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Without giving me time to answer, she pulls her hair halfway out of her face with one hand and goes back to what she was doing, and all I can do is lean back and take in every second. Her delicate hands, accented with those rings she loves, moving along my shaft with her mouth. Her tongue on the underside of my head, hitting the spot that makes me jolt nearly every time.
I reach out one hand, helping her hold up her hair, which she seems to appreciate because she makes a garbled noise around me. I feel the vibration everywhere and curse. She can’t smile at me, but when she looks up, her eyes twinkle in a look I’m starting to recognize as herI’m about to do something naughtyface.
And even though I spotted that face, when she releases me from her mouth, brings her free hand up to cup my balls, and licks from base to head, it takes everything in me not to come right then and there. She’s already got me teetering on the edge - despite having already helped myself once this morning with the thought of just this.
The reality is so much better.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask quietly, savoring the feeling of her curls in my hand as she bobs a few more times before answering with a wordless point at her mouth. “You sure? You don’t have to-"
Her palm squeezes my thigh, fingernails running down the exposed skin, and I shut up with a small groan. I tighten my fist in her hair and she moans around my cock. Alright. That’s something to explore later. When I’m about to finish, I whisper her a warning, and then feel everything drain from me in a slow, hazy orgasm that has my hips swaying up to meet her final strokes.
Piper makes a satisfied little noise when she sits up, shaking my hand out of her hair and swallowing whatever was left of my load in her mouth. One of those delicate fingers reaches up and wipes away a tiny dribble at the corner of her mouth, and the sight almost makes me ready for another round. Almost.
That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Thanks,” she says with a giggle, and I realize I said it out loud. I don’t even care. I’m so sated, it takes me a minute to regain my composure. Piper runs her fingers down my thighs while I come down from the high, and finally, I lean forward, fisting her hair in my hand and pulling her to me in a hard kiss. When she pulls back, laughing, I tighten my grip on her hair, just a bit, and her eyes narrow. “Quite the party trick, huh?” She licks her lips, like she can still taste me on her, and I reach forward, cupping one of her breasts and running my thumb over her nipple. Piper closes her eyes and takes in a sharp breath, letting her back arch. I seize the moment, hoisting her up by her arms and setting her on the long piece of the sectional.
Her doe eyes stare at me from where she lays on the couch, her back against the cool leather, hair wild around her head and her arms splayed to the side. But the grin on her face is nothing short of mischievous when I stare down at her, my eyes drifting from her swollen lips and pink cheeks down to where I’m about to return every one of those slow strokes in turn.
Chapter 39
Piper
Bexnearlyfallsoffthe couch when Fitz plops me down next to where he’d been seated, but she’s the last thing on my mind as I stare up at him, my chest heaving.
This aggressive side of him isn’t one I know a lot about - and yet, somehow, it’s satisfying to see it. Knowing that I’m what’s bringing it out is a mild - ok, major - ego boost.
Fitz kneels on the floor, still completely naked, and the outline of his mess of curls and broad shoulders are clearly visible with the light behind him. In his signature move, he grabs at my ankles, pulling me closer to him, but this time, the friction of my sweaty skin and the couch make a squeaking sound.
We make eye contact for approximately one second before bursting out laughing. Then, as if sensing the opportunity to ruin the moment further, Roscoe saunters over and starts licking at a sweat spot near me. I can’t stop laughing, curling into myself and watching Fitz out of the corner of my eye as he laughs too, shoving Roscoe away in mock frustration.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says to his dog, holding both sides of Roscoe’s face while he’s still at eye level. I look over to Bex, who’s been completely ignoring us, licking at a spot of carpet near her foot. Typical. Can’t even be mad at them as I put my clothes back on, with an understanding look from Fitz that tells me this is far from over for the evening.
“So what’s the dress code for this Fairy Ball thing?” I ask Fitz once we’re downstairs, getting ready to crawl into bed. I’ve returned to just wearing one of his shirts, a look I can’t complain about, because I know that in about five minutes, I’ll have him like putty in my hands when he presses up against me and I wiggle my ass in the way I’ve learned he likes. This whole situation feels very, very domestic - but you will not hear an argument from me, sliding into these expensive ass sheets.
Fitz fluffs up a pillow just in time for Bex to jump on the bed, nestling right on top of it. He picks her up, plopping her down on the floor. “I can get Frannie to share some ideas with you. We typically have a table every year.” I feel my eyebrows knit together. Bex jumps back up, clearing Fitz’s outstretched arms and nuzzling into the same pillow again. He picks her up, holding her in the air like Mufasa showing off a baby Simba, and then puts her down on the floor again.
“You have a table? At the Fairy Ball?”
“It’s not just a Fairy Ball, per say,” he starts, and then lets out a frustrated groan when Bex jumps up again.
“You’ll get nowhere with her,” I say with a shrug. “She’s a spoiled bitch who’s used to having half a queen size bed to herself.” He picks her up, holding her in his arms and scratching her head. Roscoe looks at them from the end of the bed like he’s about to shit in Fitz’s favorite pair of shoes.
“It’s a nonprofit group that does these crazy events each year, they call themselves Fairies but they kind of use it as a symbol for agents of change.” Automatically, my hand finds my side with the script font across my stomach. “Exactly.” He nods down to my hand.
“Frannie goes every year?”
“Frannie usually helps organize it, we host it at a reduced cost at one of the venues each year. Seer is on their board, or something.” I snort.
“Or something?” Fitz sits down on the side of the bed, leaning back against the headboard and letting Bex run to settle down at his feet. “You say that like you’re not sure.” He looks a little sheepish when he answers.
“Truthfully, Piper, I’m not.” He scrubs a hand down his face, and I plop down next to him, sitting with my legs crossed beneath me. Partially for comfort, partially because I want to get all the view time I can out of the purple lacy underwear I picked to wear over here. “It’s so frustrating, but I’ve realized the last couple of months just how checked out I’ve been.” My head cocks to one side, and he continues. “I’ve missed so many things, so many details, since…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, but when he looks down at his hands in his lap, I know he’s probably looking for a ring that isn’t there anymore. I nervously twist my own ring on my finger.
“Is Seer your sister’s best friend?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I think so?” He doesn’t sound sure at all, and he lets his head fall back against the headboard, both hands rubbing down his face this time. “God, Piper, everything just hit the fan all at once for both Fran and I. Hell, I didn’t even know she was as tight with Mateo and his friends, much less that Seer was a part of their friend group, until recently.”
