Sweet Justice (5 page)

"Yes, I can see that, but why?" She didn't look away but kept her curious eyes on me. This was a good sign.

"You played with my cock, sweetheart. Just like an expert. I assume you aren't one and in fact, a very innocent virgin. Who told you how to do that?"

She swallowed and that had me thinking about what she could do with that mouth. "The ladies downstairs."

I clenched my jaw at what she'd done. "The ladies downstairs?" I repeated. "Sweetheart, we're going to talk about how a lady isn't supposed to wander a strange town alone at night, let alone enter a brothel. But not now." I stripped the shirt off my arms and dropped it to the floor. I sat down beside her. "Come here, Piper." My voice was level and even.

I would fuck her now as she'd all but taunted me into it. She'd been standing there when I opened the door, all bravado and sass. She'd come to stake her claim and if that hadn't made me rock hard, I didn't know what could. Besides it being ridiculously dangerous, it was hot as hell. Then she'd stood up to Ethel and had the audacity to grab my cock. Not just grab it, but fondle it in the most expert of ways. Then she'd had the ridiculous notion that I didn't want her, that I wanted Ethel instead.

I hadn't told her I wanted her; we'd only kissed and that had been brief. What we had between us was simmering, simmering as anger, but there was definitely lust there as well. We might be angry about the basis for our marriage, but there was no mistaking any longer the need in both of us. She'd started it when she followed me out of the hotel room, but I would take over and finish this. She might have a bold streak in her, but it was gone now. She needed me to take the lead, to be in control.

Taking off my shirt was just the start. I knew what I
wanted
to do, but not what I
should
do. We really were complete strangers and she was a virgin. While she'd been extremely forward and bold only a few moments earlier, it wasn't really Piper. She may have been given some tips from some ladies downstairs, she couldn't have learned everything. No, teaching her everything was my job.

I couldn't just toss her on the bed, rip the dress from her body and take her, at least not the first time. She needed wooing and a gentle touch, but 'gentle' was not a word ever used in association with me. My life was rough, my body was hard and big, my touch most likely aggressive. It would be difficult to control, for I wanted her readily enough, especially the way she was ogling my chest. My body, my cock, was primed and ready to sink into her. She would be tight and hot, and I would ensure that she was wet and eager for me.

She stood before me at a pace so obscenely slow it took all my willpower not to reach out and grab her. "We're practically strangers," she said.

"That is about to change." Finally, I put my hands on her hips, her body warm and lush beneath my palms, pulling her into the space between my wide set knees. Her covered breasts were in direct alignment with my eyes and I stifled a groan at how, if I just lifted a hand, I could cup one soft globe and test it's weight.

"Here? In a brothel?" she asked, looking around. It was a whore's bedroom, not the perfect place for our wedding night, but I was not waiting another minute to get my hands on her.

"Definitely here. When I make you scream your pleasure, no one will care."

"Wiley," she replied, her cheeks flushing prettily. Oh, she was definitely a virgin.

The sound of my name in her soft voice was very appealing. I took her small hands in mine and brought them to my chest. "Don't lose all that boldness now, sweetheart. Touch me."

Her gaze flicked up from our merged hands to meet my eyes. I saw trepidation and curiosity in the green depths. She licked her lips and this time, I did groan. I couldn't help the sound from escaping. Nor could I help it when I put my mouth on hers. Her lips were soft and plump and unmoving. A sound of surprise came from the back of her throat. When she parted her lips, I took advantage and my tongue slipped past. Sliding one hand up her back, I cupped the nape of her neck and tilted her head to kiss her more deeply. I pulled back, just enough to talk.

"Kiss me back, sweetheart."

I kissed the corner of her mouth, across her lower lip to the other side. Her breath was warm, her taste sweet. "I...I don't know how."

"Just do what feels pleasing to you." I kissed her again, and this time she was a little bolder, her tongue meeting mine for the first time. It was hard to go slowly, to not plunder, but soon I could.
Soon.

I kissed her and I kissed her until I felt her body relax, felt the muscles shift from tense to lax, her fingers pressing into my chest.

"Touch me, Piper," I said again. This time my voice was rough with need.

"I am," she replied breathily.

I shook my head slowly, took hold of her hands and moved them over my chest, my flat nipples, down over my belly and back.

Although her fingers were slow, she complied. The feel of her small hands on me had my cock pressing painfully against my pants.

"My turn." Carefully, so as not to make her skittish, I lifted my hands and began working the buttons of her bodice free. As I did so, her pale, creamy skin became exposed a little at a time. The top swells of her breasts were plump and full. I'd been correct in my guess; her pale skin was sprinkled with pale freckles. I couldn't resist and I kissed them, starting on the top of her right breast and worked my way across to the other. She was silky soft and her scent filled my nose. Floral, spring sunshine, and pure woman. It was a heady mixture. Her breathing escaped in little pants, making her breasts rise and fall as I kissed her.

"Wiley," she whispered, her hand tangling in my hair. As I continued to kiss her, I worked the material down her arms and over her hips so it pooled at her feet. One moment she was tugging me away, the next holding me to her. I smiled against her warm skin. I looked up at her from my very appealing spot, moving my chin back and forth, rubbing my whiskers against her, just above the edge of her corset. Her eyes were emerald green and a tad blurry, indicative of the start of her arousal. It was heady to watch her awakening to passion.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Can I...can I feel your whiskers?" she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow at her question, then sat back and tilted my chin up. If she wanted to touch me, I wasn't going to stop her.

Tentatively, she ran her palm over my jaw, sliding it back and forth. She was focused on her task and when her thumb ran over my lips, I opened and took the tip into my mouth.

