Toasty, page 5
“I thought you might like the view while we ate.” She raises her chin, and damn do I love how she challenges me.
“And how am I supposed to eat like this?” I cup my cock over my sweatpants and hiss at the pain.
Last night I kept jacking off while I ate her pussy and it was embarrassing how many times I came on myself. But my cock was by no means satisfied and this morning it’s made its demands known. I can hardly walk with how much it aches and it’s so full and hard it’s sticking out of the top of my sweats. I’m not wearing a shirt so I have nothing to cover the ruddy head that’s peeking out and leaking drops of need.
“You found a way around that last night.” She’s breathy as she leans back and spreads her legs further. The reminder of eating her pussy and the sight of it now is almost too much.
“Cumming on my hand isn’t going to work anymore.” My jaw pops as I grind my teeth and I swear to god she’s doing this to torture me.
“Where would you like to put it?” I feel her foot on the back of my thigh as she trails it up and pulls me closer.
“You’re trying to get me to break my control.” Some of it snaps as I grab her hips and pull her to me, grinding against her. “I don’t like it.”
I feel the edge of her fingertips skim along the waist of my sweats until she makes contact with the head of my cock. I hiss through my teeth as she teases me there, swirling circles around it. This time she smiles as she tugs it down and I don’t stop her.
“Yes, you do,” she whispers and we both know she’s right.
One quick thrust and I could be balls deep inside her. I fought with my need all night, and goddamn it, I’m weak. I want her to be the one to beg for it, not the other way around. I want to fuck her when she admits that she’s in love with me, and not a second before. But my wants and needs are at war and right now I don’t know which one will win.
As if she knows what I’m doing, she grips my length and squeezes it. I groan as a fat pearl of cum leaks out of the tip and falls onto her pussy lips. She does it again and I grunt, thrusting into her palm, unable to stop my body's reaction.
“No,” I groan, thrusting forward once more, only this time I make contact with her wet heat.
“Are you going to deny me?” She pretends to pout as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m achy.”
“Fuck!” I roar, taking a step back, and her hand falls away from my dick. I heave in a breath of fresh air, one that’s not filled with her scent as I turn away from her and tuck my cock back into my sweats.
“Fine, have it your way.” Her voice is so light and sing-song like she wasn’t about to bring me to my knees. “Mmm, this bacon is so good. Nice and thick.”
I hear her chewing, so I close my eyes tightly and take another deep, cleansing breath. When I have myself as under control as I can possibly be right now, I walk away from her and over to where I have all the food laid out.
“You won’t come sit beside me?” She sits up straight and her pink-tipped breasts sway a little with the motion.
“Not until you’ve finished your food.” I have to look away because the thought of tracing the curve of her tits with my tongue while she rides my cock is too fucking strong.
“Gosh, I’m such a slow eater.” I look over in time to see her licking the syrup off her finger and it’s too much.
“Damn it, Myra, quit it.” I slam my hands on the counter and she laughs.
“How can I stop when it’s so good seeing you like this?” She takes a huge bite of her pancake and I watch her chew.
“You enjoy my misery.” My voice is grumbly and now I sound like the one pouting.
She shakes her head as she swallows and takes a drink of coffee. “I enjoy you getting a taste of your own medicine.”
I plant my fists on the counter in front of her and lean forward. I feel the muscles flex in my arms and back. Her eyes widen. “The second that plate is clean, your ass is mine.”
“But what if I want seconds?” She licks the syrup off her finger again, but this time she looks a little more careful.
“You’ll have it when I’m done with you.”
She swallows as she looks down at my plate. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I already did when I was waiting for you to wake up.” I rub my hand over my bare stomach and I don’t miss how she watches me. “I didn't want to waste any time.”
“You’re a beast.” She winks at me and polishes off the rest of her bacon.
“You didn’t have any complaints last night.” I lick my lips, remembering her taste. “Your cunt has driven me to the edge of crazy.”
“Kace,” she whispers, looking away. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“You like it.” Now I’m the one to turn her words around, and the fact that she doesn’t deny it says all I need to know.
She slows down when she gets to the last bite of her pancake, and I make my way around the counter separating us and by her side.
“Go on and clean your plate, because afterwards you’re going to clean my cock.” Her eyes snap up to mine and I reach out to wipe a bit of syrup off her bottom lip. I suck on my thumb after I clean the sugar off it, then shake my head. “Still not as sweet as you.”
The sound of her fork hitting her plate might as well be a red flag in front of a bull. I grab her by the hips and pull her to the edge of her seat.
“On your knees, kitten. This little tease of yours deserves some payback.”
Chapter 10
Myra
Without question, I fall to my knees because I’ve been dying to know what he tastes like. I don’t know what got into me when I walked into the kitchen naked. I always feel Kace is in control and this might be my way of trying to grab some of my own. As I kneel before him, I realize how much I crave his dominant ways. The way he bossed me around at work always turned me on. My whole body would light up when he barked orders at people, but he never directed it at me. I was always seeking his approval, trying to do anything and everything he would ask of me. Even when I did mess something up, I still never got that bark of his.
