Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
Date number one is a complete success if I say so myself. When I came up with the idea, it took no convincing to get Logan to help me out. He even texted me the grocery list.
I move quickly around the kitchen, making sure everything is cleaned up and back in its place.
The mouthwatering scent of roasted garlic, herbs, and melting cheese floats in the air.
Turning off the timer, heat rushes out as I open the oven door and remove the lasagna.
Placing it on the stovetop, I remember Logan said it needs to sit for a bit before we eat it.
I’m proud of us. It looks—almost perfect.
A large smile slides across my face. I can’t wait for her to see it.
I grab plates from the cupboard and place them on the table, then try to recollect which way the forks go.
Normally I wouldn’t care, but I want to make it nice for her.
Rummaging through a drawer, I find two cloth napkins and try to fold them.
They are far from perfect, but okay. Maybe I should stick them in the wine glasses; I’ve seen that done before. Fuck, I almost forgot I bought wine.
What else… I never thought to buy candles. I’ll have to buy some for next time. I love the thought that there will be a next time. Standing back, I admire my handiwork.
Everything is ready, but she hasn’t come down yet. I don’t want to rush her. Maybe I’ll go up and give her a little nudge.
Throwing down the towel I have hanging over my shoulder, I head up the stairs two at a time and walk towards my bedroom. “Dinner’s ready,” I call, pushing open the door. “Come down whenever you’re…” I trail off as I come to a stop and lean my shoulder against the doorframe.
Beck is kneeling on the floor, digging through her bag with a towel wrapped around her chest. She looks up startled, eyes wide for a moment.
“Hi,” she says, standing up slowly. “I forgot to take my bag in with me. I’m trying to find something to wear.” She bites her lip and looks away.
“I see that,” I say, stepping farther into the room.
She laughs softly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her flushed face. Holding her towel and clothes tight against her chest, she nods towards the bathroom. “I’ll get dressed and be right down.”
She only makes it a couple of feet when I say, “You know Logan said the lasagna has to rest before we eat it.”
She slowly turns back to me. Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, she murmurs, “He said that, didn’t he?”
Crooking two fingers, I beckon her. Dropping her clothes back on top of her bag, she keeps her towel in place as she moves across the room to me.
“Is it that kind of date now?” she asks, her gaze lingering over me.
“Do you want it to be?”
She slowly nods her head, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she steps closer.
My breath catches as the towel slips from her fingers and falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. Her ebony hair cascades over her shoulders, brushing over the swell of her breasts. Ink winds over her smooth skin in ribbons of colour, telling stories I ache to learn with my tongue.
She is gorgeous. Absolutely devastating. And she’s here with me.
I’ve held her against me and felt the shape of her body through her clothes in the dark, but nothing prepared me for the sight of her standing here completely bare and trusting me.
I don’t move at first, frozen in place. I’m here fully dressed, and she’s…not.
Raising one eyebrow, she smirks and does a slow spin. And because she is her, she blurts out, “Well, this is me. What are you waiting for, Pretty Boy? Come on—strip and show me what you’ve got.”
A laugh bursts from my mouth before I can help it. She’s joking and trying to pretend she’s not nervous, but the pink creeping up her cheeks gives her away.
“Jesus,” I say, dragging a hand over my mouth. “Give me a minute. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe.”
Stepping towards her, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it with her abandoned towel on the floor. I freeze when she lifts her hand and pushes her hair back over her shoulder, exposing her tight nipples and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“Don’t stop now,” she says, meeting my eyes.
My fingers fumble at the button of my jeans. Lowering the zipper, I shove them down and step out of them. Standing there in nothing but my grey boxer briefs, I see her openly staring at the outline of my hard cock.
“Well?” I say, echoing her earlier words. “This is me.”
“Not bad, Pretty Boy.” Stepping towards me, she presses her bare chest against my own.
“Not bad,” I repeat. “I’m wounded.” I pull her hips closer so she can feel against her stomach what she does to me.
She rolls her eyes and smiles. Her nerves are gone. No more pretending.
Dipping my head, I press my lips to hers.
Soft and testing at first, then allowing her to take the lead.
She responds instantly, tilting her head and pressing closer.
