Page 5 of Who Wants Pie

“Only because…,” I cut her off with another swat. She’s speaking to me but she’s not opening her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter why.” It doesn’t matter how she wound up living with me, she is and that is the only point. “You are.”

I lean back to take in her face. She’s not squealing any longer and her entire body has gone rigid. And she’s shaking a little. Shit! I’m going to have to cut off my own hand if I hurt her for real. I sit her up and take her face in my hands so I can make sure she’s not hurt. She won’t open her eyes for me.

“Look at me, Tinsley.” I snap it out with so much authority that she has no other choice but to open her eyes. And quickly realize that she’s not shaking because she is hurt or upset. She’s turned on. It’s there in her eyes.

I switch places with her so that I am sitting on the desk and pull her into the space between my legs. She tries to pull her skirt down, but I haven’t moved my hand from the cheek of her ass. It’s nothing for me to run my hand in between her tightly clenched thighs and find out she is soaked.

The touch of my hand has her eyes rounding as she tries to pull away from me.

“No.”

She stops once again at the command she hears in my voice, the whip of authority. I pull her back while turning her a little so I can lean her back on my chest and reach around her to play with the edge of her panties. They are fire engine red and seem somehow fitting. I cup her pussy but don’t try to go under the panties. My fingers put pressure there where I know she most needs it and feel her lean her entire weight against me as she bites into her lower lip to keep from crying out.

I bring my other hand up so I can maneuver the plump pillowy lip out from between her teeth and use my hand to cover her mouth. Her hands come up to touch the back of my hand but she doesn’t pull it away or jerk from me. Her body trembles in my arms and I know the second she crests over the edge of her orgasm. She yells into the palm of my hand and her little body shakes through it all.

Finally, she collapses back against me trying to catch her breath as I lower my hand to encircle her neck now. Her underwear is soaked, wet enough that it has leaked out onto the fingers I was using to get her off. I wait for her to open her eyes and look at me before I bring them to my mouth and give them a lick. “Mmm,” I whisper close to her ear, “that is some good pie.”

She looks at me with unbelieving eyes. I’m not lying. She does taste so damn sweet. Sweet enough to eat…for days at a time. I could spend my whole life worshipping at the altar of this woman’s thighs. I pull myself back from thoughts like that, they are going to cause nothing but trouble. Trouble and heartache considering she is my best friend’s little sister.

She helps me out by running. As fast and as far from me as she can. And fate works in her favor this time because a knock comes on the door about the same time she reaches it. Pulling it open wide, I can tell by the widening of her eyes that the person on the other side is going to be the very person that I am trying to protect.

I quickly take a seat behind the desk as Tinsley takes off without even talking to her brother. And I’m left with a hard-on in the most uncomfortable situation I can think of having one while the taste of Tinsley is still lying on my tongue.

“What was Tinsley doing here?”

I can’t stop myself. “She brought me dessert.”

Chapter Five

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Gray

I didn’t go back home for the next twenty-four hours. I just gave Tinsley what I’m betting by how she acted, her first orgasm that involved another person. Maybe the first one ever. I don’t know enough about Tinsley to say she’s the type of girl to kick back with a porn and take care of business on her own. For all I know, she’s never done anything other than clean it and here I am teaching her what an orgasm feels like, showing her some men know exactly where the clit is, and giving her silent promises that if she comes sashaying back in front of me with a skirt that short, I’ll do it again.

I figure we both need a minute to gather ourselves before we sit down and have a big conversation about where we go from here. How we are going to navigate the new present with each other. How we break it to her brother.

Because things are going to change. Things can’t go back to me and her pussy footing around one another and trying to pretend none of this happened. No, we have to figure this shit out. And I have to make sure I handle this just like I would a wildfire. Carefully and skillfully with a whole shit ton of luck and grace. Praying the entire time, everything goes down how it's supposed to and preparing for when they don’t.

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I wake up, at least I think I’m awake. Maybe I’m not. Maybe this is still a dream. All I'm sure of is I am happy, and I have a very enticing package lying on top of me. I rub her back and moan as I pull her more fully on top of me. Hell yeah! This is right where I want to be.

I rub my hand down her back and over the panty-clad cheek of her ass and moan again. Tinsley has the best ass. I’ve been dreaming about her and this ass since I had my hands on it if I’m just being honest with myself. And if this is a dream, there is no fucking reason I shouldn’t take this opportunity to explore just how nice it is. I might have been dreaming about this ass for years now. Probably when I really shouldn’t have been because of her age. Hell, I shouldn’t be thinking about it now since I’m almost twenty years older than her. More like fifteen, but once you pass ten it really doesn’t matter any longer about how high the number is…you’re a pervert.

But I am all for this dream. I run my hand over her leg and up her body so I can find her tits too. God damn, Tinsley’s body is a world-class playground! How can any man not want to play at her jungle gym and worship her?

The little thing on top of me starts giving out her own moans and telling me she’s just as turned on as I am. She starts rubbing against me…and I come awake fully to realize this is not a dream. Tinsley is really on top of me, rubbing against me like a cat trying to find a little attention, and my cock is above the rim of my boxers rubbing against her wet panties.

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

We’re both in our fucking underwear and some of that wetness that I’m feeling isn’t all Tinsley. Oh, she’s giving me all the cream she can, but a lot of this is me. I’ve been leaking pre-cum on her for who knows how long. And suddenly, I’m freaking out.

Why the hell are we both in our underwear? And where the fuck are we? Because I’m fucking certain we are not where we should be. The only place I am going to take Tinsley is in the bed I sleep in every night dreaming about her. And this is not that bed. This isn’t even a fucking bed. We’re on the fucking floor.

“Tinsley…,”she doesn’t wake up for me, only rubs against me harder, causing me to have to fight a fucking moan from falling out. I try again. “Tinsley, baby, we got to…um, we got to…I think we’re in trouble, Baby.”

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