I tried to walk away from him and I never got what I needed, no matter how hard I tried. It isn't until this moment that I realize this is what I was seeking. Not only is it his affection I’m craving but his need for me. Now he’s practically buzzing and unable to control himself. I understand now that he was hiding what he really wanted and maybe even pissed that I was tempting him from the very start.
“Get it out, kitten.” I stare at his cock through his sweats and my nipples tighten. The throb between my legs starts to pulse and I need attention. I can feel my thighs slick with need as I tremble with desire. “Are you suddenly shy?” he asks, reaching down and playing with the bow tie around my neck.
“No,” I lie, reaching up to free him. What he doesn’t know is that I have no idea how to suck him off.
He moves faster and his hand captures my wrist. “I may have not been reading you right months ago when you pranced around my office.”
“I don’t prance around the office,” I defend, cutting him off.
“Another lie? You keep stacking them up.” I shut my mouth now because he’s right. I did prance around the office, but only when I was in his office or when I thought he was looking my way. “Now that I’ve been inside you and tasted every inch of you, I can tell when you’re lying.”
My heart starts to thud in my chest. Kace can read everyone and I always wondered if he knew about my crush on him.
“Don’t be embarrassed about sucking my cock. I like the pretty shade on your cheeks when you blush.” He lets go of my wrist and his thumb brushes across my face as I lean in to the touch. “But keep lying and I’ll redden your other cheeks.”
My mouth falls open. “You will not.”
“I would.” Our eyes stay locked and I know he’s not lying. “Don’t pretend you’re not getting turned on thinking about it. I know you’ve thought about me bending you over my desk at work and pulling up one of those tight skirts you're always wearing.” I nod. So many times I played that exact fantasy out in my mind. “Take my cock out and maybe I’ll take you into my office and give you the spanking you deserve.”
I eagerly pull his cock free and cum already leaks out of the tip and spills onto my hand. His length is so thick and hard and begging for my attention. “I did this to you?” I look up at him through my lashes and his shaft is heavy and angry with need. Need for me.
“Only you can do this to me.” His jaw flexes.
I know he’s trying to stay in control as I wrap my hand around his cock. It jerks in my hold and I’m surprised by how smooth yet hard it is. I lean forward, taking my first taste of him, and he groans as his sweet-salty taste hits my tongue. I moan with him and my whole body feels like it’s on fire with need. I don't know if it’s need for my own release or to give him his.
“Why didn’t you ever let me do this before?” I ask, taking another lick.
His hand digs into my hair and I feel the power of him above me. We could have been doing this from the very start. Why did we have to wait all this time to have this?
“Kitten,” he warns, because I’m toying with him. The longer I make him wait for pleasure, the longer I’ll have to wait to get my own.
“Kace.” I take another lick and he closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. His hand in my hair tightens, and though it doesn't hurt, he’s reminding me I’m under his control.
“You worked for me,” he grits out, and I reward him for answering me.
I run my tongue all the way around the head of his cock and suck him just a little before popping him back out of my mouth.
“I think they call this a job too?” I tease.
“Myra, you’re killing me here. Please show some mercy.”
“I don’t remember you showing me mercy all that time I worked for you.” I brush my lips against the tip of his cock.
“I was trying to get you to quit!” he grunts.
“Then why hire me at all? You want me to quit now?” I suck the head of his cock into my mouth and the sounds he makes are nearly enough to send me over the edge.
“I’d give anything in the world for you to not quit right now.”
I smile around his cock before I take him deep in my throat. His sucks in a breath and lets out a string of curses while I learn I clearly don’t have a gag reflex.
I pull back. “Should I make a list?”
“Kitten, you won’t cum for a week if you don’t finish what you’ve started.”
I can tell from the look in his eyes he’s not playing. At least he thinks he can make good on those words, but now I know the truth. Kace is mine. I think I could get him to do anything I want, but right now what I want is his cum down my throat. So I do as I’m told and suck him back into my mouth. I go all the way down onto him and bob my head up and down. His hips move as he thrusts into my mouth, and he groans my name over and over.
“Cumming,” he grits out as a warning just before warm cum hits the back of my throat.
I keep on sucking, needing every last drop of it. I earned it so now it’s mine and I’m going to take it all. I’m going to take as much of Kace as I can get.
His hands go under my arms as he lifts me from my knees and sets me onto the counter. My legs part and go to either side of his. I’m so turned on it’s hard for me to sit still.
Then I melt as he ever so softly kisses each of my knees that are a little red from kneeling on the floor. Once that’s done he stands up and his hands delve into my hair while he kisses me. The taste of his masculine release is still on my tongue as he deepens it. It’s overwhelming and sexy as hell, and I don’t want it to end.
I know in this moment I’m hopelessly in love with him and I think maybe he loves me too. How will he feel when he finds out I’m keeping a secret from him? The kind of secret that might change what this could be.
