CHAPTER 17: Piper
When Theo showed me the key and told me Frost had essentially sent us to stay in his secret cabin in the woods, I was thrilled. I felt almost high. I felt like I was finally going to be free of Vinnie, free of Madam X, free to be with Theo. And, we had a remote love nest to go to where no one could find us, no one could disturb us, and all night to finally be together properly. I felt my pussy tingling with anticipation. So help me, I was going to fuck his brains out.
Even the ride to the cabin had me nearly losing control in the pillion seat. I crushed my body against him as he rode, the unrestrained vibrations of the bike transmitting straight to my loins, through the seat, getting my juices flowing. It was even more exciting than the first time we road to Handle’s Bar. I was very nearly a throbbing, primal thing by the time we reached the hunting lodge.
I got out of the saddle and turned to check out our new abode, as Theo parked his bike beside the small building. It was literally a wooden shack, surrounded on three sides by tall trees, but it was well taken care of. Theo tossed me the key and I undid the padlock that held the door shut. Peering inside, it was pitch black. I found a flashlight hung on the wall by the door and switched it on, shining it around. I saw some candles on a side table and lit them. Theo came in and saw some more, so he lit them too.
I turned the flashlight off and we looked around the cabin by candlelight. We saw one clean, homely, wooden room, and that was it. There was a fireplace, a huge arrangement of cushions and soft things that made an enticing looking couch/bed I could just fall into, a couple of desks, a table, and some chairs, and that was it. There was no power, no TV, no internet, and I thought it was just the most perfect place I’d ever seen.
“Are you cold,” asked Theo. I didn’t know why he was whispering, it just seemed appropriate somehow.
“Yeah, it’s getting chilly,” I whispered back.
“I’ll get a little fire going, there’s some wood out back that should be dry.”
“Come here first,” I smiled.
We came to each other and I fell into his arms. I leaned up a little to kiss him. He closed the gap between our lips and I pushed my whole body against him, wanting to feel him against every part of me. I caressed his tongue with mine, letting the little sensations run all the way through me, right down to my core. His strong hands pushed against my back, crushing my soft breasts against his chest and making me sigh out a long breath into his mouth. He slid one hand down further and squeezed my butt, making my lips smile against his.
I broke off the kiss to pull his t-shirt out of his jeans. He helped me with it, pulling it over his head and discarding it. I gasped at the sight of his smooth, muscled chest. I couldn’t quite believe it had taken this long for me to see him without his shirt on. It seemed weird, considering what we’d been through, done with each other, and almost done again.
He kept his arms down by his sides and let me examine his body. I ran my hands all over him, touching him gently like he was too perfect to be real. His shoulders held so much strength, his pecs almost rippled, and his abs were like rock. I stroked him, teased him, bent down my face to kiss and lick his beautiful chest. Still, he kept his arms down, allowing me to explore and enjoy him at my leisure. When, as I ran my nails down his back and took his hardened nipple in my mouth, he finally drew in a sharp breath and let out a low moan, it almost caught me by surprise, like I’d forgotten there was a guy attached to this glorious body.
It struck then that there was another part of him I’d still not seen. Felt? Oh my God, yes, but not seen or touched properly. I pushed him back playfully, until he fell onto the bed, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I let him run his eyes over my tits, squished together in a bra that was slightly too small for me. God bless Tina, being kind enough to not only gift me some underwear but make it black and sexy too.
He stayed seated as I peeled the jeans off too, revealing a lacy black thong. Tina’s ass was clearly the same size as mine, even if her boobs weren’t quite as big. With an expression that looked almost like hunger, his gaze traveled slowly up my legs, paused at my underwear, then moved over my firm stomach, back to my breasts, then up to my face. I smiled, sexily, holding his look, as I undid the bra and held the cups to my breasts before, tantalizingly slowly, I slid it free of my tits for his viewing pleasure.
I felt my juices run and my clit throb as his eye’s devoured me. I slipped the thong down and finally revealed myself to him, finally stood naked before him, finally had the chance to completely show myself to him. Evidently, he liked what he saw.
“Fuck me, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” he whispered. I’d always known I had it going on, but it’s nice to be appreciated. I even felt a touch of heat in my cheeks, and my smile widened as I felt his desire for me. I was so happy and excited we were going to finally get to be together properly, and that we had all night to just enjoy each other.
I slowly stalked towards him, very deliberately setting one foot in front of the other, my boobs bobbing ever so slightly with each step, until I was standing over him, only a hair away. His hands went around my legs, and I felt his fingertips on the backs of my thighs. Slowly, he stroked his way up, over my ass, to the small of my back, and guided me gently so that my stomach, just above the smooth skin of my pussy, met his lips. I sighed and let my head fall back as his lips and tongue delicately worked across my belly, while his hands found their way up to my breasts to softly caress the sensitive skin under and to the side of my nipples.
His light touch was sending so many pleasure messages throughout my body, and building such a heat and feeling of need in my pussy. I pushed him back by the shoulders, onto his elbows, and crouched at his feet. I’d shown him mine, I still hadn’t seen his, and that wasn’t fair. I slipped his belt undone while he sat back and let me, undid his pants, and pulled them down as he lifted up his hips to help me, freeing his engorged cock which sprang up to meet me.
