Undercover Obsession (26 page)

Piper breathed a sigh of relief and was
grateful for Ian’s offer, but pissed that Brody forced her away
from the night’s activities, and Cole, when everything was under
control now. “If she’s all right and Ian is staying with her,” she
stormed when he pulled up to her cabin and cut the engine, “then
why did I have to leave? Cole and I had plans tonight, as you very
well know.” Turning from him, Piper strode angrily inside with the
intention of changing out of her damp clothes and returning to the
park for the fireworks, and she didn’t mean the lighted display
over the lake put on by the city. She was itching for fireworks of
her own, ones she knew Cole could ignite in her despite the fact
she’d rather have Brody.

In a fast, startling move, Brody had her
pinned against the wall, his grey eyes snapping with fury and lust,
his stiff erection pressed insistently against her mound. “You
had
plans,” he snarled down at her. “Now you don’t.”

He had worked diligently all the way home to
keep his jealousy and temper in check, but he snapped the moment
his mouth met hers, his control a thing of the past, his body
filled with hot flames of lust burning like a forest fire out of
control as he kissed her like a man possessed.

Piper struggled, fighting herself more than
him as she felt her pussy swell and dampen with each stroke of his
tongue over hers, as she fought not to cling to his lips and react
to the erotic scratch of his beard on her sensitive skin. When his
hand grabbed both of hers and pinned them above her head, her
response was instantaneous, her hips grinding against his cock,
seeking release as she mentally struggled away from giving in to
him so soon after vowing she was done with him. Desperate not to
fall into this trap again, she bit his lip, hard, and relished his
curse as he pulled his mouth from hers, giving her the space and
the seconds she needed to try to resist him.

“You should remember how I retaliate when you
act up, darlin’.” Brody’s lip throbbed, that slight sting doing
nothing to lesson his arousal, on the contrary, his cock was harder
than ever, which made it difficult to bend her over one of the
kitchen counter stools, but not impossible. “Did you do that just
to get me to spank you, Piper?” he asked in a soft silky voice as
he flipped up her dress and shoved her bikini bottoms down. Resting
his palm on her right buttock, holding her hips down, he said,
“Because if so, it was unnecessary. I was already planning on
giving you everything you wanted tonight, including this.” He drew
back and landed a hard slap on that same cheek, loving the way her
startled cry ended with a whimper and a slight lifting of her hips
for more.

Piper grabbed on to the stool’s legs,
anchoring herself in place for the next smack which came fast on
the heels of the first. How could she succumb so quickly to his
demands, and more importantly, how could she survive another
encounter with him only to have him walk away from her again? But,
as had been the case since meeting him, her body’s dictates
overruled her determination and common sense and she simply let
herself enjoy this tainted pleasure. He rubbed the two areas he had
just swatted before landing another two slaps right over them. The
burn intensified, as did the pleasure, making her shift her legs
restlessly in an effort to seek release.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Brody rasped as he braced
a hand on her lower back to stifle her hip movements then quickly
smacked her upper thighs in retaliation. “You’ll come when I say,
and not before. You drove us both to this moment, and you’ll take
what I dish out and love every minute of the torment.”

“Jerk,” she muttered lowly as her buttocks
swelled and throbbed with each smack, the pain shifting down to her
pussy and making it swell and throb also, leaving her to strive
towards a climax whether he liked it or not.

“I heard that.” Leaning over, he whispered in
her ear as he continued to swat her ass, “But I’m your jerk.”

Piper refused to believe him, refused to go
where he was leading her with every sharp smack and every soothing
caress. He was aiming for her surrender, and she’d be damned if
she’d give it to him. She struggled in earnest then, trying to get
relief by rubbing her pelvis against the bar stool, and despite his
hand pinning her lower back, she managed to get just enough
friction to start the first ripples of an orgasm.

