Chapter eight #3
He lifts his head from my stomach and looks me in the eyes as he says, “I wonder if you taste just as sweet too.”
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pops the button on my jeans and pulls the zipper down slowly.
I lean back and stare up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing. “Oh God. This is really happening, isn’t it?”
“You’re only allowed to say four words to me right now,” he says, ignoring my comment.
My head pops back up. “What?”
“Listen, Astrid, or I’m stopping until you agree.” He prompts me to lift my hips as he pulls my jeans down my ass and legs, tossing them to the side.
“Oh, God. Okay…”
“Those four words are…” He licks his lips before he continues. “Faster, slower, harder, or softer.”
I think I’m going to die from this. Has anyone had a heart attack during sex because they were so turned on? “Jesus…”
“Actually, let’s add one more.” He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my underwear at my hips and begins pulling them down as well. Thank God I trimmed the other day.
“Okay?”
He stares at me again as he dips his head down, pushing my knees open to expose me to him, and lining up his mouth to the juncture between my legs. When he lifts my feet and plants them on the counter on either side of his shoulders, he says, “More. You can tell me more. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now let me know exactly how to make you come on my tongue.”
With his eyes locked on mine, his tongue connects with my clit and I nearly come apart just from that simple touch. Soft circles, long licks, and short flicks—Penn works me over, figuring out what I like and taking his time.
I feel like I’m outside of my body, watching myself experience this carnal moment—a sexy man with his head buried between my legs, worshipping me. It’s the kind of thing that happens in fantasies, not real life.
But this is as real as it gets.
“More,” I finally manage to say, closing my eyes and burying my hands in his hair.
He circles my entrance with his finger and slowly inserts it all the way inside of me. “Is this what you want?”
God damn. “Yes.”
Penn goes back to licking me softly, exploring my flesh, his touch so soft and slow that it’s tortuous.
“Faster,” I moan as his tongue circles my clit again, picking up speed. “Yes, Penn.”
“Those weren’t on the list, but I’ll let it slide.”
I chuckle, but it’s cut short as Penn works his finger and tongue in tandem.
My breathing becomes shallow, and I’m so entranced in this experience that I’m fairly certain I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
One of Penn’s hands reaches up and pulls down the cup of my bra, tweaking my nipple as he keeps eating me, licking me, and fucking me with his hand, adding another finger.
“Oh God. Harder.”
“Fuck, you taste incredible, Astrid.”
I pull on his hair harder as my climax builds. “Don’t stop.”
“Keep telling me what you need, baby.”
“Faster, harder, more…. oh God, more!” I scream as my legs begin to shake. But Penn doesn’t let up. He keeps the pace, building my orgasm and when it hits me, I thrash on the counter, squeeze his head between my legs, and cry out until the very last wave subsides.
Panting, I lie back again, struggling for air, throwing my hand over my face as I try to recover. “Oh my God. We just committed so many health code violations.”
Penn laughs and then pulls me up to a sitting position. “Some rules were made to be broken, right?”
Staring at him, I think about the biggest rule we just broke—crossing from friends to more.
But that’s exactly what I want.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me until our mouths meet again, tasting me on his tongue.
It’s erotic, primal, and has my body begging for more. Reaching for his jeans, I pop the button and drag the zipper down.
“Astrid, I don’t have anything.”
I reach inside and find his hard, hot, length.
Velvet over steel—that’s what Penn feels like all over.
With my other hand, I lift the bottom of his shirt, suggesting that he remove it.
And when he does, I lock onto the sight of his broad, muscular chest with the perfect smattering of chest hair across his pecs, and that happy trail that I can finally see the end of—and I have a feeling I’m going to be very happy when this is over.
“I have an IUD. I got it after Lilly.” Brandon and I knew we were done having kids, and I just never had it removed. And as soon as those words leave my lips, I realize that we’re really about to do this.
I’m about to have sex with Penn. There’s no going back after this.
“Fuck, Astrid.” When our lips connect again, he shoves his pants down and kicks them off, and then reaches behind me to pop the clasp on my bra, tossing it aside as well. “Stand up.”
I step down to the floor from the metal counter and Penn spins me around, pushing my torso over the edge of it now. Bracing myself on my forearms, the cold surface bites into my skin, but then I feel Penn tracing my spine with his finger, and that’s what truly inspires the goosebumps.
I wait with bated breath for him to bury himself inside me, but he continues to explore my body with his hands and then I feel his lips on my shoulders, moving up my neck to my ear.
“Are you ready for this?” He reaches beside me, picking up the bag of frosting.
I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing, but he pushes me flat against the counter and holds me down.
When I feel the frosting hit my back, I gasp.
It’s cold, but the smell of the sugar hits my nostrils and makes me moan when I feel his fingers smear it into my skin.
Then I feel him move the bag to my ass as he draws something on one of my butt cheeks.
“Penn?”
“Shhh…” he commands, tossing the bag to the side and moving away from me. But before I can glance at him over my shoulder, I feel his mouth on my skin, licking up the trail of frosting, nipping at me, dragging his teeth across my flesh, and sucking my skin between his lips, marking me.
