8. Piper

Piper

My lips still tingled after the hot and heavy make-out session with the grouchy-looking biker. I lifted the tips of my fingers to my mouth and smiled at the soft reflection of myself in the mostly dark bathroom mirror. Thankfully, Hugo had found a candle booth and took a couple of the ones they hadn’t sold. The candle was in the sink, casting a soft light over me while I washed my face and glanced down at myself. The bright side about being stuck inside of a Christmas craft fair the size of this one was that there was a lot of goods to choose from. Including sleep pants. Matching ones Hugo had grabbed for us. I gently ran my fingers through my red curls hoping to calm the wildness in them, but I knew from a lifetime of experience that unless I had two hours to blow dry and straighten them, they didn’t have it in them to be tame. Not that I minded. I loved my curls.

“Does Hugo like curls?” I asked my reflection and rolled my eyes. Who cared if a guy who could kiss like the devil and make my brain shut off from overthinking liked my hair or not. My eyes dropped to my neck, and my lips parted. “Is that—" I started to say out loud, leaning forward, being careful of the candle in the sink. A hickey. A love bite. I straightened, my hand touching the spot his mouth had lavished attention on. Too much attention by the looks of it. Thankfully, Allie was in Colorado, hopefully with Winston, and not at home, or else I would never hear the end of how I had made out with a stranger.

But Hugo didn’t feel like a stranger.

I shook my head and sighed. Giving myself one last look in the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom. I wasn’t even a little surprised to find Hugo leaning against the ball, with one leg crossed over the other. My lips quirked up at the sight of him. Still in that thin white tank top that showed off every muscle, ridge, and line of his upper body, highlighting his thick biceps and sinewy arms. But instead of the faded blue jeans he had been wearing all day, he was in a pair of Christmas pajama pants that matched my own.

“Cute,” he noted as his eyes roamed up and down my body.

“I was about to say the same thing,” I muttered, hoping it sounded flirty and kind of afraid it was a little dorky.

“Come on.” He reached for my hand before taking the candle from the other and walked us back to the spot he had set up for us.

The building was concrete and metal for the most part, but there was a side of it that had almost an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. It was the area where the craft market had created a Santa’s village of sorts, with a huge gingerbread house and where there was an actual Santa so the kids could take pictures and tell him what they wanted for Christmas. The spot was surprisingly cute and cozy despite the pouring rain and fog building outside. We reached the spot where we had eaten dinner, and my eyes widened. I looked up at him.

“Did you do this?”

“No.” He shook his head. “My elves did,” he teased, and I giggled.

He’d created a makeshift bed for us. The TV we had taken from the stand next to his was still playing the crackling fire scene. LED candles flickered around the bed and pillows. His hand dropped from mine as he moved to set the candles on a table before blowing out the flames.

Hugo turned to look at me, and my heart fluttered in my chest. I wasn’t a virgin. Not even close. But for some reason, with the way he was looking at me as he stood there, his dark eyes laser-focused on me, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world who mattered, I felt a little bit like one. Like he could see everything inside me. The good and the bad, and for some reason, he still liked what he saw.

Not to mention just how seriously good he looked in that muscle shirt and flannel pajamas pants with gingerbread men and cookies printed all over them.

“Your elves, huh?” I grinned. I liked how silly he was. It made me feel a little better about what I had almost called him earlier. Daddy. I had no idea where that had come from. Maybe because he was older, even though how much, I wasn’t sure.

He nodded, and I watched as his hand rose and he scratched the back of his head. The movement only highlighted the muscles in his arms as the bunched and flexed. “I don’t want you to think I assumed we would sleep together. I can sleep in one of the chairs,” he offered. I stared at him for a moment before turning to look at the chairs we had been sitting on not only all day but when we ate dinner and then made out.

“Sleep sitting down?” I asked, confused. Maybe making out was all he wanted to do? He’d said he wasn’t married or had a girlfriend, but what if he had been lying? Or worse, what if by kissing me, he realized he just wasn’t that into me?

