Chapter 23
Lily
Rage.
Violent, uncontrollable anger. That was the clinical definition of how I felt. The way I’d phrase it was that I was ready to rip off heads with my bare hands, using them as bowling balls.
Fuming, I stirred the pasta salad as I tossed in the shredded cheese.
“You’re getting more on the counter than you are in the bowl.”
Hearing Saint’s gravelly voice behind me created a thrill that shifted all the way between my legs.
I should feel nothing but anger with him, but all that had changed the moment I read the bullshit in the Sungazer.
While everyone in four different states where the rag magazine was popular knew they were trash, that didn’t mean they didn’t have a huge subscription base.
That was evidenced by the hundreds of Instagram tags he’d received, the constant phone calls neither one of us had answered, and texts from just about everyone on the team.
I felt sorry for him. For us. For the team. But mostly I was angry. A.N.G.R.Y. that anyone could be that stupid to create such disgusting photographs. Really? It would seem anyone with experience with Photoshop or some asinine AI product was creating what they called art these days.
Fake art that ruined careers and terrorized people.
I slapped another handful in before I realized the pasta was too dry.
“Who the fuck do they think they are printing that bullshit?” You bet I was cursing like a sailor. After throwing the refrigerator door open with force, I snatched the mayo jar from the shelf. Thankfully, I’d been able to piece together a simple but decent meal.
As I opened the jar, I yanked the spoon I’d placed on a paper towel, flinging the gooey stuff to the left.
Saint’s sigh was heavy.
I slowly turned my head. “Oops.”
“Uh-huh.” He licked a glob off his lips while peering at me with only one eye open. “You’re a mess.” His grin was infectious, so cute my pussy throbbed. I’d been dead set on hating the man, but he had that boyish way of making everything better.
“I’m not a mess. You are.” To prove a point, I stuck my fingers into the jar, the mayo sticking to them easily. When I flung the entire amount in his face, I couldn’t help but squeal.
He was shocked by what I’d done. I was too. That I suddenly felt playful around him confused the hell out of me.
Saint didn’t react at first, but his chest was rising and falling, those sinfully gorgeous eyes of his turning dark. With just that sexy hint of silver around his irises.
“See?” I asked. “You’re the big mess. Not me.” His face continued to be contorted and I backed away, still laughing.
He could be so adorable when he wasn’t infuriating. I’d seen the way he’d looked at me when we’d been at the rink. He’d had confusion in his eyes as if he honestly didn’t have a clue why I’d been angry with him.
I’d been determined to let it go when he’d shocked me by really trying to apologize. His dimples were evident, even now, and that only added to the confusion I felt around him. We weren’t supposed to mean anything to the other, but I felt… strangely close.
His sudden movement caught me off guard. Within seconds, he had the mayonnaise jar in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I squealed as he shoved the spoon back into the jar.
“Showing you how much of a mess you are.” He pulled out a huge scoop and I gasped.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
“Oh, yes, I do.” He spun me around and immediately spread the chilly goo all the way down my face, rubbing the back of the spoon across my lips several times. “Yep. I was right. A total mess.”
He placed the jar on the counter, rubbing his hands together as if happy as a clam.
I couldn’t allow the man to one-up me. So what did I do? I grabbed a handful of the half-finished pasta salad, tossing it in his face. Then another handful was tossed on his neck so rotini could slide down his tee shirt.
“Now, you’re going to get it.”
Saint was grinning like he’d turned into an evil man as he grabbed me by one arm, smashing mayo all over my face. We wrestled, mayo slipping from our bodies onto the floor. In my bare feet, I slid all over the place and could have fallen had his hold not been so firm.
We were grunting and groaning, but I couldn’t help but keep a smile on his face as I rubbed a fingerful across the bridge of his nose. With another handful of pasta, I eased my hand under his shirt, rubbing the salad into his skin.
“You are such a brat. You can’t win,” he growled. “Not against me.”
“Wanna bet?”
His laugh was boisterous and in an unexpected move, he lowered his head, licking the goo from my lips. When he captured them completely, I was in total shock, my body instantly reacting.
