Crave

by Margaret McHeyzer

  She winds her body around, standing in front of me, completely exposed, and totally turned-on. “I’ll suck you off, Mr. Prez,” she leans in and purrs in my ear. “But only because I love you too.” She licks the shell of my ear, and draws her tongue down my jaw to my chin, where she sucks the scarred point into her mouth.

  Slowly she kisses and licks her way down my body. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of having her so close to me. But her words have caused a shudder to tear through my body.

  She loves me too. Why wouldn’t she?

  I can feel a smile tugging at my lips, but I try to hold it in.

  “Now that we’ve got that sorted, get on your knees and suck me with that beautiful mouth.”

  Her fingertips starts tracing over my abs, slowly moving down the ridges as she gracefully lowers herself to her knees. Her hot breath teases my cock; her eyes hold my gaze.

  I weave my hands in her hair, and guide her mouth to take my cock as far as she can take it. I want her to deep throat me, but I know she struggles with it.

  A raw desire hums between us, the heat radiating off our bodies is enough to add to the world’s climate control issue.

  Nix lowers her mouth and licks the head of my cock. All I want to do is grab her head and drive my cock hard between those pretty, pouty lips, hoping she starts gasping for air as spit drips out the side of her mouth.

  “Wait, sugar,” I say, suddenly wanting to taste her pussy.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, concerned.

  “Nothin’.” I hold my hand out for her, to help her get off the floor. “Come sit on my face. I wanna lick your pussy.”

  A gleam of delight passes over her entire body. Yeah, my girl wants me feasting on her pussy as she takes me in her mouth.

  I lie on my back on the bed, and motion for her to come to me. Ha! Hopefully she’ll come on me too.

  She lowers her sweet little pussy to my face, and instantly, I’m met with my favorite taste in the world–Phoenix’s arousal. God, when her pussy is wet like this, it’s damned torturous not being able to get my tongue deeper inside her.

  I wrap my hands around the top of her thighs, and force her down on my waiting mouth. My tongue goes straight for her needy, empty hole, licking her clit ring as I pass it.

  “Oh God,” she moans as she grinds her pussy into my face. My hands pull her further open, baring her mouth-watering wet slit to me.

  I trace my tongue around her hole, and she grinds down further onto me, trying to find the position that’ll set her off.

  “I’ll stop if you don’t start sucking me,” I mumble against her pussy.

  She lowers her head and her entire body warmth is laying on mine. Phoenix is propped up on one elbow and I feel her hand go around my cock as she squeezes; her breath is hot on my head and I feel the spit from the slight touch of her tongue.

  She’s teasing me, making me crave more of her mouth on me. I flex my hips up, while I flick her clit ring with my tongue.

  Her breathing sounds ragged as her hips keep rotating in small circles. Nix’s tongue slides the length of my cock, her hot breath connecting with my skin. She kisses my balls, then sucks them into her mouth. Nix grazes her teeth over my sac and my own pulse beats hard like a damn drum inside me.

  I extend my tongue as far into her slit as I can get it, and really hold her down on my face.

  “Ahhh, yeah,” she says around my balls.

  The vibration of her words send shock waves through my entire body, and I feel my balls begin to tighten as she keeps her mouth on them.

  Screw this shit, I want to be inside her.

  I lick her pussy once more and move her off my face.

  “Bend over the bed, sugar, I wanna take your ass,” I tell her as I roll off the bed and grab the lube from inside the second drawer.

  I watch Nix squirm and close her legs, trying to rub her clit with just the way she’s standing.

  “You make yourself come, and I’ll make your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week,” I say to her over my shoulder as I squirt some lube onto my hand and rub it over my dick.

  Smiling, she stands with her legs wide apart and leans her top half over the bed. “I wish I brought my Lelo with me,” she says, looking up at me with a dark, dangerous expression.

  “What would you do with a lemon?” I ask her, while I watch Nix pinch her nipples and pull them out.

  “Lelo,” she corrects me, “is the best vibrator in the world,” she says.