“If that’s what you want.” I shrugged, trying to act like I didn’t care, but it wasn’t easy. Not when the ease I’d felt slipped away and I suddenly felt incredibly awkward. Maybe everything I’d thought was going on between us was one-sided? Maybe what I had thought was the best first kiss ever had only been that way on my end? Oh god, how embarrassing would that be?

“What I want?” He frowned. I didn’t even get a chance to blink before he was standing right in front of me, pulling my body flush up against his. “Princess, does this feel like I want to sleep on a chair?” There was no denying the very thick, very long bulge pressed against my belly.

“Hugo,” I gasped.

“Now, my offer was so you could feel comfortable around me. I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re pretty good at the whole communication thing?” I whispered, and he chuckled roughly.

“Baby, no one has ever told me that.” His lips twitched. “Other than maybe my brothers in arms and in my club.”

“Club?”

“Motorcycle,” he clarified.

“Oh.” I licked my lips and loved the way his hand cupped the side of my face. His palm was warm and a little calloused, but the sensation only made me feel more alive than I had ever felt. “I’d like to share the bed. If that’s okay with you,” I whispered and felt him lean forward. Everything in my body braced with anticipation for a kiss that never came. Instead, his lips pressed to the side of my face, and he softly kissed my temple.

“Good girl,” he praised. My thick thighs immediately clenched together to find some relief. Good grief, the man was like sex on a stick. And even if it was only for a night, I was going to try to get my fill of him. Maybe getting stranded with a biker wasn’t such a bad thing?

We settled into the cushion-made bed. “Where did you find these?”

“There was a couch in Santa’s village,” he shared. “Made an okay base for a bed.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, glancing up at him. We were lying on our sides, facing one another, each of us tucked in with a large blanket I had crocheted and yet to sell. Though, after tonight, I doubted I’d want to. No matter what happened, I would keep it for the memory of the night the big grouchy biker softened towards me and gave me a kiss to ruin the memory of all other kisses.

I wonder what other memories he can ruin? the sex-hungry vixen inside me wondered, and he shifted, raising a manly dark brow.

“What was that look about?”

“What look?” I smiled, trying to act innocent while very well knowing the blush on my face gave me and my naughty thoughts away.

“You know what look.” His voice dropped as he scooted in closer. When I didn’t say anything, he decided to drop it.

“This is nice,” he noted, and I blinked.

“What is?” I asked. “The blanket?” I guessed. He shook his head slowly. Those dark soulful eyes dropped to my mouth, making them tingle for another kiss.

“It’s a nice blanket, don’t get me wrong, princess, but I think you know what I’m talking about. Being here with you. Lying like this… I don’t think I’ve ever done this kinda thing.”

“Never married?” I blurted, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Nope.” The ‘p’ popped. “Never married.”

“Or ever in a serious relationship?” He shook his head, and my eyes widened for a split second. How the hell was that possible? “But you’ve cuddled with someone like this, right? I mean, you’re like?—“

“Forty-two,” he cut in. His keen gaze never wavered from mine. “Is that too old for you?” he asked slowly. There was something in his eyes, almost like worry, staring back at me.

“No.” I swallowed. “Forty-two isn’t too old. I’m twenty-seven.”

“Really?” That seemed to surprise him, and I giggled.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were younger for some reason.”

“Now, does that make me too old for you? You one of those guys who like to date women under twenty-five, like Leonardo DiCaprio?” I teased, but his expression turned stormy.

“Not at all. Fuck, Piper, I was worried you’d think I was too damn old for you. I felt like a dirty, old man all week, watching you and wanting your from afar.” His confession made my nipples tighten beneath my thin tank.

“You did?” I asked, kinda turned on. I liked the fact we were somehow both attracted to one another.

“From the moment I spotted you and you smiled at me,” he confessed, making me just that more comfortable around him.

“I didn’t think you liked me,” I admitted and chewed on my bottom lip.

“Princess,” he groaned, rolling further into me, until the side of his body hovered over mine and his hands cupped my face. “I have a feeling I more than like you. I just didn’t know what to do about it.”

