Muffin Top

by Tabatha Kiss

  I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair, giving him free rein and I catch him smile as he pulls my bra straps down to reveal my breasts. Any self-consciousness I had before has completely disappeared, annihilated by his obvious, intense passion for every piece of me.

  I twitch with a sudden pain as his teeth etch across my hard nipple but it just makes me moan a little louder. He descends further down, inching closer to my begging slit, and I can barely even think straight as he tugs at the zipper on my jeans.

  A loud buzzer echoes up from downstairs and Vincent freezes. He lays his head against my chest and furrows his defeated brow. “Shit…”

  “Go ahead,” I chuckle, catching my breath. “Don’t want to… you know… burn your cookies or whatever.”

  He leans forward to kiss me again, firm and wild, before pushing up to stand. “I’ll be right back.”

  I collapse, feeling the stairs dig into my spine as he thumps down into the kitchen.

  Holy crap.

  I stand up, instantly feeling a dizzy spell take hold of my brain as I slowly ascend the remaining stairs.

  I still know absolutely nothing about Vincent. The only new pieces of information I have on him is that he’s fucking loaded and that he has, apparently, had a thing for me for a whole year. Every day, every cup of coffee, every damn blueberry muffin. He’s wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him but something about that isn’t as comforting as it should be.

  I push open the door at the top of the stairs and step into his apartment. It’s a small, studio loft. The doorway opens into a kitchenette and I flick on the lights to get a better look at the place as I pull my blouse back over my bare shoulders. Dishes sit stacked neatly in a drying rack by the sink. There’s a bed in the corner, just large enough for a man his size, leading me to think that he probably doesn’t entertain very many ladies up here — or anyone, for that matter. There’s no television, no extra living room furniture for guests to sit on. Just a small table by the kitchen, one chair, and a bookshelf lined from end-to-end with cookbooks and adventure novels and…

  Weapons manuals?

  I lean down and squint to get a better look at the bottom shelf as I hear his shoes thumping back up the stairs behind me.

  Vincent smiles at me as he reaches the top. “Sorry about that…” he says, bridging the short gap between us with two wide strides. He reaches for me and kisses me softly but I resist the growing heat inside of me.

  “Vincent, hold on…” I take a step back. “Shouldn’t we… I don’t know, talk about this first?”

  He nods. “If you want.”

  I pace back and forth near his bed, clenching my shirt closed in front of me. My thoughts race, traveling from one end of my brain to the next without reaching full comprehension. Blood pounds south, lulling me towards sexual surrender but there’s just so much I still don’t know about this guy.

  “Evey?”

  “Yeah?”

  He chuckles. “You look nervous.”

  “I am.”

  “Why?”

  My eyes fall to his bare torso and I bite my inner cheek to curb the lust within. “Isn’t this fast? This feels fast.”

  “I mean…” He takes a step forward. “It’s been a year.”

  “Right…”

  “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

  “Uh-huh. I have, too, but…”

  He slides out in front of me, forcing me to stop pacing. “Evey… relax.”

  I look up as he leans in, brushing his lips over mine for a soft moment. “Who are you?” I whisper, unable to look away.

  He smiles and kisses the edge of my mouth. “I’m Vincent Silva,” he answers, his breath rushing over my cheeks. “I own the bakery downstairs. I was born and raised here in Boston. I have a sister named Anna and I’m allergic to cats.”

  “Really?”

  His lips travel over my skin, inching back to nibble on my earlobe. “I didn’t go to college,” he continues. “I used money from an inheritance to open this place a year ago. I knew how because my mother ran a shop just like it when I was a kid.” He kisses me and slides a hand back to rest behind my head, holding me there as my tongue dances with his. “That’s when I met the girl next door. Tough, beautiful. I think about her every day, every hour… I think about her when I jerk myself off.”

  The words charge through my body, tingling like lightning. I let out a soft moan, leaning even harder into his kiss and he guides me towards his bed.

  He sits me down and I sink into the soft mattress beneath me. His fingers crawl down my neck, over my shoulders, and into my bra to feel my bare breasts. “I think about how badly I to want to taste her; how much I want to hear her moan my name. When I come, it’s her face I think of coming on.”

  My teeth chatter from prolonged lust. I dig my fingers into his comforter, holding on tight as his tongue slides across my collarbone.

  “I want you, Evey Ryan,” he whispers in my ear. “If you don’t want me, you can leave. I won’t stop you, but…” He kisses me and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. “I really hope you stay.”

  I shiver, falling even deeper under his spell. His voice, his eyes, his touch. It all placates me, making me forget any doubt or distrust I ever had for him. “Vincent…”

  He leans forward and I fall against his pillow, taking him down with me as our lips entwine together. “Tell me, Evey…” he says, reaching for his belt. “Tell me you want to stay.”

  My legs spread on their own, hugging his waist as he gazes down at me. His hands move, sliding his belt free and unzipping his jeans.

  I lick my lips as he reveals more of his tight skin, stopping just short of the base of his cock.

  “I…” My words fail. I forget how to speak. My busy tongue focuses only on how much it wants to lick him from top to bottom.

