Chapter 11
ELEVEN
WILDER
“Your meal?” She echoes my words.
I give her a long, slow nod, my meaning clear as my eyes drag down her frame and I can’t help but lick my lips as I land on her thick thighs, and what’s waiting for me between them.
“I’m fucking starving.”
Lexi’s eyes dart to the line, practically inviting herself onto it. I take a step closer, one foot drawing into her orbit, until I feel her heat radiating.
“Have you been thinking about it too?” I ask, soaking in her reactions. “What it would be like to stretch out on my line here and let me eat you out until your legs shake and your soul leaves your body?”
“Fuck,” Lexi whispers, her teeth dragging on that full lower lip when she says the word, eyes glazing over.
Cleanliness at my workspace is a habit that was drilled into me back in the pen, and it’s done me good at every restaurant job I’ve had since. The stainless steel of my line glints from the LED lighting above, winking at her in invitation.
“I’m even crazier than I thought,” she mutters to herself, before taking a step closer to me.
Lexi finds new ways to say yes every time, and I’m starting to think she won’t ever use that one syllable with me unless I pull it out of her.
Something in my chest purrs at the look of need on her face, the lip between her teeth, the flush on her cheeks. “Aw, bella. If he isn’t driving you crazy, he isn’t doing it right.”
In a single stride, I have my hands banded around her waist and I pick her up, carrying her to the line and plopping her down on top of it. She spreads her thighs for me on contact, like a good boss, letting her chef eat after a long shift.
One of my hands cups her neck, thumb under her jawline, making sure she hears what I say next. “As your chef, it’s my responsibility to taste everything that goes out of this kitchen to make sure it’s perfect. And you’re the only thing in here I haven’t tasted yet.”
Those cherry lips pop open and her hazelnut eyes slam shut.
“Hey,” I tell her.
The backs of my fingers trail up her neck, her cheek, and into her hair until I grip a handful of it and she gasps, arching her back and pressing her breasts out toward me.
“It’s been a long day. You deserve to wind down. All you gotta do is lie back, keep those gorgeous thighs open for me, and come when I’ve earned it.”
“Please stop talking,” she moans, head back and eyes closed. “It’s so much harder to pretend you’re not you when you never shut up.”
My fist in her hair tightens and her eyes pop open once more, locked on mine, fire raging in them.
There’s more grit in my voice than usual when I speak again. “You’re gonna watch every lick of my tongue against this pretty pink pussy of yours, and you’re gonna know damn well just who’s getting you off back here. Is that clear?”
Her head nods, just a fraction of a movement, but with my hand gripping her scalp I feel it.
“Now,” I tell her. “I want you to make a mess all over my workstation, Boss. Give me something to clean up.”
“Oh my God,” she moans, throatier and sultrier than her usual.
One hand still in her hair, the other trails down her front, over all the dips and curves her body has to offer, until I find the button of her jeans. My other hand releases her and she whimpers, which only encourages me to get these pants off her even faster.
Peeling them down her legs, I suck in a lungful of her scent as her underwear are revealed to me. Hot pink, lacy, and visibly darker around her entrance.
“How wet am I going to find you, little liar?”
Biting her lip, she refuses to dignify me with a response, but I know how to get her vocal. It only eggs me on, more determined than ever to make her scream my name—not fucking Randy’s. An ex, I’m assuming.
I’m the only man she’ll be thinking of this time.
Those teasing eyes of hers, trying to piss me off, to push me over the edge, like she doesn’t realize this is my favorite game.
Rile her up, then reap the rewards.
A man who’s been through hell knows how to appreciate heaven when he finds it.
And between Lexi’s legs is the closest I’ve ever found to heaven.
Her underwear come off next, and the bed of soft curls waiting for me there—not quite as unruly as the ones on her head, these have been tamed—they have my mouth watering.
Gripping beneath her thighs, I reposition her so her entrance is close to the edge, and her head is leaned back on the shelf at the top of the line.
My view is fucking perfect. I hope hers is too.
Crouching down, one knee on the ground, I lean forward and lick her from bottom to top.
Her legs shake, but she holds back her moan, barely giving me anything in the way of noise. It makes my grin peek out.
She’s gonna make me work for her sounds, but I’m okay with some dirty work.
Tongue probing her slit, I sink into her, filling her warmth with more than my fingers this time, and getting my first real taste.