“And now?” I asked, my heart suddenly beating a little too fast in my chest. Anticipation curled low in my belly as warm, wet heat pooled between my thighs. So much I worried if he felt the material of my sleep pants, he’d encounter the wetness that had seeped through. “Do you know what to do about it now?”

“Piper.” There was no denying the crystal-clear warning in his voice.

“I like knowing you didn’t hate me,” I whispered, pulling my body up on my elbows so our faces were a little closer. The side of my breast brushed against his chest. Hugo’s eyes dropped down to it, and he licked his lips as if he was hungry. Starving.

“I could never hate you,” he murmured. His gaze turned hazy as it dropped to my mouth. “I’ve never felt this way, little one.”

“Little one? Princess… You like your nicknames.”

“I need you to know I’ve never liked anyone enough to give them one before.”

“And we just met.” My lips twitched. “I like you, too,” I admitted.

It was probably stupid. He was so much older and clearly a lot more experienced. But I didn’t believe in holding my feelings to myself. I had grown up with people who did that, and even if it meant I’d ended up heartbroken more than my fair share of times, I was always open about how I felt. I couldn’t resist the need to touch him either. My hand rose and stroked the soft, thin material at the center of his chest.

“I like you a lot,” I added. His nose flared.

“Daddy’s going to need you to quit being so damn sweet,” he advised. Daddy . Jesus. How the hell had he known that was exactly how I thought about him late at night when I couldn’t fall asleep? That it was what I called him in my dirty dreams I woke up from so frustrated and needy, my hand always dipped between my legs until I couldn’t breathe?

“Daddy?” I repeated softly. I’d never felt so connected to anyone on the face of the planet like I did in that moment. “Why does that sound so right?” I whispered, almost breathlessly.

“Because it is, little one.” Heat bloomed through me. I wasn’t sure which term of endearment I liked more. His big warm hand moved up to my hair, and he took a curl between his fingers. Stroking it lightly before he pulled on it. Watching as it stretched out like it was the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. Then he let it go and watched it bounce back into place. Unfathomable heat blazed in his gaze.

“You’re so fucking adorable.” He licked his lips. “Piper.” He swallowed, and something came over me. I might not be the type to hold back my feelings, but it wasn’t like I begged anyone for attention. But once again, everything felt different with Hugo.

“Daddy, please,” I pleaded softly. My chest rose up and down, my breasts felt heavy and achy.

“Please what?” he growled. His eyes locked with mine. “Please what, little one?” His head dipped closer. His nose nudged mine. I felt cold and hot all at the same time. There might have been a crazy storm going on outside, but it was nothing like the hurricane of emotions inside of me.

“Kiss me, Daddy. I need your lips on mine,” I breathed out, hoping and wishing he would give me exactly what I wanted. I had no idea what it was about him. Men like him usually intimidated me. Big and muscular and way too good looking.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he cautioned, but I didn’t care. “I kiss you right now,”—his free hand took mine and moved it between us. My breathing turned choppy—“I touch you right now, I might not be able to stop.” The promise of what would happen tonight hung thickly in the air. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted everything. I doubted I’d ever been so needy, so achy, for anything in my entire life.

“Please, Daddy,” I repeated, knowing without a doubt that I was sealing my fate to his. “Kiss me.” The words hadn’t slipped past my tongue for a second before Hugo’s mouth crashed down on mine.

It was clear by the sheer hunger and dominance in his kiss that he was done trying to keep his distance from me.

It was like all his willpower snapped and primal need was all that was left. Our teeth scraped against each other, and his firm lips pressed against mine. My eyes shut as my body melted into his. He pulled me in closer. His hands moved to my lower back, pressing me against him. I moaned, and it was as if the sound spurred him on. He rolled us over, and my legs spread to make space for him.

“Holy fuck, princess. You taste so damn good,” he groaned, his mouth at my neck. The feeling of his lips on my skin had me squirming and writhing below him.

