Page 17 of Say Yes to the Chef

His hands return to my breasts and he squeezes them, his grip skating that thin line between pain and pleasure and pushing me deeper into my orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, then beautiful words spill from his lips in Spanish as he meets my orgasm with one of his own until we’re both panting loudly, our bodies jerking, trembling with the force of our shared climax.

When I come back to Earth, his viselike grip on my breasts is the only reason I’m still upright.

Marco

Tangled up in the sheets, sweat-covered and satisfied, Adrienne fell asleep in my arms. The soft rise and fall of her chest as she dozes holds me captive, completely rapt. I trail my fingertips across her clavicle, then down around her breasts, the lightest of touches. Not trying to wake her, but unable to keep my hands to myself.

Eventually, though, nature calls. I pull my arm out from beneath her and climb off the bed.

She stretches and murmurs as she settles into the emptiness I’ve left in my absence, and the soft sound she makes nearly yanks me back into the bed.

But because I’m not a selfish asshole, I pull the sheet over Adrienne’s body, place a kiss on her forehead, and head for the bathroom. I’m hoping she won’t mind me taking a shower before I leave her suite, as presumptive as that may be.

I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature, then step inside when it’s warm enough. I shampoo and rinse my hair first, then reach for the shower gel. Starting with my neck and chest, I wash down my abdomen… when I glide my hand over my cock it hardens. I stroke myself and imagine Adrienne how I left her, stretched out amid the sheets. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and let the hot stream run over me as I fist my cock.

It feels so fucking good, but nowhere near the real thing. I grunt and quickly open my eyes, hoping that wasn’t too loud.

There’s a naked goddess standing in the doorway.

And she’s frowning.

Shit.

She just caught me jerking off in her shower.

Does she want me to leave?

Idiot. Of course she does.I swallow hard and release my fierce grip on my cock, then brace myself for what’s coming.

Not me, apparently.

It shouldn’t bother me so much, the prospect of this woman kicking me out of her room, but the idea causes a disturbing ache in my chest.

“I fell asleep.”

I nod.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Adrienne walks to the large shower enclosure and steps inside. “Why are you showering without me?” She drags her gaze down my body, lingering at my cock until it jumps in response to the heat in her gaze. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and I feel that shit down to my toes. When she meets my eyes again, she doesn’t say anything else, just turns away from me, tugs a towel off a shelf on the far end of the shower, then returns. She folds it haphazardly, drops it to the shower floor, and lowers herself to her knees at my feet.

My cock strains to reach her, pulsing with need. She fists my length with both hands and a sound slips past my lips—half moan, half primal growl—then Adrienne begins to stroke and her hands are heaven incarnate.

Tilting her head to look up at me, she trails her tongue around the tip and I brace myself with my hands pressed against the shower walls.

She pulls the head between her lips and sucks as she strokes me, trailing her tongue over the pre-cum dripping from my tip, then sucking again. She reaches back to cup my balls, lifts them, rolls them gingerly in her palm like a set of delicate dice she’s trying to match up.

She hums, and the sensation is a lightning rod of lust down my cock. I jerk in her mouth, but she doesn’t stop. She sucks and strokes and swirls and sucks again until my muscles tense. My knees lock. I reach down and slide one hand into her hair, gripping her scalp.

“Adrienne.” It’s a fucking plea. I’m begging her to stop before I drown her with my release.

She pulls her mouth slowly back until she’s free of my cock, and says, “I owe you one.” She winks and, before I can argue, my cock is back in her mouth, pressed against that hot, wet tongue. When she sucks me this time, she gives it all she’s got, and I’m done for.

I jerk as the first rush of fluid spurts down her throat, then grip her head with both hands and give her all I have.

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