by Piper Rayne
His attention is fixed on the bowl and I have to say his concoction looks good, except it’s a little watery. He dumps more powdered sugar in and then grabs some corn syrup and pours it in.
“You’re seriously going to make me have to use the excuse that cameras make you gain twenty pounds, not ten.” I pick up the bottom. “Pure sugar.”
The mixer stops and he swipes up a glob with his finger. He holds his finger in front of my mouth.
“Stop worrying about your figure. You could gain a few pounds and it wouldn’t affect your part.” He inches his finger closer.
I slowly stick my tongue out and curl it around the end of his finger, rimming the tip and enjoying the way his eyelids hood and his breath labors while my teeth scrape along the underside of his finger. Encasing my mouth over his entire finger, I suck off the icing, twirling my tongue around his finger while my eyes lock with his.
Once I let his finger go with a pop, his hands move to my ass and he slides me forward on the counter.
“Temptress.” His lips meet mine and our mouths collide in a fury, all our pent-up adrenaline of wanting each other all night finally finding an outlet.
His mouth moves off mine, but his hands grab the hem of my shirt and tear it from my body. His frantic motions continue as he unhooks my bra, letting it fall and eventually landing on the floor. He squeezes them a little more than is comfortable, but it’s exactly what I need.
“I’ve been half hard all day remembering you naked under me last night.” Without me saying anything, his hand slides up my legs under my skirt. “When you walked in with that skirt on I had to shift my stance.”
With every confession, my body grows hotter, my pussy wetter.
He motions for me to lift up a bit and he slides my pants to my ankles and I give a couple of kicks until they, too, fall to the floor.
He uses one finger to brush along the outside of my panties and my body loses all tension until I feel about the same consistency as the icing in the bowl beside me.
“God,” I sigh, my head falling back.
With one hand on my tit and the other on the outside lace of my panties, he teases me with his expert movements.
I want him. All of him. All of the time.
I’ve been starved of this kind of attention my entire life and I didn’t even know it until this man entered it. He’s turned me upside down. Nothing in my past compares to how he makes me feel. I thought I had an okay love life. I mean, Carver loved me. I know he did in his own way. But Vance, he’s like a bear outside a cabin, willing to claw his way through to me as though he’s going to explode if he can’t have me. As animalistic as that sounds, I love how much he wants me.
His finger slides between my pussy and my panties and his mouth opens slightly in awe.
“You like?” I ask.
Taking that half-hour lunch to get a wax job seems well worth listening to my stomach grumbling all afternoon.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls.
He grabs my panties and tears them. Literally tears them from my body and tosses them on the floor.
“I don’t want anything in my way.” His lips find my neck and his nibbles turn to light bites.
“Those were new.” I don’t really care, I just like our push and pull.
“I’ll replace them. You can model new ones for me.”
See, this is what I’m talking about. He’s perfection.
His hand moves to cover my entire mound. His finger slides along my wetness. “I need to taste you.”
Gently pushing me so my back lies on the counter, he falls to his knees in front of me.
One flick of the tongue is all it takes for me to be on the edge of an orgasm. I knew waxing was going to make me more sensitive, but damn, I need to try to think of something other than his mouth on me so I can make this last.
“Shit,” I mumble, struggling for breath as he sucks my nub into his mouth. “Who taught you this? Because I’d like to give them an award.”
His laugh is muffled by my pussy and I thread my fingers through his hair to keep him in place.
He licks up and down, he sucks, he twirls his tongue and by the time I’m a screaming, writhing mess, a deep rumbling laugh comes from him and he leans back.
“Shit, I think you’re going to make me bald.” His hand instinctively moves to his scalp.
“Let me make it up to you,” I practically purr.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Why don’t you take your pants off and I’ll show you.” I arch a brow, daring him to do so.
I focus on him unbuttoning his jeans and then they fall to the floor. A second later he pulls his boxer briefs down and kicks them to the side.
He stands there in all his perfection and my mouth waters. I want so badly to taste him. I lick my lips and Vance’s eyes track every movement.
“I’m clean,” he says.