“Daddy,” I whined. Hugo growled. The hungry animalistic sound vibrated through him and settled at the base of my spine. My hands ran through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. I held on to him like my life depended on it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” His hand slipped down my torso and hovered at the waistband of the sleeping pants. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped. His voice sounded almost tortured. “Tell me to stop, pretty girl. I will. Fuck me, I will. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” The pads of his fingers pressed against my belly. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. Tell me, princess,” he rasped. “Tell daddy what you want him to do.”

“Please,” I whispered even though my voice trembled. Not with fear or nerves but complete anticipation. “Please touch me.” I wasn’t above begging. “Please, Daddy.”

“Fucking hell,” he clipped. Hugo peeled his body off mine. He sat on his haunches before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my sleep pants down, leaving me in nothing but the tank top.

“Fuck. Bare?” He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he settled down on his belly and moved my legs over his shoulders. “Fucking hell, baby girl. Look at you.” His fingers caressed my labia. “So fucking pretty. And pink. And this hair.” He groaned like he was in pain. Heat hit my face. I’d shaved my legs, but I hadn’t cleaned up my downtown area.

“I didn’t know, umm, this was going to happen or that anyone was going to see me,” I started to ramble. “If I had, I would have, umm, shaved or?—“

“Fuck no,” he grunted. “Don’t think about it. Don’t touch it. Fucking hell, look at you. Look at this little cunt. All pink and ripe. Fucking drooling for daddy’s attention, isn’t it?” I clenched, needing him to touch me so badly I couldn’t even remember what we were talking about. “So goddamn perfect. I like this hair on you, baby girl.”

“Daddy,” I whimpered, and my eyes shut when his finger teased my entrance, but he didn’t finger me.

“Look at you. Clenching, trying to pull my finger in you. You empty, princess?”

“Very.” I nodded. “Please, Hugo. I need you, Daddy.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, his scruff scratching my sensitive flesh. “Finger me. Fuck me.”

“Fucking hell, don’t say that, pretty girl.”

“Why?” I whined. He grinned wolfishly as his eyes devoured me.

“Because you say that again, I’ll whip my dick out and fuck you without taking a taste of this perfect little pussy first.”

“Da—“My voice cracked when he did just like he’d promised. His finger thrust inside me at the same time as the flat of his tongue swiped at my pussy, from where his finger was inside me up to my clit, rolling it around the bud of nerves. My back arched off the makeshift bed, shifting the cushions beneath us, but I was too far gone to care. He didn’t stop either. The more he licked and sucked, the louder I was.

“Please, oh, Daddy!” I whined.

My voice was higher pitched than I was used to, but again, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but his mouth on me. The things he was making me feel. The quick way he worked my body higher and higher was alarming. Scary almost. But somehow, despite that, I knew somewhere deep inside that he wouldn’t let me fall. He’d take care of me, and not just in the fake bed we were on.

“Hugo! Hugo!” I started to chant until suddenly, stars burst in the back of my eyes and I cried out, “Daddy!”

Pleasure crashed over me in waves, one after another, leaving me boneless and euphoric. I licked my lips and felt his on the inside of my thighs before he kissed my knees and up my torso. His mouth covered my tank-covered nipples and sucked. My hands tangled in his hair, and I tugged, pulling him closer, making him groan. The vibrations washed through me.

“Daddy,” I whined. I couldn’t believe I just came so hard I actual saw stars and was now horny all over again. “Please,” I begged. His brows narrowed.

“Fucking hell, little girl.” He pulled on the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled his dick out. I lifted my body up on my elbows. My eyes felt like they almost popped out of their sockets.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. He was massive. Thick and long. I’d never seen anything like him outside of porn.

“Language, princess,” he scolded, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off his size.

“That’s not going to fit,” I whispered before my eyes rose to meet his. I knew he was big. I’d felt him pressed against me, giving me a hint of his size, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of him.

“We will fit,” he reassured me softly. His forehead pressed against mine before he touched my lips so sweetly and tenderly, my eyes misted up with tears. “You were made for me, which means I was made for you,” he whispered, making me melt into his arms.