  “Evey…” He lets out of firm whisper, one that trembles my spinal cord, and I practically moan from it. “Show yourself to me.”

  I pause, crippled by lust and awe as he slides a hand into his pants. His fist moves up and down, slowly stroking himself and I bite my cheek until I taste blood.

  His lips curl as I unbutton my jeans and ease my hand inside towards my throbbing clit. I graze it with my fingertips and my body recoils from sensitivity. He lets go of his cock and he pulls my zipper down to get a better look at me. I raise my hips, letting him slide my jeans and panties down to my ankles and he stares at me with an even greater lust.

  “This body…” he groans, leaning down and licking his lips. “It’s perfect.”

  I believe every word. I believe every moan in the back of my throat and every groan that falls from his lips. I slide his pants down over his ass, watching with wide eyes as his huge cock stands hard between us. He takes it into his fist and he moves it between my legs, purposefully stroking his tip against my swollen clit and my hips buck along with the grind.

  I suck on his tongue to try and silence my moans but it does little good. My body shakes with each firm rub he gives me, hurdling towards climax and I can barely breathe.

  He growls. “Just feeling your wet lips is gonna make me come all over you…”

  I laugh, overwhelmed with sensation. My voice dies. My blood boils. My muscles lock. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he shifts his rub just half an inch over and I tumble even faster towards oblivion. I grip his body to hold myself steady, barely able to contain the eruption inside of me.

  “Yes…” I manage to say, drawing a sly smile across his lips.

  I’m not sure what I’m saying yes to but if I had to guess, I’d say all of the above.

  Yes, I want to stay.

  Yes, I want him to taste me.

  Yes, I want to moan his name and hell yes, I want him to come all over me.

  Just yes.

  The stress of yesterday melts away. Darkness disappears in the light. There are no shadows in Vincent’s bed. No Irish mobsters waiting inside to slit my throat and bleed me dry. It’s all forgo
tten in an instant as pleasure breaks me down and I come hard with a fierce deluge between my thighs.

  I moan through my teeth, fighting the unstoppable twitching in my limbs as I dig my nails into his sides.

  He heaves a final breath, stroking his cock faster as he comes with me, spilling his seed onto my navel. We moan into each other, our tongues vibrating and bodies buzzing with endless need until we can’t take it anymore.

  I stare into his open eyes and he stares back into me, reflecting the same shocked expression as I have. “Whoa…”

  “Yeah…” he nods. “Whoa.”

  “That, uh… happened.”

  He laughs. “Yes, it did.” His eyes fall to my stained skin and he pushes himself up. “Let me get something to…”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  He stands up off the bed, pulling his pants up as he moves towards his bathroom across the room.

  I collapse against his pillows, feeling blissfully satisfied but stunningly confused. He didn’t even get inside of me but this was still the most blissfully erotic moment of my life and I say that without an ounce of hyperbole.

  Vincent returns with a towel and I feel him wipe it along my belly to clean me up.

  “Thanks,” I say, still staring at the ceiling.

  My eyes wander, taking in these new surroundings until they fall to that bottom bookshelf again next to the bed. Titles jump out at me. Homemade Booby Traps and Explosive Devices. Weapons of Domestic Warfare and—

  “Evey.”

  I look up at him, realizing that he’s been staring at my nude body the entire time. “Uhh…” I grab my blouse and pull it closed, feeling a rush of blood to my cheeks. “I should go.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” I say, sitting up. “You probably have a lot to do. I don’t want to keep you…”

  “It’s no problem,” he smiles.

  “Tell that to the great people of Boston that want their breakfast in a few hours,” I joke.

  He bends down and grabs my jeans off the floor to hand to me. “You might be right about that.”

  I slide my panties on and pull my jeans up, still feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Part of me wants to cover myself in shame but it’s quickly overwhelmed by the other, more satisfied, party. My lips smile all on their own as I button up my blouse.

  “What?” he asks, easily noticing.

  I clear my throat, forcing the grin down. “Nothing.”

  “This was nice.” He steps closer. “I wish we had more time.”

  “Well, timing is obviously not our thing.”

  He laughs. “We should fix that.”

  I nod. “Definitely.” My eyes slide over his bicep again, catching that inked ocean wave and anchor. “I like your tattoo.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Maybe next time you can tell me what it means?”

  “Maybe.”

  I push up onto my toes, stretching upward to kiss him and his fingers crawl over my cheek to hold me there. Our kiss is soft and slow, purposefully extended to give us as many moments as possible together before all of this ends.

  My nose tingles as we trek back downstairs, smelling those sweet smells and I smile with delight before we even reach the bottom.

  “I will never get tired of that smell,” I say.

  “I sure haven’t,” he says, snatching his shirt off the stairs and pulling it over his head.

  I pause by the back exit. “I guess I’ll see you later—”

  “Wait.” He motions for me to stop as he walks backward into the next room. A moment later he returns with the duffel bag and my chest clenches. “I told you I wouldn’t take this back.”

