Taste: A Bad Boy Chef Romance

by Natalie Knight

  I reach for a towel and try to soak up as much of the water as possible, but now my feet are damp and cold, and I don't want to be here anymore.

  I want to go home, and soak in a bath, and pet Whiskers.

  I want to pour myself a glass of wine, and wear seat pants with an elastic band, and maybe even pig out on pizza and binge watch Netflix.

  I wipe the sweat from my brow, and then take my ponytail out, letting my hair fall down and cascade around my shoulders.

  I start flipping off all the light switches and reach for my keys when I hear something that makes me stop. It sounds like a low rumble … and it sounds like it's coming from right outside of my restaurant. I take a peek out of the front window and see a motorcycle parked at the curb. A man is unstrapping his helmet.

  Who in the hell is parking here at this hour? Doesn't he see the place is closed, and—

  But I once the helmet comes off, I recognize the man immediately, and my heart beats so fast I feel dizzy.

  It's a total body reaction and nothing I can do or say will make my heart mellow out.

  The man is Palmer.

  I greet him at the door and unlock it for him.

  I go to open my mouth, but not a single word will come out, and before I can get a word in he places both of his hands on my shoulders and pushes me up against the wall. Then, he leans down and his lips crash against mine.

  It's the best kiss of my life.

  Chapter 13

  Nicole

  This is happening.

  It’s not a dream, and it isn’t a hallucination. No, this is really happening.

  With my mouth pressed against his, our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, and my hands go down from his chest to his waist. I pull him into me, eager to have him—to make him have me—but he stops me, yanking on my hair.

  “I had to see you,” he breathes out, his voice brimming with desire. No; it’s more than desire or lust. It’s a burning need, one that forces him to relinquish all control.

  I’ve never felt something quite like this; it’s a desire so strong, so fierce that now I understand how some women can make the rashest decisions… I'm just glad it’s Palmer here with me. Somehow I know that with him it will be alright…

  “Why?” I ask him, my voice quivering as I lock my eyes on his.

  “Because I had to,” he replies, offering me a thin smile. “I had to.”

  Our lips touch again, the sweet flavor of his mouth making my skin prickle. I reach with my tongue for his and, finding it, dance in slow gentle circles around it.

  His hands go to my lower back, his long thin fingers brushing against my skin. His touch is gentle and delicate and, behind closed eyes, I can hear how it makes my heart flutter inside my chest.

  “I’m glad you came,” I find myself saying, running one hand through his hair, my heart beating so fast that I can barely think straight.

  I don’t really know what’s taking hold of me but I push him back against one of the walls, and press my mouth against his. He doesn’t even hesitate, placing both of his hands on my ass and squeezing it over my dress.

  Grabbing him by his collar, I pull him close to me, so close our lips are almost brushing against each other. I truly don’t know what kind of devil got into me, but I no longer know the meaning behind the word control.

  “I needed this,” he continues, his lips hovering over mine. “I needed to kiss you, to feel you again.”

  With that, he closes the distance between our mouths; our kiss become savage, his hands pulling down the shoulder straps of my dress and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs them gently, his fingers pressing down on my flesh, and then he pushes down the cup of the bra over my right nipple; leaning in, he lays his lips over it, sucking softly. I can feel my nipple hardening even more inside his mouth as he laps with his tongue against it, tracing slow and seductive circles.

  As he sucks, his hands go to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he undoes it, pushing it down my arms. I shiver, the cool air in the room caressing my breasts. In an instant his mouth goes from my right nipple to my left one, his lips wrapping themselves around it with care, and at the same time, with a kind of passionate fury. I grab his hair, holding his head in place as he kisses my nipples one at a time, his long gentle fingers squeezing at my breasts.

  “Wait, wait,” I tell him, placing both my hands on his shoulders and pushing him back.

  “What is it? Is something wrong?” He asks me, his blue eyes trying to read the expression on my face.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I reply with a quick smile, and then I turn on my heels and cross the dining room. I lock the door, which I had unlocked to let him in, and then close all blinders, sheltering us from the outside.

  As the darkness takes over the restaurant, long shadows caressing both our bodies, I start feeling as if I’m in a dream. A dream where the edges of reality become blurred and sweet, where the real world doesn’t have a say on how things go.

  Closing the distance between me and him, I take my hands to his belt. Looking into his eyes, I unbuckle it with slow movements, the metallic jingle of it coming undone sending a shiver up my spine.

  I pull his pants hard down his legs, and he takes his shoes off in the process, kicking them off one at a time.

  “My turn,” he whispers, and his hands fly to my waist. He turns me around, his hands going up my back, and he pulls down the zipper of my dress. I push the dress down with the tip of my fingers, my bare ass turned to him. I can feel his eyes devouring the sigh of my half-naked body, enjoying the shape of my body and delighting themselves on how only just a small strip of fabric covers me.