Her tongue runs along the seam of my lips, asking for entrance as her hands run up the back of my neck into my hair.
I deepen the kiss; my hands explore her body.
Touching, teasing as I learn what she likes.
I break the kiss long enough to catch my breath and make sure this is what she wants. Her eyes are bright and hungry, and it makes me ache with need.
“What am I going to do with you?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
She laughs breathlessly and whispers in my ear, “Whatever you want.”
Capturing her mouth, I kiss her again. Fuck me. Why didn’t we do this sooner?
Step by step, I guide her backwards towards my bed. Pulling away, she mumbles into my lips, “There’s a box of condoms in my bag.”
“I bought some today. They’re in my nightstand.”
She giggles into my shoulder. “The ladies at the pharmacy will be talking about us for days.”
“I’m sure they will. As I was paying, she told me to have an enjoyable evening.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” she says as she slowly drops to her knees. Pulling my boxers down, she hums with appreciation as my hard cock springs free.
“Oh, Baby, you have no idea how much I want to feel your pretty red lips around my cock, but there is lots of time for that. I need to taste you first.”
“Are you sure?” she questions with confusion in her eyes.
Helping her to her feet, I guide her onto the bed exactly where I need her. “Oh, I’m very, very sure.”
My dick is rock-hard, throbbing and begging for release, but this isn’t about me. I am dying to taste her.
Hovering over her, my mouth presses reverent kisses along her jaw, travelling down the curve of her neck to the swell of her breasts. My tongue lingers on a taut nipple, circling it with my tongue before I pull it into my mouth and suck.
She groans and arches her back as my hand kneads the other, twisting the peak with my fingertips. Continuing my exploration, my lips travel across the plain of her soft stomach. Her hands grasp and tighten against the sheet as I exhale a warm breath along her inner thigh.
“Please, I need more.” Her body rocks, trying to get me where she needs me.
“We don’t need to rush.” My lips dance across her soft skin. “We have all night.”
She groans, spreading her legs farther, putting her glistening pussy on full display for me.
I hum in appreciation. “I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re amazing.”
Holding one thigh back, I tease her entrance with two fingers in a gentle figure-eight pattern up around her swollen bud, then back through her slick folds, dipping in ever so slightly.
“Oh my God,” she whines. I relish how wet and needy she is for me.
My wide shoulders settle between her thighs, and she barely has time to catch her breath before my mouth meets her core.
Gasping, she reaches down and sinks her fingers through my hair, pulling as she tries to hold me in place.
I glance up and meet her lust-filled blue eyes before my tongue begins its assault.
I tease and taste her, calculating every movement.
Taking my time, I drag her to the edge with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing moans from her lips.
Her hands tighten in my hair as her body twists and arches with overwhelming pleasure.
“Stay with me,” I coax in a low, commanding voice as I insert the tips of two fingers and gently press down. “Like that. You’re doing so well.”
“Fuck,” she cries out as her hips roll beneath my grip, chasing her pleasure on my tongue.
“Look at you. Do you like that, Trouble?” I murmur against her skin, feeling the way she is unraveling around me. Just as she is on the edge, I insert two large fingers farther and curl them towards me.
“Oh my God, yes!” she screams as I watch her shatter. With her back arched and head thrown back, she rides out her pleasure. I feel her muscles tighten in rhythmic contractions as she coats my hand and tongue with her release. My fingers slow as I draw out every quiver.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.” I place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up her body. “Tell me what you need, Baby, and I’ll give it to you.”
Her blue eyes darken as she pushes my shoulder, rolling me onto my back.
Kneeling on the bed beside me, she reaches for the box of condoms. Taking one out, she tosses the box to the other side of the bed.
I watch as she tears it open, groaning as she carefully rolls it down my shaft.
My rock-hard dick is standing at attention as she confidently straddles my hips.
Taking my cock in her hand, she lines me up at her entrance, and she cries out as she sinks down.
She is so wet I can feel her juices running down over my balls onto the bed below.
“You feel so good,” I moan as her warm cunt grasps me and pulls me in deep. Her hands rest on my chest as she throws her head back, rolling her hips back and forth over my length.
She hums as I cup her ass and squeeze tight.
