Pleasured By You

by Steph Nuss

  “It’s not until April.”

  “Good deal,” I said, resting my head on his arm.

  Fletcher and I sat there like that for a while, listening to the music filter through the house’s sound system. Most of the songs he’d picked for the party were songs currently on the radio, with the exception of some older slow songs here and there. When K-Ci & JoJo’s “Crazy” came on, I furrowed my brows and smiled up at him. “Why did you put this on the playlist?”

  “For us,” he answered, taking my hand. He lifted me off the couch, and his other hand gripped my hip and pulled me in close. Slowly, he danced us around the living room to the song, lip-syncing the lyrics as we moved.

  Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I feel like a teenager again.”

  “And I bet you still know all the words, too,” he teased.

  “I do.” I started lip-syncing with him, and we continued slow dancing to a song from our youth that reminded me so much of the man standing before me. Memories from all of our times spent together flashed through my mind, one after the other, from New Year’s to now. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t drive me crazy that I had so many memories of him. I never expected to let him in this far, to relinquish control and break all of my rules for him. I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t like it, because I did; I liked everything about him.

  Once the song ended and another came on, Fletcher stopped moving and pressed a kiss into my hair.

  “We should probably start cleaning up now,” I mumbled, wrinkling my nose at the idea.

  “I have a better idea,” he said, taking my hand in his.

  Walking me into the kitchen, he shot me a naughty smile that made my stomach clench. Whenever he looked at me like that, I lost all control over my body and handed him the reigns. “How about I clean while you cook us something to eat?”

  “Okay,” I agreed, eying him suspiciously. “What’s with the naughty look then?”

  “I have a gift upstairs in the bedroom I want you to go put on.”

  “A gift?”

  “Yeah,” he said, playfully running his eyes over my body. “After all, I promised you an orgasm in the kitchen.”

  “Yes, you did.” I peered back at him as a throb pulsated between my legs at the thought of us doing dirty, pleasurable things in this kitchen. I started toward the stairs, but he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

  “Oh, and Bayler,” he stated arrogantly. “I want you to be wearing only my gift when you return.”

  Shaking my head, I glared at him. “It better not be something weird.”

  “It’s not,” he promised, and then he smacked my ass and shooed me up the stairs. “Go. Put. It. On.”

  Rushing up the stairs, I turned into the hall and ran into his room. On the bed was a short, sexy red apron embellished in red lace and nothing else. My heart hammered inside my chest as I started to undress. I’d never really dressed up in anything special for a guy before, so the fact that Fletcher bought me something so sensual and wanton to wear for him turned me on. I had no qualms about baring it all around him, especially since this was just sex between us, but I secretly loved that he bought something we both would enjoy.

  I slipped my last article of clothing off and reached for the apron. It had two red silk ties that went around my neck and my waist. Tying the first one around my neck, I looked down at myself and noticed that the top portion was just wide enough to keep my girls from falling out the sides. I had some serious side boobage on display, but as I glanced into his mirror, I couldn’t help smiling at the sight of it because I knew he’d love it. Reaching for the second set of strings, I tied them around my waist in the back, making sure it was tight enough so it didn’t appear baggy on me but loose enough so that Fletcher could easily untie me later. The bottom of the apron hit low enough to cover my who-ha, but my ass was on full display with a red bow knotted above it. Before leaving, I gave myself another once-over in the mirror.

  I looked fucking hot, standing completely naked except for this red scrap of lacy material that covered my front. The silky material felt so soft and luxurious against my warm flesh, further spurring my arousal. The kitchen orgasm couldn’t come soon enough.

  Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I made my way down the stairs. I tried to move quietly so that I could surprise him, but I was too excited to see his expression.

  When I entered the room again, he looked up from the living room and stared back at me in amazement. His jaw was slightly open, a dumbstruck expression masking his face, and the blues of his eyes grew darker the longer he gawked.

