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“You’re here!” Valarie Wyatt threw her arms around her child’s shoulders. “How was your flight?”
“It was fine. Glad to be here though.” Harper returned the hug. “I wasn’t sure where you wanted us to park.”
“Wherever is fine,” Val replied with a wave of her hand. “We’re booked solid, so there isn’t any room in the lot.” She stepped back to observe Harper and Pietr unload their bags from the car they had rented for the month.
“Are you two sure you’re going to be comfortable in your old room?” She continued. “It’s only a full after all.”
“We’ll be fine,” Pietr assured her. “Is cozy but is only for a few weeks.”
“If you’re sure. Otherwise, Emma’s room has a queen. It’s a little better.”
“Don’t worry about us, Mom,” Harper insisted. “We’ll be fine. Why don’t we go upstairs and test it out? I could use a nap after the party last night and all the traveling. I won’t really enjoy being here until I’m better rested.”
“Go on then.” Valarie waved them toward the house. “Help yourselves to whatever is in the fridge when you get up. I’ve got to run out and pick up a few things for dinner. Meant to be there and back before you got here, but the day got away from me.”
“You don’t have to entertain us, Mom. We’re here for a whole month.”
“And I’m so glad for it!” Val pulled Harper back into another hug. “Now! You two go take your nap. Unpack. Get comfortable. We’ll catch up later.”
Pietr hoisted both of their suitcases up. “Lead the way, my love.”
Harper took Pietr’s carry-on and her backpack before doing just that. The house wasn’t unfamiliar to Pietr. They had spent nearly a week with the Wyatt family at Christmas. However, as it was the Off-Season for the family’s retreat, they had enjoyed the privacy of one of the resort cabins. Harper’s older sister and her family had taken over the spare bedrooms of the main house.
“Go ahead and set those down wherever, bae,” Harper instructed. She placed the other bags on the desk. Pietr set their suitcases down by the closet, then moved to scoop Harper into his arms.
“The flight was too long. And the drive,” he bemoaned. “With you ditching me last night for Meesh,” he kissed her with a smile to let her know he was teasing, “I feel like I haven’t touched you in ages.”
“You were literally wrapped around me all night, held my hand most of the trip, and had a hand on my thigh the entire drive,” she reminded him.
“Does not count. Clothes were in the way.”
“I’m pretty sure you were naked last night.”
“Still does not count. I didn’t make you cum, and I certainly did not.”
Harper laughed, pushing him away. “You suggested a nap, not sex.”
“I wouldn’t in front of your mother. I’m not an animal.”
Harper closed the bedroom door, making a show of flipping the lock (“Just in case”). She kicked off her sandals. Pietr followed the lead and a few minutes later they were both naked. Pietr had her tucked beneath him in the middle of the bed.
He frowned, kissing a spot below her collarbone. “You have marks. From last night, as I don’t recall Isaac or I doing these things to you.” He slipped to her side to free up a hand. His fingers traced the outline of a bitemark.
“Isaac might have done that one,” Harper admitted with a glance down. “We, uh, got bitey that last night when you went to clean up in between rounds.”
Pietr hummed, trailing his touch lower. Harper flinched as he grabbed one hip. “Misha was rough with you. I don’t like it.”
“We both got carried away,” Harper acknowledged. “I asked him to go hard. There are a few sore spots, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“You are sure?”
“Positive. If I was hurt, I would tell you,” Harper declared. She leaned forward, pulling him into another kiss. “C’mon –gimmie that cock.”
Pietr laughed, nuzzling his face into her hair before giving her another series of kisses. Finally, he left the bed to go to his carry-on. He opened one of the side pockets, fishing out a packet from the box. He handed it over to Harper as he got comfortable between her thighs.
“Will you tell me what you did last night?” He asked, using his fingers first to expose Harper’s clit from her folds. “Did he go down on you like this?”
“No,” Harper replied. “A lot of kissing. He used his fingers first. More kissing. Then fucking.”
“You are the worst storyteller, Harper,” Pietr scoffed before diving into his work –getting her off. Harper moaned, reaching down to stroke her fingers through his hair. He was good at it and over the past few months had learned all the best ways to make her cum. Pietr also knew how to get her off quickly, or how to take his sweet time.
“How bad do you want to cum?” He asked. His lips pressed to the inside of her thigh, replacing his mouth with his fingers. “Or, should I ask how much time you think we have until we’re interrupted?”
Harper laughed. “You’re the one that’s horny. I know how much you like eating pussy.”
“I really do.” He flicked his tongue at her center. “I had to share with Isaac last week. Although, I also like to suck cock, so it was a good trade.”
Harper sat up, reaching for his shoulders to urge him to move back up her body. He slipped his knees against her hips, straddling her to kiss her. She could taste herself from his mouth. His tongue made soft, short strokes against hers.
“Fuck me,” she finally requested. She pressed the foil packet to his chest.
“How can I say no to that determined tone?” He teased. He took the condom with a smirk and another short kiss. “You want like this? Or you want to be on top?”
“Ugh, no, don’t make me be on top,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.