I arched my back, pursing my lips just as he pushed his tongue inside. The combined flavors were incredible, jolts of current pulsing through every vein. His lips were soft, his tongue dominating and my heart was thudding rapidly.
Somewhere in the middle of kisses amidst growls and captured moans, he managed to jerk my shirt up. He broke the kiss long enough to yank it off, swinging it around in his finger before tossing halfway across the room.
My bra was next and he took the opportunity to slather my nipples with another scoop of mayo.
The man’s strength no longer surprised me, but his determination and sex appeal, his hunger knowing no bounds tore through me like firecrackers.
I was just as hot and needy, dragging his shirt up and over his head. When I placed both palms against his skin, the searing touch brought a slight gasp.
The smile on his face was entirely different as he cupped both breasts, rolling his thumbs back and forth across my nipples. Without any warning, he bent over, suckling one hardened bud, every sound as if feasting on a grade-A piece of meat.
I gripped his arms to keep from falling, tilting my head back and studying the ceiling as I struggled to breathe. The electric sensations were wild, my pulse skyrocketing.
He bit down, pulling the tender tissue between his teeth. The slight pain was amazing, something I would never have expected.
Or wanted.
It seemed I was already as insatiable as he was, craving the touch of his body, the feeling of having the full weight against me.
He rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking his time nipping and sucking, every sound a reminder of what a savage man he truly was.
I rubbed my palm down his chest, fighting with the button on his jeans. He was having none of allowing me to take any control, shoving my hands away. Lifting his head, he wagged his finger and tsked me.
The speed with which he rid me of my jeans and thong was something I’d think about time and time again. Suddenly, I was buck naked in front of him, staring up at the powerful man as he dragged his tongue across his lips provocatively.
When he dipped the tip of his finger in a fallen splat of mayo, I sensed he had wicked intentions in mine.
Every move dramatic, he slowly lowered his hand, his eyes twinkling the entire time.
“What are you doing?”
“Taming you,” he answered. With a hard shove of his arm across the counter, the noise of bowls and spoons being pitched aside was drowned out by an entirely different set of guttural sounds coming from his throat.
He gripped my hips, lifting me high into the air as I squealed. Then he planted my bottom on the counter, pressing me down until my head was hanging off the other side.
“Oh, what are you doing? What are you…” I flailed in his hold, stars floating in front of my eyes.
He chuckled even more darkly than before and split my legs wide open. “Who needs food, when I can feast on your sweet pussy.”
My heart continued to pound like a drum in a tribal song and the second he rolled the mayo-covered finger around my clit, I thought I’d surely pass out from pleasure. But the moment he engulfed the tender tissue, his tongue swirling constantly, I figured I’d died and gone to heaven.
I couldn’t breathe or think and just laid still as he twirled his tongue back and forth. He rolled his goo-covered fingers up my legs to my stomach, completely covering my tummy. What did he intend on doing, licking every smear off with his tongue?
With my skin tingling from the substance, I quivered.
Instantly lightheaded, I tossed my head back and forth as he dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy.
My core was on fire, my muscles clenching.
The man had a masterful tongue, creating a heatwave between us while he licked softly.
Within seconds, he pulled me to the point of having an orgasm yet eased back, tormenting me because that’s the kind of man he was.
Panting, I struggled to reach him, but he slapped my hands away as he’d done before. What was a girl to do? I spread my arms across the counter, closing my eyes as the touch of ecstasy became more powerful.
He bent my knees, pushing them back against the surface and took his time. Every sound he made seemed exaggerated, matching the solid thumping of my heart.
Why was it that his constant growls were endearing, keeping my excitement level high? Why was every inch of my body tingling from his touch? The answers didn’t come easily, but I didn’t care. I kept my eyes closed while he licked furiously, his actions becoming rougher with every passing second.
There was an explosion of energy, a need so intense that it felt as if we were mating. He drove fingers inside, pumping beside his tongue and the combination was mind blowing.