Brody watched her closely, saw the way her
hips managed to rub just the right way, saw the seeping evidence of
her arousal and knew he wasn’t in control. The sight and feel of
her red, warm ass affected him as strongly as her, his cock
dampening his jeans, his shaft so thick and hard he may not be able
to unzip. When Piper spread her legs in an unaware invitation, he
ceded this battle to her and landed a sharp slap to her soft pussy
lips, her scream of pleasure ricocheting in the room.

Her senses spun out of control with the
sudden burst of her orgasm, the pleasure so intense she didn’t
think she’d survive it. But when she finally came down, Piper was
stunned to feel the tidal wave of urgent lust that had possessed
her still demanding fulfillment. When Brody lifted her off the
stool, they seemed to be of like mind as they started yanking off
clothes, their breathing heavy as material ripped and got tossed
aside and then they were rolling on the floor together in a tangled
heap of bare flesh clinging together. This was the first time she
had felt the impact of Brody’s completely naked body against hers,
and she loved the way his taller, harder frame cushioned hers,
loved the feel of his hands roaming everywhere at once as she
reveled in the freedom to do the same. Everything about him was
thick and hard and she knew it would take her a lifetime to get
enough of him, which just pissed her off again and sent her right
back into a snarling frenzy of lust that she didn’t want with a man
she couldn’t hold, but couldn’t seem to do anything about but give
in to it.

Primitive lust and needs consumed him as
Brody felt the impact of her full nudity against his for the first
time. The night he and Ian had exorcised the demons brought on by
an aphrodisiac, they had both kept their clothes on, even though
the desire to strip had been the hardest thing he had ever had to
ignore. Now, he relished every inch of her hot, damp skin against
his, the way her small body with its surprisingly lush curves fit
against his, but when she started to fight him again in a pitiful
attempt at control, he flipped her onto her back and crushed his
mouth down on hers, relieved when she kissed him back eagerly, her
tongue dueling with his, her teeth nipping at his lips, her hips
bucking up against his, seeking his cock. Pulling away from her
luscious mouth, he raked his teeth down her arched neck, over her
nipples that were as hard and as erect as his cock, taking his time
relishing those sensitive buds before moving down her waist and
settling between her legs. With his eyes on hers, he spread her
thighs wide then slowly lowered his head and took a long slow lick
up her parted folds.

Oh, God, Piper thought. There was no way she
could fight this onslaught, fight the delicious feel of his tongue
penetrating her pussy, fight the added pleasure his beard prickling
her thighs gave her, fight the look of desire as well as a deeper
emotion she was afraid to label in his eyes. Keen edged pleasure
sliced through her when he added a finger with his tongue, and when
he set up a rhythm between the two she was once again catapulted
out of control. He continuously drove her to the edge with his deep
strokes and soft licks only to repeatedly pull her back before she
went over. Her misgivings were pushed to the wayside out of sheer
desperation as she clutched his thick, black hair in an attempt to
hold his mouth to her even though she refused to plead with
him.

“Damn you, Brody, stop tormenting me,” she
snapped when her small contractions were once again cut short of
exploding into bigger ones when he pulled his tongue and finger
from the well of her pussy. “I have ways of getting even, if you’ll
recall.”

Brody winced as he vividly remembered her
going down on him until he was ready to burst and then walking
away. Taking pity on her, he dipped his head again, used his thumbs
to spread her labia, and simply feasted on her. Licking her sheath,
her juices coated his tongue and filled his mouth, but they kept
coming as he stroked over her slick walls, teased her clit then
plunged his tongue as deep as he could. When her muttered swearing
switched to whimpering cries, he finger fucked her as he latched
onto her clit, the swollen red bud more than ready for some
undivided attention. Using teeth, lips and tongue on her, it took
only seconds to have her bucking out of control, to feel the
spasming release of her orgasm gripping his fingers and coating his
tongue, her cries music to his ears.

Need inflamed him as he rose above her, her
knees over his shoulders, leveling her hips for his cock. He pushed
into her still clutching pussy without preamble and closed his eyes
in sheer bliss at the feel of her clamping around him. But his own
need had raged out of control for too long for him to savor the
feel of her right now. That could come later, after he had come
inside her two or three times.

