Chapter 14

14

Piper

Okay, there's an injured baseball player going down on me right now in my kitchen.

Sometimes in my life I need to simplify things to one sentence.

And that's a heavy sentence right there.

Not to mention how hard it is to think and focus when Cutter's tongue proves to be absolutely fucking amazing.

I'm leaning against the counter, my lower back arched, my legs spread, wanting more from Cutter.

His tongue is greedy. Very greedy!

He slaps his tongue between my legs. He swirls around, making a wet noise that causes my cheeks to flood a deep shade of red.

I mean, hey, being wet is a good thing, but still… hearing it…

His hands are huge too. He grabs and holds my ass with ease, fingertips even digging a little too close to a certain spot back there.

Cutter knows what he's doing. He knows what to do.

I can't do what I'm about to do… but it's too late…

Cutter isn't Hunter.

Fuck!

I cannot compare this semi one-night stand hookup to the father of my son.

No.

I can't!

But I am.

Why?

Hunter treated it like a chore. I would have to ask for him to go down on me. And you want to know what his response always was?

‘When was the last time you showered?'

Like talking about making a woman feel gross, huh?

And then if he did actually go down on me, I always worried what it was like for him.

It also didn't help that he licked… oh, God, what a word… he licked… like he was sticking his tongue to a nine volt battery.

Cutter's tongue tastes everywhere.

He makes my legs jump.

My head falls back and I stare at the ceiling of my kitchen.

My hands shake as I grab at the counter. I don't want to grab at the counter anymore…

Cutter moves his hands just enough so that his thumbs are digging at the front of my hips.

And you know what?

Every woman has a certain spot that just works for them. Some random spot.

Cutter found mine.

Him pressing at the front of my hips…

"Fuck," I groan.

Cutter's tongue cuts up.

He touches my clit and I let out a yelp.

My hands launch from the counter and I grab for his hair.

Now I can't help but look down.

I have to see this. I have to know I'm not dreaming this.

Oh, I'm not dreaming at all.

And what does Cutter do right then?

His eyes look up at mine.

While his tongue massages my clit.

I keep my mouth closed and groan over and over.

I can't believe how good it feels.

To be touched. To be kissed.

To be kissed between my legs.

From a guy like Cutter Buckley.

I mean, okay, listen, how can I not do this for a second, right?

Cutter Buckley is a famous baseball player! That's right. A rich, famous baseball player is going down on me. In my kitchen. Right now.

Talk about taking full control of yourself, right?

I groan louder, chasing away all those thoughts, silencing all the voices in my head.

Cutter is no longer massaging my clit with his tongue. Oh, no. He's upgraded this experience…

How do I explain it…?

Cutter is making out with my clit.

That's the best way to describe it.

Yes.

He's loving my clit.

He's treating it as though he hasn't had water in three weeks and my clit is some special button that will offer water if he… hits the right… spot…

I throw my left hand back on the counter.

My right hand digs at the back of Cutter's head.

"Right there!" I cry out. "Oh, fuck, Cutter!"

Oh, it's happening… and it's happening really soon…

He's got me at the edge.

Three or four licks away from getting me to the end.

The light at the end of the tunnel is shining brighter and brighter by the second.

Oh… fuck… yes…

I suck in a breath.

And I hear my front door open and shut.

I gasp and quickly push at Cutter's shoulders.

His mouth literally pops away from my pussy.

Pops!

It's so fucking hot and now the moment is all messed up.

Because someone is in my house!

I look down at Cutter, flustered. "I think it's the serial killer."

"The what?" Cutter asks.

I can't help but notice the way his lips glisten like he's wearing lip gloss.

Nope. He's just soaked with my wetness.

"I think someone's been following me," I confess. "I think they broke in."

Cutter's eyes open wide.

"Piper? Piper Maple? Where are you?"

I gasp and cover my mouth.

I know that voice.

This might be worse than a serial killer.

It's Maryanne - my nosey neighbor…

"In the kitchen!" I call out.

I wave my hands at Cutter, telling him to get away from me.

I do not want my neighbor to find me in the kitchen with my pants and panties down to my knees and a baseball player writing a love letter with the tip of his tongue against my clit.

As I pick my panties and pants up, I glare at Cutter.

This is a very new situation for me to be in.

"Figure something out," I whisper in a growl to him.

When my panties touch between my legs I cringe for a second.

I'm soaked.

My panties absorb what they can and then they pull up against me.

And if you want to know the truth, Cutter has me so worked up and so close I'm afraid one wrong step will result in my panties pressing my clit the right way that sets me off.

Can you picture that?

Me talking to Maryanne and having an orgasm?

Maryanne steps into the kitchen.

Cutter in still crouched down on the floor.

Fuck!

What's he going to do now? Pop up like a stripper from a birthday cake?

