Don’t Touch

by Wylder, Penny

  I've never been excited for anyone in my life. My world has always revolved around a restaurant, my father's and then my own. There's never been much time to devote to a girl, which is why no relationship has ever lasted more than a month or two.

  And then Arisa walked into my kitchen. Her lips are juicy, plump, and so fucking kissable. Her golden blonde hair is silky and the perfect length to wrap up tight in my fist. Her pale skin is covered with freckles. I want to lick every single one, drawing constellations with the tip of my tongue. She's thick and curvy, her body so perfect I could ride her for days. And her eyes are amazing. They're a color I've never seen before, gray with blue speckles. She's fucking gorgeous.

  The front door opens, and her smile brightens the room instantly. “Morning,” she says.

  “Good morning,” I say back as I curl my fingers over the back of the chair in front of me. “You're right on time.”

  “I'm here like you asked, but you still haven't told me why.”

  “You sound curious.”

  “Of course,” she says with a giggle.

  Her fucking giggle makes my dick jerk in my pants. “Good.”

  Arisa's eyes flick back and forth between mine as she's quiet for a moment. “So, are you going to tell me why I'm here so early? Or am I going to have to guess?”

  I tilt my head and grin. “Come sit,” I say, holding out my arm toward the chair. She walks over slowly, one leg crossing over the other as if she's walking on a tight rope. I can see the wonder in her eyes. “Don't worry, this isn't some kind of trick.” I pull the chair out and jerk my head for her to come closer.

  “I hope not. I might like surprises, but I'm not a fan of tricks. I have an older brother who used to love tricking me as a kid. It drove me nuts.”

  “That sounds annoying.”

  “It was.” She drops into the chair, and I help push her in. “Thank you,” she says.

  “Chivalry isn't dead yet. Even if I'm the last man on earth, I'll make sure a woman knows she's priceless.”

  Arisa smiles, batting her long dark lashes. She looks so beautiful. Her makeup isn't too thick, it enhances her just enough to showcase her natural beauty. Her lashes are coated in a dark layer of mascara. Her cheeks are a little pink, but I'm not sure if it's blush or her face flushing.

  “So,” I say, clapping my hands together, “I wanted to test you a little today.”

  “Test me? On what?”

  My lips thin and I smirk. “Close your eyes for me.”

  “Why?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “What exactly am I doing here?”

  “Well, you're going to be my sous chef for next week, and this is going to tell me what you know and what we need to work on.” I walk behind her, and she tries to look up at me, but I slip a blindfold over her eyes and wrap it around her head. “No peeking, this is part of the test.”

  “This just got interesting,” she says with a chuckle. “I'm not sure if I should be worried or not.”

  “You don't need to worry about anything. This is going to be fun. Now, stay right here and keep it on. No peeking.”

  “All right, but leave me for longer than five minutes and it comes off.”

  “I won't be that long.” I go into the kitchen and get the cart I put together not long before she got here.

  I roll it out into the dining room, and her ears perk as she hears the metal lids clanking. “I didn't peek,” she says.

  “That's good. I wasn't planning on any punishments if you didn't listen, but I'm sure I could have come up with something.”

  I watch her entire body shiver and her lips pull to one side as she smiles. “Maybe I should peek then.” She nibbles her bottom lip, pulling it gently into her mouth.

  “I'm not against tying you up.” I walk behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. She jumps slightly in surprise, causing me to laugh. “For now, we're going to play a little game. A blind taste test.”

  “Really?”

  I massage her shoulders for a second, then walk back around in front of her. “Yes, really. I'm excited to see how you do.” I lift the first lid, and steam comes tumbling out.

  “Whatever that is smells incredible.”

  “Have you ever done a blind taste test before?”

  “No, actually. Once in class we had identify spices by smelling them, but nothing like this.”

  “So, you're saying I'm your first, then?” I ask, my voice teasing her a little.

  “Yes, you're popping my blind taste test cherry.” We both laugh out loud. “Come on, I'm ready.”

