Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four
Pam
Our desire is significant.
“That arancini was to die for,” I said, shrugging off my coat. “And the carrot salad!”
Alistair laughed and hung up his scarf. “I told you it was some of the best Italian food in Denver.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist as best I could and beamed up at him. “You did. Thank you for making this a Valentine’s Day to remember.”
“It isn’t over yet.” He leaned into me, nuzzling his nose against my temple. “We still have to eat dessert.”
I was full from dinner, but there was always a little room for dessert.
With the boxes from the patisserie in one arm, Alistair took my hand with the other and led me to the kitchen.
“Have a seat,” he told me, tipping his head to the barstools at the island.
“Are you sure? I can grab—”
“Pamela,” Alistair said sternly. He watched me climb onto the barstool, his lips twitching with a smile when I was finally seated. “Good girl.”
Heat spread through me at his praise, and I shifted in my seat. Suddenly I was hungry for more than dessert.
“Do you want just an éclair or a little bit of both?”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “What are you having?”
“A little bit of both, of course.”
“I’ll have the same.”
He plated each of us a tiny sliver of chocolate cake and split an éclair between the two of us.
“Aren’t you going to sit?” I asked.
He leaned over the counter, rolling his lips while he stared at me. “I like watching you enjoy your food.”
I locked eyes with him and slowly slid a bite of cake inside my mouth, letting my lips drag over the fork as I pulled it out.
The cake was decadent. Rich chocolaty mousse between layers baked to perfection. When working with cocoa, it was easy to bake a dry cake, but this was airy and moist.
“So what’s the verdict?” Alistair asked. He still hadn’t touched his slice. Or his éclair.
“Better than my recipe, if I’m being honest.”
His furry brows pulled back. “That is quite the compliment coming from a baker.”
“I believe in giving credit where credit is due.” I plucked the raspberry off the cake and popped it into my mouth.
Alistair picked up his fork and took a generous bite of the cake. “Fuck, that is good,” he mumbled around a mouthful of mousse.
“I told you.”
“I still want to try yours,” he said, pointing at me with his fork.
“The next time you’re in town, I’ll make it.” I said it like it was no big deal. That we weren’t halfway across the country from each other. Like he could visit at any time.
“All right, éclairs next,” he said when we were finished with our cake.
We both picked up our éclairs and took a big bite.
The pastry was puffy and flaky, full of fluffy sweet cream and a thick icing that stuck to the roof of my mouth.
“Gods,” I mumbled. “Do they make anything bad there?”
Alistair’s pink tongue swept over his lips, licking them clean. “The icing is a little thick for me, but the cream is delicious.”
“I think it’s the perfect balance,” I said after finishing my éclair.
Before Alistair could clean up, I hopped off the stool and snatched his fork and plate.
“Hey!” he said as I made my way over to the sink.
“I can clean up. I really don’t—”
My words were cut off because Alistair was at my back with his hands holding my hips.
He rubbed against me and whispered, “Why don’t we go upstairs and get in the steam room, hmm? I know you’ve been dying to try it.”
Well, I knew where this was going, and I was one hundred percent on board, even after being thoroughly fucked on a mountainside this morning.
“Yes, please,” I breathed, already feeling turned on. The dishes could wait until tomorrow.
We walked upstairs and Alistair strolled into the bathroom.
“I’ll get it started while you get undressed,” he called out.
“All right!”
Good, that way he wouldn’t see me rushing to tear my clothes off.
I shimmied out of my dress and underwear and undid my bra.
When I walked into the bathroom, Alistair was in his boxer briefs, leaning against the counter while he nonchalantly scrolled on his phone.
He grinned when he saw me and handed me a towel.
“Trust me, you’re gonna need that,” he said, obviously reading the confused look on my face.
So this wasn’t going to happen?
Sure, we’d just had sex this morning, but his behavior downstairs suggested there was more where that came from. Maybe I’d totally misread things and we were just going to sit in the steam room together?
I wrapped the minotaur-size towel around me and leaned against the counter next to Alistair while we waited for the steam room to heat up.
He continued scrolling his phone, completely indifferent to my presence, when “Night Moves” by Bob Seger started playing through the surround sound. When he’d offered to hook my phone up to the speaker this morning, I should have let him.
I rocked my leg to the beat of the music, and Alistair finally set his phone down to acknowledge me.
“As a die-hard ’90s alternative fan, I wouldn’t have expected you to like Bob Seger,” he said with a soft lopsided grin.
I shook my head. “Of course I like Bob Seger. Especially this song.”
A soft chime pinged from the steam room.
“We’re all set.” Alistair casually slid his underwear down, giving me a peek at his sheath, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He opened the steam room door, and a plume of hot air billowed out as we stepped inside. Like the name implied, it was humid but nearly as hot as some of the saunas I’d been in.
Thick steam filled the room and fogged the glass. If Alistair hadn’t been sitting next to me on the tile bench, I would have had a difficult time making him out. Considering he was a hulking minotaur, that was saying a lot.