Music to my ears. I don’t respond, simply grin at him for a minute before spinning myself on the counter so my back is to him. Then I slowly ease myself back. I’m now sprawled across the counter, my head dangling off the end, upside down in front of Vance.
“Fuck,” he says and pushes a hand through his hair.
I reach out and grab the base of his hard length, directing him toward me. I open my mouth wide and it doesn’t take much encouragement before Vance is pushing himself to the back of my throat.
“Jesus,” he pants out.
I’ll be honest—I’ve never actually given head this way, but I’ve seen it in porn and since the opportunity presented itself, I figured why the hell not?
He braces his hands on the edge of the counter and pushes all the way in to the base, his eyes rolling back in his head when he breaches the back of my throat.
It’s surprisingly easy to do in this position and I moan as I imagine what we must look like. Vance must feel the vibrations of the sound on his cock because he groans and slides himself out between my lips and immediately pushes his shaft back in, a little harder this time.
I use my hand to cup his balls while he thrusts into my mouth. I manage to keep my throat relaxed as I watch him gaze intently down at where my lips are wrapped around his cock. When he leans forward and starts playing with my nub I’m almost as lost in the building pleasure as he is.
Without warning he pulls himself from my mouth and takes a step back. When I’ve righted myself and am sitting on top of the counter again, I give him a questioning gaze.
He’s stroking himself and studying my very naked body.
“That was fucking hot, but if we go any longer I’m not going to last. I’ve got plans for that pussy and they involve my cock being inside it for a while.”
I grin. “I have an IUD,” I say, wanting nothing between us.
“Perfect.”
He winks, picks me up and deposits me on the kitchen table. He controls every move from how far apart my legs are to exactly where he wants my ass at the edge.
When he pushes inside me, my stomach contracts from the sheer pleasure of the feel of me stretching around him. I want him to delve deeper. I want him to push harder. I want to feel every pent-up emotion of want grow inside of him.
There’s no slow and romantic rhythm this time around. The way he takes me is hard and uncontrolled and fierce. The crumbs from dinner itch underneath my back, but I don’t care. I don’t focus on that. I can’t when I see the expression of need and ownership on his face. He’s biting his bottom lip and he’s staring down between my legs at where he’s entering me.
After a minute, his gaze shifts to my tits and lastly my eyes. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
He continues his assault on my body, moving in and out of me at a rapid-fire pace and circling his hips. I grip the edge of the kitchen table to keep from sliding back. His fingertips dig into my thighs and though it’s a little painful it makes me even hotter for him. So much so that the second he places his thumb on my engorged clit I go off. I cry
out and buck up underneath him and in the midst of this Vance pulls out, jerks himself a few times and his hot cum coats the top of my pussy.
“Mommy?”
We both freeze, wide-eyed.
“Payne, it’s time for bed.” I inhale a deep breath.
“I heard noises. What are you guys doing?”
The one good thing is I know he’s upstairs since I put the baby gate across when I came down.
I shoot Vance a ‘help me out here’ look.
“Go to bed, buddy, I’m just sugaring the cookies,” he says.
I press my lips together to try to keep from laughing, but Vance covers my mouth and I shake my head at his innuendo.
“Oh, yay!” Payne says.
“Get to bed so you can have one tomorrow,” Vance continues, a smile teasing at his lips.
“I’m going,” he says.
We hear the door shut and Vance lets go of my mouth.
“You’re bad,” I say, but he leans forward and kisses me.
“Please, you love me sugaring the cookie as much as I do.” He winks. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Chapter 18
Vance
“Put your fucking phone down. This is a guys’ trip.” Jagger tries to snatch my phone from my hands, but I dodge his attempts.
“We aren’t twenty-one, shithead.” I finish my text to Layla.
Me: Miss you already.
I’m waiting for the three dots to appear when the flight attendant places a vodka tonic on my tray. I glance to the side at Jagger, who raises his own drink in the air. Shifting my eyes to Leo, I see him raising his beer.
My phone dings and Leo smiles, shaking his head because he already knows the shit Jagger is going to give me.
I glance down at my phone to find a picture of Layla, Via, and Payne—all with frowns on their faces. A second later and my phone dings again.
Layla: Have fun and good luck with the investor. We’ll miss you. See you when you get home.