  I take the seat beside her and pull it close, so I'm sitting right in front of her. I scoop a little food onto the spoon. “Okay, here's the first one. Open up.”

  Her lips spread wide and she leans in trying to feel for the spoon. I let it touch her bottom lip, causing her to wrap her mouth around it, and take every last drop. My cock twitches in my pants as her lips close, and she wipes the edges of her mouth with her fingers.

  Arisa chews slowly, tilting her head as she moves the food around inside her mouth. She swallows with a smile. “It's dark chocolate mousse.”

  “That's right, but it's more complex than that. Can you taste it?”

  She licks her lips and runs her tongue around the inside of her cheeks. “Truffle?”

  “Good job. Dark chocolate truffle mousse.” I take her hand and pass her a glass of water. “Rinse your pallet and we'll go again.” Once she swallows the water, I use a fork to poke the next bite of food. “Here,” I say, causing her to open her mouth.

  She curls her lips around the fork and slowly pulls the piece of meat free. Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever done. The way she takes the food, the way her mouth slips the food off, and her tongue licks her lips is turning me on.

  Food has always hit me in the soul, but this, this hits me in the chest, the gut, and the cock. I'm feeling it all over.

  “Mm, I know this one too,” she says as she chews. “Fillet, seasoned with a little salt and pepper, and drizzled with a red wine reduction and portobella mushroom sauce.”

  “Very good. You got that one down to the seasoning.”

  She sips her water and smiles. “I like to think I know my food.” The blindfold is still securely tied to her head, but it still feels like she's looking right at me. “I hope these get harder.”

  “Something's getting harder right now, but it's not the food.”

  Arisa swallows her water hard, and I watch as the lump in her throat drops and then bobs back up. Her chest is rising and falling a little quicker, and her cheeks are a bright shade of red. That's not blush now. . .

  “Here, try this one.” I pick up a pancetta pear and pecan puff and run it across her bottom lip. She opens, and I slip it inside. Her lips wrap around my fingers, sucking on them gently.

  My chest constricts, causing me to hold my breath as her tongue licks the tips of my fingers. There's no denying it now, my cock is rock hard.

  She chews, knowing exactly what it is. “Right again,” I say. There's a little filling on my finger. “One second, I need to wipe the filling off my finger.”

  “I can help you with that,” she says, opening her mouth. I hesitate for a second, then place my finger in her mouth. Arisa sucks my finger clean. Her tongue swirls around my knuckle and her lips seal shut as she moans quietly and sucks my finger like it's my dick.

  That's it. She's undone me in every way. My cock is like stone and my lungs are burning. She licks down the underside of my finger and then back up, sucking me hard.

  I can't contain the growl that escapes when I finally take in a big, deep breath and exhale hard. “Fuck, Arisa, that's hot.”

  Her hands fall to the chair and she grips the edges. Her back arches slightly, pushing her tits up as her hips rock. I dip my finger back in her mouth, letting her suck me more. It's fucking sexy as hell.

  I pull my finger free and stand up. Leaning in, I cup her face as I whisper in her ear. “I think it's time for dessert
.”

  Arisa exhales a silent moan as her face falls into my hand. “Lucky for you I have a sweet tooth.”

  I grab her bottom lip with my teeth and pluck it. Arisa lets out a coo that turns my insides upside down and makes every muscle in my body ache for more. More little noises. More touches. More licks and tasting and nibbling. More of her.

  With greedy force, I kiss her. I kiss her hard and fast, devouring her like she's my breakfast. I'm hungry. Starving for another bite. Her tongue is sweet and salty as she slips it inside my mouth. I know this is wrong. It's wrong on every level.

  And maybe that's why I'm loving it so much. Rules are meant for breaking. I've thought the same way my whole life. Food isn't bound by a set of rules, you can create anything you want. Every time my father told me I did it wrong, I would purposely do it wrong again and again.

  Because I hate living by a set of rules. And I love breaking down those walls and creating my own.