For a second, we sat there in silence, just listening to Seger, when Al tugged me into his lap.
“Alistair!” I shrieked.
He’d already taken his towel off, and I could feel the stiff press of his cock against me.
“Did you really think we were just getting in the steam room?” He chuckled against my temple. “I just wanted to tease you a little bit first, build up the tension. Let’s get this off.”
He pulled away my towel, and I sighed when the warm air hit my skin. It was like being wrapped in a full-body heating pad, leaving me loose and relaxed.
Alistair gripped my breast with one hand and cupped my pussy with the other while he kissed along my neck.
“Pam,” he groaned against my skin. One of his fingers slid through my center, my very wet center. “Already so wet for me,” he rasped and pumped a finger inside me.
I tipped my head back with a moan and he added a second finger, pulsing them in and out slowly. I loved how it felt, my pussy stretching around him, getting me ready to take his thick cock.
“Kiss me,” I said, the words coming out breathy with each drag of his fingers.
He brought his mouth to mine gently, puckered his lips, and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. It swirled against mine to the same lazy rhythm as his fingers, making me moan.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my body to his, and deepened the kiss. The slick length of his cock was out of its sheath, jutting up against my stomach, and I rocked against him.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips. “I need to be inside you.”
Before I knew what was happening, Alistair withdrew his fingers and picked me up. I tightened my grip on his neck while he moved, until the slick warmth of the glass wall hit my back.
For the second time this trip, I found myself pressed against glass.
“Alistair,” I whined, desperate to feel him.
He hiked me up and rubbed his cock along my pussy before thrusting inside.
“Pam,” he grunted with another thrust.
He dragged his tongue along the column of my neck, and I cried out, bucking my hips into his pelvis and forcing him deeper. With each thrust, the tip of his cock rubbed over my G-spot and his sheath teased my clit.
The visual of my body pressed up against the glass, the heat from the steam, and our sweaty bodies colliding was like something out of my wildest fantasies. In typical Alistair fashion, I’d never been fucked like that.
My core tightened and he moved faster, pounding into me so hard that I was nervous about the glass.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? I can feel your cunt practically begging for my cum,” he rasped in my ear.
“Fuck,” I moaned at his dirty words.
I was practically begging for his cum.
He chuckled and pressed me tighter to the glass, squeezing my breasts between our bodies and rubbing my clit with his sheath. The deep thrusts and the friction tipped me over the edge.
“Alistair,” I cried out as my orgasm washed over me, my moans filling the steam room.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned. “Strangle my fucking cock.”
My pussy clenched his shaft, each thrust drawing out my orgasm and making me writhe on his cock.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Fuck!”
He drove himself deep and his cock pulsed, filling me with shots of warm cum.
So much cum.
I could feel it spilling out of my pussy onto his shaft and likely onto the steam room floor.
Our chests heaved, the room feeling stifling from the steam and our hot breath.
“Let’s take a shower, hmm?” Alistair asked, still buried inside me.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
I expected him to put me down, but he carried me just like that, with his still-hard cock inside me.
He turned on the rainfall shower and checked to make sure the temperature was okay before moving us under the spray. Carefully, he pulled out and set me down on my rubbery legs. Cum dribbled down my thighs and onto the shower floor.
Windows, steam room, shower.
There was no way I was leaving those things for his cleaning person to handle.
Alistair stepped behind me and ran his hands over my body. “That was fucking hot,” he mumbled, nuzzling my wet hair.
I could feel his cock pressing against my back.
I turned to face him and slowly lowered to my knees.
“Babe, not here. The floor is too hard,” he protested, reaching for me.
“No, I want to do this. You always pleasure me.”
Before he could argue with me, I gripped his shaft and drew him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head. The milky sweet flavor of his cum hit my tongue, and I moaned. I’d forgotten how good he tasted.
Bobbing my head up and down, I took him deeper, until his sheath tickled my lips.
I hollowed my cheeks and moved faster, looking up at Alistair as he tipped his head back with a sharp inhale.
He looked so sexy with the water dripping off his horns and down his body, like the absolute minotaur sex god he was.
I was happy to do this for him. To give him just a fraction of the pleasure he constantly doled out to me.
Reaching up, I cupped his balls, massaging one and then the other and making him groan.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Pam.”
They were so big…and so sensitive.
I sucked harder, until my cheeks hurt and my lips stung, feeling his balls tighten in my hand.
Alistair’s breathing grew ragged until he came with a groan, his body jolting as his cum filled my mouth.
I hummed at the taste and swallowed rapidly, doing my best to take it all.
“Shit,” he sighed when he was finished. “I gotta let you suck my cock more often.”
Slowly, I slid my mouth from his cock and grinned up at him. “I’ve been trying, but you’re such a giver.”
He helped me to my feet and stroked his thumb over my jawline as he stared into my eyes. “I just can’t help myself.”
“Thank you again for today. And for making all my steam room fantasies come true.”
He chuckled. “The thought of fucking you against the foggy glass was just too good to pass up.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover boy.”
His grin melted my heart.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”