Page 9 of Who Wants Pie

Without even having to think, I do as he says. Getting caught by the men that work at the station in my underwear is way better than being caught completely naked. As soon as I step out, he puts his face up against the backs of my thighs.

“Oh my God!”

He kisses the backs of them before going up and doing it again to a new part of my legs until he gets to the curve of my ass. I find myself holding my breath, waiting to find out what he’ll do next. And he doesn’t keep me waiting. He places his lips right at the bottom of that curve. Wet heat comes to my skin and I don’t have to wonder if it’s his mouth because his tongue comes out to swipe around the curve until he runs it over to the edge of my lower lips.

All I can do is cry out and put my hand on the cold glass in front of me so I can try to keep my balance. He takes the cheeks of my ass and pulls them apart so he can plant his face further in the hollow of my legs. At the first swipe of his tongue, I yelp and try to move forward but can’t because the rim of the sink prevents it.

“Oh God! Wh…what are you doing?”

I don’t expect an answer, but he surprises me and gives me one, “Getting a better taste of this sweet pie.”

His tongue is like a fork, spearing inside of me and making my body coil like it’s ready to pop. I lean my head against the glass, trying to use the coolness of the mirror to chase away the growing heat.

“I’m going to eat this little treat until I can’t use my tongue any longer.”

That sounds…like he plans to be eating me for a really long time. That I might as well settle down because he’s going to be on me for a while. The warm, wet muscle spreads me apart as he takes a swipe up with the broad part of it and then back down with just the tip. My fingers curl around the edge of the porcelain as he kicks my legs even wider.

If he doesn’t stop, he’ll be all the way under me and I’ll be riding astride his face. He’s already got me pushed up on my tiptoes. He lingers around my entrance before pushing himself inside. It’s the first and only thing I’ve ever had inside of me. This man…he is my first kiss, my first orgasm, the first…thing that has been inside of me. He owns so many of my firsts.

I start to squirm because I worry he is going to break through my cherry with his fucking tongue and I’m not sure how I feel about that. He holds my hips firm so I can’t shift away. I’ve resorted to trying to communicate through gurgles and moans as I fight through the pleasure his mouth is giving me.

A sharp swat on the cheek of my ass startles me so much that I forget to fight. It momentarily allows my body to relax enough to fall into the orgasm Gray is pushing me towards. I raise my hand up to cover my mouth when I finally crest. Not to keep myself from making any noise. I do it more as a way of hanging on to some part of myself, to try to keep control. Hell, maybe I’m even trying to keep myself from embarrassing the hell out of myself by how loud I am when he’s got his tongue on me.

I sag against the sink thinking we’re done. But Gray doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even really acknowledge that I came except by speeding up and squeezing the globes of my ass a little harder. He chases the taste of me so that no part is left untouched - unlicked - and yet he keeps on going. It seems like giving him what he wants has only driven him into a frenzy instead of calming the situation down. His tongue shocks me by gliding up even higher than the virgin entrance of my pussy and he starts ringing the sensitive place I never even thought about having someone kiss before.

“I…,” I lose what I was going to say as he does the same thing he did with my pussy and pushes his tongue up in me. It ends on a shattered moan as he mouth fucks my asshole. My knees start to shake and wobble. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep myself up on them. His thumb sneaks around the side of my hip and starts rubbing the tightly packed nerves at the top of my lips, causing even more precious air to leave on the wings of a sigh. And for the first time, I feel the tips of fingers touch me.

I jolt, but a swift slap on the ass has me holding still once more. One of his fingers slips and slides inside of me, causing my body to tighten down on it. When he adds another, the stretch and burn are enough to make my body lose control again as I squeeze up on the digits inside of me like they were his cock. This orgasm feels different. I realize it's because I’ve never had anything inside of me before. Muscles that want desperately to contract but have never been used, never contested, flutter like mad. And for the longest time, all I can do is feel myself become wetter and wetter as the release is drawn out.

This time I can’t hold back the cry as my body quivers through the crescendo. “Oh God, oh God! Oh Grayson!”

After, my body is limp and pliant as he cleans me with his tongue and reaches around me to move us so that I don’t have to be in such an awkward position any longer. At least I think that is what he is trying to do. But when he sits down on the toilet and pulls me down in his lap, we both realize rather fast that his cock is out again.

It’s like it has a homing mechanism and goes straight for my entrance because the tip is already in before either one of us can stop. I try to move but it only makes me sink lower, faster. “Oh my God!” He is going to have marks on his hands where my nails have bitten into him. And the entire time, I have no idea what Gray is thinking or feeling. He hasn’t said a word. He’s shaking under me, but that’s it.

“Gray?” I call out his name and try again to stand, but lose my footing and sit back - hard. His dick drives all the way up inside of me. I only have time to cry out once before Gray is moving. He leans me back so that my head can lay on his shoulder as he kicks my legs out even further so that they wind up on either side of his. His hands…they’re so fast. One goes to my clit so he can start rubbing, while the other grabs my breast and starts playing there.

He…I…We popped my cherry. It’s gone. He is all the way inside of me. The bite of pain that I felt when his giant cock pushed through is drowned under all the things he is doing to my body. Warmth floods my body and on some level, I instinctively know it’s Gray - he’s cum in me.

It happened before he was all the way seated in me. When just the tip was in, I felt the wave of warm wetness course up and splash on the back of my cavern.

“Breathe, baby.” At his command, my body starts to do what he tells it to. I wasn’t even aware that I had stopped breathing. He spreads his legs out even further and his cock butts up against something that makes my body shake every time he hits it.

“Oh…oh my…Gray?”

“Oh fuck, yeah. You like that, don’t you, Tinsley? That pretty little pussy’s hugging the fuck out of my cock.” I’ve never heard Gray talk like this. But then again, I’ve never been in his lap with his dick shoved up inside of me either. “God damn, you took my dick so damn good. Like this pussy was made just for me, just for my cock.”

He turns and licks up the line of my neck before nipping at my ear. “Oh my God, Gray!”

The shaking I felt from before only intensifies the deeper and swifter he strokes in and out of me until I’m afraid I’m going to break apart. Nothing should be this intense, this deep.

“You cumming for me, Tinsley? You gonna pop that virgin pussy around my cock? Is that what you're going to do? Is it baby?”

“Gray! Gray!” All I can say is his name. It’s like the only word I can remember as I lean into the feeling and push down. My body spasms so hard that everything clenches. Contractions course through me all the way up into my womb. I cum so hard. And warmth floods my body. Not just his, but mine. I know I left a mess on his balls as my body imploded with ecstasy and my mind shuts off completely.

The next thing I know, Gray is yelling for everyone to turn the fuck around and picking me up so he can carry me out of the room. My panties are back on even though they offer little coverage since I’m still indecently wet. Everyone is talking so fast and things….happened in that room. That, combined with the cold temperature outside, starts a shiver fest that doesn’t stop until I am placed in the cab of Gray’s truck.

He reaches for the backup clothes all the guys keep with them just in case they have a call while not at the station. He’s talking to someone behind him while he pulls one of his shirts down over my head and wraps his jacket around my shoulders. There is so much noise around the two of us, but for the most part, I am kept insulated from all of it because Gray keeps me in the cab of his truck.

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