Chapter 27
KELSEY
“I don’t think I need to explain it to you,” Sutton says with a lazy smirk. “Looks like you already figured it out on your own.”
His eyes drift down and mine follow. I didn’t even realize it, but I’ve been inching closer to him. His thigh is now between mine, pushing up the hem of my dress.
“Oh.” I start to step back as a reflex but his hand tightens on my ribs.
He shakes his head and grins. “No. Just keep going. As perfect as that dress looks on you, I like seeing it ride up your thighs even more.”
I do what he says and take a step forward, erasing the distance between us and pressing his thigh against my core. I can feel his worn jeans brush against the bare skin of my inner thighs, pricking the hair on the back of my neck. “Well, you ruined my favorite dress.”
He flashes his charming smile that reveals his dimples.
That smile makes my heart skip a beat. I almost didn’t come tonight because the news about my rent yesterday put me in a funk.
But after seeing him, I know I made the right decision.
I need something good to focus on, and the way he smiles at me makes it impossible to think about anything else.
“You know it was worth it,” he rasps in that deep voice that feels like a soothing balm to my nerves, and I can’t argue.
I’ve had to swallow a moan—on more than one occasion—when the taste of my coffee reminded me of his dessert theatrics the other night.
“Fair enough.” My voice is breathy and I feel my knees buckle from how much I want him right now.
“Besides, I already told you I’d fix it.” He tilts his head toward the table just inside and sure enough, my dress is sitting on top of it, neatly folded. Even from the balcony, I can see the buttons are reattached.
My eyes roll back. “Show off. Aren’t we going to be late for our table?”
That charming smile morphs into something hungry and demanding. “First, I don’t care. What’s the point of being a chef and running my own restaurant if I can’t use it to impress the beautiful woman that’s finally giving me a chance?”
That admission seems so casual, but it makes the butterflies in my stomach do acrobatics again. I still don’t get what I ever did that makes him want me, but I also know that I need to start accepting that maybe good things can happen if I stop getting in my own way.
He leans forward and his thigh puts more pressure on my core. His eyes smolder when he drops his hand to my waist. With the look he’s giving me, I know my panties are definitely wet now and probably his thigh too.
“Second, you know I have a sweet tooth. Dessert comes first, just like my date’s about to.”
He cranes his neck and his lips crash to mine. I gasp and he rewards me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I pull back and look into his lust-filled eyes.
“Do we want to take this inside?” I pant between breaths, looking over the balcony onto the patio below us.
The dinner crowd is filling in and bustling.
The sound of dishes and silverware clattering mix with wine-fueled conversation and fill the warm summer air.
The house is surrounded by tall trees and it almost feels like we’re tucked in a forest canopy.
The way the balcony is built into the house, we’re only visible from the waist up.
Judging by the devilish grin he levels on me, he must be noting the same thing.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead he kisses me one more time before his teeth tug at my lower lip.
Then he drops his mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping on my hammering pulse point.
The feeling of his soft, warm lips brings my need to an urgent level.
I lace my fingers into his hair and throw my head back, giving him full access to my neck.
I whimper when he kisses my collarbone and down the neckline of my dress.
My nipples tighten and I want his touch everywhere, right now.
He chuckles to himself and I feel his heated breath against my bare skin. “I prefer right here, right now if you think you can be quiet for me.”
“Mmhmm.” I nod urgently because I don’t want to leave this spot. He has me so worked up already I don’t want to stop him.
“Good girl,” he says, dropping to his knees. “Now, lean back against the railing and let me take that edge off for you.”
I watch his hands run up my thighs, hiking my dress up. He presses kiss after worshipping kiss up my legs and my pussy clenches when his stubble grazes my thighs.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you taste.” He looks up at me just long enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes. His hands run further up my thighs and hook into the elastic of my thong. He inches it down so painfully slow that I squirm, craving his touch.
“You sure you’re OK with doing this right here?”
I nod, desperate to find friction and relief. “Yes. Now, stop talking.”
