Page 19 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

PIPER

PEPPERMINT STROKES

I’m pulled from the most comforting dream by rough hands and the scent of something minty greeting my senses. It’s slow to unfurl, and my drowsiness tries to pull me back under and into the warmth of a wonderful dream where I’m running across a sandy beach with a handsome man at my heels. I’m laughing and he’s calling my name—warning me of the consequences of my actions—but then warm lips kiss the back of my neck.

I’m confused by this. The man in my dream isn’t that close, but what starts slow quickly morphs into a lick turned sharp nip. The bite of pain makes me gasp, my body seizing in fright until I recognize the scent of leather and citrus underneath the peppermint.

It’s Liam.

He’s straddling the back of my bare thighs while his large, calloused hands dig into the muscle of my upper back. I’m bare, and so is he. But where he’s scorching heat wherever he touches, I’m tingling and cool as the room’s air glides across my sensitive skin.

Contradictory, but it feels so good, and I groan in appreciation.

“How do you feel, darling?” He asks, kneading a little harder at the base of my skull before fisting some of my hair and giving a tug. Liam repeats the process a few times, his strong fingers massaging my scalp as he does, and I completely melt into the mattress. “You like that?”

“Feels so good,” I moan, a shiver rushing through my limbs when he uses the blunt end of his fingernails to scratch my head. I’ve always been tender-headed, and having my hair up for hours causes headaches, and right now, that edge of pleasure tinged with light soreness feels amazing. “Please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to, beautiful.” Seconds after his response, something warm drips onto my neck and then lower, leaving a trail behind that ends at my ass. Right over each cheek and then the middle, I’m slippery as the oil lubricates my skin. It’s a contradictory sensation.

From warm to cool and then back to heat the second his hands spread it. He works his way down my back, returning to my scalp ever so often, before digging his fingertips into the small of my back where two dimples sit.

Moreover, Liam is enamored with them.

His touch is possessive—almost harsh—but I enjoy the bite of pain almost as much as the featherlight kiss he leaves in his wake. I’m massaged and doted on, made to feel like his world in between sips from my favorite iced tea brand.

He also feeds me.

Fruits and cheeses with a few bites of pretzels, but my favorite item on Liam’s charcuterie is the assortment of truffles. They are sweet and decadent, ranging from dark chocolate with sea salt to caramel and a few have nuts, but my favorite part is eating them from his fingers.

He takes care of me. Slowly and with care, while strong fingers never stop their exploration of my body. Intimately. Possessively. Liam spreads another copious amount of oil as I take the last bite of cocoa, squirming when he spreads my asscheeks apart. I’m exposed, and my pussy is wet—have been since awareness sunk in and his touch flamed my need for him once again.

The earlier session is in the past.

I need more. Everything.

A satisfied male grunt comes from behind me as my holes clench the longer he stares. “Such a pretty little pussy.”

Christ,that earns him another near-violent contraction. Especially when he pours more oil and watches the way they coat my entrance. Front and back. I’m soaked and slippery, needing him inside this time, and I try to spread my legs in invitation.

I can’t though. Not with his weight on me.

Liam’s still straddling the back of my legs, and smacks my right cheek in amusement. “Do you need something, Pier?” In response, I try to lift my bottom half to better present my holes for his use, but it earns me a stronger slap. “Use your words.”

“More. Need more.” No sooner has those words slipped past my lips, that he’s beside me. On my right and tapping the back of my thigh, I’m silently told to get on all fours for him—I oblige. I’m trembling and on display, the minty sensation spreading and settling over every erogenous zone, when I feel something hard and smooth pressing against my puckered hole.

Not entering, Liam just holds it there. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Not a second of hesitation.

“And you know I’ll never hurt you?”

“I know.”

“Thank you.” Pressure is placed slowly against my back entrance, giving in just a little more each time as I relax into the sensation. Sure, there’s a bit of burning at first, but I welcomethe bite as he stretches me. My body accepts the intrusion and even pushes back a bit, taking the tip in deeper with each thrust.

Liam’s taking his time and adds more lubrication as needed, sometimes dipping the toy into my pussy and rubbing it over my clit, before returning to my ass. He does this a few times, and I take note of how different each sensation feels from the times I’ve played solo.

The firmness versus my gentle strokes.

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