  Fuck me!

  My girl is hot.

  I stride over to her, and push her head down onto the bed, immobilizing her so she can’t do much but take what I’m just about to give her.

  I line my cock up with her ass, just pressing the head inside. She’s so tight, it’s taken every spark of control inside me not to ram my cock deep inside her.

  “Wait,” she moans. “Let me get used to you.”

  I can feel her hole trying to push against me. She’s taking deep breaths and trying to adjust around me. I push in a little more, and instantly she relaxes on my cock.

  “That feels so good. Push in further,” she says as she moves back toward me.

  I can’t help but let her head go, and spread her ass cheeks apart so I can plunge further into her.

  Looking down at where we’re both joined as one is the sexiest sight I’ve seen since looking up into Phoenix’s pussy a few minutes ago.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I eagerly say.

  My hands hold her inviting little ass cheeks open and I begin to thrust in and out of her. Taking my cock to the very edge of her rim, before pushing in with force; going deep and hard.

  “How do we look?” she asks as she grinds her hips back into my groin, taking me deeper into her ass.

  “Fuckin’ hot, I want my phone so I can record it.”

  “Get it,” she says, surprising me.

  My jeans are on the floor beside us. I lean over and grab my phone out of the pocket and turn the camera on, setting it to record.

  “Hold your ass open, sugar, I wanna get in good and close,” I instruct her.

  Phoenix’s hands come around the back and she spreads her ass, ready for me to fuck her hard.

  I slide into her with ease and start pounding into her, my hips are met with hers and my thrusts are hard and fast.

  The room has that hot aroma of sex coating us. My balls are making that wicked slapping sound against her pussy and she’s moaning and telling me to ram into her harder.

  Who knew she’d be so damn horny, needing my cock as much as I need her pussy? As much as I need her.

  Nix tightens her hole as I slide out, and the feeling alone is nearly my undoing.

  “Do it again,” I say, trying to keep my eyes open so I can continue recording.

  “Hmmm,” she hums, clearly enjoying this.

  My thrusts are getting harder and deeper, my body ravaging Nix’s, taking what I want from her, but also giving her what she needs.

  My heart starts to pound and my pulse quickens. Sweat beads and rolls down the back of my neck. I throw the phone onto the bed and hook my right arm under Nix’s leg, lifting it so I can get further inside her.

  “Oh God,” she barely manages to say.

  We smash our bodies together. My chest lets out a ferocious roar as I slam into her, attacking her ass with my cock.

  “Oh God,” she moans again. Her voice is fierce with greed.

  Our movements are frenzied, intense, coated with a raw, impassioned heat.

  We’re both letting out our own raspy sounds as we gasp for air.

  “Kiss me, sugar,” I say between heaves for breath.

  She straightens her back, as I hold her leg up, Nix clutches on to me, knowing I’ll never let her fall. She turns her head and drowns me in the sexiest, most intoxicating kiss I’ve ever had.

  She bites on my bottom lip, and tightens her ass – simultaneously.

  “I’m gonna come,” I say, continuing to pump into her.
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  She snakes a hand around the back of my neck and brings me in closer, my chest flush with her back.

  My left hand goes straight for her clit ring, and I flick it.

  “Ahhh,” she cries into my mouth, as her hips move urgently with mine.

  I flick her ring again, and slide two fingers into her pussy and make small circles with my thumb.

  “It feels so good. Keep going, I’m so close,” she declares.

  I drive my cock into her while ravishing Nix’s pouty lips.

  I slam into her once, almost propelling her forward.

  “Ahhh.”

  I smash our bodies together again.

  “Yeah,” she mumbles.

  And on the third ram, I come so hard.

  Her pussy sucks my fingers in, and her ass contracts around my cock. My mouth on hers suffocates the cries of pleasure coming from her. Her body trembles as I hold her, wet with a sheen of sweat.

  I stay inside her, not wanting this feeling to end. Not wanting to leave the warmth my girl is givin’ me.

