Chapter 22 #2
“Leo, the cookies…” she says breathlessly as she half-heartedly tries to pull away towards the stove.
“Forget the cookies, right now, you’re the only thing I want to taste.”
She inhales sharply as her blue eyes drop to my lips. The oven beeps again and I begrudgingly step over to the stove, switch it off, grab an oven mitt and remove all the cookies as fast as I can, slamming the tray down a little too hard in my haste to get back to her.
I step towards her, and she backs up against the counter. I grip her waist and duck my head, licking up her neck. She moans, and her hands tighten against my chest. “L-Leo. We can’t do anything in here. It’s Betty’s kitchen, it’s not sanitary.”
My fingers tighten and now I’m wishing we did this at home in our kitchen. I’d have no problem laying her out on the counter there and devouring her.
I groan and rest my forehead against hers. “I know you’re right, but I don’t have to like it.”
She’s quiet for a minute before she looks up at me and whispers, “I have an idea.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask with a grin. She bites her lip looking a little nervous as she grabs my hand and leads me down the back hall, past the restroom and to the back door.
She starts to push it open, but I stop her. “Let me go first.” I look out and make sure the coast is clear. Behind the store is the forest that this street of shops backs up on to, and everything seems quiet.
Rosie grabs a brick from the ground and places it in the doorway so we don’t accidentally get locked out.
“So what was your idea? Need to come out here to cool off?” I rub my hands up and down her arms but she pushes my back against the wall, surprising me.
The dumpster blocks us from any one to my right and there is another bin ten feet in the opposite direction, so even if someone stepped outside their store, they wouldn't see us unless they moved closer to the forest.
Rosie licks her lower lip and presses her body against mine as her hands slide up under my shirt.
“Cooling off wasn’t what I had in mind,” she whispers as her fingers press into my skin. I tilt her chin up and kiss her.
This is not the sort of girl you fuck beside a dumpster, especially not for your first time, but saying no to her was going to be difficult, too.
Before I can tell her any of this she shocks me by dropping to her knees and grabbing the front of my pants. I feel my eyes widen as I stare down at her heated face. “Can I taste you, Leo?”
I drop my head back, smacking it against the brick wall as I groan. Have sweeter words ever been spoken? I look back down at her and nod. “How can I ever say no to you?”
She grins as she tugs my sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free my throbbing cock from its confinement. The second her warm little hand wraps around me I hiss out.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I shake my head and swallow heavily. “Don’t stop, please?”
She strokes me a few times gently before she squeezes harder, making me groan in approval. “Mmm, baby that feels so good.”
She leans forward, and I watch as her tongue pokes out and licks the pre-cum off my tip. My hand shoots to her head and it takes everything I have not to shove my cock down her throat.
She looks up at me and whatever she sees makes her grin. “Do you like to take control?” She asks, making my cock jerk in her grasp. Her smile widens.
I reach out and rub my thumb over her lower lip.
“Is that what you want, Rosie? Me to take control and fuck this pretty little mouth?” She bites her lip and nods, her eyes heating with excitement.
It would be an easy assumption to think she’s submissive, but thinking it and seeing it are two totally different things.
I grip her chin and command, “Open up.” She obeys instantly and I groan at her submission.
I push off the wall and stare down at her as I stroke the back of her head.
“Now are you going to be my good little girl and suck my cock?” she nods and I slowly pull her head towards me. “Put it in your mouth.”
She wraps her hot little mouth around me, making me groan as her tongue circles my head. “Mmm. Fuck. Good girl.” She starts to push herself deeper and I guide her head, feigning control when we both know she has all the power here.
She goes so deep that she starts to gag and I ease up on my hold. She pulls back half an inch and when she seems okay I grip her head between both hands and start to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue strokes in every direction, only adding to the sensation as my balls start to tighten. Fuck, I’ve only been doing this for a minute and I’m already close to coming.
Her hands have been gripping my thighs, but she moves one inside my pants and gently squeezes my balls, making me hiss with pleasure.
“Baby, you’re so goddamned good at this.”
She starts to move faster on my cock, and I encourage her with my hands. When she gently scrapes a finger nail up my taint and balls, I lose control. “I’m gonna come,” I tell her, trying to pull her off but she doesn’t stop her bobbing.
