Her hips lifted. “Fuck, Piers. I need… fucking something.”
“And yet, I think I could keep this up for a lot longer.”
“Piers…”
“Was that a whine?” I lightly ran my fingertip over the top of her clit once before going back to the circles.
Her body jerked in response. “Fuck. Piers.”
“You said you needed something. I gave you something.”
She opened her eyes wide and latched her gaze onto mine. “I am so paying you back when it’s my turn.”
“My dick got harder just thinking about it.”
“Payback’s hell.”
“There is nothing you can do to my body that I’d consider hellish.” I regretted the words as soon as I said them because the look she gave me promised nothing but a tormenting revenge of pleasure. I hoped I was up for the task.
“Trust me,” she said. “You’ll definitely be up.”
“I wasn’t aware I said that out loud.”
“You did.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “And you’re being too talkative.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen her more appealing. Not that she was naked and in my bed, though that certainly didn’t hurt. And it was more than her sassy and sexy attitude, though that was a definite turn on. It was her countenance. How relaxed and at peace she was mentally, even while sexual frustration filled her body.
All at once, I realized what it was. The demons had left her eyes, at least for the moment, and in that second, I’d have given up my all my wealth, every last thing I owned to keep them away forever.
“What am I going to do about it?” I asked, repeating her question. “I think I’d rather show you as opposed to telling you.”
Though I hadn’t explored her near enough, I told myself we had plenty of time. Besides, even if I’d never admit it, I doubted I’d be able to last much longer myself.
“Oh God. Yes.”
“Open your legs wider,” I said, watching her eyes grow darker.
“You do it.”
I grew painfully hard at her request, and as I moved into position, her dark eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, you’re huge.”
“It’ll fit,” I assured her. “Might take a bit of doing, but I’ll work it in here. Eventually.” I ran my hand between her legs and pushed three fingers inside of her. “Hmm, you’re a bit tight, but you can take it.”
She still eyed my length. “Doubtful.”
“Let me put it this way.” I grabbed a condom from my nightstand to put on before I spread her legs open wide and moved between them. The head of my dick looked giant compared to her pussy. “You will take it.”
“Do it,” she said. “Make me.”
I slowly eased forward, stretching her as she took the head of my dick. “Fuck.” She was so tight.
“It’s not going to fit,” she said again, but added, “Damn. Feels so good.”
“It’s going to fit,” I said, paying attention as her pussy engulfed my cock to make sure she wasn’t hurting. “And you’re going to take Every. Damn. Inch.” I thrust forward with the last three words, holding still when I was buried fully inside her. Her eyes were closed. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never been better in my entire life.” She cracked open one eye. “But I bet I can feel even better if you fuck me instead of just sitting there.”
I’d never been with someone so playful during sex. Bri continually amazed me.
“Sorry for just sitting here,” I teased back. “You’re the one who was certain I wouldn’t fit. I had to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m better than okay.” She lifted her hips, trying to take me deeper. “Or I will be once you move.”
She didn’t have to tell me again. I held in place with my hands on her hips. “I’ll move, but you’re going to hold still and take the fucking I’m getting ready to give you. Understand?”
“Fuuuuck. Yes.”
I pulled out, only to slam into her hard. She’d already taken my entire length. We’d both knew I’d fit again. It would just be tight for both of us. I pounded into her hard and rough, the headboard of my bed hitting the wall with every thrust.
And with each knock of the bed, Bri answered.
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes.”
“More.”
Our climaxes weren’t subtle or quiet. Hers hit first, and I didn’t stop, but continued my relentless drive to sink more of my dick inside her body. A second orgasm rippled through her body, and my own wasn’t far behind. I clutched her hips and pushed as deep as I could get before I exploded into the condom with a roar.
I would have been content not to ever move again after I disposed of the condom, but of course, Bri had other ideas.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she wiggled out of my arms and made her way down my body.
“Payback,” she answered, before taking me in her mouth.
Chapter 17
Bri
The next few weeks were some of the best times in my life. Piers and I saw each other every day, and almost every night we spent in either his bed or mine. Seriously, how could life get any better? I had my best friend back along with awesome sex on the side.
We didn’t see Mia or Tenor very often because most of the time we worked out of the tiny conference room. In fact, we rarely saw anyone. I assumed that was because most Bachelor International employees didn’t know conference room B existed, and those who did tried to avoid it.
Granted, it wasn’t as if either of us was upset or offended to be left by ourselves. On the contrary, we rather enjoyed the solitude of the closet-like room. Not only was it isolated and unused, apart from the two of us, but the size of it didn’t allow for much room between us while we were inside. Of the two of us, Piers was much more interested than I was about exploring how far we could go before the chances of being caught in an embarrassing position grew too high for comfort.
Outside of all the alone time with Piers, the other reason the weeks were so enjoyable was the lack of communication from the Organization. After sending so many emails and texts I left unanswered, and after being unable to reach me by phone, everything suddenly stopped.
Obviously, I wasn’t naive enough to believe or even hope that just because the Organization stopped trying to contact me meant that I’d fallen off their radar. No. If I had to bet, they were probably holding discussions and debating the best way to reach me. I’d deal with it when it happened. Every second I was around Piers, the more and more it seemed impossible for him to have done any of the things I’d once thought him guilty of.
Unfortunately, I was making very little progress into why the Organization was interested in Piers in the first place. I’d pulled up as many online records as I could find, but none of them told me anything I didn’t already know. Orphaned at a young age, he lived on the streets and in and out of group homes until he was given a scholarship at the age of thirteen which allowed him to move to the United States. From that point on, he seemed to live an almost charmed life. After graduating at the top of his class at Stanford, he attended law school and worked to build up the success he now enjoyed.