Chapter 28
SUTTON
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I might make it further than I did the other night and not come in my pants this time, but not by much. I’m not even half way inside her tight cunt, and every nerve in my body is fully alert and attuned to the woman on my cock.
The devious grin she’s directing at me tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. I tighten my grip on her so she can’t inch further without warning, and I love the way the globes of her ass fit into my palms.
Taking a deep breath, I collect myself and summon the heroic strength needed to not come apart. “You seem like a pretty satisfied customer already. So I have high hopes you’ll come again.”
“We’ll see about that.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell by her playful smirk that we both want this to happen again.
Before I can think about what I’d want future nights with her to look like, she relaxes her hips forcing me to either strain to hold her exactly where she is or let her inch further down onto my throbbing cock.
I choose the latter, relaxing my grip and easing another few inches into her. Her eyes roll back and she swallows a moan while I let out a shaky breath.
“This fucking pussy,” I grit through my teeth, knowing that there are in fact patrons sitting on the patio a story below us. “So fucking tight and wet for me.”
“Why don’t you let go of my ass so I can take all of you then?"
“There’s still a few inches to go. Are you sure?”
She rocks her hips up before slowly working back down.
The movement pushes her ass down against my hands and she glares at me before taking a hand off the back of the chair.
She keeps her eyes fixed on mine while she inches the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
She shimmies on my cock which makes me shudder, but it also makes her dress fall down to her waist revealing her bare chest to me.
I didn’t think my dick could get harder, but seeing her perky tits—those tight, pebbled nipples and that lotus tattoo that sprawls into a lacy pattern under them—unleashes something in me and my cock throbs.
All I want to do is fucking cup her tits in my palms. I look up just long enough to see her bite into her lower lip, hiding her grin.
“Alright, that’s not fair, but point made.”
I can’t resist her. Giving into my stubborn girl, I let go of her ass, letting her ease down until she’s fully seated on my cock.
With my hands free, I waste no time cupping her tits because they drive me crazy. The way they fit into the palms of my hands and her peaked nipples drag over my callused skin sends shivers down my spine.
“I thought that might convince you to give me the rest.”
I roll one of her nipples between my thumb and fingertip and she gasps. A low laugh rumbles up my chest and I press a kiss just under her ear. “I don’t need much convincing when it comes to you.”
She lets out a pleased hum and picks up a steady pace, rocking her hips up and down my shaft. I’ve never fucked anyone raw before, but I can’t imagine anything feeling better than being in her tight, wet heat. Her soaked pussy is threatening to undo me right fucking now.
The connection with her, feeling her pulsing need against my aching cock, lights my body on fire. I can even hear just how wet she is for me, but I want more.
I nip at her neck. “Lean back. I want to see you take me.”
She grabs my shoulders, creating just enough space between our bodies, and neither of us can look away from where we’re joined.
Her smooth cunt and my cock are glistening with her arousal.
Each time she rocks her hips and glides along my shaft, my body threatens to uncoil that knot of tension at the base of my spine.
The lust-filled haze in her smokey eyes is what truly has my need at a breaking point though.
She looks divine and I want to reward her.
I cup a breast in one hand while I drop the other between us, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit while thrusting up, matching the rhythm of her rocking.
“Fuck, Sutton.” Her lips part and I press a kiss to her waiting mouth. I devour her, exploring her mouth before her tongue meets mine. Our teeth clash and I feel her breathing pick up when I start to swirl my thumb over her clit.
She breaks the kiss, pressing her forehead to mine. “Yes, please. Please, just like that.”
I keep my pace steady, but increase the pressure with my thumb on her sensitive pleasure point.
Her head falls to my shoulder and I feel her walls start to tighten on my dick.
I know I’m going to come any second, but I want her to be right there with me.
I roll her nipple in my fingers when I bring my lips to her neck, nipping and kissing my way up to her cheek.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Come on my fucking cock, for both of us. ”
I thrust hard, bottoming out deep inside her.
Her teeth dig into the crook of my neck and I feel her muffled moan reverberate through me.
