Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Walker
The second her lips landed on mine, my entire body lit on fire.
An urgency was taking over every part of me, demanding more.
My hard-on throbbed, pre-cum leaking from my tip.
My hands were on her cheeks, but they were desperate to tear off her clothes.
My tongue was fucking dying for the flavor of her pussy.
When her arms wrapped around my neck, I could no longer stay still, and I began my trail, my fingers lowering to her chest. Her nipples, like tiny rocks, and each time I tugged one, her exhale came out as a moan.
I’d missed so much about this—the feel of her mouth, the taste, the softness of her lips. I missed, when my tongue slithered in, listening to her breathing change. I missed how when I touched her braless nipples, even from the outside of her clothes, she arched into me.
I missed the way her nails found my skin and stabbed, like they were doing now. It didn’t matter how hard she dug in; that bit of pain, mixed with pleasure, made me even fucking harder.
She was right; a kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
I reached for the button at the top of her shirt, and once I had it popped through the hole, her hand went to mine.
“We’re doing this here?”
I glanced around the space. The only thing behind her was two shelves; the counter she was on was eighteen feet long and four feet wide. Having enough room wasn’t an issue.
“Why not?”
“We’re in the middle of Charred’s kitchen.”
I smiled. “And?”
“What if someone comes in?”
“It’s probably past midnight already. No one is coming in, Alivia. Plus, all the doors are locked.”
She looked toward the ceiling. “Aren’t there cameras?”
“Do you know what I love?” I kissed her neck, feeling the goose bumps as they rose over her skin. “How I’m the reckless one and you’re the responsible one, and I’m twelve years older than you.”
“If you tell me there’s a chance either of us is going to become a meme by the morning, I’m so out of here.”
I laughed, moving my face in front of hers. “There aren’t any cameras in the kitchen. They are everywhere else.” I bit my lip while I took in her expression. “Stop thinking of the bad, Alivia. I’m going to fucking devour you right here, and nothing sounds hotter to me.”
Her eyes widened. “But you cook on this counter.”
“Well, when you put it that way, yes, it’s a little fucked up.
” I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and released it.
“But since your pussy is going to be all over it, I promise you, the metal will get sanitized before a single piece of food touches it.” My hands returned to her shirt, undoing the second button.
“I’ll stop if you want me to, but, fuck, I don’t want to. ”
Her head slightly shook. “You’re the chef … if you’re okay with it, so am I.”
“Good answer.”
With a few buttons loose, I was able to lift her shirt over her head, and my lips immediately went to her nipple as I began to work on her pants.
The outfit was a Charred uniform that we supplied to the staff who worked the dining room. Servers wore ties, but positions like Alivia’s only had stiff pants and a button-down—all in black.
I had the top of her pants undone, but it took a little maneuvering to get them over her hips in this position. I wiggled them down her thighs and pulled off her shoes and socks, leaving just her panties on.
“This metal is freezing.” She propped herself up so her ass wasn’t directly on it.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to be sweating in a few minutes.
” I took a small step back to get a better view of her.
It had been far too long since I’d seen her body outside of clothes—something else I could add to the list of things I’d missed.
“Mmm,” I groaned while I took her in. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. ”
A flush of deep red moved across her cheeks.
“And you know what makes this sight even better?”
“What?”
“That you’re mine.”
She rubbed her lips together, hiding her stunning smile. “I can’t even explain to you how that statement makes me feel.”
“I know, Alivia. I feel it too.”
I started taking off my clothes, my chef’s whites a little more complicated than the rest. Once I got it off, along with the T-shirt I wore beneath, I dropped my pants to the floor and slid out of my kitchen clogs.
Left only in my boxer briefs, I pulled her toward the edge of the counter, and her legs automatically wrapped around me.
“You’re fulfilling fantasies I didn’t even know I had.”
“Kitchen sex, huh?” She laughed. “I’m kinda digging it now.
” She put her fingers on my forearms, running their entire length and up my biceps toward my shoulders.
“God, Walker, I missed these.” She was studying my muscles, raking her nails through my hair, and eventually gave me her gaze.