  I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. I'm so fucking hard it hurts. Grabbing Arisa by the hair, I tug her head back and run the tip of my cock across her lips. She moans louder as she parts her lips and I tempt the opening.

  Her warm tongue grazes my engorged tip, lapping up the single drop of precum. “Mm,” she groans.

  “I hope you're hungry, because I've got one last meal for you.” I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deep inside her mouth.

  Her cheeks hollow as she sucks my entire length from base to tip and back again. Her lips glisten as I fuck her mouth. I jerk my hips, making her take the very last inch of my cock. She moans with every stroke. I dig my fingers in her hair and guide her head.

  She still can't see anything. All she can do is feel me, taste me, and hear me as I drive my thick muscle in as far as it can go. Arisa gags slightly, gasping for a breath of air as her lips reach the crown of my dick.

  I could come right now. I could come right down her throat and fill her mouth with salty goodness. Except I don't. I don't want to finish in her mouth. I want to finish in her hot pussy. My cock needs to feel her walls as they clench around me, and the warmth of her juice slicks my cock.

  Pulling my cock free from her mouth, she blindly lifts her face up. “Why'd you stop?” she asks all breathy as she runs her fingers around the outer edge of her lips. “I thought I was going to get to taste you.”

  “Another time. Right now I don't want your mouth.”

  “What do you want?” Arisa pulls her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth, and nibbles on it.

  “I want your soaking wet cunt, that's what I want.” I start to lift the blindfold when she grabs my hands and stops me.

  “Leave it. I kind of like this. Everything feels more intense.”

  I smile to myself as I take her hands and pull her up from the chair. “You like the idea of me controlling you?” Arisa nods as I twist her body so she's facing the table. “You want me to fuck you?” She nods again.

  My heart jumps in my chest. This girl is perfect.

  I press down on her shoulders, forcing her hands to the table. Her palms are flat, her fingers spread wide open as I reach around and grab her tit. Arisa groans with pleasure as I twist her nipple beneath the fabric.

  Her head falls back, and her mouth opens as I carefully push her jacket out of the way and feel her bare breast against my hand. Her perfect raindrop shaped tit and beaded nipple make my dick stiff as marble.

  “Mm, Monroe, I'm so fucking wet,” she says as she arches her back and pushes her ass against my erection. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  “Yeah, you want me in there?”

  “Yes.” She breathes out the word as her hips sway, rubbing against me.

  I slip my hand off her tit and down her belly to the button on her pants. I have it open and her pants down in seconds. Her pussy is slick, and I can smell her heat from here. She smells fucking amazing, like the sweetest candy I could eat every single day. I smack her ass, making her cheek jiggle.

  Arisa jumps as her breath hitches and her fingers curl against the table. She's moving, rocking, begging me to fuck her without using any words. I'm so fucking turned on right now, it's painful. My cock is swollen and my balls are tight.

  I lean forward and kiss the side of her neck as I work my hand into her hair. “Want me?” I ask.

  “I need you,” she answers, her words built into a moan. “I need you, Monroe.” Her voice teeters on the edge of insanity as her hips keep rocking and her ass keeps rubbing.

  Ripping her head back, I bite her neck, drawing out another moan as my free hand glides down her side and palms her pussy. She rolls her hips, smearing her juice all over my hand.

  I run my tip up and down her pussy, teasing her, playing with her, letting her feel what I'm going to give her. Her mouth falls open wide and she lets out a moan that's music to my ears.

  I thrust in hard and deep, holding her hip in one hand and her hair in the other. Her mouth drops open wide, her silence enough to give me chills. I love the soundless scream. I love the way her lips spread and a quiver runs the entire length of her body.

  My hand grips her hip tightly, and I still for a long second. Arisa wriggles her hips, trying to make me move. But I'm in control of this. I pull my hips back and drive them forward. Pistoning harder with every thrust.

  Over and over, I fuck her as she's bent over the table. Her knuckles are white as she fists the tablecloth, pulling and ripping at it. I release her head. Arisa falls forward, laying her cheek on the table.