  Phoenix’s lips stay on mine, until she moves and turns in my arms.

  “I love you,” she says as she runs her hands through my hair.

  I step back, looking into her blazing blue eyes. “I’ll never stop wanting you. I’d rather fight with you than fuck another chick. Marry me.”

  She smirks at me, rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “You’re an idiot,” she says and waltzes into the bathroom.

  For God sakes, what’s not romantic about that proposal?

  Grit: Epilogue

  Six months later

  “Where are we going?” Phoenix asks as she swings her leg over the Harley and hugs me around the waist. We’ve been traveling for a couple of days now, taking some time for ourselves.

  “Somewhere,” I say, starting the bike up. “Put your helmet on.”

  “Yes Mr. Bossy. What’s your problem? You’ve been cranky lately.”

  “If you agreed to marry me then I wouldn’t be so damned ‘cranky’,” I say, making a stupid face at her.

  She chuckles and puts the helmet on.

  We take off down the road. The ride to get where we’re going takes about an hour.

  Her arms don’t leave my waist, and I like her being this close to me.

  When we get down to the Strip, I park the bike and get off, holding my hand out to Nix.

  “What are we doing in Vegas?” she asks. Her eyes go up the side of the Wynn as she takes in the sight. “More specifically, why are we at the Wynn?”

  “Because we’re spending the night here.”

  “Why?” She gets off the bike and holds my hand.

  “Just because. Do I need a fucking reason to take my girl out?”

  “Really? After all these months, you’re still calling me ‘your girl’? I’m a damned woman, Jaeger.”

  I snicker at her, knowing how pissed off she gets when I say certain shit to her. “Whatever, Red. Just get your ass inside.” I tug on her hand and lead her into the reception area.

  The young chick behind the counter looks up at us approaching, and she does a quick double take, looking between Nix and me.

  “Good afternoon. Welcome to the Wynn. Do you have a reservation?” she asks as she eye-fucks me and ignores Nix.

  I roll my eyes at her, “Yeah under the name of Dalton,” I say. Her shoulders drop and her eyes immediately leave mine as she starts tapping on her keyboard.

  She looks up at me and smiles, “Very good, sir. Everything’s set as you requested, here’s your key card.” She slides the room access card across the counter and smiles.

  Before she can say anything else that may let Nix on to what’s happening, I take the key and turn, starting to walk away.

  “Your room is the one on the left,” the chick calls from behind me. Good, she’s keeping her mouth shut, not to give anything away.

  “I know where I’m going.”

  Phoenix doesn’t know, but I booked the entire top floor. I want it to be just us, no one listening to her screams and getting aroused from them, no one to know what the hell I have in store for my girl.

  Tonight, it’s just her and me and no one else.

  I lead her through the alcove of greenery and brightly colored flowers to the lift that will take us up to our floor.

  “This is beautiful,” she says, taking in the sights around us. She stops at a flower, holds it gently between her hands and inhales deeply. Her eyes close and as she savors the aroma coming from the pink flower.

  When we get to the top floor, I lead her to the room and slide my card in, waiting for the door to open.

  The moment it opens, I step to the side and let Phoenix go inside first.

  “Oh my God,” she says as she’s bombarded with hundreds of tiny flickering candles. They’re everywhere. There are rose petals spread all over the floor and the bed and the drapes are closed so the room is dark. But the light of the candles gives off a perfect illumination.

  She steps further into the room and stands perfectly still, looking around. She clasps a hand to her mouth as her eyes travel the room.

  Chocolates are on the table, with a bottle of Bollinger Grande waiting for us, strawberries arranged in an appetizing way on a silver platter and vases of long stemmed red roses are placed on every flat surface in the room.

  She swings around to look at me, and I’m on one knee holding a ring out to her, waiting for her eyes to find me.

  “Oh,” she says as her eyes leak tears. Though behind the hand that’s clasped to her mouth, I can see her smiling.

  She’s happy, which makes me happy.