Chapter 11
Kace
“Where are you taking me?” she squeals as I throw her over my shoulder and walk out of the kitchen.
“Back to bed, of course.”
“Don’t you have actual work you need to do today?” She playfully smacks my ass and I give her one back.
“Are you sure you want to start that game?”
“Always a question with a question.” Her hand grips my cheek this time and I don’t waste time rubbing on hers.
“It seems to me sucking dick has given you energy.” I slip two fingers between her folds and thrust them inside her wet channel.
“Kace!” she cries out as she tilts her ass up.
“You like it.” I turn my face and bite the side of her thigh as I keep on walking toward the bedroom.
Her shout of surprise turns into a moan of pleasure and I can hear how turned on she is. My fingers make slippery sounds as I move them in and out of her and her body responds in kind.
When we get back to the room I playfully toss her in the middle of the bed and she does a little bounce into the piles and piles of soft blankets. She giggles as I toss the fur on top of her and her naked body is surrounded by white.
I grab her foot and begin to tickle it as she gets twisted in the blankets. She screams and laughs, trying to kick out and away from me.
“Kace, don’t! I’ll pee!” she laughs, rolling herself into a cocoon.
“You better not!” I call out, but I don’t stop as I move to her other foot and up her legs. She continues to laugh and kick her feet as I climb on the bed with her. “You better give me what I want or I’m not going to stop.”
“Anything, anything, please, Kace!”
I grab her other foot and hold them together. She’s out of breath but keeps laughing and I can feel my own smile growing. When have I ever felt this happy?
“Tell me you love me,” I call out, and she stills.
“What?” She looks up at me and blinks a few times as she pushes the hair out of her eyes.
“You heard me.” I let go of her feet and move so that my body covers her. I pull the blankets down so I can see her and then I stay like that as I look into her eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, Myra. I don’t ever want it to stop.”
“What are you saying?” She places her hand on my chest as I brush the hair away from her face.
“I’m saying I love you, and I want you to say it back to me.” I shrug. “I realize that’s not necessarily how it works and maybe you need time to find those feelings inside of you, but—”
“I love you,” she blurts out. “I don’t know how it happened with your bossy ass stomping around all the time, but I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
“I don’t stomp.” I feel my eyebrows pull together and she laughs.
“Yes, you do. But it’s part of why I love you.”
“Keep saying it.” I lean down and rub my nose against her as I pull off the blankets that have wrapped around her and move between her legs.
“I love you, Kace Cox,” she whispers, and I line my cock up at her entrance.
“I love you too, kitten.”
When I slide inside of her, it’s different than before. She’s still so damn tight and hot, but this time it’s not rushed. I sink slowly into her and hold myself there as we connect in the most intimate way possible.
The kiss is slow and soft as we truly make love. Her legs wrap around me and my arms go around her back. I take my time as my cock fills every spare inch of her, and then demands more. I grind against her clit and she moans into my mouth. It’s the sweetest torture for the both of us while we build and build.
“Can I be on top?” she says, raising her hips.
I nod, grab her hips, and roll us over so that she’s straddling me. My hands grip her ass and move her up and down the length of my cock as her pussy rubs all over me.
“Lean down,” I growl, and she does as I ask.
When her tits are in my face, I suck on one nipple and then the other, going back and forth. Her hot little cunt responds to it and squeezes around me every time I suck on her.
“Fuck.” I lie back and watch her lost in pleasure as she grinds down.
“Kace, I’m—” Before she can finish her sentence, she cums and I can feel the release on my cock.
I hold her down and thrust up, giving in to my own release and following her over the edge. My cock swells as I empty inside her tight sheath and I growl with pleasure.
She falls on top of me, her body limp and soft as I thrust the last of my seed into her. I don’t think about the fact that I’m not wearing a condom because I don’t care. She’s mine and she loves me and there’s nothing that’s ever going to change that.
“Oh god,” she moans, and I smile, but half a second later she’s moving off of me and climbing out of bed.
“Myra?” I barely get her name out as she races to the bathroom with a hand over her mouth. I hear her retching in the bathroom and I jump up from the bed and go after her. “Kitten, are you okay?”
I grab a washcloth from the shelf and run it under cold water as I hear the toilet flush. I walk into the separate room attached to the bath and see her kneeling with her head in the toilet.
Crouching down beside her, I put the cloth on the back of her neck and brush her hair out of the way.
“Well, I can’t say that was the reaction I was expecting,” I tease.
She doesn’t look at me as she tries to push me away. “Get out of here. I’m going to be sick again.”
“I’m not leaving you,” I say, sitting down on the floor beside her. I hand her another washcloth and she uses it to wipe her face, but she still won’t look at me.
After a long stretch of silence where I’m trying to remember where I put my phone so I can call my doctor, she finally turns and her eyes meet mine. She’s crying and my heart aches as I lean forward and rub her back.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll call the doctor.”
She shakes her head and wipes away the tears. “Kace, I’m pregnant.”
