Page 60 of The Blue Rose
“I’ll show you ‘little vixen’,” I say as I leap over the island, tackling him and the pizza, to the ground.
We both turn and look at the box, silence weighing on us, and I kick him in the chest, jumping off him to grab a slice. He grabs one of my legs, forcing the air from my lungs and dragging me back to him before I can grab a slice. I thrash against him, but he is bigger and stronger than I am, easily flipping me onto my back. Straddling me, he leans over and reaches for a piece of pizza taking a large bite.
“Aster, I swear to God, if-”
“If what, my little vixen? What will you do if I don’t share?” he says, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and waving the pizza in my face with the other.
If I lifted my head and opened my mouth, I could take a bite, but I know he will just pull it away. Groaning, I resist the urge and turn my head to the side, unashamedly pouting.
“I guess you don’t want this?” he mocks, swiping the pizza across my cheek and leaving sauce in its place.
I don’t budge, ignoring the shock of the warm liquid dripping down my cheek. I keep my head turned.I’m not going to give him what he wants if he doesn’t give me what I want.
I feel his hands rip apart the top of my dress, and I whip my head around, staring daggers. The pizza hangs from his mouth as the fabric of my dress flutters to the floor.First, he denies me food, and now he rips my dress? Oh, he’s going to pay.He takes a bite of the pizza and hovers it over my bare chest, both of us watching as the cheese and sauce drip onto my exposed breasts. I wince at the burn and he bends his head to lick the sauce off, looking up at my eyes while he does it.
I’m more turned on then I want to be, and by the feel of Aster’s hardening erection against my stomach, I know he is, too. I sneak a glance,It seems we’re both insatiable for each other.
“You’re my dessert and main course tonight,” he says as he dips his finger in the sauce, bringing it to my mouth. “Now suck.”
I part my lips, reveling in the feel of his finger against my tongue. I tease the tip, savoring the taste of the sauce, making eye contact as I do. Right before he pulls his finger out of my mouth, I bite down. Not hard, but enough to elicit a reaction. He pulls his finger out, smirking at me, then he bends down and bites my nipple, making me yelp and moan in return. Satisfied with my reaction, he starts to suck and lick the rest of the sauce off my chest.
He releases my hands, dragging his fingers along my arm and starts to tease my other nipple, pinching it between his fingers. While he is busy pleasuring me, I start to scoot up towards my prize. I moan, refusing to let his touch distract me while I’m distracting him from seeing me slowly scoot up. My hands barely touch the box, a grunt of triumph escaping my lips.I’m so close to finally grabbing a piece.My head and hand are outstretched, my wrist resting against the edge of the box.
Then I don’t feel his mouth or hands anymore.
I freeze and look down, seeing Aster staring up at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“You thought you could distract me with your moans so I wouldn’t notice you going for the pizza?” he scoffs, reaching over my head and closing the lid. “Oh, little vixen, you have to be a lot sneakier than that to not get me to notice.”
My bottom lip juts out, and I lower my head, starting to pout, as I cross my arms over my chest. This makes Aster chuckle, and he opens the lid and retrieves a slice of pizza from the box. I wiggle underneath him, excited I finally get to taste the cheesy goodness.
“Open up.”
I do, and I’m met with the cheesy, salty goodness of my first piece of Hawaiian pizza. The best piece I’ve ever tasted,victory truly is sweet. I moan my pleasure, swallowing as I take another bite.
“If I knew you would be making these sounds below me, I would’ve given in sooner, but I do admit, I love watching you beg,” he says, as he gives me another bite.
I glower at him, “You know, most people gag at the mention of Hawaiian pizza,” I say with a mouth full of nirvana.
“Good thing I’m not like most people then,” he breathes, a shadow from my lips, never breaking eye contact.
“No, no you are not.” My eyes dance, locked with his.
He pushes off the floor and stares down at me. “Should I take that as a compliment?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You can take it however you want, compliment or insult.” I go to take another bite, but he jerks it away.
“Now vixen, you want this pizza? Then it was a compliment, but if it was an insult, then…” He drags my pizza across his lips, slowly opening his mouth.
The words rush out of me. “Compliment! It was a compliment.”
“Good girl,” he smirks. “Open up.”
I reluctantly open, and he places the pizza in my mouth, letting me finish it.
He gets off of me with a secret smile and helps me up, grabbing the box of pizza and placing it on the island. We both take a seat on the chairs and start devouring the cheesy goodness. By the time we’re both finished, there are only three slices left.
“We really put a dent in that pizza,” I say while sucking the sauce off each finger.