  Turning back to him, I take my hands to his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers work faster, as does my heart, and I feel the tension rising in my body as the tan muscles on his chest come into sight.

  I slide one hand down his chest and stomach toward his crotch, and I press it there, feeling him hard. Turning my hand around, I curl my fingers around his length. He takes the hint and does exactly what my body demands of him—he presses the palm of his hand between my thighs, his fingers caressing the wetness that has taken over me.

  “You have no idea how much I needed this,” he whispers into my ear; with a flick of his fingers, he pushes my thong to the side and feels my naked wetness with his fingers.

  I am so wet I am almost expecting it to drip down my legs.

  I can't take it anymore.

  “I needed it too,” I repeat, grabbing him tightly, feeling his hardness pulse against my fingers. “I needed it bad,” I continue, and then I find my knees buckling under my weight.

  I go down on my knees, not even thinking about what I’m doing, and hook my fingers on the waistline of his boxer briefs. I pull them down, slowly, and I feel a knot in my throat as his cock comes into sight.

  I run the tip of my tongue between my lips and then, my eyes never leaving his, I lean into him. I only look away when my lips are hovering over the tip of his hardness, drops of pre-cum already glistening there. Using only my tongue, I reach for it and, the moment I finally touch the tip of his cock, his salty flavor hits me at once. It lands in my tongue and, moving quickly, travels all the way up to my brain, setting in motion a frenzy of desire and lust.

  “I have no idea what you did to me,” I tell him, pulling back from his cock and looking him in the eyes again. “But I can’t help myself.” With that, I open my mouth as wide as I can and dive into him.

  I feel his shaft pushing down on my tongue and brushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down, but I keep on pushing through. To see him and touch him is one thing… But to have him in my mouth is a completely different thing. Oh, and to have him inside me…I don’t even know how to describe how that makes me feel.

  Perfection doesn’t quite represent how good it is to feel his body on mine.

  I push myself down until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, his tip already pressed against the
back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his head.

  I go all the way back, and my lips smack as his cock pops out of my mouth. Then, I tilt my head sideways and, with my lips pressed against the side of his shaft, I brush them down until my mouth is on his balls. I grab his boxer briefs again and, tugging hard on them, I send them down to his ankles. He kicks them off fast, and then rests his hands on my head.

  “Keep going…” Palmer groans, tangling his fingers on my hair again. I look up at him and, as I do it, I part my lips and brush the tip of my tongue against one of his balls. I’m of half-a-mind to suck on him until he succumbs to pleasure and gushes all of his seed inside of my mouth, but I know that he wants much more than just coming in my mouth…

  And, if I’m being honest, so do I.

  I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motions. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in such a way that my jaw starts to hurt, and I have no other choice than allowing them to slide out of my mouth one by one. I go back to the tip of his cock then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.

  The pressure of his fingers on my head intensifies and I close my eyes, surrendering to the wild desire fluttering inside of me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh seems to fill the whole restaurant.

  It’s funny – I’ve never been with anyone before, but now I can’t imagine anything better than this. Pleasure shoots up from my feet and knees to my groins, and then up my spine until it finally nestles in my brain, blending in with the soft warmness of desire.

  Still bobbing my head, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at a matching pace, the pendulum motion of mouth and hands an entrancing one. I could keep going like this forever… You know, I always thought that a blowjob was solely for the man’s pleasure, but now I see that I was wrong - I’m doing it right now not because he likes it… but because I do.

  I only stop when he holds me by the hair, stopping my pendulum motion, and pushes me back until his cock pops out of my mouth. “You’re driving me completely insane…” He tells me, deviousness in his eyes. “You know that, don’t you…?”

  “Maybe,” I tell him, a wild grin taking over my lips, “but why don’t you show it to me?” With that, I go up to my feet and grab one of his hands. I guide him toward one the tables at the center of the dining room, and push him back, forcing him to lay down; I climb on top of him fast, straddling him.

  He grabs me by the waist almost immediately, and hooks his fingers on my waist.

  “You look delicious,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost see desire floating in his deep blue eyes.

  “That means a lot, coming from a chef,” I whisper back at him, taking both my hands to his crotch and grabbing his cock again. I want to push his cock deep inside of me, to ride him until I pass out, but he’s taking his time…

  Instead of simply pulling me close, he brushes two fingers down my neck and cleavage, and then he keeps going until his fingertips meet the place where skin and thong meet. Slowly, he goes over the barrier, my eyelids drooping as I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my drenched pussy. Desire igniting my movements, I start to stroke him at a gentle rhythm, my hand going up and down his shaft with clockwork precision.

  As his fingers leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. He takes his hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently. That gentle warmness of desire grows fiercer under my skin as I feel his touch, my two hard rosy nipples burning under the palm of his hands.