“Hugo—“

“We can stop.” His offer was sincere. I could see it in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Please don’t.” I shook my head, nudging my nose against his. “Please. I want you, Hugo. I need you. I just… maybe go slow.” I licked my lips. Daddy’s eyes darkened, and his beautiful jaw clenched tightly.

“Slow,” he repeated. “Daddy can do that,” he vowed. My legs widened to give him more space before I leaned back and got comfortable beneath him. “Fuck. Look at you,” he murmured softly against my lips. “You look like a beautiful angel, princess. My angel.” His thick length glided against my pussy lips, and I shuddered.

“Daddy,” I whispered and then moaned. “I need you. My pussy needs you.”

“Fuck!” he cursed, making me heat up from the inside out. “Kiss me, baby girl.”

I did as he asked, knowing that he was kissing me to distract me while he lined up the blunt head of his cock at my entrance before his narrow hips started to pump back and forth. Slowly at first. Feeding my pussy an inch at a time. But even those first two inches, with his big, fat, mushroom-tipped dick, burned as he stretched me. My nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders. I gasped, and he took advantage of it by plunging his tongue into my mouth. My leg hooked over his waist as he slipped back in, making me take him even more. “Daddy!” I squeaked. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and landed on me.

“More?” he strained, and I nodded, my breathing off. “I’ll give you more.” He thrust all the way in, and my head pressed against the cushion beneath me.

“So big,” I cried out. Tears formed at the edges of my eyes, but they didn’t fall. I opened them. and our stares connected. His intense and focused on me.

“Baby, fuck, please tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he groaned. I could tell by the way he stared at me that he was on edge. His body taut as he tried to keep still over me.

“No.” I shook my head. My inner muscles squeezed around his manhood, loving the sounds he made. The pinched pain was gone, and nothing but pleasure was left behind. “Daddy, please.” I needed him to move. To fuck and love me until I wasn’t sure where he started and I ended.

“Please what, little girl?”

“More,” I whimpered. My hips moved, or tried to, under him.

“You sure?” he gritted. Another bead of sweat formed at his temple. I squeezed around him again. I realized the pinch of pain of him thrusting inside of me completely was now gone.

“Love me, Hugo,” I whispered. He made an animalistic sound of approval.

“Oh, I’m going to love you,” he vowed. “I’m going to love you so damn hard for so damn long, Piper. Forever.”

His promise was sweet, but Hugo was a man of action. He thrust in and out of my body. Slowly at first, making sure he didn’t hurt me, and by the end, I was begging for him to go harder. To be rougher with me.

And Daddy didn’t seem to mind.

He gave me exactly what I asked for until I was panting for breath. Right before I was about to come, he flipped us over, forcing me to straddle him. I rested my hand on the center of his chest.

“Ride me, princess. Show daddy how well you can take his big dick.”

“Shit,” I hissed, doing as I was told, because if I was going to be anyone’s good girl, I would be Hugo’s. I rode him in a fury of lust and passion. My eyes felt like they were about to cross when his hand reached for the back of my head, pulling me closer, making me take him deeper.

“Daddy!” I squealed. “I’m going to—“ I started to warn, but his lips crashed against mine.

“Find it,” he demanded. “Find it, gorgeous. Fuck, this tight, little pussy has me right there. I’m right there, princess. Jesus, come for me.” His face looked almost like he was in pain when I felt it.

I came.

Hard.

A riptide of pleasure slammed through me. My eyes shut as my body, heart, and soul soared. Wetness gushed from my body as warmth filled me from the inside out. My body fell forward, right onto his, but his hips didn’t stop rutting up into me. Erratically and jerkily. A guttural sound ripped through him, then Daddy’s hands gripped the sides of my face and I forced my eyes to stay open. As I stared into his, I felt like we were connected. Three little words clung to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down. Hugo’s arms wrapped around my body, and I rested, my ear pressed to his chest listening to his heartbeat slow down while I caught my breath. “That was…” I had no words for it. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Hugo needed them.

He pulled the blanket over us while his hand stroked my curls. Before I knew it, my eyes were heavy, my body more than sated, and I drifted off to sleep.