Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
SIMON
I wasn’t expecting to see Andrés again, so I was unprepared for the way my stomach flipped when he walked through the door.
He’s dressed in a dark blue shirt and black trousers that fit him perfectly, like only expensive tailoring can.
I’m glad I have my apron still on as it goes some way to hiding the semi I have just from him looking so gorgeous.
Although his visit is welcome, I need to remind him that he can’t just come back here any time he chooses.
For a start, someone might see him, and I don’t want to be answering those kinds of questions.
He gives me that same look—with his warm dark eyes and dancing smile—that he did yesterday, and my insides somersault again.
“Did you really come back here for carrots?” I ask, leaning back on the stainless steel counter behind me and crossing my arms, trying to add a layer of defence against his charm and good looks. He gives a small smile.
“I wanted to see if it was you who made those pretty little blini canapés tonight.”
I huff a barely concealed snort. I’ve heard some lame excuses in my time, but this tops them all.
“I know my way around a piping bag, for sure,” I reply. “But tell me, are you in the habit of walking into kitchens to find out who makes your food?”
“Only if the chef is really cute and has an arse so hot I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Did you come back here for a second helping?” I ask, trying to cover up my surprise that he’d thought that, never mind admitting it to me, and he steps in close to me, a smile playing on his dark red lips.
He reaches out a hand and cups my arse, pulling me tightly against him.
My dick hardens against his thigh, and his lips twitch when he feels the effect he’s having on me.
He leans in close and I can feel his hot breath on my neck.
“With some dishes, you need to taste them again to know if you really like them.” His voice, like dark molten chocolate, caresses my skin, and my hips respond by grinding my dick against his leg.
He gives my arse a squeeze, and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that’s desperate to escape.
I know he’s a rich playboy who’s leaving in a few days, but no one’s made my body respond like this for a long time.
“I’m up for seconds,” I croak, and he pulls back abruptly, leaving my body bereft at the loss of his touch and my cock aching with frustration.
I’m about to growl my annoyance when I see he’s waiting for me.
Oh right. I get it. He’s got my agreement.
He no longer has to work on trying to convince me, so why bother.
I nearly tell him I’ve changed my mind but my dick is not on board with that change of plan.
I don’t know why it bothers me so much as it’s just a hookup.
A rich, gorgeous one, though, I suppose, so I have nothing to complain about.
I pull my apron off and hang it up. I head to the door and start turning off the lights.
“Come on, then,” I say more tersely than I mean to, and Andrés’ brow creases into a small frown, which disappears almost as soon as it appears.
“How’s Chispa?” I ask when we’re in the elevator, more to break the silence than because I want to engage in small talk.
His smile as he turns to me is genuine, and I can see he’s pleased I asked about her.
“And the others as well, of course,” I add quickly, but for the life of me I can’t remember their names, and I only really met Chispa.
“She’s good, they all are,” he says and gives a slight laugh. He casually places his hand on my lower back as we leave the elevator and he guides me towards his room. Just having his hand on me fires up my desire again, and I forget my annoyance from earlier. I’m determined to enjoy myself again.
This time when we enter his suite I don’t stand and stare.
Instead, I take off my trainers and start pulling off my clothes, throwing them onto an elegant nearby chair.
He again toes off his shoes, goes to the dresser, and gets out the lube before pulling out his phone and putting some music on.
Not classical this time but quite soulful.
He has interesting tastes. Fully naked, I approach him and start unbuttoning his shirt.
He lets me, and a couple of times I glance at him and he’s watching me with dark eyes under lowered lashes.
I push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms onto the floor, then I trace my fingers over his skin, feeling it shiver slightly at my touch.
I unbutton his trousers, wanting to see his dick again, but this time I want to touch it and taste it.
As I free his long cock from his underpants, I can’t help but hum my delight, and it bounces in response, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
“It likes you,” Andrés rasps.
“I like it too,” I say and drop to my knees.
I trace my tongue round the head and over the tip, enjoying how he hisses with an intake of breath.
I suck the end into my mouth, increasing the pressure of my lips until I’m most of the way down his shaft.
I tongue at the veins and then pull back, catching my teeth round the head, and he groans.
I repeat the action a few more times, and he gets harder and starts thrusting each time I pause, each thrust getting a little wilder and more erratic.
Suddenly he pushes on my forehead and tries to pull back.
“Simon, not yet,” he pleads, and I pop off the end and grin at him, saliva dripping off my chin. I was enjoying myself but I don’t want it to end yet either. He guides me back to my feet with an almost feral look in his eyes.
“My turn,” he says huskily and practically throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hips and turning me over. He pulls me towards him and then licks down my back. He brushes his lips across where I know I have a small mole—it feels almost like a kiss—and then he sinks his teeth into my arse cheek.
“Fuck!” It’s surprise more than hurt that causes the outburst, but it feels so good. He licks across the spot.
“Too much?” he whispers, and I shake my head.
“No, do it again,” I say and brace myself, leaning into the bloom of pain and moaning as he bites the other side before licking it again.
He nips and licks each side in turn, spreading my cheeks and working towards my crease.
I widen my knees and push back, opening myself further, desperate for him to reach my pucker.
He takes his time, teasing me, and when his tongue finally traces round my hole, my knees almost buckle and I nearly come straight away.
“Urrrngh,” I utter when his tongue pushes inside.
Coherent speech or thought is beyond me.
He licks and thrusts, nips and sucks, his tongue teasing me one minute and fucking me the next.
I have no clue what day it is, or which way is up.
I just exist in the warm wetness of him thoroughly eating my hole.
My own dick is leaking precum in strings. It feels heavy and my balls draw up.
“No, not now,” I almost sob. I shift and support my weight on one elbow, grabbing my dick and squeezing hard, pushing down to try to stave off the orgasm that threatens to engulf me.
“You can come if you need to, cutie,” Andrés breaks his connection with my arse long enough to whisper.
“But I want your dick,” I whine as he licks across my already sensitive pucker.
“Oh, I’m still gonna fill you up, cutie pie. You’re still gonna feel my dick.”
He probes me again with his tongue, gently this time, and I lean into each delightful touch. I move my hand to stroke my cock in a long slow rhythm and push back onto his face. It’s his low guttural moan that pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, spurting cum over the bed between my knees.
Andrés places a kiss on each of my arse cheeks as I kneel with my face resting on the bed, trying to recover my breath. A cold, lubed finger grazes my hole, and I twitch with the suddenness of the contrast to his tongue. I’m sensitive but it’s also soothing. He takes it away and I feel its loss.
“Please, I want this,” I say through dry lips.
A warm strong hand smooths down my back and then his finger is back.
He breaches me, knuckle deep, and twists.
As he strokes across my prostate, I gasp, and my dick, which had already shot a load I’d not thought possible, starts to fill again.
He adds another finger, slowly opening me up ready for him.
He grazes across my bundle of nerves again, and I lift my head from the bed and raise myself onto my hands.
He withdraws his fingers, and while I want his dick, I hate the loss of them.
I feel his tip nudge me and I brace for the burn, but the wonderful feeling of fullness as he sinks into me is stronger, and I sigh in relief.
I’ve never felt so full, and I love it. He doesn’t go at the same pace as yesterday.
Instead, it’s slow and steady and deep. His hands roam over my skin, warm and strong.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, as he caresses my back, and I hum, preening a little. He holds my waist and sinks back, pulling me with him. With one arm he catches me around the chest and plasters my back to his front. The other hand wraps round my cock.