Page 61 of Peaches

But I force myself back to the here and now and have only one thought on my damn mind as I stare back at the siren in front of me.

She traces her finger in and out of her center slowly and I stand like a fucking idiot in a sex induced trance as I watch her and can’t believe what’s happening before my very eyes.

She lifts her hands to her mouth and tastes herself. Damn my restraint all to hell! I find myself taking a step towards her which she quickly prevents with an outstretched hand and her flat palm telling me if I know what is best, I’d stop right in my needy tracks.

“You’re not the only one who’s dreamed of this. Envisioned someone on their knees. Wanted me on their cock.”

“Heaven, have mercy,” I stammer as I watch her play with herself and get close to getting off a second time in front of me.

Looks like I’m not the only one good at playing games, either. The teacher has become the student, as they say.

“Except,” she moans, breaking me from my thoughts as her drenched fingers pull from her wet heat and she backs away towards the door leading to the bathroom. “This is one show, you won’t be finishing inthismorning.”

Say what?

“It takes a lot more than dirty words, demands, and single climaxes to satisfy me, if you must know,Brettly!”

I’m all for learning, Peaches. Test taken and score noted as I see I’ve failed in my attempt to push her to her breaking point. The only thing that is breaking,is me, as I watch her back away to the bathroom where she plans to take care of what I was hoping she’d finally let me indulge in.

“But don’t worry, I’ll make sure and scream loud enough so you know the pleasure I’m capable of giving myself in your absence!”

And just like that, she takes one final step into the bathroom, slams the door, and clicks the lock.

I stand there, with my half hard dick, and wonder just how the hell I got so lucky.

That’s right!

Lucky!

Because one way or another, her peach will be mine. And when it is, the show she’s just given me proves it’ll be damn worth the fucking wait.

15

Brett

Marie slicesthe fruit in front of me for her famous homemade pie and I momentarily lose my damn mind as I watch the juice fall out of the plump produce and my thoughts wander to places they absolutely shouldn’t when I am sitting across from my grandmother.

Peaches!

It had to be fucking peaches!

“Things going well with you and Grace, or are you going to tell me why your face looks twisted with panic,” she suddenly spouts out rendering me absolutely speechless.

Shit, if she only knew.

I pick up a piece of fruit and avoid a slap on my wrist, and having to answer her question, as I smile victoriously and place the slippery, warm, enticing sliver of perfection in my mouth.

My eyes close and I can’t help myself, I let my thoughts gothere. And you know wherethereis! To her legs spread open, her fingers touching places I want reserved only for me, and her sounds of pleasure roaring through my veins just like they did one week ago when she blew my mind, and my world, and left me craving so much more than I ever bargained for when I suggested this ridiculous arrangement. A memory which also magically succeeds in giving me a complete hard on as I drown in it.

“That good, huh?”

Oh hell, I don’t know what look was just plastered on my face as my mind couldn’t resist itself, and I pray no one ever tells me as I clear my throat and open my eyes, slightly a little bashful now to look at my grandmother after the flashback I just let myself indulge in.

“I knew getting you two to move into Magnolia Cottage would help settle things between you,” she suggests as I adjust myself in my seat and hope to God she doesn’t catch on as to why. “It’s good to be around family. It’s even better to have your alone time, together and apart, that is. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, yes, but there is nothing like quality time spent together, either.”

I feel something in the pit of my stomach, something that feels a lot like remorse for an obviously approaching repentance between me and Grams when this is all over. I sit up a little straighter and try and hide it as I force myself to forget what my little peach is making me feel and talk to Marie about something I can’t put off any longer. The reason why I came home early and made sure to catch her without my father around.

“Speaking of quality,” I blurt out, her eyebrows lift slightly as she continues to chop the fruit in front of me and I snag another piece quickly. “The contract, that you and Pops set up before he died,” I pluck the piece in my mouth quickly and try and focus on chewing rather than the anxiety slowly creeping into every single one of my last nerves all due to the conversation I am attempting to have with the woman of the house. The woman that also has the power to change my life, for good and bad, and the thought is scary as shit, no matter how much of a tough bad-ass I think I am.

---