by Adams, S. C.
“Take me, baby,” Nate growls. “I know you can, you’re so fucking wet and tight. Aw, fuck.”
Nate’s thrusts get faster and more frantic. He keeps one hand holding my wrists above my head but slides the other between our bodies to stroke my pulsing clit and I cry out again, bucking against his palm.
It doesn’t take long for my climax to come, and when it does, ecstasy rolls over me in waves, hot jets of pussy cream sliding out onto his palm.
“Yes, sweetheart, come for me,” he urges, stroking my hard nub before giving it a pinch. My insides tighten around his stiff rod but still, he pummels in and out with passionate thrusts.
Finally, after just a few more seconds, Nate buries himself deep within me and groans, emptying his load. Oh god, there’s so much. He spurts again and again, that hot masculine batter filling up my sweet cavern. I cry out as well, loving the sensation. Will I ever be able to get enough of this man?
“So amazing,” he pants as we come down from a sex-induced high. “I’ll never get tired of being inside of you, sweetheart. Your twat was made just for me.”
“I’ll never get tired of having you inside of me,” I reply honestly. “And yes, I think it was made for you.”
Those blue eyes flash.
“You know it,” he growls before tweaking my clit once more and making me gasp.
“Fuck you’re responsive,” is his appreciative murmur, looking down at his palm that’s slick with female juices. “I should add this into the batter for a new cake,” he adds mischievously. “Alyssa’s Apple Cake.”
“Oh you,” I say, swatting his shoulder playfully. But inside, I’m titillated. A cake with my personal juices as a key ingredient? Disgusting, dirty, and depraved … and yet I adore the idea.
“I know you want it,” Nate intimates dangerously before leaning forwards to kiss me once more. “Come on. We’ve gotta get out of here before anyone realizes we’re gone.”
I nod. As much as I’d love to stay hidden in this closet with Nate for the rest of the night, I know he’s right. My man takes his wet palm and slicks the juices off on his dick, leaving the deep purple pole shiny and wet. The sight transfixes me, but he throws me another dirty grin.
“That’s where your cream belongs,” he rasps. “I’ll get back to it later, when everyone’s not looking for us.”
And with a helpless sigh, I straighten my clothes, trying desperately not to feel aroused all over again. But such is life. We have to get back to the crowd – this is his grand opening, after all.
“Shall we?” Nate asks, holding out his arm.
“Let’s go,” I reply. Together, we walk back into the dining room. Everyone is seated, so we find our table.
Nate pulls out my chair and I sit down. A few people look our way, but no one seems to suspect the quickie we just enjoyed in the storage room.
No one except one familiar face whose eyes burn with anger.
Samantha stares at us like she knows our deepest darkest secrets … and she’s not afraid to use them.
13
Nathaniel
One month later …
“You all did great today,” I say to the class. “Clean up your stations and head out. I’ll see you next week. Enjoy your weekend!”
The kitchen comes alive with students rushing to clean their dishes and put everything away. Technically, we still have an hour left of class, but I wasn’t lying: everyone did do great today. They deserve an extra hour of their weekend. Next week, class gets tougher, so hopefully the early release today makes up for the brutal work I’m putting them through when we get back.
One student takes longer than the others to clean up. I busy myself with papers as the rest of the class filed out.
“You know, Miss Hall, this would go faster if you actually tried cleaning the dishes.”
Alyssa laughs. “It would go even faster if you helped me.”
I saunter over to her workstation. Samantha cleaned up her side of the kitchen and was one of the first to leave. She’s been surprisingly complacent since my restaurant opening. I’d guess my warning earlier that day got to her head. She doesn’t want to be on my bad side.
At the sink, I grab the sprayer from its holster. “I’ll rinse.”
“Okay,” she says without looking up. She’s going to regret that.
Alyssa hands me the pot she’s just finished scrubbing but instead of spraying it, I spray her.
“Hey!” she laughs. “No messes in the kitchen.”
“It’s my kitchen,” I tease. “I can make a mess if I want.”
I spray her again and she squeals. “Now you’ve done it!”
Alyssa grabs her sponge and tosses it at me, suds and all. The rectangle hits my chef’s jacket and falls to the tile floor, leaving a wet outline on my clothes.
In response, I spray her again then take a few quick steps towards her. The floor is slippery from our water fight, so my foot flies out from under me and I land on the tile with a thunk.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Alyssa cries. She tries to help me, but slips herself and lands on top of me.
“I am now,” I say. I lift my head to kiss her gently. She sighs and melts against me.
“I wish we could stay like this.”
“Finish cleaning up and we can go back to my house. We’ll make dinner, and maybe watch a movie. It’ll be like the floor, but more comfortable I promise.”
Alyssa giggles.
“I like that plan. It won’t take me much longer. I was wasting time until the rest of the class left.”
“I figured. Now get to it!”
I help Alyssa clean up without making any more of a mess. The custodian who comes in after class is going to wonder what happened in this station. I mop the floor as best I can with paper towels, but he’ll still have to finish the job.
Once we’re done, I lead Alyssa to the small lot hidden behind the school. Only employees are allowed to park back here and it’s protected by an attendant. Normally, I would take the train to work, but I had something else in mind today.
