Chapter 12
Rainbow
The way Tobias is staring at me like I’m the dessert he has in mind has my pulse racing and stomach clenching in anticipation, because that is something I very much want.
Because his tongue and that mouth excel when it comes to oral, and I wonder if he knows how talented he is when it comes to eating pussy.
Of course he does.
“Ice cream?” he offers, ghosting his mouth across mine, his hands on either side of the granite surface. I can think of something else I’d like to eat for dessert. The soft cotton t-shirt I’m wearing sticks to my back, and just like that, I’m a sweaty mess again.
“Yes, please,” I croak out in response.
He chuckles like he knows exactly where my mind just went and pushes away, sauntering over to the freezer.
“Which flavour?” he asks, glancing back at me over his shoulder.
“Hmm, all of them,” I reply, chewing on my lower lip.
“All of them, huh?” He smiles and retrieves the three tubs from the bottom drawer of the freezer. His hands look so big in comparison.
I love that he doesn’t judge me. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to finish them all, but it’s nice to have options.
He comes back with tubs in hand and puts them down beside me.
“Do you want a bowl and or just a spoon?” he asks, his cold fingers stroking my bare arm, eliciting a shiver from me.
I lick my lips. “Just a spoon, please,” I reply breathlessly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” His large hands grip my hips, and he lifts me onto the counter. I automatically part my legs, and he steps in between them.
“What is it with you and this counter?” I ask, stifling a giggle as he reaches over to grab a spoon from the cutlery drawer.
“Bigger the counter, better the spread,” he says as he leans in and kisses my neck.
“Oh fuck.” I reach out and hold on to his hips, wrapping my legs around his waist. Those wicked lips and tongue are a teasing caress.
“Now, do you want to pick which flavour first, or are you going to let me choose and that way we can have a little fun?” he asks, showing a side to him I very much like seeing.
“You choose,” I reply, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my neck.
“Good girl.”
He sucks on the skin just below my ear, and I groan as his fingers dance over my thighs.
I swear he has the power to ruin me.
His lips move to the corner of my mouth, but quickly retreat, and I let out a moan of displeasure.
“Now,” he says. “I want you to close your eyes while I feed you dessert.”
I’m not sure if there’s a hidden innuendo there, but I’m happy to play along.
“Okay.”
I watch as he takes off the lids on all of the ice cream, and then he tuts.
“No peeking. Close your eyes, sweet cheeks.”
Swallowing a mixture of excitement and nerves, I do as he requests and let my eyelids flutter closed, listening intently as he shuffles beside me.
“Okay, now open up.”
I part my lips slightly, and he lets out a deep laugh.
“Now, I know you can open up wider than that, you’ve had my cock in your mouth.”
I’m unable to stop my gasp. The mouth on this man will be my ultimate demise, because when he talks to me like this, I’m putty in his hands.
“There you go.”
I feel cool metal as he slides the spoon past my lips, and I close my mouth around it.
My taste buds are hit with a creamy, smooth sweetness, followed by the distinct cool sharpness of mint and the rich crunch of dark chocolate chips.
“Nice?” he asks.
My eyelids flutter open, finding his gaze fixated on my mouth.
“Yes, the perfect palate cleanser,” I say, licking the excess off my lower lip.
His eyes follow the action, growing darker with desire as he grips my chin.
“Hmm, let me have a taste.” And then his lips are on mine, his tongue slowly teasing as he devours me. When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
“Okay, next. Eyes closed.”
I do as he says, my breathing heavy as he presses the spoon to my lips. I open up, and he slips it inside. It’s soft and creamy, frosty vanilla, and I swallow it with a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
I clear my throat, and when I open my eyes again, his head is tilted as he waits for me to reply.
“You don’t want to know.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I want to know everything where you’re concerned, so fess up.”
I take the spoon out of his hand and lean over to get some more vanilla from the carton, then bring it to his mouth. He opens up, and I watch as he sucks it off the spoon.
“I always thought you were a little bit frosty, but you’ve proved otherwise.”
His hands move slowly up and down my thighs, the gesture intimate. “Maybe with everyone else, but never with you.” And he’s right, he’s always been really accepting of me. I’ve always put it down to him and Ric being best friends, but now I’m not too sure.
“I’m beginning to see that.”
Feeling exposed, I lean over to get some more. I know some people find Vanilla boring, but I don’t. I think it’s complex when you really think about it. Floral, sweet with slight smoky undertones of caramel. If anything, it’s a flavour enhancer.
I bring the spoon to my mouth and close my eyes as I savour the flavour, letting out a deep, satisfied moan.
“Rainbow, you have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?”
Opening my eyes, I stare back at him, loving the way he looks at me, and lick the remnants off the spoon.
“I think I have an idea.”
He takes the spoon back from me and leans closer. I think he’s going to kiss me again, but instead his hand moves to my chest, his palm pressed over my heart.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I raise my arms, and he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt and tosses it behind him.
Stepping back, he appraises me, his eyes tracing the swell of my breasts down my stomach, and he arches a brow as he pulls the waistband of the shorts I’m wearing.
“These, too. I want you spread bare for me.”
Yes, please.
I raise my hips, giving him enough access to tug them down my thighs and legs, letting them fall at his feet.
My skin raises in goosebumps from the cool surface beneath my naked arse.
“Now, lie back.”
Fuck, I love the way he takes charge. I gasp as he tugs me forward, right where he wants me.
“I hope you have no other plans for the rest of the weekend,” he tells me, scooping some ice cream onto the spoon. “Because I plan on keeping you here for the next two days, pretty much in this state.”
He bends down, peppering kisses over my flushed skin.
“Big words,” I reply, raising a brow.
He chuckles as he smothers the ice cream over my nipple, causing me to arch up into him.
“Challenge accepted.”
Anticipation crackles in the air as he gives me a playful smirk right before his mouth clamps over my breast, his tongue laving up the ice cream.