“There’s something about having these around me that I’m completely obsessed with.
I’m not even an arm girlie, but yours? I just want to feel them all the time. ”
“Do you know how easy it is to make that happen?” I put our faces together. “All I want to do is touch you.”
I flattened my palm against the middle of her collarbone.
And I held it there while she anticipated my next move, building the heat between us before I dragged my hand down the center of her.
I gave her just enough of a push that she leaned back, the top of her head resting against the base of the first shelf.
“Every time you walked past me in the kitchen, do you know what I thought about?”
“No.”
“How badly I wanted to lick your cunt.” I widened my stance so I could get a little lower, and I lifted her feet and placed them on the edge of the counter, putting my face between her gorgeous thighs.
“I dream about tasting you, Alivia. And every time I think about how you look when you come, my dick gets hard.” I moved her panties to the side and brushed my nose across the top of her clit.
“Fuck me, that scent. It’s so perfect …”
“Walker!”
I wasn’t going to tease her.
I’d been tortured for weeks by not being able to touch her. The wait needed to come to a fucking end.
So, instead of licking around her whole pussy, kissing down the inside of her thighs, running my fingers through her wetness, my mouth went straight for her.
And I didn’t hold back.
I sucked on her clit, holding it between my teeth, and I flicked the front side with my tongue. And while I licked, I slipped a finger inside her.
The combo had her screaming, “Yes!”
The sound of her shouting was everything I was after. I wanted to make her feel so good that she’d forget she’d picked up plates from this same counter an hour ago. I wanted her so lost in pleasure that my movements were the only thing she could concentrate on.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her fingers diving into my hair and tightening around the locks.
She was almost there.
“Oh my God, I can’t!”
She was getting even closer.
My teeth released her, and I focused solely on the top of her clit, wedging my way in between, increasing my speed and pressure with each flick of my tongue. As my mouth massaged her, my finger tilted toward her stomach, adding more friction the faster I dipped.
I knew the combo would be enough.
And I was fucking right.
She unraveled before me, and it was the best fucking view I’d ever seen.
“Fuck! Meee!”
Her stomach shuddered, rippling with each moan, her nails piercing the top of my head. As I licked, I could see the orgasm bolting through her, and all that did was make me go faster.
“Don’t stop!”
I didn’t, not until I could tell she had turned sensitive, and even then, I dialed things down to a crawl, leaving the wetness but kissing my way around her clit.
“I’ll never get over how fucking good you taste.”
“I’ll never get over your tongue.” She smiled.
I dragged my mouth up her body, eventually aligning it with hers. “You can have it whenever you want.”
“I want it.”
“Again? Because I will—”
“I want this.” She was cupping my dick over my boxer briefs. “Please, Walker. I need you.”
I didn’t bother slipping off her panties; I just tore them at the sides until they were shredded from her body and dropped them on top of our pile of clothes.
“Are you on anything? Birth control–wise, I mean.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“So, you’re telling me we’re safe from you getting pregnant?”
“We’re safe in all areas to take your question even deeper.” She scratched her nails through my beard. “Are you asking because you don’t have a condom or you don’t want to wear one?”
“The latter.”
“You don’t need one, Walker.”
That was all I needed to hear before I dropped my boxer briefs, stepped out of them, and pulled her ass to the very edge of the counter. “I can’t fucking wait to feel how wet you are.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning as my tip caressed her clit, and as she clamped us together, I thrust in.
“Holy fuuuck.” I’d had an idea of how hot and wet she’d be and how tight her pussy would feel around my shaft. But this—this—wasn’t even close to what I’d assumed. What was happening now was something indescribable. “Alivia, you feel fucking incredible.”
“So do you.”
I gave her several more hard, fast, deep pumps and roared, “Jesus Christ.”
Her hands fanned across my cheeks, and she put her lips in front of mine, gasping, “How are you able to make me feel this good?”
“Because I fucking love your body and all I want to do is make you feel good.”
I placed my foot on the metal rod that sat halfway between the counter and the floor.
That small lift gave me another angle and more room to bear down on her cunt.
