Текст книги "What Piper Needs"

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“I’m going to…try my best to hold on—”

Piper pressed the rubber tip to his opening. “Go…slow,” he ground out.

“Is this okay?” She pushed it in farther.

“It’s better than okay,” he panted, rocking into it. “It’s fucking awesome.”

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Watching Michael buck with pleasure underneath her while the dildo was inside him was amazing. She was fairly certain this was the hottest thing they’d ever done together in all their nearly ten years of marriage.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked as she eased it in more, not knowing how far to take it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s great,” her husband panted. “It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before—but good.”

“I’m going to rock it in and out a little.” Piper let go of the base and started to pump with her hips, mimicking the motion of a guy. As she began to fuck her husband, the other end of the rubber cock slid in and out of her. All the sensations were delicious. Coupled with the low vibrations, it was bordering on out of this world.

It was hot. And dirty. And hot.

She arched her back toward the ceiling as the hard rubber abraded her.

“Ah.” Her husband moved below her. “This is so…dirty.” His eyes were closed.

She glanced down at him and knew he was fighting an orgasm. His body was tense, like a cat ready to pounce. She began to pump a little faster. It was time to put him out of his misery. “Babe, I’m going to touch your cock, and when I do, you have permission to come. Got it?”

“Yes,” he breathed, lifting his head and opening his eyes. “I want to watch you do it.”

She rocked forward and back. “I love being able to do this to you.” The motions were hitting her in all the right places. Her nipples were aching so she reached up to rub them as she thrust. She was going to need it faster and harder to reach her own orgasm, but she wasn’t going to make her husband wait. “You’re going to come first, but I’m going to need more stimulation to finish myself.”

Michael grinned. “Good, because after I come, I’m going to fuck you with that thing until you scream my name.”

Piper’s breath hitched. “Deal.” She pumped in and out of him a few more times with renewed vigor, and then set a hand on Michael’s thigh, sliding it up to give him warning. “Are you ready?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, she placed her hand lightly on the tip of his cock and gave a long, quick stroke downward, then back up again, while she fucked him.

Three more strokes, and Michael cried out as he came.

His hips shot off the bed as his come arced across his abdomen. Not knowing if she should stop her movement or not, Piper eased in and out slowly while he came.

“Holy shit,” he swore, his body still spasming, his abs clenching and unclenching. When he had no come left, he collapsed back on the bed. “That was fucking fantastic. We are definitely keeping this thing.”

When Piper was satisfied he was finished, she withdrew slowly.

Michael was still tied up, and she had to wash this thing off if they were going to have more fun together. “I’m going to leave you here for a second,” she told him as she climbed off the bed carefully. “I’m going to go clean up and grab you a towel.”

“Go,” he said, his eyes closed. “But hurry back. We have unfinished business.”

Piper headed for the bathroom, unstrapping herself as she went.

She cleaned everything up quickly and grabbed Michael a towel. She was still extremely turned on, her clit throbbing for release. As she walked back into the room, she found Michael sitting up on the bed, hands clasped behind his head.

“I see you broke out of my super strong restraints,” she said, smiling. “That must’ve been a workout, Houdini.”

He curled his index finger toward her and said only two words. “Come here.”

She tossed him the towel, her breasts heaving out of her corset, her insides tingling. “I thought I was the one in charge tonight,” she said coyly.

“Not anymore.” He wiped his stomach and threw the towel down, patting the bed next to him. “You achieved your goal. You turned me on more than I’ve ever been in my life and made me wait in agony to come. Now it’s my turn.” She eased onto the bed next to him. “You think you love being in charge, but here’s a newsflash, you like it when I’m dominant. You always have.” Michael’s tone was hot and sexy.

“Maybe that’s true,” she admitted, “but I was totally turned on by all this. I might even want to try it again. But next time, I’ll just have to turn you on less first,” she said.

“You better not,” he joked as he caught her around the waist and flipped her onto her back, nuzzling her neck before she knew what had happened. Then he pinned her wrists above her head. “Now I’m going to taste you and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

Once those words were out of his mouth, Piper was on fire.

He was totally right. She had a dominant personality in real life, but she liked it when her man took charge.

“Spread your legs for me,” Michael told her.

She complied without a word, spreading them wide as Michael moved over her. He picked up the honey and drizzled some on his finger. “First, I’m going to rub you with this, and then I’m going to lick it off.” He lay on his stomach, draping each of her thighs over his shoulders.

His finger hit her core deliciously slowly.

“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes. A few seconds later, his tongue followed, and she lost herself.

Not being in charge had its perks.

