by Alexa Riley
I lean back in my chair coolly but don’t take my hand off of Sage’s hot pussy. “I think I want to try Sage’s cookie.” I press my fingers against the wet spot on her panties and I have to fight a smile as she leans forward with her elbows on the table to brace herself.
“She’s such a great cook,” he says as he smiles at his sister. “You should try her pies. They’re even better.”
“Oh, I intend to sample all of her pie.” This time I can’t help beaming at her as she puts her hands over her face to cover her reaction to me.
“Sorry, Sage. I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Brian says, looking at her funny.
“Yeah, um. I know. Sorry, what?” She sits up straight and I ease the pressure on her clit as I gently drag my pinky over the seam of her lips. I can make out every curve of her because of how wet she is.
“Jeez, sis, you’re a space cadet today.” Brian grabs his phone when a text message pops up, and Sage lets out a sigh of relief.
“Feeling overwhelmed?” I’m smug as I graze against the damp material with the lightest of touches.
When she turns her head to me her eyes are hooded with need, but I can tell she’s annoyed. Why does having the tables turned feel so fucking good?
“I’m fine,” she says as she clears her throat and licks her lips. “I’m sure whatever it is that’s come over me will be gone soon. Or at least over pretty quickly.”
Her words cut right through my triumph as the power is shifted back to her corner of the room. I want to take my hand away from her warmth, but she’s called my bluff, so I remain exactly where I am.
“So,” Brian says, ignoring the battle the two of us are having on our side of the table. He puts his phone down and levels me with a stare. For a second, I think he’s going to call me out for having my hand up his sister’s dress and playing with her pussy, but he doesn’t. “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know I’ve had a hard time convincing you to come.”
“I’m sure he’s a busy man,” Sage says as she straightens up in her seat and tries to scoot away from my touch. “Don’t be too hard on him, Brian. I’m sure Jensen has a lot of options.”
I turn my eyes on her, but she won’t look at me. She’s smiling softly and I wonder if she has a lot of options. Brian said she wasn’t dating anyone, but even if she was there’s no ring on her finger. She’s fair game and it’s hunting season.
“You’re wrong,” I say, and finally she gives me those hazel eyes. “I don’t have anyone.” I pretend to drop my fork on the floor between us, and then I lean down and pull her dress up to reveal her smooth thigh. I brush my lips across the exposed skin for the briefest second before I grab my fork and sit up.
I place it on the edge of the table and a server comes by to bring me another. The young guy also drops off some bread that I offer to Sage. We all have some and Brian seems in good spirits.
“Well, you’ve got us for the whole weekend,” he says as he tips his glass to me.
“That’s a promise,” I say as I pat her leg gently then pull the material of her dress back down to cover her up. I put my elbows on the table and steeple my fingers in front of my mouth so that I can smell her pussy on them. I see her out of the corner of my eye watching me with an open mouth as I make a show of inhaling and closing my eyes. Goddamn her and that pussy. Every fucking inch of her is driving me to combustion.
Brian makes some more small talk, but the only thing I can concentrate on is the throb between my legs. Every time Sage opens her mouth or smiles at something he’s saying, it pulses with need. I’m dripping against my thigh and making a mess of myself as my cum calls for her. This is a hunger like I’ve never had and there’s not enough meat in this restaurant to satisfy me.
“How is everyone doing?” the waitress asks, but she only looks at me.
“Can we have some more bread?” Sage asks, looking at the empty basket.
“So, you’ve had one already?” the waitress asks while picking up the basket and giving Sage a look that goes up and down her body. What the fuck is she trying to say?
“Yeah, I guess it’s fine. I can just wait for our meal.” Sage’s voice is small and I won’t fucking have that.
“The lady said she would like more bread.” I try and keep my temper under control, but it’s not working. “Is there a shortage?”
“Not at all. I’ll go grab it right now. Your food should be out in a second.” She smiles at me as she walks away and she just isn’t getting it.
“It’s okay, really. I’ll be fine.”
“You should have what you want.” I think of all the things I want and wonder if I’ll be getting them anytime soon.
The young guy from before comes back and places the bread on the table. I hold it out to Sage and let her take one before I get one for myself. I hold the butter out for her and she takes some as she smiles shyly.
“Thanks,” is all she says before she takes a bite of it.
I have a fantasy of spreading soft butter across her lips and then kissing her. I don’t know where these dark thoughts come from, but I just want to smear her body with things that make her shiny and slick so I can rub against her. I think about spreading icing on her pussy lips and my entire body goes rigid. I’ve never wanted to devour someone before, but my jaw aches with the need to consume her.
Brian is totally oblivious to my thoughts as he goes on about work and our projects. He talks about the places we’ve visited and some of the things that we’ve seen, but in my mind nothing compares to her.
“Here you go,” the waitress chimes as she sets my food down in front of me. Everyone gets their food, but she chooses to lean down and single me out. “What do you think?”
I glance down and catch a full show of her cleavage all the way down the front of her shirt. She’s looking right at me with expectant eyes as she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
While I don’t want to embarrass this woman, I want to quell any hopes she has that her behavior is working. I lean away from her as far as I can and clear my throat. It’s not her fault the most beautiful woman in the world is beside me, but she needs to recognize it.