“It’s a beautiful afternoon,” I say. “Why don’t we go to the beach?”
“I’m not dressed for the beach!”
I shoot her a grin.
“You’re dressed perfectly, honey. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
She agrees and hops into the front seat of my car. I wish I’d brought one of the convertibles today. I’ll have to remember that for next time.
My hand rests on Alyssa’s knee the entire drive to a secluded beach I’ve been visiting for years. It’s completely deserted today; perfect for a romantic getaway.
Alyssa takes off her sensible kitchen shoes and tosses them on the car floor. Without waiting for me, she jogs to the sand and stands with her arms open to catch the chilly wind coming off the sound.
“This is beautiful,” she says when I join her. “Do you come here often?”
“When I need to think,” I admit. “It’s relaxing out here, don’t you think?”
She falls against my side. “I love it. I could stay here forever.”
Forever, it turns out, is only an hour. The sun begins to set, turning the temperature from bearable to frigid quickly.
“Shall we go back to my place? I have some salmon steaks we can prepare.”
Her expression eager.
“I haven’t had good salmon since I left Maine.”
“Well, we have to change that,” I tell her. “Let’s go.”
Alyssa looks completely at home in my mansion. She immediately opens the fridge and gathers ingredients for our dinner like she’s been living here for years.
I love the familiarity.
“Can you get the asparagus ready for grilling?” I ask her, handing over the produce bag.
She grabs the vegetable chopping board and trims the asparagus. After, she tosses them with oil and seasoning and places them on the in-laid grill top near the stove.
“Don’t burn yourself,” I joke.
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�Don’t cut off a finger!” she retaliates. We both laugh and continue joking with each other until the vegetables are done. It’s refreshing to have Alyssa treat me like a regular person, even when we’re in the kitchen. She makes it easy to forget about my celebrity chef status.
As soon as she pulls her asparagus from the grill, I bring over the tray of salmon steaks I seasoned. “We need to make the mustard sauce.”
Alyssa dumps ingredients into the bowl while I whisk. I separate half of the sauce into another container to save for after the steaks cook. The rest will be basted over the meat while it grills.
She dips a pinky into the bowl and tastes it, groaning when the sauce touches her tongue.
“You have to try this,” she says. She double dips her pinky, only because it’s just the two of us here, and holds it up for me to taste.
I gently suck her pinky to take in the mustard dressing.
“Perfect,” I say, licking my lips. Our eyes remain locked. If we’re not careful, we won’t be eating dinner tonight. I would happily take Alyssa right here on the kitchen counter.
Her rumbling stomach breaks the moment. I guess we should probably eat before we get carried away.
“Let’s get these babies going,” I say.
Salmon steaks don’t take long to cook, so Alyssa busies herself with plating the asparagus and pouring glasses of wine.
My phone chimes on the table. David is texting me about a property I’ve been looking into. The price just dropped, and I need to act fast.
Small arms wrap around my waist. Alyssa lays her head on my shoulder. “Who are you texting?”
“No one,” I say quickly. “The steaks are done.”
She eyes me warily. About a week after we started dating, Alyssa asked me about Jasmine, the girl she’d seen me with that night at my restaurant. I explained to her that Jasmine was a hired model, and Alyssa accepted it then. Every once in a while, I see doubt creep onto her face like she’s wondering if I pulled something over on her. I wish I could reassure her, but what I’m working on with David is a secret that she can’t know about just yet.
“Come on, let’s eat in the living room. We can put on a movie.”
Sighing, Alyssa takes her plate and wine and sits in front of the TV. She flips through the channels until she finds a superhero action movie that just started. We settle in to watch.
Throughout the movie, I keep texting David for updates on the building. In exchange, I let him know how my relationship with Alyssa is progressing.
We’ve only been together for a month, but Alyssa is different than any woman I’ve ever been with. She’s funny, sweet, beautiful, and talented in the kitchen. If I were to settle down, it would be with Alyssa.
That’s why David is buying this new building for me in the city. I’m going to open a restaurant and name it after Alyssa. Once she graduates from my class, I’ll turn it over to her. She can design the restaurant, change the décor, and make it her own.
Every time my phone dings, Alyssa looks over. I should tell her I’m talking to my financial advisor, not some woman, but then she might ask what David wants and I won’t be able to keep the secret. It’s important that she not find out before everything is settled. What if I got her hopes up and lost the building? She would be so disappointed.
“How are you liking class so far?” I ask.
“It’s good,” she responds shortly. She pointedly turns up the volume on the TV.
Not to be deterred, I try again. “Are you enjoying the city? I know you haven’t gotten to see all the sights you’ve wanted to. Why don’t we do some touristy things this weekend?”
“I don’t know, Nate,” she sighs.
“Is everything okay?”
My phone rings with another text, but this time I switch it off. I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with Alyssa by checking it right now.
Seeing me ignore the phone seems to loosen her up. Maybe it proved that she’s more important than the person on the other end? If only she knew how true that is. David is a great guy, a great employee, and an amazing friend, but he doesn’t hold a candle to Alyssa. She’s the best thing to have ever happened to me.