  Heading into the kitchen, I smiled back at him with the same devious look he’d given me minutes ago. “What would you like to eat?”

  “Besides you?” he asked, rounding the corner of the island.

  “Besides me,” I repeated, running my gaze over him.

  He stalked behind me, the heat from his eyes warming me to the core and instantly causing my thighs to brush together for relief. “God, you look fucking amazing.”

  My nipples pebbled at the sound of his voice, so arousingly deep that it feathered over every one of my erogenous zones. When his hand skated down the middle of my back, I had to bite back the moan that wanted to escape from my throat. His touch felt so good, just like it always did, but right now in the middle of his kitchen, I had to hold onto the island just to keep from falling back into his arms.

  Placing his hands on my hips, he skimmed his fingers up to my breasts and flushed his body with mine so I could feel his erection through his shorts. “Ever since you started working for me at the bakery, I’ve wanted you in something like this.”

  “You’re not a fan of the white chef jackets?” I teased, tilting my head to the side.

  “Fuck no,” he growled, nipping my neck. “And the saleslady suggested a matching thong to go with it, but I told her it wouldn’t be necessary.” Taking my nipples between his fingertips, he rolled them and teased. I arched into his palms, begging him for more. With his lips next to my ear, his breath hot and heady, he asked, “What do you think?”

  “I think I want you to fuck me in this,” I answered honestly, as his lips came down on my neck.

  “I will.” He lightly smacked my ass, and then he went back into the living room to finish cleaning. “Make something quick for us to eat, and I’ll finish cleaning.”

  “Okay.” I nearly ran after him and tackled him to the floor, but instead I opened the refrigerator, studied its contents and let the cool air calm me down. Grabbing a package of bacon and a stack of cheese, I shut the door. I quickly got a pan on the stove, threw in some olive oil, and started to make us grilled cheese sandwiches stuffed with bacon.

  Once I finished, I placed the plate of sandwiches on the island along with two place settings. Fletcher was almost finished with the last of the lights, so I cleaned up what I could in the kitchen and then took a seat on the cool, metal barstool. Sipping the screwdriver I’d made, I watched him as he worked. His back was fully exposed. He had taken off his shirt, probably hot from the exertion of cleaning, so I had a perfect view of his muscles.

  “Dinner ready?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

  “Mhmm,” I answered, admiring the way the sweat trickled down his back.

  He turned around with a handful of lights in his arms. “I’m going to take these to the garage. I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be right here,” I said, smiling.

  He left, and I eyed my sandwich, more than ready to sink my teeth into it. I’d snacked on bacon and pieces of cheese while I cooked, but that was no longer holding me over.

  When he came back in, wiping his face and body off with a towel, I patted the barstool next to me. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

  He sat down and smiled at me, taking in my whole outfit again and running a hand up my thigh. “What’d you make?”

  “Bacon grilled cheese sandwiches,” I said, picking one off the pile. I sunk my teeth into it and groaned loudly. “It’s s
o good.”

  I had a hunger that needed to be quenched; I didn’t care that I was talking with my mouth full.

  Fletcher chuckled, and finally took a bite out of his sandwich. “That is good.”

  “You can’t go wrong with bacon,” I said, handing him his screwdriver. “I also made drinks.”

  He eyed the yellow substance carefully and then sniffed it. “You made screwdrivers?”

  “With whiskey,” I answered, rolling my eyes at him. He only drank Jack, so I knew better than to make anything with vodka.

  He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you!”

  “You’re welcome.”

  We continued to eat in comfortable silence until three sandwiches were gone. While we ate, Fletcher kept one hand on my thigh, reigniting my arousal with every graze of his thumb over my skin. Now, he was looking at me like he wanted dessert.

  “Do you want help with the dishes?” He stared back at me and bit his bottom lip playfully.

  God, I love it when he bites his lip like that.