As his mouth moved faster, she arched her hips up. His fingertips found her breasts, and she undulated more, rocking against his tongue, her hands fisting in his hair.

“You always love when I do this,” he murmured. “You’re lucky it’s one of my favorite things to do.” He licked her harder, his tongue racing over her very sensitive nub.

“No,” she ended on a moan, “you’re lucky that I like it. Many women don’t.”

“True, but not half as lucky as you are about to be.” He lowered her thighs from his shoulders and rose up on his knees, grabbing the strap-on. “Piper, do you see this?” He dangled the rubber cock in front of her.

“Yes.”

“I’m not going to be soft. I’m going to fuck you hard with it.”

Piper touched her own breast. “Yes,” was all she could manage as she squirmed in anticipation.

He lowered the dildo to her opening.

The pressure as it entered her was welcome, and needed. Her head arched back toward the ceiling, her breasts heaving up. “More,” she said, rolling her hips to accommodate the size.

“It’s on its way.” He slid it all the way in and quickly pulled it back out, increasing the pace as he pounded it into her.

“Yes,” she panted. “Just like that.”

Her husband rearranged his body so he could take a nipple into his mouth without missing a thrust. “You’re going to come hard for me, Piper, and I can’t wait to see it.” He continued to suck as he fucked her with the unforgiving rubber.

The tingles were building quickly.

Piper was close. She began to gyrate in tandem to Michael’s strokes.

“How about one last thing to take you over the edge?” Michael murmured. “Like me telling you that your tits are luscious, and I want to take a bite out of your ass. I want to sink my teeth into your cheeks because they look so perfect in your tight, motherfucking, body-rockin’ outfit,” he said it as his teeth bit down on her nipple.

“Oh!” Piper cried. She tensed a moment before the orgasm swept through her, jolting everything inside her as she came. She jerked upward automatically, her stomach tightening, losing herself in the pleasure as her entire body released.

* * *

Watching his wife come apart beneath him was awesome. Michael slowed the thrusts as Piper had her release, but kept the artificial cock inside her for the duration. He imagined it was his dick and that he could feel her contracting around him.

In a blink, he was hard again.

Piper finally opened her eyes, smiling radiantly up at him. “Wow. That was so good.”

“It was just as good to watch.” He grinned. “It would’ve been nice to come together, but then we wouldn’t have had this experience.” He slid the strap-on out of her and set it on the towel on the side of the bed. “Come here. I want to hold you.” He lay down next to her, and she settled into his arms.

Piper’s lips touched his neck. “Man, I could get used to this. I like us. I don’t know where we’ve been, but it feels nice to be back.”

Michael kissed the top of her head as he stretched out. “I don’t know where we’ve been either. I’ve been trying to figure out where we went off track, but can’t really find the source.”

“That’s because I don’t think we went off track,” Piper said. “We just took a break from dealing with things for a while. There’s nothing wrong with that. Marriage is full of twists and turns. We had a twist, and now it’s time to turn toward something better.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Looking back at our sex life the last few years, it kind of feels like we were in a dream state or something. Like we’ve been in a daze, just going through the motions.”

Piper nodded into his chest. “I hear you. I don’t think I told you, but Marianne let me go. She said I don’t really need her anymore. It was right after the office sex.” She chuckled. “She thinks I’m on the road to figuring it out myself, but sadly, I don’t always feel like I am. But I do feel like we’re on the right track.”

“I think it’s great Marianne thinks you can handle yourself,” Michael said, caressing her hip. “That’s huge progress. And, to me, there’s no such thing as fixed. You weren’t broken to begin with. You were just trying to find meaning in what we did.” He moved his hand up and rubbed her back. “I think we’re finally figuring out who we are together and what really makes us tick. Some people settle into a rhythm right away. We just took our time to get there.”

Piper angled her head up. “Do you really think that was the issue? That it’s just taken us this long to navigate our marriage?”

Michael nodded, bringing his hand up to push some of her hair off her face, hooking it behind her ear. He gazed down on her. “I don’t think it’s that simple, and there are a lot of complex emotions, but that’s the essence of it. You have to admit, we were very spoiled people when we met. We were used to getting exactly what we wanted, when we wanted it. We landed our jobs on the first interview. We could sleep with anyone we wanted. Things have always been…easy for us, I guess. But marriage is a balance of two people, not one. And after ten years, I can officially say it’s not an easy thing to do.”

“That’s true,” she agreed. “We were spoiled in a lot of ways. And though I don’t like to think of myself as a selfish person, I totally was. We were two selfish, spoiled people who decided to get married. Man, saying that out loud, it could’ve been a disaster! We had no idea what we were heading into.”

He pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling of having her close and content. “We can’t change who we are totally, but we can improve and grow. We’ve always been suckers for the new, shiny thing, and that’s translated to our sex life in a big way. But I think we’re finally wising up in our old age. I don’t know about you, but I feel happier than I have in a long time. I’m having fun. I think there’s a way to keep the new and shiny but relax a little at the same time.”

“Yes,” Piper added. “Looking back I think I was terrified that if things got boring after we got married, we’d both lose interest and end up splitting.”

“I was right there with you. That very first party, a year after we got married, when the girl hit on me and I saw the look in your eye, something wild sprang from that. I had the same fear you did, and seeing your reaction in that moment solved it, at least for a time.”

“Yeah, a long time—too long, if you ask me,” Piper said. “Why didn’t we just talk about this before? I feel like we could’ve changed things up sooner.”

Michael shrugged. “I think we were lost to it. I mean, it was hot. It gave us that new fix each and every time. Then we got complacent.”

“No more being complacent. It bores us to tears.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Michael rolled his wife onto her back and eased up on his elbow, kissing her forehead. She reached one hand up and drew him down to her, her kiss tender and searching.

He matched it, losing himself for a long moment. He let her know he was hard by stroking his cock along her hip before pulling back. “Are we staying here for the night? If we are, I’m going to need that crème brûlée ordered. And once it comes, what I do with it will put your honey to shame.”

“The plan was to sleep here. I have another bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge. And unless you’re going to stick the crème brûlée where the sun don’t shine, and go in after it, I’m not sure you can top the honey.”

“Yeah, just watch me.”

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“Okay, I have to confess. If Michael wants to do a top-ten sex list every month, I will become an exhausted, overwrought housewife. Except I work, so I’m not technically a housewife in layman’s terms, but it’s no lie. I will become overwrought,” Piper told Caroline over the table at Enzi’s, an Italian fusion restaurant. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s totally fun right now. I’m up for seeing it to the end. But this can’t be our new normal. Good Lord, it’s exhausting!”

“I don’t think Michael expects that. But you’re going to have to tell him your concerns,” Caroline said. They’d gone out for this week’s STD meeting because Piper had invited Emma to join them and they were waiting for her to arrive.

“I know I’ll have to bring it up eventually, but I already kind of tried when we had a little heart-to-heart on Saturday and couldn’t. We’d just had the greatest sex ever, and he was so happy.” Piper picked up her drink. “We were wrapped up in orgasmy bliss and agreed we were finally on the road to sexual happiness. We were both excited. I couldn’t put a damper on that. My Debbie Upper wouldn’t let me.”

“Hi, guys.” Emma greeted them as she came up to the table. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course,” Piper said, getting up to give her a quick hug. “We’re happy you could make it. Have a seat.”

This was the first time Caroline and Emma had seen each other since what Piper referred to as Video Sex Night. Piper glanced over at Caroline, who was smiling widely. “It’s so nice to see you again, Emma,” she said. “It really is. I’m glad you could join us.”

Emma sat next to Piper. “Caroline, before we start,” Emma said. “I just want to let you know again how sorry I am for everything that happened. I’m glad I finally get a chance to tell you that in person. I know what we did was way out of your comfort zone, and I apologize.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “I’ve been feeling terrible about it for months. If I could go back in time and change it, I would. I promise you.”

Caroline swished her hand over the table. “No worries, Emma. Really. I’m the one who needs to apologize.” She leaned in, keeping her voice low. Enzi’s had an open floor plan. “Honestly, I’ve wanted to call you and reach out, but I couldn’t get the courage up. I’m a huge chicken when it comes to stuff like that. But now that you’re here, I can let you know personally that you guys did us a favor that night. It all ended up being for the best. Jace and I couldn’t be any happier than we are right now. So I’m the one who owes you a huge thank-you, along with my humble apology for acting like a total witch the night we left.”

“We did you a favor?” Emma looked skeptical. “You don’t have to go that far.”

The waiter arrived at the table. “Can I get you a drink, ma’am?”

“Sure,” Emma said. “I’ll take one of those.” She pointed at Piper’s martini. After he left, Emma continued, “But honestly, I’m so glad to hear everything turned out for the best for you guys. I hope giving you the video was okay. It was our little token of good faith.”

Piper couldn’t help but snort. “You mean the video they watch daily? The super sexy one that she won’t let me near? I think it was more than okay.” Piper saw a blush form on Caroline’s cheeks, but she didn’t want to embarrass her friend or make this too awkward right off the bat. “Okay, so I know it’s a little strange, all of us being here together after sharing very intimate things together. But that’s also why it’s so great. And necessary. We’re the ones who can help each other when the going gets tough, and I don’t want it to be weird. I hope you guys will be okay with being here together.”