“Everything’s fine,” Alyssa tells me after a brief silence. “Let’s finish the movie, okay? I’m pretty tired.”
“We can go up to bed now if you want.”
“No, it’s okay, I want to see the end. But yeah, I’d love to go out and see the city tomorrow. Maybe we can go up the Empire State Building? I know you need tickets, but maybe we’ll get lucky.”
“Consider it done,” I promise. “We’ll see New York from above tomorrow.”
She smiles slightly and puts her plate on the small folding table in front of her. Alyssa slides over and lays against my side. I wrap an arm around her and hold tight.
Twenty minutes before the movie ends, Alyssa is snoring softly. She really was tired.
Careful not to wake her up, I slide myself from the couch and grab our plates. The dishwasher isn’t full enough to run a load, so I leave it for tomorrow.
Hidden away in the kitchen, I check my phone. The most recent text from David was informing me that the building is ours as long as the closing goes well. I resist the urge to celebrate out loud. Alyssa would wake up and wonder why I was so excited. I have no doubt I would spill the entire plan right then.
Is she going to be upset when she finds out I bought her a restaurant? I’m hoping she’ll be happy, but I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything so extreme before. I’ve never loved a woman before.
The thought terrifies and excites me at the same time. Once Alyssa knows how I feel, she can’t be mad about the restaurant.
Everything is going to work out.
With the kitchen mostly cleaned up, I return to the living room. I turn off the TV and lift Alyssa gently. She stirs, but stays asleep, snuggling against my chest.
In my room, I take off Alyssa’s shoes, work pants, and bra. She normally sleeps in just a tank-top or t-shirt anyway. She’s informed me multiple times how uncomfortable it is to sleep in anything else. I’m sure she’ll be grateful that I helped her out.
I tuck her into what I’ve come to think of as her side of the bed. She stays fast asleep when I kiss her forehead and tell her goodnight. Alyssa looks beautiful even when she sleeps.
My own nighttime routine is extra quiet to avoid waking Alyssa. I strip down to a pair of boxers and quickly brush my teeth before joining her in bed.
As soon as I lay down, Alyssa turns and cuddles against my chest. I stroke her hair and imagine what it would be like to fall asleep like this every night for the rest of my life.
I can’t think of anything better.
Switching off the bedside table, I settle in for bed. In a matter of minutes, I’m sleeping, thanks to the lullaby of Alyssa’s gentle breathing and the touch of her cheek on my bare chest.
14
Nathaniel
Saturday
Sun pours in through my half open blinds, waking me from a peaceful slumber. My interrupted dream involved Alyssa and me standing in front of her new restaurant. We were posing for the paparazzi just seconds after she cut the red ribbon, signaling that the place was officially open. A large sign reading “Alyssa’s” in perfect calligraphy sat glowing above the door. The smile on Alyssa’s face was unparalleled. Once the flashes slowed, I turned to my beautiful girl and dropped to one knee. I was holding out the huge diamond ring I bought her, waiting for her answer, when the sun rudely woke me up.
I guess I’ll have to wait for the real day to see what happens next.
I sprawl out expecting to touch Alyssa’s soft skin. We’re both usually ready for fun first thing in the morning. One time, a few weeks ago, Alyssa woke me up by wrapping her lips around my sleep-hardened cock. It was the best wake up call I’ve ever had.
This morning won’t be like that, because Alyssa’s side of the bed is completely empty. Did she take off in the middle of the night? Is she still mad about me t
exting David? Maybe I should tell her who it was I had to talk to all night so she isn’t angry with me.
I sit up in a panic. My head spins from the sudden motion but rights itself quickly. I grab my phone from beside my bed, checking to see if she mentioned leaving. All I have are a few missed texts from David that can obviously wait.
I’m about to call out for her, in case she’s still in my house, when I hear the shower running in my bathroom. My heart relaxes. She hasn’t left. She’s in the shower.
If I thought the image of Alyssa sucking me off to wake me up was hot, I should have considered what it would be like to shower with her. Thinking about her completely naked beneath the spray has my morning wood harder than ever before. I throw off the covers and toss my boxers to the floor so I can join her.
Alyssa’s phone, sitting on the nightstand where I left it last night, buzzes with a text. I ignore the vibration, desperate to join my girl for early morning passion. We’ve had sex in her apartment, my new restaurant, the classroom, and pretty much every room in my mansion, but shower sex is something we haven’t tried yet. I have no idea how I’ve gone a full month without seeing her body covered in soap suds and streams of warm water.
If I don’t get into the bathroom soon, I might explode all over the floor. My cleaning lady would not be happy to get that stain out of the antique carpet.
Then Alyssa’s phone goes off again. Sigh. I have to check who it is. What if it’s an emergency or something? Not that a person should be texting if it’s an emergency, but people these days are idiotic in that way. If there’s something going on with one of Alyssa’s grandparents, she needs to know. I have no choice but to check the texts for her.
I turn over the phone and unlock it using the code Alyssa gave me. She uses her grandparents’ wedding year as her code for everything. It just goes to show how close she is with the people who raised her. All the more reason to make sure everything is okay.