“Oh, you are so… amazing.” My words seemed garbled and within seconds, I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. The climax was powerful, so much so I jerked up from the island, slapping my hands on the surface.
He lifted his head briefly, his face glistening from the mayonnaise mask he wore. I licked my lips on purpose and his nostrils flared.
“Play with your tits for me, Lily flower.”
Laughing nervously, I leaned back and lifted my hands to my nipples. As I swirled my fingers around the sensitive buds, he resumed his feast. Stars remained floating in front of my eyes and I allowed myself to be lost in the heat.
And his prowess.
As if an out of body experience had taken hold, I was no longer in control of my body. Another orgasm jetted through me. This time I screamed, unable to control my emotions. My pussy pulsed and my core overheated, leaving me panting for air.
Floating on air was delightful and time passed. When he pressed his lips against my inner thigh, I finally lifted my head.
He stood to his full height as I leaned on my elbows. He was stunning to watch as he moved both on and off the ice. His eyes still reflecting his hunger, he kept the ruthless grin I’d come to know and hate on his face as he unfastened his jeans, slowly tugging them past his hips.
Within seconds, he was fully undressed and with the waning afternoon light streaming in the kitchen windows, I was able to bask in the man’s rugged beauty. Why did I feel so connected to him? It was a tether that shouldn’t be there considering how much I couldn’t stand the man.
Yet our attraction to one another was endless, the draw breaking barriers and destroying all the negative energy I’d purposely driven between us.
As he swept his hand down his chest to his cock, I struggled to sit upright. He burst into laughter when I stuck three fingers inside the mayonnaise jar, giving me a daring look.
Which I accepted immediately.
While he was stroking his cock, I jumped off the island and lowered onto my knees.
“Be careful, Lily flower. I could lose my mind over you.”
“Mmm… I’d like to see that.” As if a painter creating a masterpiece, I rolled a mayo-covered finger down his shaft to his balls. When I raked my fingernail along the underside until I reached the tip, he was practically panting like a dog.
I paid special attention to his cockhead, sliding my finger across his sensitive slit.
Another guttural sound flew past his lips and he lost control, fisting my hair and dragging me closer. As if I needed coaxing. His cock was a creation of beauty, long and thick with a slight arc for the tip. My mouth watered and wild horses couldn’t keep me away from tasting him.
I opened my mouth wide, and he snickered as he peered down. I engulfed his cockhead, immediately swirling my tongue in a circular motion.
I sensed I was driving him crazy, his chest rising and falling continuously.
While I planned on taking my time, I had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Every muscle in his body was tensed and he rolled onto the balls of his feet. The action highlighted his powerful muscles, every inch of the man carved to perfection.
“Fuck, your mouth is hot,” he murmured. “Suck me, baby. Just suck me or I’m going to lose my mind.”
I took him down by several inches, shocked how much my jaw ached from his size.
He was huge, much more so than any other man I’d been with.
Even though I’d had few lovers in my life.
I continued to remind myself we were just playing a game but with every swipe of my tongue, the fake relationship we’d developed was starting to feel very real.
I sucked on his cock as I squeezed his balls and I remained lightheaded the entire time. The taste of mayo and his pre-cum was a surprisingly intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Almost immediately he took full control, jutting his hips forward and pumping his cock into my mouth. When the tip hit the back of my throat, he held me in place. His shaft throbbed in my mouth, the wild pulsing and the ache in my jaws keeping me in the throes of excitement.
The way he fucked my mouth was more possessive than before, but I loved every second. There was nothing sweeter than the taste of him or the way his scent fueled my senses.
Saint continued thrusting as beads of sweat rolled down both sides of his face. I kept my eyes pinned on his, enjoying how out of control he seemed.
Just when I thought he’d fill my mouth with his cum, he pulled completely out, immediately jerking me to my feet.
Whatever his intentions were failed. We both slipped on the mess we’d created, tumbling to the floor with his massive body directly on top of mine.
His grin highlighting his dominating nature, he didn’t waste any time before plunging his cock deep inside.