But I didn’t give her just straight strokes.
I twisted my hips and arched my back, so I would hit the walls of her pussy.
And while I was sliding in, working my way through her narrowness, that friction was giving her a whole other layer of pleasure.
But that wasn’t all I did.
Because I knew, if I touched her pussy, that would make her scream even louder. So, my thumb went to her clit—a spot still so fucking wet from my mouth—and I rubbed it.
“Walker!” Her nails stabbed my shoulders. “Yes! Harder!”
If I went any harder, I was going to come, so I lengthened my thrusts, giving her rough, sharp plunges that had her moaning every time I dived in and inhaling each time I pulled out.
Even though that was slowing down my orgasm, it wasn’t doing the same for her.
I could feel hers coming on. She was closing in around me. She was getting wetter.
Fuck, she was even getting louder.
The changes in her body were forcing the tingles to move through mine.
Especially since this was the first time I was fucking her without a condom.
My dick wasn’t used to this kind of heat or slickness—things I didn’t necessarily feel when I was covered in latex.
And that heat and slickness weren’t just grabbing hold of me; they were fucking owning me.
“Oh! Ah! Agh!”
I held her throat and aimed her eyes at me. “You keep making those sounds, and I’m going to fill you with my fucking cum.”
“I want that.”
“Don’t play with me, Alivia, because I’ll give you what you’re asking for.”
“Fuck me even harder.”
A demand that sounded like a goddamn dream.
“Faster,” she added.
She gripped the edge of the counter and propped her feet right next to her hands, and she began moving with me, sliding her ass up in the air to meet me and bucking backward to help pull us apart.
“Ah fuck!” I couldn’t hold it in. This felt too goddamn good.
And by the way she was narrowing in around me, I knew she couldn’t hold anything back either.
She was there.
On the verge.
So, I picked up my speed even more, pounding into her while my thumb strummed her clit.
It only took a few seconds before she completely lost it.
“Ohhh!” Her body froze as the shudders took over.
But mine didn’t. The bursts of pleasure moved through my balls as I slammed into her, the sensation pulsing as it made its way into my dick. I made sure she was well past the edge of euphoria before a single drop of cum left my tip.
Once I had that confirmation, I didn’t hold back.
“Fuck yes!” I kept my eyes open, our faces close, my gaze fixed with hers. “Now you’re really mine.”
“Mmm, yeah.” She squeezed me tighter, not just with her hands, but her pussy, too, contracting around me each time I glided in and out. “I … can’t breathe,” she panted as I began to slow.
I dragged out a few more pumps, making sure I had completely emptied inside her, and then I wrapped her in my arms while she surrounded me with her legs. “You don’t need to, I’ll give you my air.”
She stared at me silently, holding my neck, taking in each of my eyes. “Don’t ever stop looking at me like that. Okay?”
“How am I looking at you?”
A warmth began to fill her cheeks. “As if I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.”
“But you are.”
“Walker …” She looked away as though my admission was too much for her to handle.
So, I grabbed her chin, moving it to bring her eyes back to me. “Can I tell you when you looked the most beautiful?”
She nodded.
“When I followed you out of the kitchen the night you made those chicken nuggets. I stayed back, making sure you didn’t see me, but I saw you deliver the plate to the table and the mom’s reaction and the little girl as she ate the food you’d made.
” I kissed her cheek, breathing her in before I continued, “I watched you while you watched the girl.”
“I didn’t even know you’d left the kitchen.”
“I didn’t want you to.” I moved to her lips, pecking them softly. “That look on your face, Alivia. The smile. The satisfaction in knowing that what you’d made was loved by someone, fulfilling your dream—you have no idea how beautiful it was to see.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes were brewing with emotion.
“Your cooking was her warm blanket, and I’ll never get over the way you looked when you realized that.” I brushed my thumb over her mouth. “I know I’m going to get to see it again and again, and I can’t fucking wait for those moments.”
Her legs hugged me even tighter as a soft smile moved across her lips. “Walker … you just gave me more.”
“And I have even more to give you.”