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It’s already too late for both of us. This I don’t tell her… just yet. It’s too late for me to go back and see her as just a friend of my sister, too late for me to not think about her body the way I’ve been thinking about it none stop since the CPR class, too late for her to pretend I don’t affect her. It was probably too late when I jerked my cock to thoughts of her little body in the shower repeatedly, and it was definitely too late when I put my hands on her.
I run my fingers over her puffy lower lips. The touch has her gasping, and she starts to wiggle on me which inevitably leads to her nudging into my still-hardening cock. The fact she got turned on by me spanking her has taken my erection up to a fucking ten…ten inches. And it just keeps growing.
“Oh my God, Bennet!” She turns to stare at me in total shock. I take it I’m the biggest guy she’s ever been around.
I can’t help but tease her a little, “You gonna tell Mom about that too? How about how you made it that way? You gonna go running to her and tell her you’re a little cock tease in nothingbut a towel? How you like my hand on your ass as much as I like having it there?” I lean closer to her. “You gonna run to Mom and tell her you got wet for me when I spanked those bare cheeks, princess?”
I pet her all the way through my questions and watch as her shock grows as my dick does too. It’s been hard since the CPR class but now that my fingers are gently brushing against her damp lips and she’s mewling every time I add the slightest bit of pressure, it’s almost painful. It’s probably why the next words come out gruffer and more clipped than I meant for them to.
“How about you explain to her how you openly defied me when all I was trying to do was protect your little ass? You going to tell her that, baby?”
Her breath comes out in little pants as her body wiggles against me causing more fucking pain.
“Are you going to tell her how you’ve been driving me fucking insane bouncing around in those fucking scraps of cloth you call shirts which, by the way, rags have more material for coverage? Those round, perky fucking breasts taunting me just under the surface of them. Don’t think I haven’t been staring at your fucking chest more than I should be. You’ve been tempting me for years, for fucking years, princess.”
I’ve made her wet enough, swollen enough, that my fingers sink in with ease and I brush my fingers against the softest skin I have ever touched in my life. She’s not struggling against me anymore. I grunt something out but even I’m not sure what I was trying to say.
“Bennet!” The way she all but moans my name out goes right to my head. “Bennet, we have to stop this. What about…oh?”
I strum my fingertips over the bundle of nerves that are swelling and begging for my touch. “What about how sinful this tight little pussy is, making me want it for years when I shouldn’t have? That’s not something you want to talk to my mom about, is it?”
I add more pressure, and her hips start dancing around, her softness brushing against me in the most delicious tease I’ve ever experienced. Rory is the very definition of the word tease…and she always has been I just didn’t let myself see it. Until now.
Chapter Thirteen
Rory
What did he just say? I need to think about what he is saying. I need to think of a way out of this before things go too far…okay, even farther. But how can I keep my focus when Bennet fucking Underwood is touching me. Not just touching me but doing horribly, wonderful things to me that he shouldn’t be doing.
And what the hell is going on? Did I wake up in some alternate dimension where Bennet is completely crazy and unhinged? Maybe I died when the phantom was choking me and this is all a hallucination brought on by my lack of oxygen and death. Maybe Bennet never came to knock that guy off me. My last thought is of the man who has haunted me for most of my life. Bennet.
It's the only thing that makes sense. No way is the boy I spent years crushing on touching my bare pussy and saying the things he is saying, blaming me for being the reason it feels like he has a sledgehammer down his pants right now. It just can’t be.
I can’t help but cry out at the way his fingers are massaging the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex, how he petted the outside of my pussy until I was dripping for him. The feeling in my lower tummy is growing causing heat to flush through my entire body. My breasts have grown heavier and more sensitive the more he plays.
We must stop though. What will Te think if she finds out about this? And Missy? And what happens when he finds out…?
“Oh God, Bennet, we have to stop.” Even I can hear the alarm and worry in my voice.
“Shh, no reason to be afraid sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything but lay here and feel.”
“No, Bennet…you…you don’t understand!”
“I understand you’ve been with guys who have no fucking clue how to find the right buttons, baby, but lucky for you I’m a cop. I’m really fucking good at finding things.” He must lean closer because his voice gets quieter, and right next to my ear. “And Rory…I’m going to make this pussy pop, baby.”
Oh God! This is like every dream I’ve ever had turned into a nightmare. I can’t take in enough air to get my breath and tell him what I desperately need to tell him.
“No…one else. No one else.” My voice comes out breathy and shaky, but I can tell he heard me.
“That’s right, no one’s going to make this little pussy sing like I do.”
God! I pull in air for one last attempt before he finds out on his own and thinks I tricked him or something. “No! There haven’t been others, Bennet. No one but you.”
“What did you say?”
His fingers stop…finally. He sets me up and off his lap. My towel is in danger of unknotting, but it’s not like it matters much now since Bennet…well, he was…playing with my, um, pussy. He rises off the bed and comes to stand in front of me, gripping my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at me like I’m not the same person I was a second ago.
“Rory what did you say?”
