust. She couldn’t help but moan when he grabbed her sore hips, her ass throbbing from his spanking, the discomfort feeding the need in her pussy to be filled.
“Brace yourself,” Brody told her as he shoved her knees further apart and pushed into her with one smooth thrust. “This is going to be fast and hard.”
Laying her head down, she took his deep plunge willingly, her pussy clamping around him like a band of steel, hoping to anchor him to her. His thumbs dug into her buttocks, spreading them, leaving her ass open and vulnerable to his gaze, and the thought of him just staring at her most private area while he thrust demandingly in and out of her sheath was a turn on in itself. Shoving back against him, she accepted every deep stroke willingly and fought to hold him to her each time he pulled back until their fucking became a battle of wills and harsh breathing. Her nipples rubbed back and forth on the carpet as he pounded into her, the rough abrasion only adding to the building onslaught of pleasure spiraling through her, but it wasn’t until she felt fingers on her clit, fingers that could only belong to Ian pulling her clit out then holding it snugly against the hard, hot length of Brody’s pummeling cock that her system exploded in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.
Her small contractions jumped to tight clasps when Ian rubbed her clit against his cock, her slick, warm walls clamping around Brody, drawing out his seed whether he was ready for it or not. He practically lifted her knees off the floor with the power of his thrusts and he knew it was only the hard grip of his hands on her hips that kept her from collapsing. He battered her womb as hard as his orgasm battered his senses, but neither one of them was complaining.
Ian rose slowly, his cock already erect and ready again. Ignoring it, he pulled on his jeans and very carefully zipped them up, grinning as Brody and Piper simply lay in a sprawled, naked heap on the floor, his arm around her back, as they both tried to gain control over their rapid breathing. “I think it’s safe to assume she’ll be able to hold her own this weekend.” He left the room with that remark.
Fulfilling fantasies in the privacy of her home was different than indulging in public, especially with the stress of being witnessed by a criminal who wanted nothing more than to bury the man she cared so much about. “You okay,” he asked her as he stroked the back of her thick black hair.
Piper turned her face towards his thinking she’d never felt better despite the throbbing of her buttocks and pussy from all the abuse heaped upon them. It was a delicious sensation, an achy reminder of the awesome sex they had treated her to. “Yes, I’m perfectly okay.”
“Then I guess I better have Ian book a flight for three in the morning.” Standing, he held a hand out to her and helped her up then taking her in his arms, her small frame nestled against his much larger one just another reminder of how easily she could be hurt.
“I want you to know,” she told him without lifting her head from his chest, “that I don’t expect anything from you after this weekend, regardless of how it turns out and how much I appreciate you being here for me this past week.” She knew the struggle to get over him this time was going to be ten times harder than last, but she refused to think about that now. Now, she wanted to simply put the matter of Charles to rest. If there was one thing Piper knew Charles loved it was the Empire and a no show by him would verify his death, as he would never just sit back and allow anyone to take it over, especially a man he considered his enemy.
“We’ll see,” was all Brody said because simply admitting he wanted more from her than sex wasn’t enough to cross all the barriers standing in his way.
Piper had called Haley and asked her to meet them for dinner later that afternoon and as they pulled up in front of the diner, Ian was disconcerted to admit he was looking forward to seeing her again more than he was looking forward to the chicken fried steak Friday night special. When he saw her walking up the sidewalk towards them, the livid bruise marring her left cheek now clearly visible, he wished he had beaten Tim Carlisle a lot longer and harder.
“Haley! What did that bastard do to you?” Piper threw her arms around her friend, feeling guilty for spending the morning indulging in amazing sex instead of checking up on her even if Brody had assured her she was okay. “Are you all right?” she asked anxiously as she pulled back, her eyes lingering on Haley’s discolored, slightly puffy cheek.
“I’m fine, so quit fussing.” Haley looked at Ian over Piper’s head, her smile tentative and questioning. He had been gone when she woke this morning and the disappointment she felt simply wouldn’t do. She had no interest in men, definitely no interest in seeking out another relationship. She loved her shop, her small town and her friends. For the past six years, that was all she had needed to be happy, but the way her nipples beaded and her pussy spasmed at just the sight of him told her that maybe she needed a little more now. Ever since Ian had walked into her shop a week ago, her body had been trying to tell her she wanted more, was ready for more, at least physically. She had managed to ignore her reawakened urgings until he not only rescued her last night, but had shown how compassionate and understanding he could be by staying with her through the night, his silent, platonic presence enough for her then. But when Piper had said they were leaving in the morning, she knew her time to end her six-year celibacy with this man was running out. “Thanks to Ian, Tim’s headed back to Florida with another minimum twenty years tacked on to his original sentence and I’m relatively unharmed.”
“He’s been picked up already?” Brody asked sharply. “I wanted to question him myself this evening about Piper’s disappearance.”
“Sheriff Norton was convinced he had nothing to do with that,” Haley told him.
“We’ll talk to him after we eat,” Ian said firmly as he led the way inside, his irritation with Haley’s gratitude uncalled for. It was only natural for a victim to be thankful to the person who saved them from any further harm from their attacker, but it was the lingering look of lust filled longing that had him on edge. Giving in to that look would be a colossal mistake. She definitely was not a woman he could indulge in a hot and heavy one night stand with. But the fantasy of showing her just how good it good be with the right man wouldn’t let up.
The diner smelled just as good, just as homey as the last time they were here, and Mary greeted Haley with just as much caring and concern as she had Piper a few days ago. “Are you all right, hon?” she asked, her hand resting comfortingly, protectively on Haley’s shoulder after she seated them.
“Yes, thanks to Ian, Mary.” The minute she had spotted Ian unfolding his tall, cream your jeans body out of Brody’s hot red car and her body reacted by doing just that, she knew she wasn’t going to let the chance to have him scratch the itch he was respons