Her eyes widened as I sucked on the tip, then let it go.

"I shouldn't like this, but I do," she told me.

I couldn't help but grin, for it went completely against her earlier brazen behavior. She might have been mad at me, she might have hated that we were married, that I'd come to see Ethel on our wedding night, but she couldn't lie about her reaction to me. Mad or not, she was attracted and quickly becoming aroused. I ran my hand over her hair to pull the pins from it, letting the long tresses fall down her back. Then, I tangled my fingers in the silky strands and tugged her into a kiss as her hand fell to my shoulder. Her attentions were more ardent now, her mouth responsive. She was a quick learner. Shifting, I turned, bringing her with me and lowering her to the bed so I loomed over her, my weight resting on one forearm. I did not break the kiss, only lowered one hand to work the stays on the corset, wanting to feel heated, soft flesh. Once the sides of the stiff garment parted, I finally was able to see what her breasts looked like, felt like. Tasted like.

I sat back on my heels so I could look down at her. As I did so, she watched me, and certainly didn't fight me, her lips slick and swollen from my kisses. Her breasts were full and plump and pink tipped, with perfect nipples that I longed to taste. And so I did. I took one into my mouth, the plump feel of it luscious against my tongue.

"Wiley, oh!" she cried, her hands once again in my hair. I laved the tip, sucked on it, even grazed it gently with my teeth, testing what made her writhe, what made her breath catch and what made her moan. It was a sweet sound, full of longing and surprise and sheer bone-deep pleasure. What was so powerful, so heady about it was that I was giving it to her.

I moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking and laving them while I plucked and tugged on the tight little tip. She was very responsive, and her breasts were very sensitive to my play. It was heady knowledge, indeed. I wanted to see more of her, taste more, touch more.

Her skin was so pale, her legs long and shapely. Everything about her was well formed and perfect. Running my hands over her, I discovered the inside of her arm was ticklish and that her skin was unbelievably smooth. How could she be soft and dainty when I was so hard and rough?

I stood tall, taking a moment to breathe and cool my ardor, but only a moment. I worked her stockings down her legs, removed her shoes, then her drawers last. She watched me with clear eyes, yet I could see nervousness there, perhaps a fear of the unknown. Hopefully, I was being gentle and slow enough to allay her fears of me. "Show me all of you, sweetheart."

She frowned. "I'm...I'm naked. What else is there to see?"

"Spread your thighs and show my your pussy."

Instead of widening her legs, she pressed them together and shook her head. "This...this is happening too quickly."

It was, but my cock didn't care. This wasn't just any woman; this was my wife. I was looking down upon the body of the one woman who belonged to me. While I'd earned the right to do whatever I wished with her via the law and God, I had to earn her trust to do so.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I gently ran my hands over her once again, gentling her as I would a skittish mare. "While it's true we hardly know each other and most likely will drive each other to drink more times than not, I have no doubt we'll be compatible in bed." Lazily, I circled my finger around the perfect swell of her breast. "What the ladies downstairs told you, I liked. Very much. My cock was—is—hard for you. Only you. We're going to be good together."

When I avoided her nipple, she arched her back and I watched it tighten before my eyes. It was all I could do not to groan. "How...how are you so sure?"

I shrugged. Meeting her eyes, I said, "Trust me to make you feel good and I'll trust you to tell me if you don't like something. I promise I'll stop. All right?"

I pushed my advantage, flicking the tip of her nipple with my fingertip and her eyes slipped shut.

"Yes," she replied on a moan.

Instead of having her spread her luscious thighs, I'd have to do it for her. She was of the mindset that if she did so herself, she'd consider herself wanton or forward. While I wanted her to be both, she'd have to learn her power over me. In the meantime, I grazed my finger down her body, circled her navel once, and then dipped lower and to where her legs were clenched tightly together. My finger dipped into her wheat colored curls and her eyes widened and her muscles relaxed.

"What...what was that?" she asked.

I took advantage of her shock and took hold of her thighs and slowly, gently parted her legs. My eyes widened and my breath caught at the sight.

"You look so surprised. Surely you've seen a naked woman before," she said, her voice tentative, clearly worried about her body and my judgment.

I did not want to even discuss the women who'd come before, especially since I'd just forced one of them out of the room. Their faces, their bodies all blurred together and were forgotten. All I could see now, all I could want, lay before me like a buffet and I was a starving man. My cock pressed against my pants in a painful reminder of what it wanted. I could see her pretty pink folds barely hidden by pale curls. Her hips were round and narrowed to a tapered waist. While trim, she was lush and soft and perfectly formed.

"You're mine, Piper. That's the difference. I'm seeing my wife's body for the first time."

She offered me a shy smile and flushed a pretty pink at my words. "This feels so fast, Wiley. Is it always this way?"

I thought of how I'd often felt lust and eagerness to fuck before, but this was different.
She
was different. I felt almost reverent toward her, even though we'd been wed barely fifteen minutes. I paused. It
was
fast. It was
never
this way and it was a little scary for me as well.

I shook my head as I stroked her soft skin. "No. It's never been like this before."

I would take it slow if it killed me.

"Don't I get to see you as well?" She bit her lip at her forward question.

I grinned as I arched a brow. "You want to see me, sweetheart?"

At her nod, I stood, tugged off my pants and let them drop to the floor.

Her eyes widened at the sight of me, and she came up onto her elbows.

"You're...um...you're big."

"You felt how hard I was." I looked down at my cock that pointed straight at her, long and thick, the large head broad with clear fluid seeping from the tip. "Ever seen a cock before?"

She shook her head as her teeth bit into her plump lower lip. "Nothing like that."

"Explain," I practically growled. "What man's cock have you seen?"