“Oh my God,” I moan, lying flat on the counter as Penn’s fingers slide inside of my core again and his mouth licks my ass free of the frosting.
“Fucking sugar. Every time I smell it, I think of you,” he mumbles against my skin, making sure my ass is clean before he moves to the spot on my back.
“Penn.” I reach behind me, pulling him closer as his fingers continue to slide slowly in and out of me. “Please.”
“I’m not done eating my dessert.”
“I need you…to fuck me.”
He groans and stands up. “Fuck, Astrid. I need you too.”
His fingers leave my core and then I feel him line up his cock to my entrance and push in slowly. We both moan as he works his way inside, stretching me around him.
And it’s fucking perfect.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as Penn pulls out before thrusting back in to the hilt.
“Jesus…” Penn lets out a guttural groan and then leans over my body, lining up his mouth to my ear again. “God, you make me crazy. I’ve thought about this so many times, Astrid. How you would feel, how you would sound.”
“Fuck me, Penn. Please. Harder.”
He picks up his pace, interlacing his fingers with mine as he gives me his weight on my back.
He’s so deep, so long and thick that it doesn’t take long before I feel an orgasm start to bloom.
The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoes in the kitchen and the metal table rattles with each of his thrusts.
“Fuck, you feel too good. I’m not done with you yet, but you make me want to lose my fucking mind.
” Penn buries his face in my neck, grunting as he fucks me hard.
But then he abruptly lifts off me and pulls me up from the table, hooking his arms under mine and holding me to his chest as he bends his knees, changing the angle and sliding out of me because of our height difference.
When his hands cup my breasts, I twist my head to the side and find his lips, pressing our mouths together.
Penn spins me around and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, holding me above the ground. He lines back up to my core and pulls me down on his cock, fucking me mid-air, guiding me up and down as if I weigh nothing.
But this isn’t nothing.
This is everything.
His cock slides in and out of me as I push my pelvis against him, my arms wrapped around his neck for leverage. His hands lift me by the hips, pulling me up and down his length, building me toward an explosion I don’t think I’m ready for.
Penn lays me back down on the counter and hovers over me, his hips never breaking their rhythm. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come, Astrid. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Reaching between us, my other arm wrapped around his neck for support, I find my clit and rush to meet him at the finish line.
It doesn’t take much since I’m already so close, and when I start to clench around him and moan incoherently, Penn pulls me to him harder and deeper, bringing us both over the edge together.
When we’re spent, clutching one another so tightly, our bodies coated in a layer of sweat, the weight of what just happened hits me and it’s as if I snap awake from a dream.
I slept with Penn.
Oh my God. What did we just do? Funny how our brains can think rationally again once the desire wears off.
Penn pushes off of me slowly and runs a hand through his hair.
“Stay here.” I watch his naked backside as he strolls away from me to grab a clean dish rag, runs it under water at the sink, and then he walks back over to me, lifts me off the table and spins me around, cleaning my skin where the frosting was earlier, his touch so delicate compared to the ferocity he displayed just moments ago.
Then we dress in silence, barely making eye contact.
I don’t know what to do now. It’s not like I have much experience with this.
But as the quiet between us grows, the more I fear we’ve made a huge mistake, especially because Penn isn’t saying anything either. For a man who told me he was going to take what he wanted tonight, he suddenly is giving off a completely different energy.
Penn finally looks at me, his gaze unreadable. But as he closes the distance between us and peers down at me, I accept that things between us will never be the same. And now I’m not sure what happens next.
“Astrid,” he says, reaching up to cup my jaw. But before he can get another word in, my phone rings in my pocket.
“Shoot.” I scramble to take it out and see it’s my mom calling, almost dropping the phone because my hands are shaking so badly. “Hello?”
“Hi, hon. Lilly is asking for you. She wants to make sure you’ll be home to tuck her in for bed.” Glancing at the screen, I notice the time and wince.
“Yeah, I’m on my way.” My eyes find Penn’s again as he takes a step back from me.
“Okay, see you soon. Be careful.”
“Bye.” When I hang up the phone, I sigh.
“I need to get home,” I say as I walk to my office to grab my purse.
I half expect Penn to follow me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, when I come back out, he’s still standing right where I left him.
Still shaking and uneasy, I move to turn away from him, but he grabs my hand before I get too far, spinning me back around and into his chest.
And then his lips are on mine again.
It’s electric the way he makes my body come alive, the way his touch makes all of the worries in my head drift away.
But I know I need to get back to reality—even though it was incredible escaping it for a little while.
All of my feelings are boiling beneath the surface right now, and I need to get some space from him before they run over—before I break apart and convince myself I regret what just happened.
Because the truth is, I don’t.
I wanted it. I’ve wanted to be with Penn for so long.
But I honestly just don’t know how to process everything right now.
“Good night, Astrid,” he says simply.
“Good night, Penn,” I whisper back as he releases me and then I leave the shop and walk out to my car to drive home, not remembering how I even got there because the only thing I keep replaying in my mind is the fact that I just had sex with Penn—and there’s no going back to the ways things were after that.