Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
In the car, I resist the urge to put my hand on her thigh. She touches her mouth as she stares out of the window. It’s like she’s trying to confirm to herself that the kiss happened, a real-life version of a text delivered notification.
“Thanks for the ride,” she says after a few minutes.
It seems like a clear message. She doesn’t want me to mention the kiss or anything romantic. She wants me to pretend it didn’t happen. I know it’s for the best. But I know something else, too. It hurts.
Soon, we’re outside Elliot’s apartment building.
She turns to me. “Uh, bye.”
What’s wrong with me?
Instinctively, my hand is on her leg. I can’t help it. I sink my touch hungrily into her thickness. She gasps and puts her hand on my wrist. At first, I think she’s going to push me away, but then she tightens her grip and leans forward.
This time, she’s the one who kisses me. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, moaning as she slides her hand from my wrist, gripping my arm. But then her moans turn uneasy.
“I… have to go.”
She runs from the car as if she fears what will happen if she stays. I watch her go, my body blazing, the feral part of me wanting to catch her and drive my swollen rod against the round globes of her perfect ass. There’s another part, though, that wants to hold her, whisper sweet, comforting words, and tell her everything’s going to be okay.
Instead, I wait for her to get safely inside and then drive away.
She texts me when I get home.
Piper: I can’t believe you did that.
Logan: I didn’t plan it. You looked so beautiful. You ARE so beautiful, inside and out. I meant what I said. We’re similar. We’ve got a bond. It goes beyond words, beyond work, beyond books, beyond anything.
Piper: I’m not saying I disagree. But to kiss me in public where anybody might see…
Logan: I know. It was reckless. I couldn’t resist you. You were so tempting. Every moment I’m near you, I struggle to control myself. You make me wild. Unhinged, like I could snap at any moment.
Piper: We have to stop. We can’t do that again. We can’t think about what it would’ve been like to go further, either.
She adds a kissing emoji.
Piper:
I stare at her words and the emoji, and my balls are so full I feel like I’m going to burst.
Piper: That’s bad, isn’t it?
Logan: Bad or not, all I can think about is what it would’ve been like to go further. But first, tell me where you are. Tell me what you’re doing.
Piper: Nothing particularly interesting. You know, just in bed, with the phone in one hand and my other hand, not doing anything.
She knows what game she’s playing. She knows she’s revving me up.
Logan: You make me wild. I thought you were going to hate me.
Piper: I only hate that we can never do that again. We shouldn’t even be texting each other now.
Logan: I know. I shouldn’t tell you that all I wanted was to lift you onto that table, drive my cock against your crotch, let you feel how rock hard you make me. I’m solid right now, Piper. I’m burning for you. So much precome is pulsing out of me for you. I want your body so badly.
Piper: What do you want to do to me?
Logan: First, I want you to play with your perfect pussy.
Piper: Who said I’m not already touching myself?
Fuck.
I rush into the bedroom, lie on the bed, reach down, and slip my hand into my pants. My hardness aches as I stroke myself, caressing my solid desire.
Logan: Tell me what you’re doing.
Piper: What, like, specifics?
Logan: The more specific, the better.
Piper: Okay, well, here we go. (Remember, this is my first time, okay?) I’m rubbing my hand up and down my pussy for you. I’m getting so hot and tingly. I’m touching my clit and waiting for you to send me something else.
I wriggle my pants down, my cock springing up, gliding my hand down to my base and then my tip, spreading precome all over. I know I should stop. There’s a voice in my head, yelling at me to think of Elliot.
But I can’t. Nothing matters except for my Piper.
Thinking of her as my Piper doesn’t seem as ridiculous as it probably should.
Logan: I wanted us to be alone. I don’t want anybody else to see or hear you when you moan and get sexy like you did in the restaurant. Then I would’ve torn your pants down, put you on the table, sunk my hands into your gorgeous legs, and brought my mouth to your aching, wet pussy. I would’ve glided my tongue up and down your lips, then paid special, ferocious attention to your clit.