He laughed, backing away to rip open the package and slide the sheath over his member. “Turn over then. I take you from behind.”
Harper obliged, turning and getting comfortable for him. Pietr was careful of the light bruises on Harper’s hips as he slid inside her dampness. Harper groaned pushing back against him.
“So good.” She sighed. “Perfect fit.”
“Yeah?” Pietr gave her bottom a sharp swat that made her give a squeak of surprise. “I think part of you is just saying that. You liked Levin’s giant horse cock stretching your tight pussy, didn’t you?”
“—Fuck!” Harper flinched forward and moaned as he gave her another, harder smack.
“Answer.” His tone was firm, but also slightly teasing. “Tell me how much you liked it.” His palm smoothed up her back to her shoulder. A moment later, he had tugged her upward, against his chest. His thumb brushed her throat as he squeezed lightly, tipping her head back. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Say it.”
“I liked it,” she finally managed.
“No,” he coaxed in a huskier voice. His fingers tightened. He made shallow thrusts into her. “Say it.”
“Uh—I...”
“You can do it.”
“I, um, fuuu—” Harper groaned. She squeezed her eyes closed and reached up, pressing a hand to Pietr’s fingers at her neck. “Stop. No.”
Pietr released her at once, backing away. “Are you okay?”
“It just...” Harper shifted uncomfortably. Her own hand covered her neck like she was trying to rub his touch away. “I don’t know. Yes?” She looked up at him a mix of anxiety, confusion, and awkwardness on her face.
He gently cupped her face in his palms. “We can stop, of course, but I’d like to know what I did.”
“Are you upset about last night?”
“No.” He shook his head. “You enjoyed it, da?”
“Yes.”
“That is what matters. Period.” He paused, letting his hands slip away from her again. “Was I pushing? I only meant to tease you.” He had to think of how to formulate his thoughts, “I’m a little upset that he was rough with you. You said it was consensual though, so...” He shrugged and sat back on his heels. “I love you. I worry.”
“I love you too. What happened last night with Misha was between him and me though.”
“I like hearing you say dirty things,” Pietr explained. “I would love for you to give me a play-by-play of everything you did last night –including talking about how big he is and how it felt to take that cock. If you don’t want to talk to me about it, then you don’t have to. I’m sorry. We just...we talk about that stuff all the time.”
“We do. Maybe it feels different this time because you weren’t part of the experience with me.” She took in a deep, shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I was caught off guard and confused about the intention. It felt like you were dipping into your kink research a bit. I wasn’t ready for it.”
“I got caught up. I won’t tease you about Meesh again,” he promised. “You can tell me whatever you want to tell me when you feel like it. ...You’re all right? What can I do for you?”
She bit her lip, looking up at him quizzically. “Could you leave the stuff about Misha out of it, but try again?”
“How do you mean?”
“Be more aggressive.”
“You asked me to stop.”
“It wasn’t the hand around my neck I didn’t like. It was more the forced repetition.”
“I don’t want to force you to do anything, Harper.” He tilted his head to the side. “Yes, I can do more aggressive for you. You don’t like getting pushed to say things. I get it. I won’t do it again.” He straightened, tentative. He tilted her chin up with his finger. “You want to continue now? Or take a break? Calm down some more.”
Harper hesitated.
“Harper, I won’t touch you again until you say you’re ready,” he spoke firmly, drawing his hand away again. “If you want to stop, we stop.”
“You’re still hard—”
“It will go away. Or I jerk off for you. You like that?” An eyebrow raised. “You sit back and watch me cum.”
Harper frowned.
“Baby,” his voice lowered and he sank back further on his heels, “I need you to tell me what you want. Don’t worry about what I want.”
“C-can we stop for now? I’m sorry.” Harper looked down at the bed. Her arms crossed over her chest, covering herself. Hiding.
Pietr’s chest tightened. “Da, but stop apologizing, please? Do you want to be alone? I can go. There are still some things in the car to bring in.”
“No.” Her head jerked back up. “Can we take that nap?”
“Of course.” He reached down, palming off the condom. He’d begun softening the moment he’d heard stop. Nothing else was such a buzzkill when buried hilt deep inside another person. He tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed.
Harper shifted, making room beside her. She drew up the blanket from the foot of the bed, pulling it around herself.
“Full-Spoon or Half-Spoon?” Pietr asked.
“Half.”
She waited until he had settled beside her before covering them both with the blanket. She turned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her. Harper hooked a leg over his, pressing tightly into his side.
Pietr let out of a slow sigh, trying to relax. His mind kept running though, trying to figure out when he’d crossed the line. He felt like it wasn’t a single line, though. More like a series of steps he hadn’t known he’d taken to a point.
“Pietr?” Harper’s tone made him realize she had likely said his name more than once.
“Hmm?” He tightened his arm around her to show he was listening.
“I am sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He reached, smoothing his fingers over her hair. “Go to sleep. We’ll both feel better when we wake up. It’s been a long couple of days.”
Harper hummed. He knew she didn’t believe him. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but he was willing to give it a shot.