Chapter 20
In her life, where she had to be in control of everything and her brain constantly in motion, it was nice to just shut it down and let Carson take over. Allie braced her hands on the sink and waited for his next order.
A hand stroked over her ass before his fingers twisted under the fabric of her thong before gliding over the crack of her ass down to her core.
Carson’s fingers circled around her nub but never actually touched it before retracing his path back up to her puckered hole. Carson stepped to her side as his hand went forward and backward along the same path, teasing but never giving her what she wanted.
His lips trailed up from her shoulder to her neck. “Are you still thinking about the dress?” he asked before his tongue curled around the lobe of her ear then his blunt teeth bit down.
Allie arched her neck back as she cried out, not in pain—oh no, not even close—but it had been so close to orgasmic. Carson was good at not touching her anywhere that might set her off.
“Are you?” he asked again.
“Carson, touch me.” She didn’t give a shit about the dress right now.
“Answer me first.”
“No, I don’t care about the damn dress.”
“Good,” he said before stepping away.
Wait, what? She started to turn around to see where he had gone when his hand landed on her ass.
“What did I say?”
Her sex-addled brain was scrambling to try and remember when it hit her.
“Don’t move.” And after a moment, a finger slid into her core. “Good girl.” Allie felt her knees wobble as her needy sex was finally filled. Not the full length of his cock, but it was something. She arched her hips trying to draw him in further. Trying to entice him to insert another finger.
She was hot and needy, and he was taking too long to make her come. But the finger slid free, and she groaned her disappointment.
Carson only chuckled. “You ready for dessert?” He didn’t wait for her reply, but left her standing there. She heard the freezer open then close a moment later.
Allie stood perfectly still. Her eyes darted around as her ears strained to listen for him. For someone over six foot, he could be pretty silent on his feet. A trait he’d no doubt learned in the SEALs.
Allie yipped when something cold landed on her upturned butt cheek. It had been shocking, to say the least. Sandy had suggested it would be fun, but Allie wasn’t so convinced right now.
She wasn’t a fan of cold, and right now the ice cream was running down her cheek toward the floor.
Then Allie felt something warm and wet running up her cheek from where the drop ended to where it began.
This time Allie was better prepared when ice cream landed on her other cheek. It was still cold, but now she knew to anticipate the heat. Carson waited for the trail of the melting ice cream to travel further down the curve of her ass before licking it back up.
He pulled back on her hips, forcing Allie to take a step back. Her hips jutted back, sticking her ass further out. Her thong was pulled out and pushed to the side as more ice cream dribbled down the crack of her ass.
Allie groaned, the cold no longer bothering her. It was actually making her wetter. Or maybe it was the combination of hot and cold. Or it could just be Carson’s tongue was magical.
Either way, she liked it.
Allie was suddenly spun around and pushed back against the counter. She looked down to see Carson kneeling before her. The carton of ice cream was on the floor between his legs. He looked up at her, lust clearly evident in his eyes. His lips glistened from the ice cream.
The hands at her waist hooked around the corners of her thong and pulled them down her legs. Allie stepped out of them. She half expected Carson to toss them over his shoulder. Instead, he brought them to his nose and inhaled.
No doubt he could he could smell her musk. Then he stuffed them in his back pocket. She’d seen men do that before in movies or read about it in books, but she’d never seen it in real life.
Personally, she didn’t understand the thrill of smelling women’s underwear, but if it made him happy, who was she to take that away?
Next, Carson helped Allie out of her heels. He scooted forward so he was positioned directly between her legs, lifted her left leg, and braced her foot on his shoulder. He picked up the spoon covered in chocolate and smeared a streak up the inside of her calf.
Allie watched vividly as his tongue darted out and licked up the ice cream. He took another spoonful and created a line from her knee to her inner thigh.
Allie fell back on her elbows which were braced on the sink. Her head lolled back as his tongue was thorough in its cleaning. Not a part of her leg was left with any hint of ice cream on it.
His tongue got dangerously close to her center, but he always stopped before he reached it. Allie moved restlessly under his exploration. Her right thigh burned from holding all of her weight and arching her hips toward his mouth.
Carson set her left foot down on the kitchen floor, then gripped her right ankle and braced her foot on his shoulder.
Allie was panting as he brought another spoonful of ice cream up to her calf. She fell back, whacking her head on the upper cabinets, but she didn’t care. She barely felt it. Her body was a bundle of sensations. She was hot and achy. Allie needed Carson inside of her soon.