"Piper," Maryanne says. She has some kind of strange looking goggles on her head. "Are you busy?"

I shake my head.

No, not at all. Just on the verge of a great orgasm from a guy who went down on me without being prompted to, begged at, or worked out a deal for.

"We have to talk about the cardinals," my neighbor says.

"You broke into my house because of birds?" I ask, gritting my teeth.

Maryanne starts to walk closer to me.

I wiggle my left fingers and Cutter takes the hint and inches back.

A famous baseball player sliding across my kitchen floor…

"The door was open," Maryanne says. "I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

"I was getting ready to leave in a few to go get Saxon."

"Oh. Right. Jeez, I feel foolish now. I'm just so excited."

"That's okay," I say. "I already told you not to worry about the birds. The cardinals. The eggs. You're in charge of it all."

"That's my point," Maryanne says. "The nest fell! And one of the eggs… it's empty. A tiny hole. Sucked clean and dry."

Sucked clean and dry…

I picture Cutter's lips around my clit, suckling and savoring.

No… don't do that, Piper… no…

"That's awful," I say. "That poor baby bird. That poor nest."

"I saved the nest," Maryanne says. She points to her head. "These are night goggles."

"Wow."

"That's right. I have the nest on my back porch. I'm going to take care of these birds. Well, the eggs first. Then they'll hatch. I'm going to do it."

"I like that."

"And if the mom comes back, I'll be waiting. She can have her babies. This is amazing. Do you see what I'm about to do here?"

Do you realize what you've already done? I'm thrilled you saved some eggs. But you just cost me a chance to come all over a baseball player's face!

"Are you okay?" Maryanne asks. "Your cheeks just got very red."

"Yes. Just a long day and night. I really do have to leave shortly to get Saxon."

"Sorry for just barging in. I should know better. This is your alone time. I should have respected it better."

"Hey. We're neighbors. We check up on each other. Just maybe send a text next time? And if I don't respond, then come find me."

"Deal," Maryanne says.

"Great job with the cardinal eggs too. Those little birds don't know how lucky they are."

Maryanne's face lights up with excitement.

She tells me she's going back home to research how to properly incubate the eggs.

I nod, smile and wait for her leave.

I turn around and face the counter and feel like I'm going to collapse.

My hands spread wide open on the counter.

I really do have to leave and get Saxon shortly.

I definitely have enough time to finish what had been started.

I can grab a quick shower or sit on the edge of my bed or I can just stand right here and-

"I'm still here, sweetie," Cutter's rough cut voice says from behind me.

I jump as he touches my hips.

I try to turn but he stops me.

"Don't mean to scare you," he whispers. "I don't leave until you're finished."

My eyes go wide now and I look down to see his right hand slipping into the front of my pants. And my panties, too.

My jaw drops.

I use my left hand to unbutton my pants.

I swallow hard.

My mouth is dry.

I'm forgetting how to breathe.

Cutter's fingers are aggressive. Perfectly aggressive at that.

I feel his middle finger take the lead and hook between my legs, leaving me groaning as his touch is like a magnet to my clit.

Some guys can't find it but Cutter can't help but find it.

I'm not complaining about that at all.

He adds his ring finger too.

I feel his breath tickle the right side of my neck.

I throw my shoulder up for a second.

Then I attempt to relax, or at least enough so he can kiss…

The second his lips and tongue touch my neck, I'm done for.

How can I not be?

Cutter Buckley is kissing my neck. His tongue is sweet and flirty. And his fingers are stuck together, circling and rubbing my clit at the absolute most perfect speed and rhythm.

My hips drive forward and I let out a loud and long groan.

The wave crests and hits me.

I know it's happening yet I still feel surprised.

Cutter has found all the cheat codes to get to me.

As I rock against his touch, he brushes his lips to my neck and sighs.

I throw my right hand back and dig into his hair.

"Cutter," I purr.

"I feel it, sweetie," he whispers. "Your cunt is dripping all over my fingers, sweetie."

I gasp.

Such an awful, vulgar word to use to describe…

Oh, fuck it. Only Cutter can make that word sound hot.

I close my eyes for a second or two and can't believe the swarming tingling ecstasy flowing throughout my body.

It's only natural right now to want him to pick me up and take me to my bed.

My mind is greedy.

Tongue? Fingers? Now I want his cock!

Both Cutter and I know that's not possible right now.

He slowly and carefully takes his fingers away from me. Sliding up the front of my body and out of my pants and panties. Touching my lower stomach for a brief second. I feel my own wetness.

"Goodnight, sweetie," he whispers. "Drive safe."

He kisses my neck and backs away.

I listen to him walk away but don't look.

I catch myself biting my bottom lip so hard it hurts.

My eyes fill with tears for a second.

Somehow I have to shove all these feelings aside and shift right back into single mom mode.