Her hips shift, and I flick my eyes up to hers to watch. Heavy-lidded, she’s watching with a pained expression. Like she doesn’t want this to feel as good as it does, or maybe she wishes the visual weren’t quite so hot to match.
Pulling back just enough, I ask, “Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?”
“No.”
“That why my chin is drenched, little liar? Because you don’t like this?”
My tongue licks a path up to her clit and the tip plays with what I find there.
Her nostrils flare, doing her best to keep getting air into her lungs as beads of sweat pop out along her forehead and her body starts to writhe. “Yes.”
“Mmm,” I reply, fingers finding her entrance and slipping inside of her until they locate that spot on her front wall she was so fond of the other night.
“And you might as well tell me now, when you come for me, is that also because you aren’t into what this is between us?
I don’t want to get the wrong idea or anything. ”
“It’s my body rejecting you. Repulsed, trying to get you away from me.”
“Good to know that’s what all the shaking is for then.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“It makes me hard.”
She moans, loud and long when my fingers press into that spot and my tongue works her clit in tandem.
“Keep lying to me, bella. This pussy is the only part of you that tells the truth.”
Lexi sucks in a sharp breath, back bowing as I lick with extra attention, encouraging her stuttered response. “Sh—she’s misguided. Don’t listen to her.” Her words end on a squeal, and my cock thumps heavily against my thigh, trying to get free.
“So I shouldn’t just…” I press again, with two fingers, and her back bows off of the line dramatically. She slumps back down when I ease up. “Keep doing what she’s begging for?”
Lexi pants heavily, a frustrated groan painting the air between us.
“You. Are. The. Worst.”
“Not the worst at getting you off.”
Eyes screwed shut, she makes a noise that hardens my cock to dangerous levels. Seeing her frustrated, worked up like this, it makes me want to push her past the point where she’ll take it out on me.
Bounce on my cock while she tells herself it’s just a hate fuck.
Watch her eyes turn molten as I fuck her into the mattress all goddamn night until she softens for me.
She’s held out longer than I hoped she would, but damn if it hasn’t been the time of my life playing this game with her these past couple weeks. Her strong spirit is the hottest thing about her, even when she’s using it on me.
I want more out of her tonight though.
“You watching?” I ask her, tongue dancing along her slit once more.
She shakes her head, even though her eyes are on me.
“No?”
“Can’t see,” she gasps as my tongue delves back in, deeper, exploring more of her.
My free hand grabs her stomach and I shove it out of the way, more room for me to work with and a clear view for her.
“Jesus, why was that hot?” She breathes it out like one word.
Eyes locked on hers, knowing she can see exactly what I’m doing now, I tease my tongue along her pussy, up, then back down, until I find her entrance and dip it back inside.
Her eyes start to close, so I pull back, which has her cursing, and my cock throbbing.
I play with her clit, alternating between licking, tugging with my teeth, and sucking on it, watching to see her reactions with every change in pressure.
It’s hot as fuck when she moans, thighs clenching around my head as my teeth come out to scrape along her clit.
It gives me an idea that’s almost too good. Something I’ve fantasized about, dreamt of doing, but never had a partner who would’ve done it justice until her.
I’ve gotta watch her come undone like this. Need it more than my next meal.
“You know what they say,” I murmur against the soft skin of her inner thigh, nibbling her there with some force, listening to her moans and gasps, taking my cues from all the things she isn’t saying.
She moans when I nip hard enough to leave a mark, momentarily distracted by her soft skin, before finishing my thought.
“A chef’s best friend is a sharp knife.”
Lexi’s barely had time to register the words before my hand emerges, gripped around the handle of old faithful, my Moritaka AS Gyuto.
Fear enters her eyes for just a flash, until she sees how I’m holding it. Edge of the blade up, spine down.
Which lets me trace her skin with the tip, across her hip, below my hand that’s still gripping the flesh of her belly, and over her mound.
“Wilder,” she calls out in warning, voice vibrating.
“Ah ah,” I cluck my tongue. “We’re in the kitchen. What’s my name in here?”
Lexi swallows heavily. “Chef.”
“That’s right.”
Gentle as I’d be with a priceless cut from a rare source, I run the tip of the knife down her open thigh, leaving the faintest white line in its wake.
It’s enough to send a chill through her system, and I take pleasure in watching her shiver in front of me, spread open on my workstation like this, thighs stretched wide enough for my shoulders to keep them open while I work.