Page 35 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Don’t leave.” I leaned my head against his massive chest. It felt so right to do that.

“Piper,” he sighed. “Stop.”

“At the airport, you liked me well enough.”

He remained quiet.

“Tyler, I’m a virgin,” I whispered.

“Fuck, Piper. I really don’t want to know that.”

I wiggled my ass against him. More twitching. “Don’t you like me?” I persisted.

Tyler’s laugh was hard. “I do. And that’s the problem.”

Hooray! Had circumstances been different I would have indulged in a victory fist pump.

Heat radiated throughout my body from its contact with him. “How is that a problem? We’re adults.”

“Harrison asked to look out for you. I shouldn’t be thinking of all the ways I could fuck you.”

My breath caught in my throat. I exhaled shakily. “Touch me, Tyler, please. I want it so badly.” I turned my head against his chest, planting a kiss on his muscled pec.

“Piper, don’t ask me to do this.”

“I want to know what your touch feels like,” I whispered. The fingers of my good hand combed through his hair. I loved feeling his curls against my touch.

“This is not a good idea.”

“It’ll be our little secret.” I drew the tip of my tongue along his collar bone. I inhaled his scent of leather and soap. It was imprinted on my brain after he’d lent me his jacket all those years ago at the wedding. “Please,” I whispered. “I have this little ache inside me. I can’t make it go away no matter how hard I try.”

“God help me.” His hand slid between my legs. At my knees, he parted my thighs, his warm touch left a wake of goosebumps over my skin. His fingers skimmed higher and higher, drawing circles on the insides of my thighs. At the top of my thighs, his fingers brushed against the outside of my panties. I practically bucked off his lap.

“You shave your pussy?”

“Do want to see?” I was pleased he noticed.

“I shouldn’t, but I do. Show me how you touch yourself.”

“I don’t want my touch, I want yours.”

Tyler kissed my forehead. “Show me.”

I slipped my hand down my panties. My bare pussy was a new thing. I was surprised how turned on I was touching myself in front of Tyler. Before it had been out of necessity in the darkness of my room. Now it was to bring mutual pleasure.

My pussy was already wet when I tickled my clit and sank a finger into my wet cunt. I rubbed myself while Tyler groaned, shifting beneath me. I could feel his cock brushing my ass from underneath his briefs. I slid my finger in and out of my pussy. A slurpy wetness echoed loudly. I whined, trying to adjust my angle but my finger wasn’t thick enough to bring me the relief I craved.

“Let me take care of you.” Tyler murmured, pulling my hand away. He kissed my open palm with his sensual lips. Then his tongue licked my slick finger hard.

My whole body shuddered in relief at his touch. It was like I died and went straight to heaven.

Tyler rubbed the outside of my panties as I shifted restlessly against his fingers. Then he pushed my panties aside, and his bare fingers made contact with my pussy lips.

I cried out from happiness.

“You’re so wet. Do you like me stroking your pussy?”

I swallowed a sob. I nodded, not risking speaking.

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