  “Sure,” I said, standing from my seat. He followed me to the other side of the island and caged me in against the sink. “What are you—”

  “Trust me,” he answered, trailing a line of kisses down my neck. The trail continued down my spine until he got to the curve of my ass where he cupped both cheeks in his hands. “Spread your legs apart.”

  Opening them, my legs slightly shook from nerves until his hands touched my thighs and he parted them further.

  “Perfect,” he said, dropping down to the floor.

  I gazed down between the island and me and found Fletcher with his back against the island, his legs stretched out in front of him, appearing completely satisfied with himself. “I thought you were going to help?”

  “Oh, I am,” he said, his eyes focused on my who-ha. He placed his hands back on my thighs and pulled me toward him.

  “You’re going to?”

  “Yep.” He smiled like he’d just won the lottery as his hands skated higher.

  I gaped. “While I’m?”

  “Screw the dishes,” he grunted, laying a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Focus on my mouth.”

  “Ohmigawd,” I whispered, white-knuckling the countertop.

  He kissed my pussy and then ran his tongue through my folds, eliciting a depraved moan from me. Clearly, I was in need of a little dessert myself. One of his hands gripped my hip underneath the apron while the other hand parted me. When he dove in, I screamed at the onslaught of sensations his mouth delivered, lapping and sucking, teasing and fucking me until I was a writhing mess barely standing above him. He pushed a couple of fingers into me and continued to fuck me as his thumb fiddled my clit, playing me like the masterful sex god he was.

  His fingers beckoned me closer to the edge of ecstasy, but just as I peeked over the fringe, he pulled them out and replaced them with his tongue. He licked me again, devouring me like I was the greatest dessert he’d ever tasted.

  “Yes!” I shouted, rocking against him. “Right there, Fletch. Right. There.”

  He groaned at my words and sped up his pace.

  “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” I moved my hips faster, recklessly chasing after an excruciating release. My legs gave out from underneath me, too shaky and uncertain to work on their own, and I clutched the counter with both hands to break my fall. Fletcher caught my legs and held me up to his mouth, swirling his tongue into me and sucking my clit in between his teeth to finish what he started.

  “Almost there,” I cried, shutting my eyes. Pleasure was literally sitting on the edge of his tongue.

  He buried his tongue deeper and sensations pierced through me, sharp and fast, like a knife swiftly cutting through cake and ruining it forever. No matter how hard I tried, I knew, after this, I’d never be able to piece myself back into the same woman I was before I put this damn apron on. With my pulse racing, I tightened my grip on the counter and shuddered against him, crying out his name over and over again, completely at the mercy of his hands, mouth and tongue as he relentlessly licked every bit of me.

  When I could finally focus again, I slid down the front of him, boneless and weak, grasping the back of his neck. “What are you doing to me?”

  He chuckled against my skin as he kissed my shoulder. “Making damn sure I’m your biggest weakness.”

  I laughed lightly and pulled back to smile at him. “I don’t have weaknesses.”

  “Sweetheart,” he stated, running his hands up my sides. “You just went weak in the knees while I fucked you with my mouth.”

  “That’s not the same thing.”

  “We all have weaknesses.” He started untying the strings to the apron meticulously, and then stripped the silky red lace from my body. “Let me be yours.”

  “I think I’ll need another orgasm before I can make my decision,” I said, wiggling my hips against his hard-on. “If I’m going to have a downfall, I want to make sure it’s a good one.”

  Grabbing my hips, he tackled me down to the kitchen floor and hovered over me, wearing a wickedly handsome smile and pressing his rigid length against me. “You know I’m good.”

  “Prove it.”

  And he did. Twice. For a total of three kitchen orgasms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  One Month Later

  The time had finally come. The summer was nearly over, which meant skate night at Jones Jym would be coming to end. Tonight was the bout of all bouts, the chance for the Lucky Lolitas to once again claim the roller derby league title. All they had to do was beat the Rosie Rollers.