“I’m all set,” I say as I turn to ask Sage. “Bombshell?”
She’s smiling when she looks up from her plate, but it drops instantly when she sees the waitress leaning over on full display.
At this point the waitress realizes her position and straightens up. Sage tightens her lips into a line and I have to fight a smile at the fire in her eyes.
“No, thank you,” she says politely.
“I’ve got everything I need,” I say, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as the waitress makes some kind of noise and then walks away. Brian is on his phone again and must have missed the entire exchange. Seems I’m not the only one acting out of character tonight.
Sage grabs her knife and fork and begins to cut her steak as I slide my hand back under her dress. I don’t play with her pussy this time because I don’t want her to choke, but I’m sick of not touching her.
“How are you planning on eating like that?” she asks me in a low voice.
“Maybe you can feed it to me,” I suggest.
Her cheeks redden and I can’t tell if she likes the idea of feeding me or not.
“Besides, this is just an appetizer.” Her eyes widen at the massive steak on my plate, but I just grin at her. “I’m a growing boy. I need to eat regularly.”
Is it my imagination or did her legs open just a little more? Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off her.
Brian holds up a hand and then excuses himself from the table. I watch as he walks to the back of the room, but he’s still close enough that I can’t make a move. I want to maul Sage and take her down to the floor, but I don’t want her family banned from this place after what I’d do to her in public.
“You talk to me like you have the right to say whatever you want,” she says as she leans over and cuts off a piece of my steak. I think for a second she’s going to feed it to me, but sh
e brings it to her mouth and takes a bite.
I watch as she chews and I want to grab her ass and then spank it. “You like it,” I say as I lean in close. “Now feed me while I play with your pussy before your brother walks back over here.”
She gasps as I push her panties to the side and sink my fingers into her creamy warmth. She’s syrupy with need and I fucking moan at the feel of her snug grip. Her pussy is tighter than Fort Knox, but I’m the man to break it in.
She opens her mouth to speak but then closes it. With trembling fingers, she cuts me a piece of the steak and holds it to my mouth as her eyes lock with mine. I take it slowly with my teeth as I fuck in and out of her wetness. Even I can hear how soaked she is, and all it does is make me want to clear the plates off the table and raw dog her in the middle of this family establishment. Why not show these nice people where babies come from?
When my thumb grazes her clit, I have to wrap an arm around her back to keep her from coming out of her chair.
“Easy,” I say as I glance over to make sure her brother isn’t in direct sight. “You can let that pretty pussy pop all over me right now, but you keep that mouth closed. Unless you’re planning on screaming my name right now, nobody but me gets to hear you cum.”
She buries her face in my neck and I feel her lips there as she tries to smother the sounds she’s making. For just a moment it looks like she’s leaning over to tell me something, but when I put a third finger inside her she comes undone.
“There she is,” I whisper in her ear when I feel the release coat my fingers. “That’s my girl.” Those words feel so right.
I lean back and look into her eyes and see how soft she is right now. I’m still hard as a diamond and making a mess in my boxer briefs, but I have the overwhelming urge to cuddle her.
“I knew you’d be so pretty when you came for me,” I say as I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “Tonight, when I sneak in your room, I want you to be just as quiet.”
“Sorry about that,” Brian says as he sits back down in his seat.
I pull my fingers from her warmth and lean back in my seat. While Brian is cutting his own steak, I look over at Sage who watches me swipe my fingers across my lips and lick them to taste her. Her release is tangy sweet on my tongue and it does absolutely nothing to ease my need for her. All it does is make me desperate to have her all alone.
“How is it?” Brian asks as he smiles up at the two of us.
“Fucking delicious,” I answer and then grab my own knife and fork.
“This might be the most I’ve ever seen you smile, Jensen. We’ll have to have you around more often,” Brian says, shaking his head.
“Definitely,” I agree then wink at Sage.
Chapter Five
Sage
I’m a nervous wreck. My stomach is in knots and I’m shaking, but I swear I’m completely drenched between my legs. I’m lying here in the dark dying of anticipation and I don’t know how I’m going to calm down.
We left the restaurant and I could hardly walk much less talk. Jensen and Brian went back and forth about projects and code, but I didn’t pay any of it any attention. The only time I opened my mouth was to protest when Jensen tried to pull me into the backseat again. I told them I was afraid of getting car sick when really, I just needed to breathe.
Everything he did and said to me got me hot. I’m ashamed at how easily I let him take over, but I’d never felt so pulled to anyone before and it was overwhelming. I’m not ready for a man like Jensen, but how could anyone be? He’s a force of nature, like a hurricane, and there’s no stopping him. His touches were filthy, but there was tenderness in them. His words were obscene but said with an easy smile. He uses his cocky charisma to get what he wants, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t play right into it. I thought I put up a pretty good fight, but in the end, I crumbled.