His pupils blow and he tugs my thong down, grabbing my legs one by one and lifting them out of it. “With pleasure, Shadow.”
This time, he wraps it around his wrist like a damn scrunchy.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease.
He pushes my dress up and kisses me just above the apex of my thighs. “Well, we are going on a date later. Figured you’ll want this pair back.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply with a witty comeback before he traces a finger over my entrance so painfully slow that my pussy tightens around nothing and I let out a needy whimper.
He chuckles against my thigh before circling the pad of his finger over my swollen clit.
I rock my hips forward, into his touch, digging my teeth into my lip to stifle a moan.
The diners below might not be able to see what’s happening, but a loud moan might draw some attention. Sutton reminds me of that when his sky blue eyes find mine. He takes his finger off my clit—only driving my need higher—before licking it and holding it to his lips.
“Shh. I told you my date comes first, and for that to happen, you need to be quiet.”
My inner-bitch wants to roll my eyes at him, but I can’t look away from his feral grin and those dimples. His tongue darts over his finger again and I can see it glisten from just barely grazing my pussy and clit.
“Are you going to keep playing with me or actually do what we both know we want to happen?” My voice is a breathy plea, nearly a whisper.
His eyes close and he hums his approval.
He drops his lips to my thigh, quickly kissing up my heated skin before his mouth finds my pulsing clit.
He opens wide and swirls his tongue around it.
I drop my hand to his hair, lacing my fingers into his inky locks.
He sucks and nips before flicking his tongue over that sensitive spot.
I swallow another moan and he runs one of his strong hands up the back of my thigh. His large hand cups my ass and he lifts his lips from my clit as he peers up at me. “The other night wasn’t enough.”
He licks his lips and I pant. “Then why did you stop?”
He smirks and then I feel his other hand run up my thigh and cup my pussy. “So I could watch your face when I do this.”
He plunges one of his thick fingers into my entrance and I gasp. He holds my gaze while he pumps and curls his finger into me, grinding the base of his palm against my clit.
“Shit, that feels so good,” I hiss out.
He flicks his eyebrows. “Shh.”
I quirk a brow at him and I feel it when he adds a second finger and fuck—I forgot how it felt to have someone, other than myself, pleasure me.
He takes that hand from my ass and runs it down to the back of my knee before hiking my leg over his shoulder.
His gaze doesn’t waver when he drops his lips back to my clit.
It feels like he’s looking right into my soul when he swipes his tongue back and forth in rhythm with his fingers buried inside me.
I’m careening toward the edge of bliss again and I give in. I want to take it, take something for me.
I don’t think twice about digging my heel into his back, increasing the pressure of his mouth on me.
He rewards me by sucking on my clit and flicking his tongue faster.
My free hand cups one of my breasts and I roll my hard nipple between my fingers through the thin fabric.
That jolt of pleasure on top of what he’s doing to my body nearly uncoils that knot of tension low in my stomach.
I relish in the stimulation and arch my back, desperate for even more friction to push me over the edge.
“That’s right. Use me. Come for me,” he rasps against my slick skin.
I buck my hips into his mouth and his thick, strong fingers delve further, massaging my g-spot. My nails dig into his scalp and he moans against me. That vibration and his tongue unravel me.
I bite down on my lip to muffle my moan as I come.
I wrap my other leg around him letting his shoulders bear my weight when I pull him against me.
He doesn’t stop licking or fingering me.
Instead he wrings every last ounce of pleasure out of me like his life depends on it.
My whole body shudders and I take heavy breaths, trying to find the oxygen to breathe again.
I lazily run my fingers through his hair and he looks up at me—still wearing a pleased grin and my arousal on his stubble.
“Is this what you meant by dessert first?” I run my thumb over his dimpled cheek.
“Something like that.” He carefully lifts my legs off his shoulders and plants me back onto my wobbly legs. “Come on, it’s time for dinner.”