“I can’t—” My next words are garbled as I grunt, my hand tightening in her hair as I release myself in her mouth. She swallows everything down as my entire body spasms.
I hum in approval as she licks me clean and tucks me back in. I help her stand, then kiss her deeply. Tasting myself on her tongue only turns me on more. Even though I’ve just come, I know I could come again with her pussy wrapped around my cock.
But not here.
“Let’s get you warmed up, it’s freezing out here.
” I pull the door open and kick the brick aside as she heads in.
I make sure the door is secured as we move back to the kitchen.
We spend the next hour cleaning and packaging up our treats.
We would have been done sooner, but I keep stopping to kiss her.
Each time, I let my hands roam her body a little further.
When I squeeze her breasts, over her shirt, she whimpers and her fingers dig into my arm so tightly I’m sure she left indents on my skin.
By the time we leave the bakery she’s practically growling in frustration.
She tries to climb into the truck when I place the treats on her seat but I stop her. “There’s one more place I want to take you.”
“We’re not going home?” she practically pouts and I laugh at her adorableness.
“Tired of me already, shortcake?”
“No!” she says, her eyes widening with worry. “I just meant… I… nevermind.”
I push her back against the front grill of my truck, trapping her there as I grin down at her frustrated face. “Did I get you all worked up, Rosie?” I ask, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
She swallows heavily and nods. I lean down and suck her earlobe for a second before whispering, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let you go to sleep needy.”
I pull back and smile at her red cheeks. “Come on, this won’t take long.” I drag her to the sidewalk as we head a couple stores down to the Cafe. “This is where we first met,” I tell her before opening the door and letting her in.
We get in line behind one other person. “You remember how we met?” I ask her.
“You dropped your wallet and I found it.”
I nod, a guilty smile playing on my lips. “I have a confession to make. I dropped it on purpose.”
“What?!” she asks in surprise. “Why? You didn’t even know I was there.”
“I did. I’d seen you across the street in the park. When I was getting my coffee I was trying to figure out how to approach you without being creepy. When I came out and saw you looking at the window, I did the first thing I could think of.”
“I could have taken your wallet and run.”
I shrug and smile at her. “I knew you wouldn’t. I could tell you were a good person.” I study her face, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. “Are you mad?”
She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “No, just surprised. You never stop amazing me, Leo.”
“You too, Rosie.” I kiss her forehead as we step up to the counter.
“I thought your name was Clara?” Jeanie, the barrister asks in confusion.
“Ah, yeah, it’s a middle name I sometimes go by,” Rosie tells her awkwardly.
“Rosie doesn’t happen to stand for Rosalie, does it?”
Both our bodies tense as we stare at the girl. Finally, I answer, “Why do you ask?”
“There was a guy here the other day, said he was looking for a girl named Rosalie.”
Rosie grips my arm tightly as she asks, “What did he look like?”
“Brown hair, styled back, about five foot ten or eleven, decent shape.”
Rosie doesn’t answer, so I thank the girl and we quickly leave, forgetting all ideas of getting drinks.
When we step outside I pull her into me as our heads swivel in every direction, looking for the threat. If I knew he was in town I never would have taken her out.
“Don’t worry, Rosie, he won’t get close to you with me here.”
“He might try,” she says worriedly.
“Let him, I’ll beat the shit out of him if he tries anything.”
I quickly get her in the truck and pull away as fast as I can without bringing attention to us. She slumps down in her seat, obviously not wanting him to see her and my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. She should never have to hide from anyone.
When we get home, I check every room and re-alarm the security system. “If a window or door tries to open, we’ll know. You’re safe here, Rosie.”
“I know, I feel safe with you, Leo.” I wrap my arms around her and take a moment to try and calm myself down. We were having an amazing date before that shit happened.
“Do you want to watch a movie in my room?”
“Okay,” she says, pulling back to give me a tight-lipped smile. No, that won’t do. I grip her face between my hands and bend down, kissing her slowly. She lets me take control and I moan in approval. Soon her fingers are digging into my chest as she moans with need.
I pull back and when I see the wanton expression on her face, I smile in satisfaction. “Much better.” I scoop her up bridal style and she squeals, throwing her arms around my neck as I carry her upstairs.
“Leo,” she giggles. “What are you doing?”
“Forget the movie, the only thing I want to watch right now is you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I want to watch you come for me.”