  Both teams held the same records going into tonight. We’d lost to the Derby Dolls a few weeks ago, and the Rosie Rollers had lost to us just seven days ago. I was almost positive the lost still stung, since Bayler and I couldn’t even talk about roller derby without getting into a yelling match. She wanted this league title bad, especially after losing to us by only two points, and at this point, I wanted her to have it.

  I didn’t care if my team won. Sure, in the past, it was fun to watch the girls crush another team and celebrate afterwards. But now that the other team consisted of the woman I was sleeping with and others who were my best friends, I didn’t really give a shit if we won. I hadn’t really cared all summer.

  All I cared about was the jammer for the Rosie Rollers. She’d been my focus this summer, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want some stupid roller derby championship, a win or a loss, to come between us.

  As Cash announced the girls, I walked over to Carter inside the rink and reached out my hand.

  “No hard feelings tonight,” he said, smiling, shaking my hand.

  “Yeah, be sure to tell your girls that,” I replied, knowing it wasn’t just Bayler who wanted this win. Elly, Paige and Tessa would likely have my balls if they lost to us again. It’d been one miserable, awkward past week in our circle of friends.

  Carter laughed. “I’ll give them the memo.”

  My girls took our bench as the Rosie Rollers skated out and the crowd went wild, cheering and slapping their hands as the girls blew by. Gazing at the full house in the stands, my palms grew sweaty. This was always the most anticipated bout of the summer. All the other teams we’d already beat were in the stands watching now with most of their fans in tow. I heard Cash start in on the rules of roller derby as the girls skated over to Carter and me.

  “Shouldn’t you be over there?” Elly asked smugly, pointing to the other bench.

  Bayler skated up beside me with a competitive gleam in her eyes.

  “Okay, guys,” Carter said, trying to ease the tension. “It’s just a game.”

  “It’s not just a game!” Elly exclaimed, roweling the rest of the team as they turned their glares onto him.

  I leaned into Bayler, who appeared calm and collected, and placed my hand on the small of her back. “Good luck.”

  “You guys better not go easy on us,” she replied, gazing over at my girls.

  “We won’t.” I ga
ve her a light squeeze on the hip before heading back to my bench.

  The next sixty minutes couldn’t end soon enough.

  ***

  Taking my spot on the jammer line, I took in Bodacious Beth, the jammer for the Lolitas. She was taller than me by a couple of inches, which gave her more stride when she skated, but I was smaller and quicker. She had her long brown hair tucked out of her face and cascading down her back underneath her black helmet. Makeup covered her face and she smiled and winked at different guys in the stands, gearing up to give them a show. She made me sick.

  The last time we played them, she barely said anything to me. She’d shoot me glares here and there or throw a temper tantrum whenever her teammates failed to block for her. So, I was expecting the same kind of behavior from her tonight.

  What I wasn’t expecting was Fletcher. He acted like he didn’t want to win at all, which kind of pissed me off because I didn’t want him handing us the championship. I wanted to earn that sonofabitch.

  “He’s going to get bored of you,” I heard from beside me.

  Snapping my head to the right, I scowled. “What?”

  Beth’s surgically plumped lips pulled up into a nasty smirk as she nodded toward Fletcher. “Fletcher isn’t a one-woman man. I’m surprised you’ve kept his attention this long. When it comes to women, he has the attention span of a gnat.”

  “What makes you think I have his attention at all?” I retorted casually, adjusting my left elbow pad. I knew what she was doing, and she’d have to dig much deeper to throw me off my game, especially where Fletcher was concerned. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was, in his terms, just my fuck buddy.

  “He’s been watching you all summer,” she scoffed, in a catty voice. She rolled her eyes at me and huffed. “Why? I don’t know. You’re not anything special. My guess is he’s probably just using you for sex.”

  “Probably,” I said, nodding sarcastically as I knelt down into my stance.

  The whistle blew, and the pack of blockers ahead of us took off.

  “Along with every other woman in Manhattan,” she muttered, stooping beside me.