He stands, holding out a hand, and my eyes drift to his wrist—my lacy thong still wrapped around it. There’s something so intimate about it and I love it.
I look past his hand down to his jeans. I can see the imprint of his erection.
Instead of taking his hand, I press my palm against him, cupping him.
Even through the denim, I can feel just how much of him there is.
I remember how good that stretch felt. My pussy thrums just thinking about trying to accommodate his substantial length again.
My hand tightens over him and he grunts. “Fuck me, Kelsey.”
I look into his eyes and see his hunger, but it’s not for dinner—it’s for me.
I smirk at him and start to do undo his fly. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Another low groan rumbles up his throat between labored breaths. “If you need more, then I’ll give it to you.”
I shake my head and his brows furrow in confusion.
I drop my hand into his jeans and under his boxers.
His cock is so hard that I can feel his heartbeat through his thick, veiny length.
I run my thumb over the velvety head and feel a bead of precum.
I pull my hand out and lick that drop from my thumb and let out a pleased hum.
His nostrils flare and I preen under his heated gaze.
I step toward him and press my hand into his chest, forcing him to step back until he’s up against the chair.
His studies me with a puzzled look on his face.
I press finger into his muscular chest. “Sit down, Pretty Boy.”
“Yes, Chef.” He winks before sitting down.
“Pants.” I point down at the bulge in his jeans.
“Yes, I know they’re pants. What about them?” His lips pull up into a playful smirk.
“You know damn well what I mean.” I look right into his eyes and he doesn’t flinch. We stay like that, staring into each other’s souls while he kicks his boots off and shimmies his pants down.
My mouth goes bone dry when his cock springs free and he pulls his jeans down.
Is it possible for a cock to get larger?
I remember him being big but he’s longer and thicker than any of my toys.
I hope his fingers were enough to warm me up to take him again.
Even if they weren’t my pussy is still throbbing in anticipation at what he is going to feel like.
I look up to find him watching me—nothing but carnal intent in those baby blues. “You sure this is what you want right now?” he says, pumping his cock one time in his clenched fist.
I nod and he reaches down to his jeans, pulling a foil packet from his pocket.
“We don’t have to—” I cut myself off and he tilts his head in question. “I mean—I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone else either since…”
I gnaw at my cheek, waiting for him to say something, trying to ignore my still lingering self-doubt.
He shakes his head. “Same here. Are you sure?”
Instead of telling him how sure I am, I step over him so that I’m straddling his lap. His very erect and bare cock grazes my slick lips. He sucks in a breath and his eyes widen at the contact and I revel in the power I have over him right now.
“OK. Yeah, I guess you’re sure,” he says with rapid breaths.
His hands trace up my bare thighs and under my dress to cup my ass.
I steady myself, draping my arms over his shoulders and grabbing the back of the chair.
I reach down and grip his thick shaft, dragging him back and forth over my pussy, coating the head of his cock with my arousal.
His fingertips sink into the flesh of my ass. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet for me, Shadow.”
Looking into his eyes, I see the desperation—the pent up need for release that I want to relieve for him.
“Mmhmm.” I notch him at my entrance and take a deep breath.
He gives me a cocky smirk that has no right being as hot as it is. “Don’t worry. We both know it’ll fit.”
Normally cocky wouldn’t do it for me, but with him, it’s hot because he’s so charming about it. He pushes my buttons while also making me feel wanted and desired all at the same time. I love and hate that I crave it.
Leaning forward, I bring my lips to his ear. His hot and ragged breath on my neck sends chills down my spine straight to my aching core. I breathe in his masculine scent and my eyes close. “I remember exactly how you fit.”
I drop my hips just enough to seat the first exquisite inches of him. The thick head of his cock stretches and fills me even better than I remembered. We both hiss through our teeth and bury our heads into the other’s neck.
“Fuuuck,” he breathes against my neck. “How about a little warning next time?”
I hum against his stubbled cheek. “You’re still awfully confident there will be a next time.”
I already know there will be a next time if he wants one. I just hope he does.