It Started with a Crush by Piper James

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chase

“You’re so different…in the bedroom, I mean.”

Sage and I had eaten our pizza, and now we were snuggled up on her bed, her back to my chest and our legs tangled together. She’d gone quiet for a few minutes, and I was sure she was falling asleep when those words popped out of her mouth.

“I know,” I said.

She wasn’t the first woman to mention that to me, but I wasn’t about to say that out loud. I was usually better at hiding it the first time I was with anyone, but with Sage, there was no control. I was just too turned on. Too in the moment.

“I wouldn’t call myself a true dominant,” I said, trying to explain it as delicately as I could. “I have no desire to dominate you or do any hardcore kinky stuff. But I like…control. And I like to speak my mind, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she chuckled. “And I wasn’t complaining, by the way. I liked it. A lot.”

“Listen, if I ever tell you to do something you don’t want to do, you need to say no, okay? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not completely comfortable with.”

“Should we make a safe word?”

“No,” I said, laughing. “That’s not neces—”

“What about hot dog?” she asked, cutting me off.

“Hot dog?”

“Yeah,” she said, snuggling back against me. “If I want to stop, I’ll yell hot dog!”

“Oh my God, Sage. You do not need a safe word. And if you did, it would definitely not be hot dog.”

“You’re right. You might think I’m yelling it in excitement. I might accidentally put a diggity in the middle, and then I’d really be screwed. What about corn dog?”

I tickled her side, and she giggled, her body wiggling in a way that was definitely making my corn dog wake back up.

“Maybe you need a good spanking,” I said without thinking.

Her movements halted abruptly, and I silently cursed myself. Why did I say that? Especially given the context of what we were talking about. Fuck. Fucking idiot.

“You like to do that?” she asked, her words slow and careful.

“I was kidding, Sage,” I said softly.

She rolled over to face me, resting her head on her bent elbow. Her blue eyes studied my face, and I held still so she could see the truth in my expression. I had been joking. This time.

“You do like it,” she whispered.

“Do you?” I countered without confirming or denying her assessment.

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I’ve never tried it.”

“That’s something you only do with someone you really trust,” I said, suddenly feeling ill at the thought of some other man laying a hand on her delectable ass.

She was silent for two beats before she said, “I trust you.”

She pushed herself upright, and I sat up, too. I studied her face as my heart started to pound, watching her expression morph from uncertainty, to resolve, to something that looked like excitement. She rolled onto her knees and shuffled closer, pressing her mouth to mine in a quick kiss.

Then, she stretched out across my lap with her plump ass in the air.

I couldn’t breathe, or I was breathing too much. I wasn’t sure which. But either way, my head felt dizzy as my hand smoothed over the globe of one ass cheek.

While I had slapped an ass or two in the heat of passion, I’d never had anyone bend over my lap and ask for a real spanking before. I always initiated it, and it had been years since I’d done even that. But here was Sage, trusting me to bring her nothing but pleasure while asking for the pain.

My dick was throbbing already, and we hadn’t even started.

“Are you sure about this, Sage?” I asked, moving my hand to caress the other cheek.

She nodded, then moaned as my fingers slid between her thighs to touch her. She was already slick with need, making my heart speed up and my dick swell to full mast. I dipped one fingertip inside her, pumping shallowly before pulling my hand away.

She made a sound of protest, and I brought my hand down on her right cheek where it connected with a loud crack. She whimpered, and I quickly soothed the spot with my palm before pushing my hand between her legs again. She spread them wider, and my fingers found her center, once again dipping inside to tease her. She was even wetter than before, making me groan.

I pulled away again, and again, she moaned in protest. I brought my hand down on the opposite butt cheek this time, and she yelped before scrambling out of her prone position.

I panicked, ready to apologize and promise never to do that again, but the words died in my throat as she threw a leg across me, grabbed my cock, and lowered herself onto it in one quick motion. Her hands latched onto my hair, and she kissed my mouth as she lifted up and slammed down again. And again. And again.

My hands squeezed her hips, guiding her into a steady rhythm as we kissed. Her pussy was hot and wet, squeezing me without mercy in the most delicious of ways. Breaking off our kiss, she arched her back to offer me her breasts while using her tight grip on my hair to pull my head down.

I sucked and licked her nipples, alternating between them until I felt her pussy clench around me. She shouted her release before bringing her mouth back to mine, and I used my grip on her hips to quicken the pace until my own climax nearly killed me with its intensity.

Sage’s movements slowed to a stop, her tongue still licking at mine as we both floated back to Earth. When our lips parted, she pressed her forehead to mine and tried to bring her breathing under control.

“I guess you liked it?” I whispered, my hands smoothing up her back and down again.

“You might say that,” she breathed.

“I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, needing to be sure.

“Did you hear me say corn dog?” she countered.

“No,” I replied.

“Well, then, you have your answer.”

My lips curved up into a wide smile, and Sage returned it with a grin of her own. This woman was something else. I didn’t know which gods were smiling down and gracing me with such a wonderful gift, but I planned to enjoy her to the fullest.

And I would make sure I did nothing to fuck this up.