Chapter 15
Jacob
When I walked up to her door, I could hear the music from the other side. Then came her off-pitch singing, and instead of knocking, I opened the door and walked in. Erin was holding a long-stem lighter like a microphone, and she threw her other hand in the air. Her hips rocked side to side, and the song she sang bounced from the vaulted ceilings.
I let the door slam behind me, causing Erin to freeze and gasp. When she spun around and saw me, she dropped the lighter in front of her, clasping her hands around it. Her face turned a dark red, and I laughed.
“Please don’t stop on my account.” I stepped towards her, closing the distance between us. When she stood frozen in place and stared at me, I held up the bags of groceries. “Just direct me to the kitchen.”
Erin blinked a couple of times, giving her head a small shake. “Why didn’t you knock?”
“Seriously?” I asked, moving towards the doorway that clearly led to the kitchen. “Two weeks ago I came home to you sitting at my counter, and you’re worried about me knocking?”
She shrugged. “That was different. I have a key.” Erin flicked on the light in the kitchen, pointing to the counter like I hadn’t seen it. “I mean had a key.” I didn’t miss the flicker of her eyes to me and back to the key on the counter that no longer unlocked my house.
“It’s really not different. I can go back outside and knock if you want.” When she rolled her eyes but didn’t attempt to make me do so, I chortled. I dropped the bags onto her counter, pulling the ingredients out and spreading them along the surface. “Are you hungry?”
Erin nodded, rolling up her sleeves. “What can I do to help?”
When she reached for a bag of onions and garlic, I blocked her. I put my hands on her hips, pulling her to me. “You can sit here and look at me just like that,” I said when a dreamy, lusty fog darkened her bright green eyes. “And you can tell me where I’ll find a cutting board.”
She rolled her eyes but giggled, pressing her chest against mine. I leaned down, pressing my mouth to hers and savoring the sweet taste of her lips. Then I lifted her by her hips, turning and setting her on the counter. Erin wrapped her arms around my neck, running her tongue along mine. When I weaved my hand in her hair and pulled her closer, she hummed. I smiled, breaking the kiss I had been craving since I left her in Minneapolis.
“So where is it?” I asked her, stepping back and shoving my sleeves up my forearms.
Erin furrowed her brow in confusion. “Where is what?” She looked around the room as if trying to remind herself, and I smirked, knowing my kiss had made her forget.
“The cutting board.” I nodded to the vegetables on the counter. I ran my finger over the dark blush on her cheeks, trailing it down her neck. She pointed to the cabinet behind me. I grabbed it, dropping it on the counter and reaching for the bottle I’d pulled from the bag. “Wine?”
“Yes, please.” She nodded, settling back onto the counter when I stepped away. “Corkscrew is to the left of the stove.” Her voice was soft and sweet, like her, and I craved her taste again. I didn’t take my eyes off her when I poured two glasses.
Erin took the wine from me, taking a sip and choking when I stepped between her legs. “You just sit here and enjoy the wine, sweet thing. Dinner will be ready soon.”
I grabbed the onion, tossed it in the air, and caught it, wiggling my brows at Erin and earning a laugh. “Oh lord. This is going to be entertaining,” she half squealed.
After I put a pot of water on to boil, I changed the music, letting the room fill with the sound of country style acoustic guitar, and when I started to sing along, Erin wrinkled her nose. She swallowed her laugh with a gulp of wine when I used the knife in my hand as a microphone for the chorus before I returned to chopping the onion in small chunks.
“What are you making?” she asked, digging through the ingredients that were spread on the counter and picking up a brown-paper-wrapped package of shrimp. I took it from her, opening it up on the counter.
“Shrimp scampi.” I turned around, wiggling my hips to the guitar break in the song while I turned on the stove.
When the pan was warm, I added oil to it, tossing the onions and garlic into it. The sizzle was satisfying, and the fragrant aroma filled the room. “Mmm, that smells so good,” she said quietly, leaning forward on the counter to get closer to the steam that drifted off the pan and closing her eyes like it would make her able to smell it better.