  As if he could read my mind, he leans into me, parting his lips and fitting my right nipple into his mouth; lapping at it with his tongue while he sucks, he forces a whimper out of my lips, pleasure turning into sound.

  “I like that,” he tells me, pulling back and looking into. “To hear you moan…” He goes to my other nipple, nibbling at it with the right amount of pressure and making the desire that roams free inside of me grow hungry and wild. All rational thoughts lose themselves in the woods of my mind, and I don’t even want to reel them in—no, let them go and lust will take over, exactly the way it should happen.

  “I’ll moan more…I’ll moan as much as you want me to…” I whisper into his ear, and then nibble at his earlobe, pulling on it with my teeth. “But you’ll have to make me.” That’s all I have to say; the moment the words leave my mouth, he lets go of my breasts and flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, pressing hard against my drenched pussy. With a wicked grin, he pushes my thong to the side and, no waiting or teasing to it, he simply pushes his index finger past my folds. Curling it upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.

  I throw my head back and I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over. God, he’s only using his finger and I can barely think straight… When the moment comes for him to use his cock, I’m really not sure on what’s going to happen to me. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Can you die from it? Can it ever be too much?

  “I want…” I pant, and he slides his finger all the way in until it meets my G-spot.

  “You want…?” He asks me, rubbing his finger against my insides and making me breath so hard that it’s almost impossible to speak. Screw that, I can barely think of what I want to say, let alone say it.

  “I want…” He does it again, pressing harder against my G-spot and cutting me short. Still, I grit my teeth and power through, ordering my brain to keep working through the avalanche of pleasure that’s assaulting me. “I want… I need…you. Right now,” I finally manage to hiss between gritted teeth, the pressure of his fingers on me forcing me to close my eyes as my muscles tense up and turn as hard as concrete.

  “I know,” he whispers, resting his thumb over my clit as he keeps on rubbing my G-spot. “And if you need me as much as I need you...” He trails off then, his breathing growing heavier by the second.

  “I do… I do…” I whimper, my fluids already dripping down my inner thighs. I never needed him inside me as badly as I do now. If I had to choose between air to breathe and having Palmer inside of me, my choice would be an easy one.

  “Then we’re on the same page,” he tells me firmly, running his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I know that he’s torturing me, teasing me… but, God, it feels so good. It’s almost hard to believe that, only with his fingers, Palmer is pleasuring me better than most men could ever do with their cocks. He’s a wonder of nature, that’s for sure. “You’re mine, Nicole… Mine to do as I please. Say it.”

  “I’m yours… Yours for… you to do as you please,” I repeat after him, the words just coming unfiltered out of my mouth.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, and starts to up the rhythm of his fingers. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for Palmer to drive me to the edge of pleasure. Feeling me close to the breaking point, he drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, and rubs my clit with quick vicious movements. Just like that, I come undone, my weak moan turning into a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy.

  “Oh… my… God…” I breathe out, the muscles in my throat straining to get the words out, electric sparks running up and down my body and making my muscles spasm. I can almost feel my skin bo
iling, my mind turning into ash as the flames of pleasure simply devour and consume everything in their way…

  Oh, I’m more than desperate for him. I can’t even describe what I’m feeling right now. This isn’t desperation; this is a pure unbridled need. I must have him, and I must have him right now.

  I won’t be denied.

  The moment he takes his fingers out of my pussy, I thrust against him, pressing my pussy against his shaft. He doesn’t resist, instead, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. With my eyes still closed, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, I start to rock my hips, grinding against him as if tomorrow will never come. Although my thong is still covering my pussy, I don’t even bother to stop for a few seconds just to take it off; no, all seconds are precious, and I won’t let them go to waste. Not a chance in the world.

  “I want you…inside of,” I plead, my voice quivering as I keep on swaying my hips.

  “Beg,” is his only response, a tone of devilishness to his voice.

  “Please… Please… I need it so much,” I start, taking one hand to my pussy and flicking my thong to the side. I raise my hips and, with my other hand, grab his cock and angle it toward me. His hands go straight to my waist and he stops me right before I drive his length inside of me. “Please…” I whimper, struggling against the hold he has on me as if I’m fighting for my life.

  Without saying a word, he stops holding me but, still grabbing me by the waist, pulls me down with one vicious movement. I let myself go, a scream bubbling up to my lips as I feel his cock pushing its way past my soaked folds and straining against my inner walls as it sheathes itself inside of my pussy.

  “It’s all yours,” he teases me, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I grin at him, placing both hands on his chest, my trembling fingers clawing at his chest. I do it hurriedly, swaying my hips at a crescendo.

  I run my hands up his stomach, feeling his abdominal wall under my fingertips, enjoying every line of it, and then I go up to his firm pectoral. “Like what you see?” He asks me, a mocking grin on his face.