After we got home I had to rush to my room to change my panties. I put on big baggy sweats thinking I wanted to be comfortable, and I didn’t care what Jensen thought. But as I was making more cookies, he snuck up behind me in the kitchen and pressed himself against me. I felt every hard inch of him from behind as he snaked his hand around my waist and up my sweatshirt. It was then I realized my mistake and how easily he could touch me in the loose clothing. When his hand covered my breast, I gasped right before he put his hand over my mouth.
He was there fondling me and getting me worked into a frenzy, then he was gone. By the time I jerked around to see where he went, he was taking a bite of a cookie and winking at me as he walked back into the living room where he was working with Brian.
I close my eyes tightly as my thighs rub together thinking about it. He just walked in and took what he wanted before leaving me breathless and unable to think straight. How can he keep doing this to me? Why do I love it?
I tried to avoid the living room because I knew if I went in there, I might just jump on him to find some relief. But when Brian said he put on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving I groaned. We’ve watched it together every year since I was a kid and I couldn’t turn him down. It’s our tradition, and this year was no exception. Other than the fact that I was going to have to do it while being the horniest I’d ever been in my life.
When I walked in with a bowl of popcorn, the lights were off and the movie was starting. Brian was in the recliner and Jensen was laid out on the couch with a big blanket over him. I was about to sit on the floor until Jensen snagged my waist and pulled me down beside him.
Before I knew what was happening he had me under the blanket with his hand down my sweats and on my ass. He played with the edge of my panties as I tried to concentrate on the movie. I know the whole thing by heart, but in that moment, I couldn’t tell you a word of it.
The scent of Jensen surrounded me, and he had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. The feel of his strong chest under the material made me wonder what it would be like on top of me and then my body flared with need that sent me into a state of emergency.
I kept looking over at Brian, who fell asleep about five minutes into the movie. Jensen could have done more, and I could have pushed him to take it further, but neither of us did. Instead it was this growing, living, breathing thing between us that was getting out of control.
As soon as the credits began, I jumped up and Brian woke with a start. I announced quickly that I was going to bed as I dashed from the room. I kept needing space from Jensen, but now that I’ve got it, the anticipation of when I’ll lose it again is driving me crazy.
I stripped down when I came to bed thinking I was going to be bold. I’d be here naked when he walked in and he would know that I mean business. But then I got scared and jumped up and put my sweats back on. After a few minutes lying under the blanket I got hot and decided to compromise and kick off just my pants.
Now I’m too wet to sleep and I think maybe I should try and rub one out to calm down. It won’t take me two seconds, but it would probably make me feel better. I slide my hand down the front of my panties and close my eyes. The room is pitch black, but I do it anyway. When my fingers touch my pussy, I groan, not in pleasure but in disappointment. It doesn’t feel as good as when Jensen did it to me earlier. Will it ever feel as good as that?
I work my fingers over my clit thinking only of Jensen. The way he walks with so much confidence, the way his strong arms hold me, his scent as I lie on him and watch my favorite movie.
I’m so slippery it’s nearly impossible to find purchase against my clit and I’m becoming more frustrated than calm. I’m about to give up when his deep voice is right next to me.
“Let me, bombshell,” he says right as I feel him pull the blanket off me and the mattress dips.
“How long have you been in here?” I hiss.
“Long enough to realize I can’t see in the dark.” The bedside lamp clicks on, and for a second, I’m blinded by the light.
I blink a few times and then he comes into view. He’s shirtless now, and I can see the dark hair across his hard, tig
ht chest. I ache to rub my hands across it and pet him. He smells like mint toothpaste and aftershave, and I want to bury myself in his big body. This attraction to him is on a level of desire I can only imagine an animal feels to its one true mate. It’s consuming and unexplainable, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Take this off,” he says as he slips into the sheets beside me and tugs up my sweatshirt.
I don’t fight him as he takes it off me and throws it on the floor. His hand smooths down my curves to my panties before he’s pushing them off my hips.
“All of it,” he demands, and his bossy tone makes my nipples tighten. “You know what I’m here for.”
Why does every dirty word that comes out of his mouth make my clit throb? He’s got power over me that should be illegal.
I glance down as he peels the soaked rag off me. It’s then I see he’s completely naked and his cock is jutting straight out from his body and pointing right at me.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and he looks up at me with his cocky grin.
“Don’t tell me it’s your first cock,” he says and then laughs. “With a body like yours I assumed you’ve been on your back a time or two.”
His comment pisses me off and I push at his chest. Does he assume I’m just going to spread my legs and be thankful he’s giving it to me? “You think you can come in here and insult me and then fuck me? Who the hell do you think you are?” I push again, but he doesn’t move. Instead his eyebrows furrow and he gives me a hard stare. “If you want someone more experienced, I’m sure I can get you the waitress’s phone number.”
“Stop it,” he says as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. He’s breathing heavy now as he comes closer. I didn’t even realize I was hitting at him until he stopped me. “Calm down, Sage.”
I’m breathing heavily and shame burns through me. I wouldn’t be so inexperienced if my family hadn’t kept me locked away for long. Now I’ve got a chance to have sex for the first time and I’ve ruined it. Damn Jensen and damn everyone in my life that keeps holding me back.