  I stare at the bag until he pushes it closer and forces me to take it. “Thank you,” I tell him.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “I promise I’ll find a way to pay you back…” I chuckle. “Someday, maybe…”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “But I will. That’s just who I am.”

  He smiles and cups my face again. “I know.”

  My spine tingles as he kisses me goodbye. His lips move against mine, cradling together like jigsaw pieces and butterflies knock my gut as he pulls away.

  “Goodnight, Evey,” he says.

  I smile. “Good morning, Vincent.”

  He smiles back at me and watches from the open doorway as I make my way to my car.

  Chapter 6

  Vincent

  Evey. It’s been hours since she left and I can still smell her, even over the dominating smells of sugary treats. I can still taste her, ever after three cups of strong coffee, and I’m not even sure the fourth one I’m preparing right now is going to banish her flavor.

  I don’t deserve her.

  I thought this was it for me. Just me and the bakery until the end of my days. I had my chance at a decent, normal life, and I blew it. I had my shot but, as Anna pointed out before, shit happens and it tends to happen to me.

  I never want anyone to get hurt again because of me and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her.

  But Evey is all I’ve ever wanted. She’s beautiful and strong. I look at her and I see possibility. I see a future for the first time in my life. Wife, kids. A real family…

  Shit. She spends ten minutes on my bed and I’ve gone straight to babies and minivans?

  What the hell am I thinking?

  “Hey, boss.”

  I blink out of it and look over at Monica standing by the cash register. “What?”

  “You’ve blown off like three customers,” she points out.

  “I have?” I scan the bakery. It’s nearly empty, with just a few people scattered around the tables near the front windows.

  “You’re lucky I’m here to smooth it over.” She twists to get a clear look at me. “What’s up?”

  “Nothing.” I spoon a little more sugar into my coffee mug and stir it up.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  Her eyes flick towards my mug on the counter. “Because you just added a shit-load of salt to your coffee…”

  “Oh…” I frown, shifting my gaze between the salt canister and the sugar cup beside it. “Shit.”

  She chuckles. “What’s gotten into you?”

  I turn around and dump the mug into the sink in the corner. “Nothing.”

  The entrance bell chimes and my ears twitch in that direction. My tongue salivates and my senses melt before I even see her walking inside.

  Evey.

  She makes eye contact with me but quickly glances at her feet as blood invades her cheeks.

  I bite my tongue, determined to make this encounter as natural as possible but I can’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous face. There’s something different about it this morning; something I’d be completely oblivious to if I hadn’t made her orgasm on my bed several hours ago. It’s pure bliss and satisfaction coating her eyes and influencing her stride. Over three-hundred and sixty-five mornings and I’ve never once seen her like this.

  She licks her lips, adding a subtle sheen to their pink color. I fight the urge to leap over the counter and lick them myself as she stops in front of the register. Her purse hangs over her shoulder and she clings tightly to the red duffel bag full of cash.

  “Hey,” she greets us.

  “Hey,” I say, instantly feeling Monica’s little eyes burning a hole through me. I spin away and grab the first large to-go cup off the stack to fill.

  Monica takes a step back and pretends to wipe down the counter while Evey awkwardly stands with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. I take a blueberry muffin from the case and set it down with the coffee in front of Evey and she smiles before handing me her money.

  “Thanks,” she says.

  I nod. “You’re welcome.”

  Evey turns around and bolts, moving fast towards the door and my eyes fall to her ass as it sways back and forth.

  Monica clears her throat. “Hey, boss—”r />
  “I’ll be upstairs,” I say quickly, sliding into the kitchen.

  Her laugh follows me. “Let me rephrase that question from before…” she says. “Who have you gotten into?”

  I turn to see her leaning against the door frame with her arms smugly crossed over her chest. “Excuse me?”

  She tilts her head. “I never thought I’d see the day…”

  “What day?”

  “The day when you finally went for it.”

  I keep a hard face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ll be upstairs.”

  “Oh, come on, Vincent…” She pushes off the door. “You’ve been weird all morning and the second she arrives—”

  “Monica.”

  “You think I haven’t noticed the extra blueberry muffin you make every morning and stash away just for her?”

  “She’s a regular customer,” I say, thinking fast. “We take care of our regulars.”

  Her brow pops. “I bet you did.” I stare her down and she drops her grin. “Sorry… but seriously, I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s great — and about time, too.”

  I turn away and grip the doorknob. “I’ll be—”

  “Upstairs,” she completes. “I heard you the first time, boss.”

  The door latches behind me and I pause halfway up the stairs. I had her, right here, with her legs spread wide and my tongue in her mouth. My cock twitches in my jeans, growing hard but I try to shake it off as I make my way upstairs.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  I strip down and throw on my shorts, eager to work off the lust burning through my veins.

  Chapter 7

  Evey

  I rush around the corner and pin my back against the outer wall of the bakery. My heart’s thumping so fast, a sweat breaks out along my brow. I take a large sip of coffee hoping to calm myself but that just gives me a nice jolt of caffeine.

  Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

  And he was eye-banging me pretty hard in there. There’s no way I’m misinterpreting that stare of his, especially after last night. I’d feel violated if it didn’t turn me on so much.