  “I don’t do romance, Phoenix. I can’t give you this shit all the time, ‘cause it don’t make sense to me. What does make sense though, is us. You and me, we balance the other out. I love you, and I want you to marry me.” I pause ‘cause she’s crying.

  “We make sense?” she asks as she kneels down so we’re looking in each other’s eyes.

  “You’re the only thing that I know is real, and I need you with me. I need to know that you’ll never leave and I need you to know that I’ll fight for you until the day I stop breathing.”

  Phoenix smiles and leans in to kiss me. Her kiss is slow, careful and gentle. But she still hasn’t given me an answer.

  “Tell me, Nix. Tell me you want to be my wife.”

  She peppers kisses up my jaw, reaching my ear she stops kissing me, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck. “Yes,” she whispers.

  I jump up, grab her hand, and head toward the door.

  “Where are we going now?” she asks as I’m tugging her behind me.

  “The Little White Chapel is two miles down the road. Sarge and Milina are waiting for us.”

  She pulls on my hand to stop me, and for a fleeting second I think I’m in for a new argument from her.

  “Milina’s here?” she asks.

  “Yeah, sugar, and they’re waitin’ for us.”

  She leaps into my arms and kisses me, intensely and furiously.

  “I can’t wait to say ‘I do’,” she whispers in my ear.

  My body reacts to her words. My cock starts getting hard and suddenly I can’t wait ‘til she’s my wife.

  “We come straight back here and you drop to your knees,” I say to her as I push the down button at the elevator.

  The doors open and she steps inside, a huge, fuckin’ cheeky smile on her face, and her eyes filled with lust.

  “I mean it, Nix. I want my cock inside your mouth.”

  The doors close and she turns to me, leaning up against the elevator wall. Her eyes flicker to me and she bites on her lower lip.

  “You’re an idiot.”

  The End

  “I’m not gonna be known as Phoenix Dalton.”

  “Whatever, Red. Tonight. On your knees.”

  “You really are an idiot.”

  “On your knees…please?”

  Chef Pierre: Prologue

  “You do understand the openi
ng here is for the maître d’?” Angus, the owner of Table One, asks me.

  “Oh, I thought it was for wait staff,” I reply as I smooth my pencil skirt down my legs. Fidgeting, I look around his office. It’s clean and tidy with a few papers in his out tray.

  “I was particularly impressed with your resume, Holly. You’ve been in restaurant management positions before, and I think you could handle this,” Angus says, returning my attention to him.

  “I’ve not been in the industry for a few years, so it would probably take some time for me to get back into the swing of things. I’m not sure I’m the person you need for maître d’,” I answer as honestly as I can.

  It wouldn’t be fair to them, for me to take on such an important role, given I’ve been out of the industry for seven years.

  “If I didn’t think you’d be able to handle the job, I wouldn’t have said anything to begin with. But with your extensive experience, you could bloom here,” he says as he sits back in his chair. “I took the liberty of asking our head chef to drop on in to introduce himself, and perhaps you can see for yourself who you would be working with.”

  Wow – talk about getting thrown in the deep end. I applied for a simple wait staff job and he’s trying to talk me into taking the maître d’ position.

  Wait, why is there no maître d’ here? Table One was awarded a Michelin star, only to lose it within the last twelve months. A red flag is waving in my mind.

  “The head chef?” I ask, slightly curious to meet the man I might be working with. Truthfully, I should probably have done some research on the restaurant, more than just seeing it was awarded and stripped of its Michelin star.

  “Yes, Pierre LeRoux. Have you heard of him?” he’s challenging me, to see how much I know about Pierre LeRoux.

  And holy shit, have I heard of Pierre.

  His reputation as an arrogant arse precedes him; I’ve heard horror story upon horror story about him. He’s made both his female and male sous chefs cry. The wait staff hates him, and the turnover at this restaurant is incredibly high.

  There are also rumours about his personal life, though other than his wife’s death four years ago, I’ve not really paid attention to anything else I’ve read or heard.