I tossed his jeans aside and stared at him, at last, in all his glory. He was perfect. Long, just thick enough, pink and so hard. He stood strong, like an iron bar, and twitched urgently when I touched my hand to him. I ran my fingers softly along the length of him, feeling the veins and ridges, and forcing him to suck in air through his teeth. At the tip of his round, smooth helmet was a tiny tear of clear liquid, a token of how excited my naked body made him. I had to have him then. I pushed my lips around his gorgeous dick, his sticky pre-cum thick and salty on my tongue as I swallowed it down, the soft muscle of the head of him was so hot and sweet as I held him in my mouth. I touched myself, feeling how wet and ready I was for him, as I moved my lips further down his shaft. I heard him groan and felt his rod pulse against my tongue as my clit throbbed in time with him. I wanted him to cum, wanted to finish him like that, to feel him explode against my soft tongue and be powerless to stop me, powerless to resist me. But there would be time for that later. I needed his hot dick in my pussy, first.
Only, before I could stop myself, he carefully took me by the shoulders and lifted me off him. Slightly surprised, I asked him, “Are you okay?”
“So much more than okay,” he smiled. He kissed me passionately, his tongue all over mine, his hands groping and caressing my breasts, and turned me to lie on my back. The blankets and pillows on this makeshift bed were amazing, soft and light, like I was laying on a cloud.
Theo appeared over me, looking like all my fantasies come true, his perfect face framed by his floppy hair falling around it, then I gasped as I felt him firm against my slick hole, gently probing around my outer lips.
“Please, Theo,” I cried, “don’t tease me!”
He just smiled, holding his strong body over me, making me quiver beneath him. I felt him, hot and hard, against my sex. He moved slightly and I felt the length of him glide across my aching clit. It felt amazing, slick from my juices, he slid tantalizingly across my sensitive nub. I thrust my hand on him as he pulled back, pushing his hot staff harder against me. It rubbed against me deliciously, bringing a low moan from my mouth. I held him there, forcing him to keep rubbing his cock against me, each pass bringing more delirium to my pleasure-filled brain. I could feel my release starting to build and begged him to stop torturing me.
I let him go and he kissed his way down my chest, biting, sucking and licking at my hard nipples, down to my stomach again, before forcing a sharp breath into me as his lips kissed down the soft smooth skin between my thighs. I gasped again as his wet tongue found my hot clit. He kept working, slipping his tongue into me and then attacking my aching clit again. Moans began escaping from my mouth, as he sent small pleasures shuddering through me, and I could tell my orgasm was getting closer with every touch of his tongue.
I grabbed his hair in my fists, trying to pull him off me and push him against me harder at the same time, as I hovered on the brink of ecstasy. In the middle of everything, I felt him break off and lick his two fingers, then slide them swiftly inside me as his tongue went back to flicking my bean. I cried out, then swore as his fingers pushed back in again, brushing the top of my pussy walls and forcing more juice from me. I felt a surge of power run through me and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move for a long second before my orgasm crashed through me like it would rip me in two. I tore at his hair and scratched his neck as I came, swearing and thrashing as his fingers fucked me. And with each stab I felt I could stand no more, before the pleasure took me again and I never wanted him to stop, I screamed in rapture, bucking my hips against him until I finally felt my climax ease off.
“Oh, fuck!” I managed to pant. “Just put it in, please!” I begged him. He rose up over me and I felt him against my lips. I was so wet, he slipped right in and just kept going. I felt him pushing endlessly, deeper and deeper, thinking it must be impossible for me to take this much, but he just kept going. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the base of him meet my lips. The tip of him was buried so deep inside me, touching parts of me that had never been reached before, I squeezed myself around him, enclosing him and molding myself every bump and ridge of him, holding him there and never wanting to let him go.
We lay there, joined perfectly, my body still singing from my powerful orgasm, looking deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered. My heart leaped with joy to hear it. I was going to say something back but he gave me no chance. He pulled himself out, almost all the way, forcing a loud cry from me, before driving himself right back in, even deeper than before. I felt my orgasm come flooding back. I yelped in pleasure as he began thrusting himself in and out of me. My pussy was on fire, I couldn’t think, all I could do was scream with each penetration, my nails clawing his neck and back, my hips bucking as I tried desperately to cram as much of him inside me as possible. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me, so strong, so intense, I thought I would die.
But still he kept fucking me, his glorious dick pushing me closer and closer to oblivion, before finally, as I really believed I could take no more, he froze, gasped, then swore as I felt him explode deep inside me, his cock pounding as it released volley after volley of hot seed right into the center of me.
We both let out a long, desperate moan as the full, satisfying feeling of him emptying himself into my pussy died away, then kissed passionately as sweat began to drip off our bodies and we tried to remember how to breathe.
“Holy fuck,” I managed to say eventually. “That was so worth it. Thank God!”
“I know, right?” he said, rolling off me. He lay on his back, panting for air.
As my mind returned to itself, all I could remember was his face, his voice, his eyes as he told me he loved me. No one had ever said that to me before and I felt tears well in my eyes each time I replayed the moment. Tears of joy they may have been, but that didn’t stop a small sob escaping. “Are you okay?” he suddenly asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” I smiled and sobbed again. “Really, they’re happy tears. I promise you’re not with a girl who cries every time she cums.”
He lay back and laughed out loud. “I can handle that,” he said, “as long as you don’t run away again, that’s just too tiring.”
“When I have this here waiting for me here?” I raised my eyebrow as I lightly wrapped my hand around his cock. I felt it grow hot and bigger. “Not a chance,” I promised.