Piper was still reeling from another powerful
climax when he thrust into her, giving her no time to get her
bearings. His first plunge filled her, the second stroked her, the
third knocked her over the cliff again, left her struggling through
the layers of pleasure. She barely felt the rug abrading her bare
back as he rammed into her over and over, barely felt his cock
quicken and spew inside her as her own orgasm once more sent her
spiraling into that sweet oblivion.

A few moments later she lay stupefied beneath
him, her skin hot and damp, her body still shuddering with small
aftershocks rippling through her. Then he groaned, his cock
slipping from her and as he lifted his heavy, sweat slick body off
her, the rush of cool air over her own overheated skin was as
effective as a dip in the lake in January. Struggling to her feet,
she took in the wadded up area rug, the tipped over stool and their
clothing, some of it ripped, strewn in a haphazard disarray, the
mess a blatant sign of just how thoroughly she had caved.
Straightening her backbone, she vowed to be the one to reject him
this time, instead of the other way around. Without looking at him,
she turned to walk away with as much dignity as possible only to
find Brody once again taking hold of her. The next thing she knew,
her head was hanging over his back, his bare ass clenching right
above her face, her ass perched over his shoulder as he headed
toward the stairs.

“Put me down right now, Brody. I mean it,”
she demanded as she struggled to resist the temptation to sink her
teeth into one taut buttock.

“Nope,” Brody replied easily as he slipped a
finger into her still damp, still warm pussy and lightly stroked
her. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Well, I’m done with you.” But even as she
claimed that, her body was responding to that one finger, her pussy
preparing for more whether she wanted it or not. “Oh, damn,” she
muttered as she simply gave in. “I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

Brody chuckled, feeling lighter than he had
in days. Dropping her on her bed, he followed her down, his cock
slipping inside her pussy easily, her hips arching up to welcome
him despite her words to the contrary. He rode her hard, their
mutual lust surprising given their recent climaxes, but Brody
didn’t question his body’s demands or reactions any longer. It is
what it is, and right now, it was sheer ecstasy being inside her,
once again feeling her slick walls enclose his cock like a tight
glove, the pleasure of coming inside her again so intense it left
no room for coherent thought.

Piper fell into an exhausted sleep, too tired
to relish the feel of Brody’s body keeping her warm instead of
being subjected to the cold reality of him leaving her bed or to
question why he seemed to be sticking close. But she was more than
pleased to feel him spooning her from behind early the next
morning, one hand cupping her breast, his hard cock nestled between
her buttocks, poking her sensitive anus. She remembered the feel of
his finger penetrating her back hole, vividly recalled the pleasure
she had felt from having that orifice stroked. Just feeling the
smooth crown of his cock rubbing back and forth over her, his
seeping fluid softening her puckered hole, sent shards of pleasure
to her pussy, her lust once again threatening to spin out of
control.

Brody kneaded her soft, full breasts, loving
the feel of her filling his hand, her nipple poking his palm and
the soft cushion of her buttocks surrounding his dick. Her tiny
hole was damp from his seepage, making it easier for him to wedge
his finger between them and slowly slip it inside her. It had
shocked him to awaken with yet another hard-on and a need to fuck
her again that wasn’t going to be ignored. He hadn’t responded this
fast, this often to a woman since he was a randy teenager learning
the joys of a woman’s body for the first time. He was beginning to
accept that his strong feelings for Piper were tied to his strong
lust for her, feelings he’d be damned if he’d ignore for another
five years if things went badly concerning Charles and she walked
away from him again. Somehow, someway, he’d make it work, his
determination to remain a part of her life suddenly as strong as
his desire to sink his cock into her tight ass.

“Brody,” Piper whispered as she pushed back
against that invading finger, unsure what she was asking him for.
Shifting her shoulders, she gave him easier access to both of her
breasts while keeping her ass snuggled against him, careful not to
dislodge his probing finger that was stroking over such very
sensitive nerve endings and igniting a fire in both her ass as well
as her empty pussy.