I continue to explore up over her soft hips and waist as her body rocks.
Moving to her chest, I cup her small breasts in my palms, squeezing her stiff pink nipples between my fingertips.
She cries out in pleasure as she falls forward with her hands on either side of my head so I can suck one into my mouth.
I alternate between sucking and nibbling as I squeeze each tit.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck,” she chants as she increases her speed riding my throbbing dick.
Releasing her tits, I push her back so I can watch her claim her pleasure.
She is stunning as she bends backwards, bracing her hands on my thighs with her chest on full display.
Throwing her head back, she lets out a loud moan.
Holding her hips, I thrust my cock up into her, increasing our speed and intensity.
She feels so amazing around me that I can’t get enough.
Releasing her with one hand, I can’t resist swirling two fingers around her clit so I can watch her come undone for me again.
Instantly, her pussy clenches and pulses around my cock as another orgasm seizes her.
I love how responsive she is to my touch. This could become addictive.
I give her no time to come down from her high before I am lifting her up, pulling out, and quickly rolling us so she’s on her hands and knees.
Slipping a pillow under her stomach, I push her down onto her forearms, and her head rests on the mattress.
Evidence of her pleasure is dripping off my cock as I crawl back and look at her pretty pink pussy. Beautiful.
She gasps when I lean forward and lick her dripping cunt from hole to hole. I need another taste of her sweetness.
“What’s wrong, Baby? Don’t you want me to lick your pretty pussy?” My tongue swipes back and forth lightly.
“Oh my God,” she moans deeply. “Keep going,” she begs, clenching the sheets in both fists.
Chuckling, I gently suck her clit into my mouth, sinking three fingers in deep as she screams my name. “You like that, don’t you? My fingers filling your cunt so full?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes,” she moans into the mattress as I continue to plunge them in and out.
Crawling back up her body, I push her damp hair away from her face and whisper into her ear, “What do you need? Tell me what you want.”
“I need you inside me. Please, please make me come again,” she begs as she squirms under my weight.
“You need my cock to make you come, Baby? You want me to fill you up?” I ask, nipping her neck, not caring if I leave a mark.
Without waiting for her answer, I sit back on my heels and pull her hips back, plunging back deep into her centre with one thrust. Throwing her head back, she gasps at the sudden onslaught.
Giving her no time to adjust, I pound into her.
Rising on shaky hands, she meets me thrust for thrust. I’m not sure if I can hold on much longer as I watch her pussy swallow my hard cock.
“Look at your ass shake as you take me so well.” I squeeze her cheeks. She gasps as my thumb drifts over her tight hole.
Reaching around with my opposite hand, my fingers find her swollen clit and circle it with enough pressure to make her scream.
“I want you to come for me one more time,” my voice rumbles. “Can you do that?”
As if on command, she cries out, and she shatters around my dick.
Watching her come undone triggers my release.
My breath becomes shallow as my stomach tightens.
My skin is burning, every nerve in my body coming alive with sensation as pleasure rushes through me.
With one last thrust, my muscles tense, and I let go, hot cum shooting deep into her core.
Gasping, I ride out my pleasure as my cock throbs and pulses inside her.
Fuck. I wish there wasn’t a barrier between us.
What I wouldn’t do to watch my cum drip from her cunt.
That’s a future conversation that needs to be had.
Taking a moment, running soothing hands up and down her sides, I rest my forehead on her back and catch my breath.
With me still buried deep and her ass still in the air, she rests her head on the mattress and closes her eyes so she can do the same.
Slowly, I pull out and sit back on my heels, removing the condom and tying it in a knot before dropping it in the trash beside the bed.
Pulling the pillow out from beneath her, I kiss her on her shoulder and coax her down beside me. “You rest for a minute, and then we can get cleaned up.”
Rolling over into my arms, she pulls me close. “Okay, I just want to lie here with you,” she sighs. “That was…amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” I press a kiss onto her forehead, running my fingers slowly up and down the length of her spine. As we lie there in silence, I try to process what this means for us.
It’s then that I hear the distinct sound of her stomach rumbling with hunger.
“Ryan?” she says, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Do you think the lasagna has rested long enough?”