Page 66 of Who's Playing You
Considering I didn’t ever want this moment to end, I simply replied, “Fuck the sauce. We can make more,” and then turned her in my arms, threading my fingers through her hair and leading her mouth to mine. She hummed in response and I swallowed her pleasure.
I blindly found the knob on the stove to turn the sauce off before leading Scottie to the left, away from the hot stove, never letting my lips leave hers. She squealed when I hoisted her onto the counter, tugging her back to the edge so I could grind into her barely covered center.
As I kissed down her neck, she leaned her head to the side to give me better access and I felt the vibrations of her throat before I heard her say, “I thought you said you were going to feed me,” in a teasing tone.
I growled against her skin, feeling every fiber of my being being tested like I’d never been challenged before. Because all I wanted was her - all of her.
I tugged at the collar of my T-shirt, which I’d slipped over her head when we left the studio earlier. I kissed the newly exposed skin. I’d been extremely disappointed when she put her panties back on in the studio, but I’d convinced her that my T-shirt and her panties were the best thing she could wear to dinner, since she didn’t want to wear her birthday suit. The rest of her clothes were still scattered somewhere on the floor of the studio, where I’d hope they'd stay for days to come.
I’d only put on a pair of shorts in the house, after walking buck-naked through the courtyard and back to the house with her, which had entertained her greatly. But in my mind, I was just trying to set the precedent for what was to come: us naked, all the time, absolutely everywhere on the property.
“I did. I did indeed promise that.” I conceded. “However, I’d much rather eat you.”
She chuckled as she tugged on my hair. “As tempting as that sounds…” she tugged firmly enough that I was forced to remove my head from between her breasts and look up at her.
I hissed in response because the burn in my scalp from her tugging on my hair ignited something in my core. “Shit, I’m sorry,” she said as she loosened her grip.
“Don’t you dare let go, pull all you want, baby. It just makes me harder for you,” and to emphasize my point, I thrust into her still-swollen pussy. She half-gasped in response and her head lolled to the side of its own volition.
“But you’re right,” I said as I kissed back up her chest, then on her collarbone. “I did promise to feed you.” I rained kisses down on her neck, planting one behind her ear and then sucking her earlobe into my mouth. “I can’t be selfish and be the only one eating,” I reached her swollen lips and kissed her deeply.
When I released her lips, we both gasped for air. “Oh, I can-I mean, I can reciprocate… that sounds so mechanical. Shit, sorry. I mean, I can give you head… I didn’t mean to come off as a selfish partner.” She stuttered.
God how I loved this woman.
“That’s not what I meant at all, honey. But the offer is greatly appreciated and I’d love to take you up on it very soon,” I chuckled while I also adjusted my raging hard-on. He’d heard her offer too and wasveryexcited about its potential. “I just meant, you don’tactuallyeat enough, Scottie. You need to refuel. So while I’d love to eat you out again and extremely soon, and it would in fact be my absolute pleasure to do so, I actually want to feed you. I can’t have you fading on me for lack of sustenance.”
She gave me a quiet little smile in appreciation. “I just got carried away, having you in my arms, stirring sauce was so sexy.”
She let out a full body laugh, “Stirring sauce does it for you?”
“When I’ve got you in my arms in nothing but my shirt, your ass tucked into me - where it belongs - all in my kitchen? Yeah, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen since I had you on your back out on that table in the barn,” I stated as I swooped down and captured her nipple with my teeth.
She screamed out in surprise and admonished me, “Nicholas!” and swatted at my bare back. I just laughed while I tugged her hips forward and captured her, holding the backs of her thighs, leaving her no choice but to wrap her legs around me and her arms around my neck. She was at the perfect height and I just kissed her.
And kissed her some more.
I walked like this through the kitchen, reluctantly setting her down on her own feet on the other side. I couldn’t help the growl of frustration that I let out because I had to give up touchingher while I made her dinner. She just laughed at my frustration. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
“What can I say? I’m addicted.”
She playfully swatted at my bare chest. “But fine. I’ll have dinner ready in a few, do you want to grab some bowls, silverware and glasses?”
“I can manage that,” she said on a husky exhale as she took a step back from me. Then another. All while eye-fucking me. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped from me again.
Fifteen minutes later I had Scottie back up on a counter, this time on the big island in the center of our kitchen. I had her legs wrapped around my hips, and I loved that she crossed them around my ass. I had our food laid out next to us and was able to reach enough of it to feed her.
What?
You thought I wasn’t going to feed her myself? Every single bite? If you thought that, you’re insane.
She had started to pull out one of the stools by the island when I had our meal finished but I had quickly pulled her into me and hoisted her onto the counter and told her, “There we go, now let’s eat,” as I pulled the various plates closer to us.
She’d told me she was capable of feeding herself. I think that she was actually more curious to see what the hell I was getting at. And I’d shown her another five seconds later when I brought the fork to her lips. I’d baked my favorite Caesar chicken breasts, and I knew she was going to love it as much as I did.
When I’d brought the piece of chicken to her lips, holding the fork there momentarily while she eyed it, then me, I stared at her in return and said, “Open.”
Watching her wrap her lips around that fork, yeah well, I’d never in my life been more jealous of an object.Fuck my life, it was so sexy how she did that.