  Both my hands wrap her waist, holding her in place as I fuck her. She lifts on the tip of her toes, moaning loudly as I push her over the edge. Her body trembles as the orgasm explodes.

  Her pussy clenches around my shaft, gripping me tightly. That's it, that's all I need. My balls draw up, and my cock throbs as hot cum pumps deep inside her body.

  I can feel the orgasm as it spreads through my chest and down my arms and legs. My toes curl inside my sneakers, and I suck in a big breath of air and hold onto it as every muscle in my body buzzes.

  All my muscles suddenly loosen, and I fall onto her back, resting my head against her cheek. Her pulse is kicking fast. I can feel her heart beating in her chest and she's breathing like she just ran a marathon.

  “Well, that took a different direction,” I say as I pull the knot on the blindfold free, and let it drop to the table.

  “Yeah, it did.” Her eyes look like glass as she blinks. She smiles up at me, a pleased look on her face. “But I'm glad it did.”

  The sun is coming in through the front window, making her skin glow. I can see small droplets of sweat beading up against her forehead and her cheeks are flushed. The gray in her eyes twinkles with ocean blue and silver speckles as she pushes herself up.

  She looks perfect.

  “Let me take you out to dinner tonight,” I say.

  “Tonight? How will that work with the restaurant and dinner service?”

  “Cheryl can handle it. I've got a few people that work per diem if I'm ever in a bind. It'll be fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't.”

  “All right,” she agrees with a bashful smirk. “Dinner it is.”

  I look at my watch. “We better get this all cleaned up, the rest of the crew will be here in about forty minutes.”

  We work side by side, cleaning the dining room and starting the morning prep for today. There's something about her working with me that just feels right. It's like we can read each other.

  And as we move in tandem, following unspoken cues and cute little smirks and side eye stares, I find myself falling for her. Falling for her beauty. Falling for her perfect mouth and dazzling eyes.

  I'm falling, and I honestly don't care.

  7

  Arisa

  The taxi pulls up to the restaurant. Monroe is standing outside, resting back, with a foot pressed against the brick wall. His hands are in his pockets, and his hair is slicked back against his scalp
.

  He's wearing a black suit with a bright white tie. The suit hugs his bulging muscles perfectly as if it was tailored around his naked body. As the taxi comes to a stop, he smiles and walks to my door, pulling it open.

  “Thanks,” he says to the driver and hands him some money. Monroe holds out his hand for me to take, and helps me out of the car. “Wow,” he says, spinning me in a full circle. “You look incredible.”

  After trying on everything in my closet, I settled for a knee length blue dress with a lily pattern all over it. There's a little bit of cleavage pillowing out the top and the straps come up over my shoulders and cross around my back.

  “You don't look so bad yourself,” I say, giving the inside trim of his jacket a soft pull. “Very fancy.”

  Our eyes lock on each other and he starts to lean in like he's about to kiss me. My lips are primed, parting as he grows closer.

  “Monroe,” a man says from behind me, causing him to jerk his back straight. “I haven't seen you in ages. How are you?”

  “George, it's good to see you. I'm doing pretty good. How are you?”

  The man splits us apart, filling the gap between us as he gives Monroe a fatherly hug. “I'm wonderful my old friend.”

  The man is older, maybe in his late sixties. He has gray lines streaking dark black oily hair, and a thin mustache that traces his top lip. He's round, very round, with a pot belly that's barely hidden behind his suit jacket.

  Thick crow’s feet crinkle at his eyes as he grins. “And who is this beautiful lady?” he asks as he turns to face me.

  “This is Arisa St. Germain,” Monroe answers.

  “Arisa, what a lovely name for such a beautiful face.” He lifts my hand and kisses the back of my palm. “George Deligato, and welcome to my restaurant.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Deligato. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

  I'm trying to keep my composure and not seem too thrilled to be here meeting another restaurant legend. George Deligato, owner of the five-star Italian cuisine restaurant Onirico. This place is the top of the top when it comes to Italian food. He's been in every food magazine I know, and he’s even good friends with Gordon Ramsey.