Page 72 of Broken Pieces
“You better stay quiet, Blue. You don’t want someone to hear.”
Her whimpers get quieter. Her hands grip the counter of the island as I work her into a frenzy.
I can tell she is close. I can tell she is ready to let go from the sweet taste of her on my tongue, the way her insides clench with every thrust of my fingers. I am about ready to let her come when we both hear the creak of the stairs.
She freezes and tries to bat my hands away.
“Don’t fucking stop making that pie, Blue,” I growl into her cunt. “I want you helpless as whoever that is comes down the stairs.”
She whimpers, “They will see.”
“Baby, this island is big enough. As long as they don’t walk around the side, they won’t see anything. So, you better keep making that pie and pretend I’m not here,” I say as I start pumping my fingers back into her.
She snarls at me. “How the hell am I supposed to pretend you aren’t here when your fingers are knuckle deep and that tongue keeps getting dangerously close to my ass.”
I chuckle against her thigh. “I like it when you talk dirty.”
She goes to swat at me again but straightens quickly. Her hands going back to the dough in front of her.
A man’s voice breaks through the kitchen. “I’m sorry I didn’t think anyone was in here. I came to grab a snack.”
“It’s fine,” she strangles out. “I couldn’t sleep so I was just baking some desserts for tomorrow.”
“Are you okay?” he asks her. “You seem flushed.”
I see her nod as I look up at her. “Oh yeah totally fine. Kitchen is just hot. I’ve been working hard. There should be some snacks in the fridge.”
I smirk as I remove my fingers from her, she lets out a tiny whimper, but I don’t think the man hears her. I plunge my tongue back into her and her body collapses a bit against the counter.
I hear the refrigerator close and the man retreat from the kitchen. “Have a good night.”
Once he leaves, Rae tries to spin around in my arms, but I anticipate it and grip her hips. “Not yet baby. You haven’t come yet.”
I run my tongue through her center one more time and feel her body climax against me. I stand up and wrap my hands around her, supporting her knees from collapsing. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, but I don’t think that would be appropriate for the kitchen.”
She turns in my arms and is about to cuss me out, but my lips land on hers and I silence her with a kiss. Her arms wrap around me and I am half tempted to pull my shorts down, but I know she won’t be able to keep quiet.
I pull away from her. “I’ll see you when you’re done.”
I pull her shorts up and peck her on the lips and walk out of the kitchen, her mouth gaping open.