Page 43 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“What are you doing?” he said, with alaugh.
I was standing in just my bra and jeans, the heat of the hob and running around trying to waft air around the room had me sweating. The front of my shirt had also become victim to a too hot chip pan that spat in protest at the cold wet potatoslices.
“Cooking you dinner for a change. Now, take a seat. I wasn’t sure what wine went best with ham, eggs, and chips but I like this one, so that’s what we’ve got,” I said, waving a spatula at the glass ofred.
“Ham, eggs, and chips, my favourite,” hesaid.
“Liar, but it ismine.”
I plated the meal and placed them on the breakfast bar. I blew some hair from my eyes as Isat.
“I wonder if you might want to tuck that tea towel over your gorgeous tits. I’d hate for them to get burned if you dropped something,” hesaid.
He had a point. I grabbed the tea towel and wrapped it around myself. As I ate, I told him about my day and how funny it had been. He laughed at our antics in the clothes store and even harder at my amusement with the rubber cat suit. We had finished eating before we got to mention theemail.
“I don’t know who sent it, of course. I think it’s obvious, though, and I can only imagine Addison just wants us to know how well her and Jerry are gettingon.”
“I don’t know that’s her style, to be honest. I can’t see any point to it. Jerry told you he’s in love, so why the picture? It’s not news tous.”
“You have a point, I guess. If Jerry had sent it, he’d be gushing about being in the press, so I know it wasn’thim.”
“Do we need to worry about it?” he asked. It wasn’t necessarily a question he didn’t know the answer to, ofcourse.
“No, I guess not. Like we’ve said, I can’t do any more than I have, and I’m not getting involved in her games. Whoever sent it will reveal themselves at somepoint.”
I stood to clear thedishes.
“Let me do that,” he said. “Youcooked.”
I sat and twirled the stem of my glass in my fingers. Mackenzie pulled the tea towel I still had tucked in my bra straps and pretended to flick me withit.
“Don’t, I might ask you to do that harder,” Iteased.
“Anytime, Miss Perry,anytime.”
I heard the freezer door open and before I could turn to see what he was doing, I felt something very cold drip onto my breast. It slid under the material, and I sucked in a breath as the ice cream seeped to my nipple. Mackenzie dropped another blob, then another. He coated my breasts with vanilla before he turned me to facehim.
I held his head as he lowered his face to lick the ice cream from my body. He sucked my nipple through the lace material, using his teeth to pull it hard. I threaded my fingers through his hair, and dug my nails into his scalp, as he licked and sucked my skin, leaving a trail of marks. When he raised his head, ice cream was smeared over his chin. It was my turn to lick that from hisbody.
“I think I preferred dessert,” he said, as he stoodtall.
“So did I. I wonder what cock and vanilla tasteslike.”
Mackenzie stared at me, not quite open-mouthed but not far off. He turned and opened the freezer, grabbed the tub and a spoon, then my hand, and dragged me upstairs to thebedroom.
I was laughing as I fell onto the bed. Mackenzie was in such a rush, he hopped around the room removing his shoes, socks, and trousers. The buttons on his shirt popped off as he dragged it over his head. When he was naked, he flung himself on the bed, hands behind his head and smiled up at me. He was already sporting a rather impressive hard-on.
I slid my jeans off, unhooked my bra, and holding the tub and spoon, I sat astride his thighs. At first, I dipped the spoon into the ice cream, licking the underside of the delicious cream. When I thought I’d warmed the spoon enough with my tongue, I dipped again. I held the spoon over his cock and watched the ice cream melt and drip onto it. One drip landed on the tip and slowly slid down the side. I repeated the process until all sides of his rigid, pulsing cock were coated. He hissed out a breath as I lowered myself and took him in my coldmouth.
“Fuck, Lauren,” he said, through grittedteeth.
His moans only served to make me suck harder. I wanted to milk the cum from his balls with my mouth. I wanted to taste his saltiness as he wept onto my tongue. I could see his hands fist into the duvet and the muscles on his stomach tighten with want. It was nice to see I could produce those reactions in him. His breathing sped up and he dragged in air through his nose. He raised his hips, gently pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking it. I lifted my head. He opened his eyes to look at me as I placed the ice-cream-coated spoon on my tongue. I held it there before lowering again. That time it was his balls I wanted totaste.
He cried out as I licked and sucked one ball into my mouth. I rolled it around using my tongue while my fingers trailed over the skin behind. I could feel his cock against the side of my face and I could smell his arousal, andmine.
I ran my tongue the length of his shaft until I covered the tip. I closed my lips once again around him and lowered my head as deep as I could before I choked. He held my head and I breathed in deep through my nose, relaxed every muscle I could, and waited for him to fuck mymouth.
With tears coursing down my cheeks from holding back my gag reflex, he finally came. Spurting his cum to the back of my throat, I swallowed as quickly as I could, sucking hard at the same time. He shouted out expletives, and I wanted to smile had I not had a mouthful of his saltyfluid.
