Chapter Thirty-One
Ruby
I wait as Garett instructed me, but he’s not saying anything. He’s staring into my eyes. It’s hard to see their colour as the eerie glow from the white snow outside fills the room. After hearing everything he’d wanted to do with me since we met—me, the woman ditched by her boyfriend for her business partner and told she wasn’t sexy anymore—my body fires for him.
I bite my lip, but suddenly, he replaces it with his thumb.
It teeters on the edge of my mouth.
I want to suck it.
I want to suck his cock more. It’s pressing against me even in this sea of blankets I regret insisting on. Who says sausage roll when they’re looking at the man they want to have inside them?
“Ruby,” he finally says, “are you sure you can do no-strings sex?”
I nod because, with the arousal coursing through my body, I’m not sure I can do anything else.
“Use your words.”
“I can do no-strings,” I croak. “I want you, Garett. I don’t care if it’s just for one night. I need you. You turn me on more than anyone has, and if I don’t have you inside me in the next five minutes, then I’m going to explode.”
“Then I best call the fire brigade because the things I want to do with you aren’t going to include me inside you for at least an hour.”
Aren’t?
I can’t help but giggle from the cheesiness, but then he flicks on the fairy lights and gives me the I’m about to devour every part of you look. I’m the fireball that will ignite every inch of skin, and you won’t survive it. I’m drowning in that look.
We clumsily unwrap ourselves from the blankets. There’s giggling and awkwardness, but then I’m underneath him. His hands slide onto the sides of my head. The hairs on his chest tickle my skin.
“It’s a shame you took off the hold ups. I wanted to see you in them properly before I ripped them off you.”
I go to move. “I can—”
But his growl freezes me to the bed. It’s a primal growl that makes me feel owned and worshipped. Garett is an animal coming out of his cage because he wants me.
His mouth presses against my neck as he pins my wrists above my head. A throaty moan leaves my lips.
“Anytime you want to stop or you want me to do something different, you tell me, Ruby.” His voice is so deep, and my body throbs with need for him. “Promise me, Rubes.”
“I promise,” I gasp.
“Good girl,” he grunts, and my body quivers beneath it. “Oh, you like that, do you? You like being my good girl.”
I whimper.
Garett kisses me hard on the mouth, and I forget all my typical smart-arsed responses. I wasn’t expecting to be in bed with this cooking sex god. He’s barely touched me, and already, my body sears for him.
“Maybe save up those whimpers because I’d hate it if you lost your voice. I’m only just getting started.”
His voice is gravelly. I knew this man of pure sex was under the guise of a chef all this time, but he still takes me by surprise. His kisses rain down on my skin as he rubs my pussy through my knickers with the palm of his hand.
I’m grinding against his casual touch.
When I said no-strings sex, I thought it would be a quick bang that would remove the tension, and then we’d be sorted. But this is like a masterclass in sexual prowess. I thought his cooking was good, but he should teach this instead.
“Hmmmm, you’re already wet for me, Ruby.” He slides his fingers into my knickers briefly before holding them up to his lips. Our stares are locked on each other as he opens his mouth and presses his glistening fingers between his lips and sucks hard. I nearly come right there. “So fucking good.”
I buck against him, and he chuckles a laugh that rumbles against my body. “Not yet. I’ve got so much I want to do.”
His other fingers dance across the flowers on my bra. “You showed me this bra when I was trying to teach. You teased me with it, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off you.”
I deliberate whether I’m happy that he’s about to yank off my favourite bra. My pussy says yes, it practically pulsates the word, but my bank balance says a very definite no. He doesn’t hurt the bra at all. Instead, he pulls down a cup, and with his fingers, still wet from me, he runs the tips across my hardened nipples.
“I know you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, but I’d love to cover these nipples with melted chocolate before licking it off.”
“I could find you some.” My voice is barely a rasp. I’m so fucking needy, and it’s all because of him.
He chuckles again. “Another time.”
And with every fibre of my being, I hope to all the presenters of Bake Off and MasterChef , current and legends, that there will be a next time, and it will involve every sugary sweet morsel ever created. And maybe ice, too.
His tongue replaces his fingers, and before I can consider which I prefer more, his fingers slide into my knickers and run in circles around my clit.
“Mary Berry,” I gasp before squeezing my eyes tightly closed. Shit, I cried out the name of a former baking show judge. Is that my way of blaspheming? It’s never happened before.
“Mary Berry?” At his laughter, I open one eye, then the other. His grin is broad, and a zip of joy explodes in my chest. I love that even pleasure with him is filled with fun. “Please don’t tell me you shout Gordon Ramsay when you come, or I’ll have to edge you all night.”
I glare at him, but the beginning of a smile and wrinkly nose give away my true emotions. “There’s one way to find out what I shout when I come. I hoped it would be Garett Kelsey, but I can’t promise.”
“We’d best find out, then.” And that’s when his whole body moves down. He kisses my inner thighs, and I swear he’s trying to leave love bites as he sucks and nibbles at my flesh.
His fingers go to my knickers, and I lift my bum so he can pull them down my legs. I’m rewarded with another “good girl” in a voice so deep it caresses my soul.
He slides the knickers down my legs with his kisses trailing behind them. I want to pull his head back to my pussy. I want him to lick it or finger it or do whatever else he can. But maybe he senses this because he does everything to avoid it.
“Garett,” I growl.
“Yes, Ruby.” There’s amusement behind his words. “What do you want?”
