Stalker Problems - Chapter 60 - Better Than Cake
I could barely focus on his words because I was licking the icing off his thumb.
Which I would normally never do because hands were dirty.
But fucking hell this was somehow even hotter than when I was sucking his cock.
We locked eyes. Oh God. Wait a second. Did he just say he wanted to taste me?
Was he talking about what I thought he was?
Joe never did that for me. But Tanner was nothing like stupid Joe.
Wait. Oh no . Taste me? He wanted to taste my blood.
He really was a vampire! God, why did he have to do that right now?
Couldn’t he tell how much I needed him based on what I was currently doing?
I was scared, but I was pretty sure I was more turned on.
Maybe him taking one little taste of my blood wouldn’t hurt that badly.
I honestly had no idea what was happening anymore. “Hm?” I moaned against his thumb.
He groaned. “Jesus, Ash.” He pulled me to my feet and his lips crashed against mine as he pushed me back onto the table. One swipe of his arm sent plates and silverware clattering to the floor.
A second later I was flat on my back on the table, one hand in a plate of cake.
“What are you doing?!” I squealed. “They’re going to hear us.
” Part of me wanted them to. They could save me from having my blood sucked.
But at the same time…if Tanner was about to do what I actually wanted him to do…
I’d die if someone stopped us. I’d just die of horniness. I was pretty sure that was possible.
“I don’t care.” He pushed the hem of my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this?
How many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you spread out for me just like this?
” Then he tore off my thong. And I don’t mean he pulled it down my legs in a hurry.
I mean he tore it off of me . Like, split it in half.
And then he was kneeling in front of me, pushing my legs apart.
He tossed my ruined thong to the side. I thought he was about to devour me, but instead he gently kissed up my inner thigh. He was going so slowly. Torturously slowly. What was he trying to do to me?
“Please,” I moaned.
That just made him go even slower. “Your skin is so fucking sweet.”
God. Of course! He was excited about sampling my blood.
I knew that’s what this was. I knew it and yet…
God, I couldn’t move away. I felt like I was going to explode.
I just needed him to touch me where I was dying to be touched.
Just once, and then I’d die happy when he killed me. “Please, Tanner. I need you.”
He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. And instead of biting me, he sucked on my clit. Hard.
I threw my head back, thankfully not into a piece of cake. But honestly…I wouldn’t have cared if I had. Because Tanner brushing his tongue against my clit made all my worries about vampires disappear.
Tanner groaned. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life.
And then he started feasting on me. God, I’d never felt anything like this before.
His fingers dug into my hips like he couldn’t get close enough to me.
His nose brushed against my clit as his tongue explored all my walls.
It was like he thought I was more delicious than all the cakes in the restaurant.
I’d never felt more desired in my life. And I wanted it to last forever.
I dug my fingers into his hair to keep him from ever leaving.
Every suck, every flick, every time he plunged his tongue deep inside of me… It all brought me closer to the edge. Everything else faded away. The only thing in the world that mattered was Tanner devouring my pussy.
“Oh God,” I panted. “More.”
He obliged, thrusting his tongue even deeper, circling my wetness. I clamped my thighs around his head and my whole body shook with pleasure.
“Yes!” I screamed. God! Oh God. My fingers tightened in his hair.
When my body finally relaxed, Tanner pulled back.
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.” I needed that again. And again and again. I was wrong before. He wasn’t the one starving for me. I was literally starving for him. I’d never felt anything like that in my whole life. And I wasn’t done yet.
“I have a better idea.” He stood up, his hands on my thighs still keeping me spread wide. And his cock was inches away from me.
My eyes got big.
“You’re mine,” he said. “And I’m going to show you that you’re mine.”
I nodded. “Did you bring a condom?”
“No. I want to feel you. Really feel you. I need you, Ash.”
I gulped. Should I really do this?! I wanted to. So badly. But I was also kind of terrified. I’d never had unprotected sex before. I’d always been so worried my birth control would fail. It was only like 99% effective. Which meant there was a 1 in 100 chance that he’d get me pregnant! Ahhh!
