Page 15 of Unruly Defender
The pan I was holding clatters to the floor.“Could you stop fucking talking about blow jobs for one damn minute?Fuck!”
Just what I need, a visual in my head about her giving the best damn blow job while I haven’t had sex in years.I could come in my goddamn pants with the mere thought of Gracy on her knees in front of me, my dick in her mouth while her supernova eyes glance up at me, silently begging me to fuck her mouth until I fire my cum down her throat.
“You’re thinking about me giving you one, aren’t you?”She giggles.She fucking giggles!
I should shove my dick into her mouth as payback, but instead I bend down to grab the pan and put it underneath the tap to rinse it, keeping my hands busy and trying to clear my head along with it.
“Want me to help?”Gracy asks from right beside me.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter and try to calm my raging heart.
“What are we making?”
“Definitely not babies,” my mind offers and I clear my throat to answer her.“Spaghetti.”
“Yum.I’ll help.”Suddenly she doesn’t seem drunk at all when she starts to roam around the kitchen.
We work side by side in the little space until she bends down right in front of me to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator.The visual before me where I long to grab her ass is one I itch to make reality.Need I mention she’s wearing a damn bikini and has some flimsy scarf wrapped around her waist?
It would be so easy to rip off the scarf, shove those bikini bottoms to the side and slide my dick home.I’m still staring when she shoves a water bottle into my hands.
“Here, drink.Looks like you need to cool down.”The mischief in her eyes is tempting me to drag her close and kiss her.
Come to think of it, she doesn’t look as drunk as she seemed when I got here.“How much wine did you have?”
She shrugs.“Probably a little more than half a bottle but it took me hours.”
“You faked being drunk off your ass?”I state.
“Yup.”She gives me devilish smile.“Nice way to test you and to give myself an advantage in case you did have bad intentions.You know, underestimate a drunk woman and all.”
“Your thought process is plausible,” I grumble.
A sexy giggle rings through the air and it makes our gaze connect.In this moment there’s static noise filling my ears and I only have eyes for her.The way her chest rises and falls, the longing in her supernova gaze and the way her lips part.
Fuck it.
I reach for her and wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck to pull her forward as I bend down to meet in the middle as our lips crash together in a rough kiss.A slight gasp escapes her but it quickly turns into a moan.Her tiny hands slide over my chest as she grabs fistfuls of fabric to keep me close.
Her taste is addictive when my tongue slides in and starts a slow dance with hers.Electrical.As if my body is charging for what’s to come.My dick hardens against her and desperately needs to be brought out of the confinement of my jeans.
My other hand slides to her ass to pull her closer and to knead it.Soft.Firm.So fucking perfect.I press her against the counter but I feel like it’s not enough.Using both hands I lift her up on the counter so she can wrap her legs around me.I pull slightly back to cup her breast and boldly slide her bikini top to the side to reveal her tight nipple that’s begging for my mouth.
Leaning in I let my tongue trail a path around her areola before I graze her nipple with my teeth.Her fingers roam through my hair as she pulls me closer and moans the way I want her to when I ultimately slide my dick between the lips of her pussy.Dammit, I need to be inside her.Now.
Hissing draws our attention and both of us jump into action when the spaghetti starts to boil over.I would like nothing more than to turn off the stove and ignore the whole damn world so I can bury myself inside Gracy, but the moment is shattered and she seems to give all of her attention to finishing the spaghetti.
“You can sit down, I’ll finish up,” she says and I have my confirmation.
Too fast, too damn soon, but it felt so right to have her in my arms.And maybe it’s for the best because we don’t have a condom and she’s not on the pill.Still.It’s a damn shame we have to wait, but she’s absolutely worth it.
I clear my throat and ask, “Where do you keep the plates?”
She gives me a shy smile and points the spoon she’s holding in the direction of a cabinet.I grab two plates and place everything on the table.Gracy carries the spaghetti over to the table and starts to divide some onto the two plates.
I’m having a hard time keeping a straight face when she actually starts to eat as if she’s in a restaurant, curling the spaghetti around a fork with a little help from a spoon, but all too soon she takes one string of spaghetti and closes her eyes to suck hard and lets it bounce left and right around her mouth before it disappears inside.
Instead of eating, all I can do is stare at her.Even if she’s high-class and the shit she just had thrown on her lap—not to mention me kissing the fuck out of her only mere moments ago—she takes this tiny piece of time to enjoy her food carelessly.Not one hint of awkwardness but instead the woman in front of me is enjoying her food as if she’s alone in the room.