Caroline answered first. “I’m totally fine with it.” She told Emma, “Yes, the video was very welcome, thank you. It helped this work in progress gain some much-needed perspective.”

“It’s settled then,” Piper said. “We’re all works in progress, and we’re here to learn to better handle our lives, so they don’t handle us. That sounded kind of poetic, don’t you think?” Piper smiled at her friends as she lifted her glass. Tonight she’d gone with a house martini. It had some sort of berries floating on the surface and was delicious. “To girlfriend therapy.”

“To girlfriend therapy,” Caroline chimed in, clinking her glass against Piper’s.

Emma held up her water glass. “To girlfriend therapy.”

Before Piper could say anything more, the waiter returned with Emma’s drink and took their order. Once the waiter had left, Emma propped her elbow on the table and picked up her drink. “So I heard the tail end of what you were saying when I got here. Someone was finally excited, and you didn’t want to put a damper on it. I’m assuming you were talking about your sex life?” She chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. “Oh, this is tasty.”

“I was indeed talking about my sex life,” Piper said. “I’m not sure I’m actually capable of talking about anything else. But in the future we might want to try to mix it up a bit. We could get bored talking about nothing but sex.”

“Mix shmix,” Caroline said. “Sex is why we’re here. When we get old and gray, we’ll talk about the mundane stuff. But right now, I want the goods. I can see you’re struggling a little with this, Piper, and I love you. I want to help—we want to help.” She gestured across the table and smiled.

“I agree with Caroline. We’re here for the nitty-gritty,” Emma said. “Though I could talk about my neighborhood all day long.” She chuckled. “But that would be ninety percent about sex, too. Just not my sex.”

Piper appraised the beautiful redhead with one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to have to spill about your neighbors at some point, because Lord knows we want to hear all the details. I mentioned to Caroline that it was like real-life Desperate Housewives up there, but first I’ll fill you in on my wild Saturday night with Michael.” Piper related the story to Emma, leaving nothing out, because that would defeat the purpose. “So, after the strap-on sex, we had this great meeting of the minds, and then more sex after, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I couldn’t keep up this kind of pace. Planning isn’t as spontaneous as one would think.” She winked at her own joke.

“Wow, that sounds totally hot,” Emma said. She fanned herself with one hand as she took another drink of her martini. “I understand why you wouldn’t want to ruin the moment. Even though it probably wouldn’t have spoiled it like you think it would’ve. Michael’s such a great guy, and like I told you before, at the end of the day, all he really wants is to make you happy.”

“I know he does,” Piper agreed. “But we’ve had this weird roller-coaster sex life for so long, and we’re doing so well now, I’m scared to lose this new thing. I’m more connected to him now than I ever have been—even while we were dating—and if inventing a top-ten list every month is what it takes, I’m in. I have to be in. There is no other choice. Even though that will make me an overwrought housewife.”

Caroline shook her head. “It’s not your only choice, because I don’t think he expects that from you. He’s likely in the same boat—tired out from trying to up the ante each time. It has the potential to exhaust both of you more than satisfy you.”

“I know,” Piper said. “But the movie-theater sex was amazing, and he was really excited about it. It was short and sweet, but so sexy and unexpected. It pushed all the right buttons. I don’t want to take that away from us, or tell him I’m not interested just because I’m not cut out for long-term planning. That’s lame.”

“Pete and I have done it in a movie theater a few times,” Emma said. “We’ve had one totally hot session, but when we tried it again, about a year ago, we had this totally awkward encounter with an old guy! He stared at us the entire time.” She laughed. “We kept it on the down low, so I don’t think he knew for sure, but he suspected. Sometimes these things are hit or miss. Here’s a thought: Why not have a ‘Hot Friday’ once a month or something like that? You guys can take turns coming up with something out of the box. And if you skip one, you can always have a quiet movie night and see where it leads you.” She smiled. “Sometimes those can get the raunchiest.”

“Is that what you guys do?” Piper asked Emma. “Am I overthinking this? That wouldn’t be usual, believe me. Maybe I’m off the mark and it will morph into something normal.”

“You’re not overthinking things,” Emma replied. “I get worried a lot, too. Pete and I go in spurts having great sex, like I assume most people do, and then sometimes not. But to be totally honest, our sex life has revolved around other people for so long, it’s at the point where it all blurs together. I’ve been wanting to change things up for a while, but I’m still on the same course because I don’t want to ruin a good thing—same as you. I can give you advice, but will I take my own? That remains to be seen.”