I grind my teeth, which I’m sure amuses him, too. It’s just no-strings. There’s no pressure, and I can say what I want without consequences.
“Lick my pussy now.” I close my eyes in preparation for his teasing, but instead, stars pulsate across my vision from one swipe of his tongue.
My moan elicits more of the same. One hand continues to play with my nipples while the other slides a finger inside me. Maybe it’s because he’s a chef, but he’s fantastic at multitasking. He’s licking and sucking as I ride his fingers. He’s pinching and circling, and fuck knows what because every bit of pleasure I never knew existed fills my body.
I grip and squeeze the blankets, desperate to hold onto something as I swear my body tries to levitate off the bed. I don’t know if it goes on for minutes or hours. It’s like I’m on the highest sugar hit as he swirls his tongue around my clit while pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside me. He hits that G-spot that even I thought was a myth.
I jerk off the bed before wrapping my thighs around Garett’s head. I’m moving my body in time with his fingers, crying out in pleasure as my climax nears. His fingers drag me closer to it with each press. He sucks my clit between his lips and thrusts a second finger inside me.
I come so hard that I would have fallen off the bed if I hadn’t been anchored to his face. Stars, fireworks, and even giant fairy lights fill my head as I scream his name. I ride out the orgasm like it’s something I’ve always done.
I pant nonsensical words and come off the highest high.
He murmurs, “That should help you sleep.”
“I’m not done yet.”
“I haven’t got a condom, Rubes.” My mind is a mess, and his thick cock that I’m absentmindedly stroking isn’t helping either. It looks massive in my tiny hands. I want it inside me. Suddenly, I remember what Amber told me a couple of weeks before.
“My sister keeps condoms here. She and Kalen were going to have sex in here, but they didn’t make it beyond the car park. Hence why there are twins on the way.”
Garett’s laughter amps up my arousal. I run across the mezzanine floor naked, feeling his eyes track me.
“Turn around slowly,” he demands, but instead, I throw the condom at him and cock my hip, shoving my fist on it. “Everything about you is sexy, especially your attitude.”
I’m practically glowing. Surely, your first time with someone new is meant to be an awkward fumble and embarrassing in places. This is like a perfect dream.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t tear the grin from my face. He fists his cock as he watches me.
“Please spin slowly, Rubes. I want to see every inch of you. I never want to forget this image.” That’s not something you say to a hookup, but I throw my hands in the air, and I comply. I can’t get enough of how he worships my body. “Now get over here and ride me.”
I prowl closer as if he’s not the boss of me, although he totally is. I straddle him, positioning my entrance at his now sheathed cock. “What do you want, Garett? Say the words.”
“I want you to slide—”
But I don’t give him a chance to finish. Instead, I drop down onto him, filling myself instantly. I knew it’d hurt—he’s bigger than all my toys—but I don’t care. It was worth it to watch his eyes roll back in his head and hear his gasps of desperation.
“Even when you’re torturing me, you’re the sexiest woman that ever existed.”
I grin and begin to ride him slowly. I’m grinding against him, using my thighs to ease myself onto him again.
His fingers grip my hips before moving to my bum and then back to my hips. It’s like he doesn’t know what he wants to touch more. I put my hands on either side of his head, desperate for that scent of cinnamon that never leaves him. It’s embossed on my heart, just like this moment.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Rubes. I want your perfect thighs to wear the imprint of my fingers. I will dream about you soaking me for the rest of my life. Does my dick feel good, baby?”
I nod, my forehead tight with desperation for more as words refuse to fall from my mouth.
“You’re stunning. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he murmurs, and I feel it because of him.
His lips caress my neck like he already knows I love it, and his hands move into my hair, slightly pulling it before breathing me in.
“I’ve longed to be close enough to touch you and caress you, and I’m so fucking lucky that I get to be inside you and watch how beautiful you are when you’re aroused. Because you are beautiful, baby, you’re fucking stunning.”
I can’t believe that this guy whose tongue is like licks of fire against my skin is my friend who fixes my car light and cares about my family. He has more skills in this room than in the kitchen, and that’s saying something.
He holds my body against him with his mouth-wateringly sexy forearms. I can’t see them, but they feel amazing. He pushes up, penetrating me faster and faster. I’m like jelly as my body can no longer sustain all the pleasure he’s offering me.
“Your pussy is perfect.” He bites my neck, and I cry out. I’m going to wear so many of his marks tomorrow. His stubble when he was between my thighs must have left a scratch that I can’t wait to admire in the mirror tomorrow. “You’re perfect.”
I can barely moan as my second orgasm hits. I need to predict these better so I have some control over them. But who am I kidding? I’m not in control of anything when Garett is inside me.
“Good girl,” he says as my body jerks against him. “Ride me, you fucking sexy woman.”
His thrusts are more feral as waves of orgasm wash over me repeatedly. “I’m coming,” he says between gritted teeth. He growls in my ear as he thrusts one last time. It’s like every ache leaves him as his body shakes and he collapses underneath me, but throughout everything, his kisses don’t stop.
I know he’s finally back to some form of normality when he whispers in my ear, “You didn’t even shout Martha Stewart when you came.”
I start giggling, but then he adds, “I hope there’s another condom, because once I’ve got my breath back, we need to go again.”
My laughter is caught short by the burn between my thighs. I want him a million times before the sun rises.
I lie down on his chest, giving his nipple a quick bite before he disposes of the condom. Even horny, I need a nap. I start to drift off, naked, with his forearms holding me close, his back rippling against my hands, and his kisses brushing my forehead.