He disappeared down the stairs, leaving me and Hollin all alone.
13
Piper
I was alone with Hollin Abbey. This was a bad idea.
I swallowed and glanced over at him. He’d taken the seat opposite me on the couch, manspreading his legs wide and resting his arms across the back of the cushions.
“I could get used to this,” he said with a devilish grin in my direction.
“Most people could.”
“No,” he said calmly. “You.”
“Me?”
“I could get used to you like this.” His eyes crawled over me and answered the question on my lips. “A little wild.”
A hoarse laugh escaped my lips. “I am not wild.”
“You’re here with me…alone.”
“So?” I challenged him, coming to my feet defensively. “What? Are you going to put the moves on me?”
His smirk was so goddamn tempting. “I don’t have to.”
“And why not?”
“Because you want this as much as I do.”
I gaped at him for a split second before laughing softly. “Wow. You’re so confident.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Prove me wrong.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you.” I had my hands on my hips, only a foot away from him.
He was so sure of himself. And, fuck, it was a turn-on. I liked it even if I wanted to throw it all back in his face in the same second.
Hollin leaned into me. “That right?”
I opened my mouth to say some other smart-ass response when his hands dragged my hips forward, and I tumbled into his lap. My skirt slid up dangerously high on my thighs. And I could tell immediately how much I’d affected him.
“What are you doing?” I demanded breathily.
I should be standing up right this minute. I should shove away from him and tell him to never touch me again. But I didn’t. I sat there, straddling his powerful thighs, my hands on his shoulders and his face mere inches from my lips.
“I want you, Piper,” he said, his voice like smoke.
“Hollin…” I gasped out.
“I want to kiss you right now. Clearly, that’s a bad idea…”
Oh, fuck it.
Without an ounce of warning, I crashed my lips down onto his. It was like fireworks on the Fourth of July, wrapped up in opening presents on Christmas morning. It was everything I’d ever wanted in a kiss and more. His hands pushed up into my hair, sealing our lips together. His tongue roved against my lips until I opened for him, and then I was a goner. Utterly and completely gone. His tongue slid inside my mouth, taking control of the kiss I’d initiated. The first sweep of his tongue against my own sent shivers down my back. I squirmed against him, and he groaned, shifting his hips upward.
“I’ve been hard all day thinking about you,” he growled against my lips.
“Oh God,” I managed to get out as his lips ravaged across my jaw and down to my neck. The scratch of his beard made me hold on to him for dear life.
“Tell me you want me.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s what I want to do to you,” he said.
His hands slipped out of my hair and down my back. He grasped my hips and forced me hard against him. Holding me down into place over his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I rolled my hips in micro circles against the thick length of him, wanting nothing but this friction to release all this pent-up energy.
Suddenly, his lips were back on mine. With the roll of his hips against my core and his mouth conquering me, I was close to releasing right then and there. It had been a long time since something other than my own hand and toy had gotten me off. I had a feeling Hollin would accept nothing less.
“Piper,” he said as his hands trailed up and down my bare thighs, circling inward to my inner thighs and back up. He was getting closer and closer to where I wanted him.
“Hmm?” I gasped.
“I need your ass over that table.”
I blinked at him, love-drunk on the endorphins coursing through me. “What?”
He didn’t wait for another explanation. He lifted me with ease and flipped me around so that I was facing away from him in his lap. He’d picked me up as if I were weightless. Then, he pressed me forward until my face and chest were against the center table in the tour bus. My skirt hiked up nearly to my hips. From this angle, he had the perfect view of everything. My ass was on full display with the blue of my thong the only scrap of fabric covering my pussy.
His hands were on me, pushing my skirt up and out of the way. He appreciatively rubbed my ass a few times.
“You should always wear skirts,” he informed me. “Though I sure do like your ass in your tight jeans.”
I moaned as his hands slipped dangerously close to my thong. I clenched my hands on the table to keep myself from pushing back into his hands. To show exactly how desperate I was for his touch.
“How many do you want?”
“Want?”
His giant hand came down on my right ass cheek. I yelped softly at the sting, but pleasure flooded through me in the aftermath of the pain. Desire pooled in my core. I had already been wet from our kiss. I was going to soak through my panties now.
“That was one,” he teased as he rubbed his hands all over my ass again. “How many?”
“More,” was the only word I could get out.
I couldn’t see the smirk that was likely on his face, but I heard his grunt of approval right before he brought his hand back down on the exact same spot on my ass. I whimpered at the second one, squirming to escape the pain, even as my entire body was set on fire.
He jerked me backward and braced an arm across my back. “Two.”
Then, he swatted at me again on the other cheek. A quick series right, left, right. I gasped in pain as I tried to rub my legs together. I needed release. Holy shit. I needed it bad. I was close, and he hadn’t even touched me. But I wouldn’t get there without rubbing my clit.
“That’s six. Can you take it to ten?”
I moaned and bit down on my lip hard. I inched my ass back toward him. I didn’t know how many I could take. I had no frame of reference. I just fucking wanted it. I wanted all of it.
“Seven,” he said, bringing his hand down on the back of my thigh and then the other. “Eight.”
I yelped. That was so much more potent than my ass. Tears welled in my eyes, even as everything built up so high that I might never come back down.
“Please,” I whispered. “Oh God, please.”
He finished off the last two in a brutal, merciless succession. My ass was on fire. It was going to be red and painful. I wouldn’t be able to sit without thinking about him spanking me.
“There you go. That was very good,” he said in the gentlest and most soothing voice I’d ever heard him use. He was rubbing and massaging the tender flesh. “Now, do you need to be taken care of?”
I couldn’t even form the words. I nodded. If I’d had words, I would have begged him to let me release. I couldn’t even believe I hadn’t come from the spanking.
He tugged my thong to the side and dragged two fingers through the evidence of my arousal. “You’re so wet,” he groaned as if he could barely control himself.