Piper needed time to set up and run a few errands. But she also wanted to do a little research on how to use the strap-on. Bending Michael over the bed doggie style wasn’t going to work. She wanted maximum pleasure out of this thing. She had some ideas, but watching a little porn would go a long way.
After that, she needed to figure out dinner. She wasn’t going to do room service.
She had something special in mind.
* * *
Michael was rock hard as he drove to the hotel. Getting the note from Piper was like a birthday gift. He had no idea what she was up to, but a sexy night in a hotel room sounded great to him.
He parked in the lot and took an elevator up to the fifth floor.
It was six twenty.
He was early, but so be it. He had been going nuts waiting at home. He found room 527 and rapped his knuckles against the door, only to find it slightly ajar.
He took that as an invitation and walked in.
A short hallway led to the actual room. It was dark, the shades drawn, but he could see a flicker of candlelight. His cock jumped, rocking against his zipper. “Hello, sweetheart. I’m here,” he called.
“Come on in, Mikey,” Piper purred. “I have some fun waiting for you.”
Michael entered the living space of the suite, pulling his shirt from his pants as he walked. Piper had candles lit all over, and the flickering light made animated shadows on the walls.
A magnum of champagne on ice and two glasses sat on a bar to his right.
Piper stood in the middle of it all.
Her hands were on her hips, almost daring him to not explode right there. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he’d ever seen on her.
It was some kind of corset that hugged each and every curve, cinched so tight at the top her tits looked like they were going to spill over.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, coming to a stop. “You look fucking hot.” He began to unbutton his shirt.
“Hold it right there.” Piper held up her hand. “Don’t take one more step. You have to be completely naked before you can touch me.”
“Is that an order?” He stopped, sliding his shirt off.
“You betcha, big boy. This is my night. And after you’re naked, I want you on that”—she gestured toward the couch—“then I will feed you from this bowl”—she reached over and plucked a bowl off the counter—“and this glass.” She moved to the bucket and lifted the bottle out of the ice and poured some bubbly into a glass.
He watched the champagne foam up as he unzipped his pants.
“I’m in,” he told her. “But can I get a kiss first?”
“Sure,” she said, moving toward him seductively, a glass in hand. “When you’re naked.” She didn’t take her eyes off him as he stripped.
Once he was done, she walked over and pressed herself against him, angling her head up. As he leaned down, she brought the glass up in between them and took a long swallow, then licked her lips slowly.
“Christ. Can you feel that?” he groaned, wrapping a hand around her waist and tugging her against his hardness.
“Yes,” she whispered. “And it feels mighty nice.”
He finally slanted his lips over hers, his tongue plunging quickly, tasting the champagne. He wanted to consume her right then and there.
When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. Piper handed him the glass of champagne. Then she turned and strode back to the bar to grab the bowl and pour another glass of bubbly.
Her ass was fully exposed. It was off the charts.
Straps of some kind went around her cheeks, making them sit plump and high. “Fucking A, Piper. Your ass in that thing is unreal.” He stroked his dick as he sat on the couch, but he had to be careful. A few pulls, and it would all be over.
She sat next to him with her own glass, setting the bowl between them. “This couch is hard as a box of rocks,” she said, “but it’ll work for all my nefarious purposes.” She plucked a chocolate-covered strawberry out of the bowl and held it up.
“I couldn’t give a shit how it feels. I’m much more interested in the view.” He opened his mouth and took a bite of the proffered fruit. It tasted like heaven. Piper knew they were one of his all-time favorites. These were gourmet, too. Big, covered in rich milk chocolate, drizzled with white chocolate. “That outfit is amazing,” he said after he swallowed. “It makes me want to lick every part of your body, starting with the creamy white part that’s spilling out right in front of me.”
Piper bent over to oblige him, and he ran his tongue along the top of one breast. She pulled away much too quickly for his liking. “That’s all you’re going to get until we get in the bedroom.” She fed him the rest of the strawberry.
When he was done, he took a sip of his champagne. “I’m totally ready to head into the bedroom now if you want.” He grinned as he continued to stroke his cock. He’d said it only half-jokingly, because it felt nice to be sitting here naked on the couch with his wife.
“Oh, no. You’re not getting what you want that easily,” she answered with a sly grin. “I need you a little drunker for what’s about to go down in there, so go ahead and imbibe.” She nodded at his glass. “And you’re going to have to remember—this is my night, my fantasy. We agreed to try anything once.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” Michael answered, taking a drink. “I’m up for anything and everything you can possibly dish out. Nothing scares me, least of all sex with you.” He let his eyes close for a moment as he remembered what Beth had said to him outside the library and wondered if Piper would ever be turned on by another woman. He opened his eyes as he took another drink of champagne. “Seriously, whatever you have up your nonexistent sleeve is fine by me.”
Piper put her red lips around a strawberry and bit down. “I’ll remind you of that when we’re ass deep.” Before he could respond, she slid off the couch and went over to grab the champagne bottle, sauntering back to the couch.
Damn, that outfit was off the CHARTS.
She refilled his glass. “Drink up, big guy. I want you saucy and smooth.”
He took a long swallow and laid his head back, still gripping his dick. No more stroking, or he’d come. The room was dark, warm, lit only by candles. “Did you say smooth? I haven’t shaved recently.” He was referring to the area around his cock. “I didn’t get the memo.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Piper giggled. “I like you manly.” She took another strawberry off the plate. “I meant smooth in the bedroom.”
“Are you insinuating that I’m not always smooth—”
Piper dipped one side of her corset down and offered him a taste of a strawberry, and then her nipple.
Michael groaned as he took a bite and then sucked, eliciting a moan from Piper.
Her hand dove into his hair. He blindly set his drink down on the table next to him and grabbed on to her hips, lifting her into his lap while he was still latched on to her hard peak.
She tasted so good, like honey and cream.
He angled his head to get better access, not letting go for a second. He didn’t want her to tell him no as his hands snaked down to her ass. He grasped it firmly, kneading her into him and groaned again.
She bent down and whispered into his ear, “My outfit is crotchless.” She edged herself back, staying on his lap, but breaking his contact with her nipple. Before he could complain, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly peeled the material down to unveil the other breast.
Michael’s erection throbbed under her thigh.
It took everything he had to keep still.
He knew she was planning something in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to preempt it. The thing Brad had said about nothing being sweeter than waiting to come filled his brain, and he held on to that like a lifeline.
It was going to be his new fucking motto.
Piper began to grind against him as he took her other peak into his mouth. “I want you so bad,” he said, trying not to sound too needy. “You’re so sexy.”