“It’s just onion and garlic so far.” I chortled. “And boiling pasta. Where is your strainer?”
Erin stuck her arm out, pointing to the cabinet to the right of the stove. I looked where she was pointing and then grabbed her hand, bringing the back of it to my lips. Sticking my tongue out, I ran it along the side of her wrist and forearm, over the twitching muscles in her bicep, and to her shoulder. When I sank my teeth into the skin, she gasped, and goose bumps prickled my lips.
“Thanks,” I said against her ear before kissing the side of her temple.
She watched me with her mouth open when I stepped away, pulling the strainer from the cabinet she had pointed to. When I turned around with it in my hand, she still looked awestruck, and I laughed. “You doing okay there, red?”
Erin cleared her throat, but the blush on her neck got darker. She nodded. “I like watching you cook,” she said in a husky voice when I dumped the pasta into the strainer. The steam floated up around me, beading on my face like sweat.
Before I turned around to respond, I heard her jump off the counter. She wrapped her arms around me, slithering up my stomach, and she flattened her hands against my chest. I felt her take a deep breath when her chest heaved against my back, and I held mine. If I wasn’t careful, dinner was going to burn—and for what I had planned, we needed to get to dessert.
I grabbed her hands from my chest, closing them in mine and pulling her around to the front of me. When she got there, I lifted one of her hands, moving my other to her hip and spinning her with the music. I tugged her back against my chest, wrapping my arm around her waist and turning us in the small kitchen.
“What are you doing?” She giggled, letting her body sway with mine.
I brushed a loose hair behind her ear. “I’m making us dinner.” I spun her again, the joy on her face lighting up the kitchen. “I always dance when I’m cooking.”
“Can I help?” she asked, throwing her arms around my shoulders. Erin rocked her hips against mine.
“Since you wouldn’t stay on the counter, I’ll allow it. You can tell me how this tastes.” I ran my spoon through the sauce the shrimp simmered in and drew it over her lips.
Erin darted her tongue out, lapping at the sauce about to drip from the spoon and humming. “Oh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “See?” She stretched onto her toes and kissed me, pushing her tongue past my lips and into my mouth. She was right—it tasted good.
Or maybe just she did.
I hooked my finger under her chin and licked her bottom lip. “Have a seat. It’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”
“I’m so full,” Erin said, dropping her fork onto her plate and licking her finger clean. I followed the movement of her tongue while it lapped at the digit, and my stomach stirred.
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. “I hope you’re not too full,” I said, chuckling when she widened her eyes in near horror. “I brought dessert.”
“What kind of dessert?” Erin perked up as if she hadn’t complained about being too full just seconds earlier. It was evident her sweet tooth was louder than her full stomach. She stretched her neck, trying to see the dessert she had missed.
I stood up from the chair and grabbed the slice of pie that was tucked on the counter. “I hope you like cherry.” I held up the pie, reaching into the drawer for two clean forks.
“You brought pie?” She looked excited, jumping up and joining me by the counter. She plucked one of the forks from my hand.
I opened the container, and my mouth watered from the smell of cherries and sugar. I dug my fork into the slice, gathering a bite and bringing it to her lips. When she wrapped her tongue around the twines and pulled the bite into her mouth, she stared at me. Her eyes didn’t leave mine until she closed them to moan.
I set the pie and the fork on the counter. “You said it wouldn’t hurt.” If you buy me pie, I’ll let you eat me out. Realization crossed her face when she remembered the woman in line at the concessions. Her gaze bounced between my face and the pie that would go uneaten. I leaned in and whispered, “I bought the pie. Do I get to eat you out now?”
Erin gasped when I picked her up and set her on the counter. “Jacob…”
“Tell me you don’t want this.” I curled my fingers around her waistband. “Tell me you don’t want me. Say it, and I’ll stop.”
She shook her head, lifting her hips and pushing her leggings down past them. “I can’t.”