My thumb traces over her clit one last time and she unravels in my arms, shunting her hips down onto me as she comes.
Feeling her pussy flutter around my dick with nothing between us is my undoing and I drain into her, coming so hard the edges of my vision blur.
“Holy fuck,” I pant against her neck.
Our chests rise and fall in sync while we stay molded together with me still deep inside her. The summer breeze chills the sweat on my neck and I trace circles over the soft skin of her back, exactly where I know that floral tattoo is.
“Am I crazy or was that even better than I remember?”
“Possibly.” She nuzzles against me, letting out a pleased hum. “You were right though.”
I run my hands up her sides, fixing the straps of her dress and ghosting my lips over her neck with a soft kiss. “About what?”
She looks up with the corner of her mouth pulled into a subtle smirk.
I search her eyes and feel a sense of satisfaction when I don’t see any sign of that twinge of worry or uncertainty I saw when she arrived.
Instead I just see her stormy eyes clouded over in a lust-induced haze. “That definitely took the edge off.”
I chuckle. “Good. That means our date can officially start. Are you ready for dinner now?”
“I take back what I said earlier. You’re actually terrible with date ideas.”
I turn on my barstool to face Kelsey—still obsessed with how that dress looks on her—and top off her wine glass. It’s the same wine I keep in my apartment and I know she likes it too based on how my bottles end up empty faster than I’m used to.
“What do you mean I’m terrible at planning a date? I feel like it started off on such a high note.”
“Yes, but then you brought me to work.” To make a point, she turns and waves at Rich who’s working at the far end of the counter, at the bar.
She arches a brow at me over her glass, but she can’t hide the little flush that creeps up her cheeks. When she takes another sip, she lets the smallest whimper escape and I crave that sound, thinking of the way she moaned into my neck less than an hour ago.
“Ah yes, but we’re not working. We’re enjoying food and there’s no better way to get to know me than through food.”
I rarely sit on this side of the tasting counter, but I wanted her to get to experience it. My staff are the closest thing I have to family in Jackson and I make sure they treat all of our diners the same way.
Kelsey rocks her head side to side. “Alright. I’ll play along.” Her eyes drift to the neon sign on the back wall of the restaurant that says Gloria’s before settling back on me—or the tattoos on my forearm and her thong still on my wrist to be more precise. “So your grandma?”
I see the rest of the unspoken question in her eyes. “Yep. I don’t think she realized that teaching two boys to cook would turn into this.” I gesture around the restaurant with my wine glass.
She shakes her head and laughs. It’s a lighthearted laugh that tells me she’s letting her guard down, and I cherish it. I prop an elbow on the counter and lean on my fist, fixated by this version of her. Laughing, wearing color, but decidedly her strong-willed self.
“What’s so funny?” I grin back at her.
“I’m just trying to picture it. You and your brother with your grandma. Did she give you matching old lady aprons with white lacy trim?”
I snort a laugh, thinking back to growing up in New Mexico—learning how to cook with what was fresh and in season.
Family dinners on Sunday nights meant her kitchen was always filled with new and exciting aromas from what she picked up at the market or from the small farms surrounding the town.
“It had to look ridiculous because even as teenagers, Slade and I were both at least a foot taller than her.”
“I never met Gloria, but being in the kitchen with Slade and Sutton… let’s just say that’s an experience,” a familiar female voice teases.
We both look up to see Jade, exactly where I normally stand on the other side of the counter. She has two dishes in hand and pride swells in my chest when I see how perfectly they’re plated. Kelsey leans over the counter toward Jade. “Please tell me they wear matching coats.”
My mind goes right to thinking about what Kelsey’s bare legs look like when she’s wearing nothing but my chef’s coat and suddenly I’m ready to take her back upstairs.
“Have you met Slade? I don’t think he’d let anyone in the kitchen without a clean coat. It’s more the way they bicker like a married couple. ‘Why aren’t the spices in alphabetical order?’ ‘Because this is my kitchen, and I keep them organized by dish prep.’”
I roll my eyes. “So what’d you make us tonight, Chef?”