As much as she loved this exquisite torture, she was ready to feel him pounding inside of her. She didn’t care they were in her kitchen. She didn’t care about the unsanitariness of it. All she did know or care about was that she wanted him and had to have him soon.
Allie’s head shot forward when Carson’s head buried between her legs, and she felt a cold tongue glide through her hot folds. He had taken a bite of ice cream and was eating her out with it in his mouth.
Carson’s eyes were locked on her as he feasted on her sex. She could see the brown cream on his tongue and sticking to her labia. He pulled away to get another scoop of ice cream in his mouth before he applied his tongue to her clit.
Allie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her head fell back as she gave herself over to the sensation.
Using her foot braced on his shoulder, Allie rode his face.
Using him to get herself off. She cried out when two fingers plunged into her core and scissored her as his tongue swirled and sucked hard on her clit.
Allie shuddered as she climaxed. He kept up the pressure as the last of the tremors faded, and only then did he pull away and stand up.
“I love watching you come.”
Allie was panting as she watched him stand before her.
His chest was expanding like he was breathing hard.
His lips glistened with a mix of her juices and chocolate.
His cock stood hard and heavy against the front of his jeans.
He looked so sexy, and she had to have him now. Allie was tired of waiting.
She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him to her.
His chest plastered to hers. She reached between them, unsnapped his jeans, and had him free at a speed that even astonished her.
Carson groaned against her lips as her hand stroked him from stem to root.
His cock pulsed in her hand, causing him to shudder under her touch. She loved having this power over him.
“I need you inside me, Carson.” She wasn’t above begging at this point.
He drove his tongue into her mouth harder as he lifted her and set her on the counter.
She felt him fumbling around before her hand was pulled from his cock.
She lifted her hands to his face instead, pulling him closer.
Needing to touch him. His hands latched onto her hips, then she felt the broad head of his condom-covered cock tease her folds with a gentle thrust before he pulled her to the edge of the counter as his cock thrust deep.
Allie tore her mouth free to scream out in pleasure as Carson pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands anchored on the back of his neck as he pushed her further and further toward another climax.
Carson pulled her closer to the edge, changing the angle. His cock rubbed the front of her womb. He released one of her hips to strum her engorged clit until she climaxed again.
Carson leaned forward and braced one of his hands on the upper cabinet. Allie clasped both her hands on his back against his shoulder blades, needing to feel him in any way she could. His pace slowed as if the frenzy were wearing off and he wanted to drag this out.
Allie turned her head so she could kiss him. Mimicking with her tongue the slow and torturous pace he set, but it was no less erotic. He would pull almost all the way out before gliding back, angling his hips so he hit a new spot every time.
The hand that had been on the cabinet fell to her face, cupping her cheek.
His thumb rubbed her cheekbone back and forth.
It was so beautiful and romantic. His other hand was still between them, rubbing gentle circles against her clit at a leisurely pace as if he had all night to drag out her next climax.
Her mouth opened with a gasp when he changed angles and pinched her clit between his finger and thumb. “Do it again,” she pleaded.
Carson did, eliciting the same response.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea.” He kept up the pressure as his hips moved faster but not pounding.
Allie lifted her legs up higher toward his ribs.
It was a tight fit for his fingers, but it had the desired effect when she felt her body quaking.
“Come, baby. I want to watch you shatter in my arms. Feel you pulse around my cock as you pull me down into bliss with you.”
His words were an aphrodisiac that sent her spiraling over the edge. Carson quickly followed after, burying himself balls deep and groaning his own climax.
They stayed like that for several minutes as their breathing started to regulate. Allie began to become aware of how sweaty and sticky she was. Food play was fun, but it was messy. “I need to clean up,” Allie said, though she was loathe to move. Her bones felt like Jello. That had been intense.
He picked her up and started carrying her down the hall to her bathroom. “I’ll scrub your back.”
“Wait, the ice cream. It will melt.” She tapped on his shoulder, trying to get down to go back and get it.
Carson rolled his eyes but set her down on her feet. “Only you would think about that after I just gave you how many orgasms?”
“Three, but I still don’t want melted ice cream on my kitchen floor to clean up later,” she protested, putting the ice cream back where it belonged and the spoon in the dishwasher before heading back to the bathroom. “Now about this clean-up. You think you can handle it?” she challenged.
“Lucky for you, SEALs are better in the water than land.”
She couldn’t wait to put that theory to the test.