Her stare was intense when she watched me pull the tight pants off her completely, and when she dropped her legs apart, she revealed the thin white thong that was already wet. “You want this as badly as I do, don’t you?” I asked, massaging her thighs with my thumbs.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I need you.”
Erin rolled her hips forward, laying back on the counter when I placed my hand on her stomach to guide her. “I need you too,” I groaned, bending down and running my tongue along her panties and inhaling her sweet, desperate scent. “I’ve been dying for dessert all day.”
I slid her panties to the side and ran my finger along her slit, gathering and spreading her arousal. When I brought my finger to my mouth and licked the shimmer from the tip, her eyes narrowed. The way she fidgeted on the counter, spreading her legs farther and clenching her core, encouraged me. I had to taste more of her—had to feel her lose herself on my lips.
She whined when I flattened my tongue and dragged it against her pussy until I got to her clit. When I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue, Erin cried out and arched her back. I closed my lips around her clit, sucking lightly until she mewled and clawed around for a grasp on my hair. Once she found it, she pulled hard enough to make it sting at the roots, and when I didn’t let her direct me, she groaned in frustration.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, slipping my finger inside of her and curling it. The chorus of her moans and her palms smacking against the counter encouraged me, and I grazed my teeth over her clit. Erin hissed, and it made my cock even harder, causing it to press painfully against the zipper on my jeans. I ignored it though, determined to see Erin dripping from the counter.
She writhed against the faux marble, fighting against my hold on her lower stomach and failing. I held her there, pressing down more when I found the spot inside her that made the muscles in her legs ripple uncontrollably. I continued to swirl my tongue around her clit while I added a second finger, working them inside her until her eyes closed.
I stopped, and they shot open. “No. Please don’t stop. I was so close,” she begged. I could see her falling away from the peak of her orgasm, desperation clouding her stare.
“If you don’t want me to stop, you have to keep looking at me. You know this already,” I said, slowly pumping my fingers into her. “Can you do that?”
She nodded, widening her stare as if to emphasize they weren’t closed. I met her bright green eyes, and the need that filled them matched the need swirling in my core. Grinning, I planted her legs against the counter, spreading them as far as they could go. Her pussy glistened, wet with her arousal and my saliva, and I could smell her release hovering in the air between us. Erin wiggled her hips as much as she could beneath my grasp, rolling her lip out in a pout.
“I love how eager you are, red.” I darted my tongue over her clit, and she shrieked, dropping her head back briefly before lifting it again and returning her stare to me. Erin tucked her elbows beneath her on the counter, half sitting up. “I’m really going to enjoy making you do this.”
Her eyes shimmered, and she bit down on her lip until the skin around it turned a bright white. She was close—teetering on the edge of oblivion I couldn’t wait to push her over. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I close my lips tightly around it, flicking my tongue over the top and adding light suction until she released her lip and cried out. Her moans bounced back at us from the kitchen ceiling.
Erin’s pussy gripped my fingers, rippling around me while I massaged her G-spot. I coaxed moan after moan from her lips, and the louder she was, the more she had to fight to keep her eyes open. Tears welled along her bottom eyelids, and she smiled widely. She was in ecstasy, and I’d put her there as often as possible if she’d let me.
When she snapped, the muscles in her legs tightened and they started to shake. I could feel her pushing against me, and I sped up, licking her clit in short, hard strokes. She arched her back when she came, and waves of her release washed over my hand and splashed onto my face. I lapped at her sweet arousal, catching every drop that didn’t soak my beard until she collapsed onto the counter.
Erin gasped for breath, quivering as if she were cold even although sweat ran in beads down her neck. Her chest heaved, and I stood up from between her legs, bending forward to rest my head over her heart. It pounded erratically, and mine skipped a beat to match.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said, weaving her hands into my hair and holding me against her soft breasts.
I smirked. “I loved it. I’m going to give you a second to rest, but then you’re going to do it again.”