I took a deep breath. At this point, I didn’t fucking care about possibly getting pregnant. I just needed to feel him. It was time to stop being afraid and start living. I could deal with the consequences later. Right now…I needed this too. God, I needed him.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
He spread my legs farther and guided his thick cock into me.
Oh God. Just like he had with his kisses, he insisted on going torturously slowly. But this time, it served a purpose. Because if he had gone any faster, he probably would have ripped me in half. When he was finally all the way in he looked down at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” I didn’t mean to scream it. But I was literally about to explode.
He started moving in and out of me slowly. It felt better than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. I could feel every ridge, every vein. All rubbing me in spots I didn’t even know existed.
He kept going slowly, his hands tracing every inch of my body. They landed on my tits. He gently squeezed them.
I loved that he was going slowly and cherishing my body. But I had been horny for far too long to keep up this slow pace. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. No…I needed him to fuck my brains out.
“Faster,” I panted.
“God, where have you been hiding for the last century?”
The last century? What?
He slammed into me and I forgot what I’d been thinking. He pushed into me. Again. And again. Each time quickening his pace, his fingers digging into my hips until he was fucking me so hard it would have hurt if I wasn’t so far gone. God, yes.
I was loving every second of it. But my mind was a ridiculous place to be. And as much as I’d tried to push the question out of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder…
“Does this mean I’m your girlfriend now?” I asked.
He thrust into me. “Try more cake.”
What? “Now?”
He silenced me by shoving a cake-covered finger into my mouth.
God, he could tell how much I’d loved this earlier.
And sucking on his finger while he fucked me was somehow even hotter.
Especially when it was covered in the most delicious cake I’d ever tasted.
Or was this one second best? Hmm… I swirled my tongue around his finger to taste it more.
Tanner groaned.
You like that? The look in his eye told me that he did. So I started sucking on his finger harder, jamming it down my throat like it was a second cock.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he muttered.
I pulled back from sucking his finger and looked up at him. His abs tensed every time he thrust into me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. All eight of them.
Was that why he hadn’t asked me out yet? Because he had eight abs and eight inches. Which according to Single Girl Rule #8 meant he could do whatever he wanted to me as long as I was single.
Damn it! All that teasing had totally backfired. Kind of… Because even though he hadn’t officially asked me out yet, him giving me the best sex of my life wasn’t a bad consolation prize.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him thrusting into me. I couldn’t even believe how lucky I was to be with such a perfect specimen of a man.
He slammed into me harder.
God. I tried to remember every moment of this in case it was a one-time thing. And I wanted to make sure he remembered it too. I ran my index finger through some icing, locked eyes with Tanner, and licked it off as seductively as possible.
“Damn,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Do you know what that does to me?”
“Mhm,” I said. I lifted up a piece of caked and intentionally let some fall onto my cleavage. “Oops.”
“Let me help you with that.” He leaned over and licked it off my tits as he slammed into me harder.
Fuck.
He kept his face buried in between my breasts. “You’re perfect,” he said. Or at least I thought he did. His words were kind of muffled by my breasts.
“You’re perfect,” I replied. “And good at distracting me. But you can’t get out of answering my question forever.”
“Sure I can.” He pulled out and flipped me around so that I was bent over next to the table. And then he was inside of me again. Like… really inside of me. The new angle let him go even deeper than before.
And this time he didn’t start slowly. In fact, his thrusts were so forceful that the blindfold slid back down over my eyes.
I reached up to move it, but he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. Chef Santiago had been telling the truth, because being blindfolded did indeed enhance all my other senses. Especially the feeling of getting filled with Tanner’s beautiful cock.
“Tanner!” I hissed. “You’re being so bad right now! I need you to answer me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll…make you stop.” I didn’t really want him to ever stop. But it felt like a good bargaining chip.
“Were you serious about Rule #8?” he asked.