CHAPTER 15: Piper
I found my way over to Theo’s in about fifteen minutes. I pulled up outside. Like mine, his place was on the second floor with stairs up to a good-sized balcony. Unlike mine, the steps faced the main road and the balcony belonged exclusively to his unit, being separated from the apartment next door by a tall privacy fence. The outside was all painted a pleasing sandstone color, which glowed nearly orange by the light of the nearby streetlamp.
There was a knot in my stomach as I climbed the stairs. I couldn’t stop myself looking behind and all around me as I knocked on his door. I had the spookiest feeling I wasn’t alone and it was making me really jumpy.
“Piper…” he began as he opened the door for me. I cut him off by simply walking straight in, right passed him. “… Come on in,” he joked.
I walked quickly into his Spartan looking place, intending to sit down. Instead, I just paced from side to side. I was an emotional wreck. I caught sight of myself in the dark window by his front door. I looked a physical wreck as well.
“Piper, please try to calm down,” Theo said, clearly sensing my anxiety. “You’re safe here.”
“Yeah?” I looked at him for the first time. He looked a little worried around the edges, but I could tell he was happy to see me. And gorgeous, don’t forget. I had a sudden flashback to the sex against the wall of his clubhouse and I finally stopped pacing. My loins twitched as they relived the sensations and I felt a relief. A relief that I’d managed to think of something other than Vinnie, torture, and running away, even if was for just a moment.
I was so tempted to just rip his clothes off and mount him, just so I could go on not thinking about Vinnie. Maybe we could just fuck ourselves into oblivion. Just keep fucking each other until we died of exhaustion or starvation. I could think of a whole load of worse ways to go. But I quickly remembered what a sight I looked. I finally flopped down on the couch. There was a good measure of Jack Daniels in a glass right in front of me, so I picked it up and swallowed it down. It left a warm burn in my throat and quickly sent a blessed feeling of lightness to my fucked up head.
I looked up at Theo, standing there, so handsome, I slight smile curling over his lips as he watched me steal his liquor. “Join me for a drink?” I smiled back.
He burst out a short, loud laugh, and went over to his kitchen cabinet to find another glass. He returned and sat beside me. I poured some whiskey into his fresh glass and added some more to mine. “Cheers,” he said, clinking our glasses together. It was my turn to laugh then. Here we were, raising a glass to each other, after everything that had happened over the last few days. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t think of anything better to do, and I found that funny.
“Ugh, I feel awful,” I groaned once I’d managed to stop laughing.
“Well, you look beautiful,” he replied, putting his arm around me.
“You’re sweet,” I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder. “And a liar.” I gently pushed my head against his. His cool chin felt good against my tired brow. We came face to face, our mouths just an inch apart. I put my forehead against his, bringing our lips so close together. I so wanted to kiss him, wanted him to kiss me, just not quite yet. “Turn on your shower for me?” I breathed to him. He smiled, carefully set me back on the couch and got up. He disappeared around the corner of a very short corridor and I soon heard water running.
“So, you’ve changed your mind again?” he called from the bathroom.
I couldn’t think of what to tell him, where to start. He came back out and I told him about April, about the threats Vinnie had made, how I saw no other way for this to end than going with Vinnie. As I spoke, his expression seemed to change from shock, to anger, to sadness.
“I don’t give a fuck what he said he’d do,” Theo spat when I’d finished, “you can’t go and be a sex slave to some dick mobster just to protect me. I won’t let you.”
I’d had enough of men telling me what to do. “Who says I need your permission? If I’m in love with you, I’m allowed to deal with that however I like,” I yelled back.
I expected him to shout back at me. Instead, all he said was, “You’re in love with me?”
“No,” I snapped, “that’s not what I said.” I felt a rush of heat fill my cheeks. I needed to shower.
“Where are you going, we need to talk about this,” he whined as I headed passed him into the bathroom.
“In a minute,” I shouted back over the noise of the shower. I wanted some privacy but it seemed rude to shut him out of his own bathroom, especially when we already had a pretty good idea of what we looked like naked. I wriggled out of my short, tight dress and let it fall to the floor, then kicked off my porn star heels, and stepped into the downpour.
The water was hot, almost too hot, but it felt good. I needed it to be hot, I wanted to feel all the grime, sweat, and tears being burned off me. Typically for a boy’s shower, there was no scrubber, sponge or loofah, just a sporty looking body wash. I held it above my chin and squeezed, pushing out a load of orange goo to fall thickly over my breasts. I spread it over my body, lathering up, and scrubbed as best as I could with my bare hands, trying to remove the top layers, shed my skin, and maybe turn into a different person. Someone who was safe from all this.
I ran my hands over my body, as I rinsed the soap off me, and couldn’t help thinking about Theo. The feel of his hands on me, his body against me and especially, as my hands traveled down to my pussy, the feeling of his hard cock inside me. I felt a delicious throb from my clit as I allowed my fingers to rub over it. I pushed further, sliding my fingertip past my soft lips to feel the thick, slippery wetness that was hiding in there. The sensations made my knees feel weak and my lungs draw in a long sigh through my open mouth. I needed Theo, now.
“Do you have something I could wear?” I called out to him.
I didn’t hear an answer for a minute or two, until he called back “I’ve laid out something on the bed for you.”
“Bring it here for me,” I was sure he could hear the teasing in my voice.
I saw the silhouette of him as he entered the bathroom reflect off the tiles of the bathroom wall I was facing. I kept my back to the door, my hands under my chin so my arms covered my side boobs and smiled over my shoulder at him. He dropped the pile of clothes on the floor and smiled back, his eyes moving down my slender back to linger on my bare, toned butt. “Thank you,” I said, politely, “I’ll be out in a second.”
I saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes but, like a gentleman, he nodded and left. I shut off the water. I was horny for him, but I didn’t need another fast standup fuck against a wall. I needed us to take it slow, this time.
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All he’d managed to find for me for me was a man’s white dress shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. I rubbed the steam off the mirror and checked myself out. My hair was wet, lying long and flat, and the worst of my makeup had washed away. I only ever wore heavy makeup for work but I always thought I rocked the minimalist look better. I put the shirt on. I left it unbuttoned to just below my nipples and it was just about long enough to cover my ass and pussy, not to mention so much more comfortable than that tight dress. I added a faint lip gloss and some subtle mascara, and I looked so good, I didn’t bother putting on the boxers, I just picked them up and took them with me.
He turned to me as I came back into the living room. “Jesus you look beautiful,” he gasped, his eyes all over me. Now, at least I knew he wasn’t lying. I threw the boxers at him and he caught them without getting up from the couch.
“Don’t you have any more appropriate underwear for me?” I scolded him.
“Think about it, Piper,” he smiled as I stalked slowly towards him, “why would I have lingerie in my apartment?”
“Maybe you have a secret you’re not telling me?” I stopped in front of him and held out my hands. He took them and I leaned on him as I stepped up over his legs. I looked at his lovely face as I stared down my body at him, then lowered myself into his lap, settling my knees either side of him. I was sure he could feel the burning heat from my naked pussy hovering just over his junk.
I took the glass of whiskey he was holding, closed my eyes, and lifted my chin to drink from it. A smile spread across my lips as I felt his mouth press gently against the side of my neck. He kissed a little lower as I took a sip, and the feel of his soft lips, mixed with the liquor as it slid down my thought, sent a throbbing ache straight down to my pussy.
The fingers of his left hand stroked along the curve of my face as his right hand pulled at the button that kept my tits from falling out of his shirt.
“Where do you have a dress shirt from,” I breathed, as his hand moved inside it, sending a shiver through me as it slipped under my right breast. I felt my sex getting wetter and my nipple stand up, hard and proud.
“It was still here when I moved in,” he whispered, his thumb brushing across my hot, pointed nipple and bringing a moan from my throat before I could complain. “Sorry, I had it laundered.”
As his fingers glided up towards my lips, I opened my mouth and used my tongue to guide them inside me. I softly sucked on his first two fingers, gently caressing them with my tongue, as his free hand robbed me of my last button. He slid the shirt over my left breast, exposing my flat stomach and the soft, smooth skin of my pussy. I shuddered as his fingers brushed along that sensitive place, lightly tracing circles down towards my trembling folds.
Just having his fingers in my mouth was turning me on. I licked delicately under them, wishing I had his big cock in my mouth instead. I couldn’t help it but my hips were moving involuntarily, making small movements in the air, longing to feel something against my aching clit.
I took my hands off his shoulders and ran them over his pants. I could feel him, hard and hot, trapped beneath his jeans. I rubbed my hand over his bulge at pace with the small thrusts of my hips, making him sigh this time. I went for his belt, undoing it and going for his zipper, when he took his fingers out of my mouth. Still wet from my tongue, he slid them urgently up into my pussy.
I let out a gasped of surprise, which quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as his slippery fingers played around my wet opening, catching my clit with just enough pressure to force my hands back out to grab his shoulders again and grip tightly. I was so hot, already I could feel myself close to coming. I couldn’t stop my hips pushing against his hand, bucking gently to try and force him further inside me. My moans got louder and I put my hand on his, guiding him to where I need him and holding him still so I could fuck his fingers, getting myself closer and closer…
Suddenly, he put a hand under my butt and stopped me. I tried to hold on to him, tried to hold onto my orgasm, but he was too strong. He pulled his fingers away and I punched him on the shoulder in frustration.
“Ow!” he cried, “What was that for?”
“You asshole!” I punched him again, “I was so close!”
“We’ll get there, baby,” he smiled, “if you admit you said you were in love with me.”
“Fuck you,” I smiled back, going for his zipper again. He grabbed my wrists and my heart started racing. He brought our faces closer together.
“Say you’re in love with me,” he insisted, speaking softly into my mouth.
I felt a tear welling in my eye. I was in love with him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, wanted him to be fucking me, non-stop, for the rest of our lives. I just had to say it.
“I think I’m in love with you,” I murmured. His smile widened.
He closed the tiny gap between our lips and I melted into him. My whole body went limp, collapsing on to him to squash my breasts against his chest, pushing all of my weight onto him. He pushed my lips open, his tongue slipping in to find mine. I moaned deeply from the ecstasy of it all, feeding at his mouth like it was my last meal. I pulled his hands up to my tits, willing him to crush them in his strong grip.
We needed to be fucking, right now. I made room so I could go back to his pants and managed to jerk them apart. I could feel him still imprisoned and went in to help him out. Then my phone rang.
“Jesus, fucking what?” I broke away from his mouth to shout, but it wouldn’t stop. I tried to carry on but it was too intrusive, like the real world was invading our privacy, reminding me of all the shit I was running away from.
“Leave it,” whispered Theo as I moved to go answer it.
“Sorry, baby, I’m losing wood,” I smiled. “Be right back.”
I got off him and took a step to the coffee table, where I’d left my purse. I picked it up and answered.
“Yes?” I said irritably. I started pouring some more Jack into the empty glasses.
I’d finished filling one when Vinnie’s voice came on the phone. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” he hissed. I dropped the bottle as my blood ran cold. Theo swore and moved to pick it up. All I could do was try and cover myself with the shirt. I felt like he could see me, like he was spying on me from wherever he was
“What do you want, Vinnie?” I managed shakily. Theo froze.
“Me? Nothing. My boys, though, they’re outside. Say hi for me.”