“Are you telling us you’re sick of the lifestyle?” Caroline asked Emma, a little wonder in her voice. “Is that why you want to change things up?”

“Yes and no.” Emma paused, her fingers playing with the stem of her martini glass. “It’s hard to put into words, exactly. I really love the art of sex.” She glanced up at the women. “Piper and I have had this discussion recently. I love watching others have it. I love being wrapped up in the moment, but that’s all it’s become for me. Just one moment. Once it’s done, there’s a void with no feelings attached. I think the road I’m on is slowly killing my love of sex.”

Piper patted Emma’s hand. “We’re not going to let it kill anything. That’s why you’re here. I’m so glad you made it tonight, because we’re totally going to help you fix it.”

Emma smiled at her. “You’re so nice. I’m glad I came, too.” She picked up her drink. “But I didn’t come here tonight to drone on about my problems, especially when you’re right in the middle of figuring out yours. I want to help you first. You and Michael are charting this new path together, and it’s so exciting! It really is. And I don’t think you should worry too much about the when and where of it all, but focus more on the intimacy. You love risk-taking, but you also love the connection you get from it. If Michael wasn’t your perfect match, this might not work. But you guys are so in sync. It’s a beautiful thing to watch unfold.”

The waiter came and set down their food.

Caroline dug in first, taking a bite. “Oh, this is divine.”

Piper had ordered a seafood pasta. “I love this place,” she said as she took a forkful. “Going back to your prior comment, I do love the connection I’m having with my husband so much. It’s kind of a surprise, because that hasn’t been our norm. It shouldn’t be strange, but sharing our feelings is not typical for us. On Saturday we both admitted we were spoiled and selfish before we became a couple. I think shedding the old us and trying to create a new us together has been harder than we thought. But my biggest fear, now that we’re having so much fun, is ending it because I can’t be bothered to plan anything.”

“It’s not going to end no matter what,” Caroline said. “I promise you. It’s just going to keep evolving. We’re all in the process of changing our marriages. Look at me. I went from being plagued by guilt about my sexual desires to having a sex machine in the house! Marriage is supposed to be ever evolving, and you guys are on the right track.”

Piper snorted. “How is that thing, anyway? You’ve never told me how it went, and I forgot all about it.” She turned to Emma, leaning in close to whisper, “Jace bought an actual fuck machine, one with a dildo and a motor.”

Emma’s eyes got wide as she turned toward Caroline. “You mean to tell me you guys have something we don’t?” Then she began to giggle, which turned into full-on laughter. “We might have to call Ripley’s Believe It Or Not.”

“Stop it.” Caroline laughed along with her. “I can’t believe you don’t have one stuffed somewhere in the Pleasure Paradise. But, yes, we have one, and it’s awesome!” She covered her mouth and glanced around the restaurant before saying, “When we’re doing it, I totally buy that another guy is down there, while Jace is doing things to me up top that you can’t imagine.”

“Um, I think we can imagine,” Piper said, waving her fork between her and Emma. “This is us you’re talking to.”

“Well, yes, I guess you can,” Caroline conceded, still laughing. “But it’s working for us. We change it up a lot, but I’m so happy. I don’t think we’ll ever jump into sex with another couple again, but”—she leaned in, and Piper and Emma reciprocated—“I’ve been having these super-raunchy fantasies that include five guys.” She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. “But, unlike before, I’ve learned to embrace my fantasies and that having them is healthy. It’s taken me a while, but I’ve even started sharing them with Jace.”

“He’s not the only one you’re going to have to share them with!” Piper exclaimed. “We have to hear this.”

“No way,” she gasped. “It would be too embarrassing for me to relay in public. But,” she hedged, “I’d be up for doing a fantasy-swap party if I wasn’t the only one spilling. We could call it Fantasy Club. What do you think?”

Piper glanced at Emma and nodded. “You’re talking about each of us relating our wildest fantasies out loud? Sounds like a great idea to me.”

“Yes, exactly,” Caroline said. “It would be sexy times without being physical. Then we all go home to our guys totally horned up.” She was blushing in earnest now, and Piper couldn’t help but be proud of her pal. Caroline had come such a long way. “But, if you guys think it’s silly, I totally understand. I’m sort of a prisoner of my own fantasies…so at the moment I think there’s nothing sexier.”

“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Emma added. “A different way to spice things up for all of us. I’m also a fan of hot daydreams, and have them often.”

Piper took another bite of her pasta. “I only wish my issues with Michael could be solved with a hot daydream.”