Page 8 of Who Wants Pie

She turns and walks out as the man follows after her. We hear the door slam shut and what sounds like a drill being used on the other side of the door. I’m betting they are barricading the door. We are left standing in the middle of the room in nothing but our underwear.

“Well, now what the hell do we do?”

“We wait.”

“Wait?” She sounds incredulous. “You want to just sit and wait?”

“Protocol says they have to clear the building before they ignite it or even think about doing something with it. And I left the note that was sent to me with one of my own for Rayne. Someone will find us, Tinsley. And I doubt it will take them the full five hours to do it.”

“So half the fire station or my brother is going to see me in my bra and panties…great!”

“Shit!” I start looking for another way out. All of the windows in the room have been boarded up and the only other door in the room looks like it leads to a bathroom without a window in it.

“All this time…all this time I’ve been a good girl.” I stop looking for a way out and start really looking at Tinsley. “All this time and it doesn’t matter because everyone is going to see me. I should have just…”

“Just what?” I start circling her. If her thinking goes the way I think it is going, I am going to have to spank her again.

“Not being so damned worried about staying so…innocent.”

I reach out and grab her, spinning her around so I can take a swat at her ass. “I told you…when you are in my house…,”

“But I’m not in your house now, am I? I’m in a house that’s about to be burned down while being trapped in nothing but my underwear!”

She pulls away from me and starts to run, but I grab her. The momentum brings both of us down to the floor. We tussle on the floor until I finally get control of both of her hands. She realizes her tits have come out of her bra again at the same time I do, but unlike her, I am perfectly happy about it.

I dip my head to take one in my mouth, causing her to squeal out and push her hips up. Then we both realize my cock has popped back out over my waistband again too. I can't be certain how much of that is from the tussle and how much of it is because I am harder than a rock. She ends up pushing her panties-clad pussy right up against the head of my throbbing cock. Without thinking, my hips thrust, moving against her. Both of us are so wet that her panties might as well not even be there. My cock leaks a little more with every thrust and her hot pussy is so warm and wet her panties are glued to her.

My cock slides against the lace and splits her lips apart so that I am tunneling through the heart of her every time I move. She squeals and pushes harder against me. A strangled moan is pulled from her as I use my mouth on the hard peak of her nipple.

“Such a sweet girl.” I mumble against the soft flesh in my mouth. “Such a good little pussy.”

She groans out. Her hips rock up while mine push down and both of us groan at how damned good it feels. She sinks her fingers into my biceps on either side and plants her feet so she can get better purchase. It would appear that we are having sex to anyone looking. Hell, we might as well be, given how my cock is hanging out and her underwear is offering no protection.

“Oh God!” She tenses…and cums hard.

I watch the beauty happening in front of me, trying to take in every part of this moment with her. Her arched back, the curve of her neck when she gives in and tosses her head back, the thrust of her breasts, the rhythm of her hips as they try to chase the release. God damn, is she beautiful.

Both of us need to pull back and talk about things and there is no better time than now. When we won’t be interrupted, and she can’t run away. Even though there is no escape, she still takes off as soon as I give her the briefest amount of space.

…so we’ll talk while I give her orgasms. It’s not ideal but…I can work with it.

Chapter Eight

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Tinsley

God damn it, I did it again. This is not the place to lose my head and just give in to him. I have no idea where I’m going, but I do know I have to put space between us. I head to the bathroom. With any luck, it has a door I can lock.

Before I can walk completely into the room, he is on me picking me up. He sets me down only long enough to spin me around and press me up against the sink, kissing the hell out of me. Then he spins me again and puts my hands on the edges of the vanity. I start to ask why. Why is he making me put my hands here? Is he thinking about trying to spank me again? Why is he pushing so hard? Why is he giving me all these orgasms?

He answers the first part for me quickly. He pushes against my back so that I am bent over a little bit before he yanks on my panties. What the hell is he doing? I try to turn around, but he plants his hand right in the middle of my back, making it impossible to really move. Instead, all I can do is turn and look at myself in the mirror.

I don’t recognize the face in the mirror. She’s flushed and her eyes are wide and dilated. Her cheeks are bright, and her lips are swollen. Her hair is a mess where someone has run their hands through it repeatedly. This woman is ready to have sex…and so not me. Surely this woman can’t be me.

I hear tearing and it jerks my attention back to what is going on behind me. “What…what are you doing? I don’t have anything else to wear!” When I try to look back again, all I can see is his fist wrapped in the lace. I can just barely see his eyes as he peeks around my hips. They narrow as he unwraps his hand before pulling them down my legs.

“Step out if you want to keep them.”

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