He was still shirtless, but he’d put on indecent, low riding jeans again. His tattoos still fascinated her. She was still horny as all hell, too. The man did crazy things to her inside and out and none of it had anything to do with rebound sex. It had gone way beyond that the second he took her in his arms and held her while she slept.
He’d started working on the waffles when she’d gone in to take a shower. It’d felt so good, too, the warm water sliding over her sensitive skin, relaxing her further. She tingled everywhere and fantasies of Vinter joining her kept her company as she’d washed up. Every inch of her pussy was swollen, aroused and aching for his touch.
With the leftover cobwebs from sleep gone, she was able to think about what she was doing and what she wanted to do. The phone call from earlier had further seated the need inside for her to figure some things out.
The logical part of her, the one that had ruled her for years, told her she needed to leave as soon as breakfast was over. She wasn’t the young and free girl anymore who could do as she pleased. She was responsible — single, yes — but wanting more than one-night stands. It was time for serious relationships with potential toward marriage and family.
The other part of her wanted to kick logic’s ass clear into another universe. For years she’d done all the right things. Dated the right kind of man, had the right kind of job, the right kind of friends and the right kind of social activities. But being with Vinter these last hours made the person she knew she was inside, ache. She wanted a hot-blooded man who loved sex, loved to screw all day. She wanted a man she could go into a bar or a pool hall with and hang out, have a drink if she wanted. She wanted to quit her boring job and do something, anything else. She wanted to do something she loved whether it brought her money or not. She wanted a completely different life and it had taken Business Suit dumping her to make her see it. Well, to make her see that something wasn’t right. Vinter had helped her to see and to remember the person she was and not the person she put on every day.
Standing inside the kitchen doorway, she watched as he moved around making breakfast. The waffle iron sizzled with batter. Bacon sizzled on a griddle. And a bottle of maple syrup sat between two plates.
He moved with ease around the small but modern kitchen. The art on his body moved too, and seemed as though the tattoos were living, breathing objects. It was mesmerizing to watch him, to watch the colors flow on his body. He wasn’t hesitant in anything he did, whether it was making breakfast or making her come. He was fully involved and invested.
He turned her on in and out of sex. Her curiosity about him grew the longer she spent time with him. She wanted to know everything. He said he owned part of the bar last night and she wondered what else he might do.
Her other lovers were so different from Vinter and it amazed her that she’d ever found them appealing. Vinter made her feel alive, all woman, sexual, desired in ways the Suits never did. Around them, she felt she was auditioning for a part in their lives. If she were honest with herself, she'd admit that she’d been doing the same to them.
Sometimes honesty, while cleansing, still sucked.
A cool breeze blew up from the air vent in the floor and goose bumps formed on her skin. She wondered at having come out in only the t-shirt she’d worn last night, but not for long. Clothes weren’t exactly a priority. Getting it on with him again as quickly as possible again, was. He’d warm her up.
Her body trembled, but it had nothing to do with the chill, but the damp heat radiating from between her legs. Her breasts hung heavy with arousal and her nipples tingled and throbbed. They stood erect, as though reaching toward him, begging for his attention. A silent plea for that piercing.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her gaze followed him. She couldn’t remember ever being so fascinated by a man before. “Anything I can do to help?” she asked, finally letting him know she was there.
He turned that devastating grin on her, and it froze in place, then dropped altogether, along with his jaw. His eyes darkened until the ice turned to blue flame. The air between them smoldered, crackled. “No, I’ve got it.”
His words, uttered through clenched teeth, caused her to shiver. He turned away with obvious reluctance, but not before she saw his hard-on. “Do you, uh …” He cleared his throat. “Do you want me to make some coffee?”
“Later.” She usually drank at least two cups every morning, but she didn’t seem to need it this particular morning.
“Okay. Let me know.” He pointed the spatula. “Why don’t you have a seat. Things’ll be ready in a second.”
“Would you like me to put my jeans on?”
“No. I’d rather you take the shirt off.”
He said it over his shoulder, his voice a bit gruff. She smiled and didn't give herself time to think. “Will you … Will you take it off me?”
He was in front of her in less than a heartbeat. Lust-filled eyes glinted down at her and warm hands traveled up her thighs to the hem of the shirt. Shivers coursed up and down her spine at his caressing touch. He slid the soft cotton up over her ass and hips, over her belly and breasts. She raised her arms so he could lift it off over her head. She’d left her panties on the bed and was very glad she’d done so. The backs of his fingers trailed down low to the hairless mound between her legs.
“I love that you’re smooth here. It’s so sweet and soft and sexy,” he murmured, his gaze following the movement of his hands and fingers. “You’re beautiful naked and aroused.”
“Only then?” Standing took all her concentration and she had to reach out to grab hold of the nearest counter to steady herself. She wanted to spread her legs for him, feel those fingers slide through her slit and bury themselves inside her. She wanted to ride his hand to orgasm and then lick his fingers clean. She wanted to do anything and everything she’d ever fantasized about and she wanted to do it all with him.
“You should know better than that. And if not, we need to go back to the bar and start over.” His hands kept moving from her thighs and hips up to her breasts and down to her sex. “I used a condom this morning,” he murmured.
“Yes.” His hand cupped her, but didn’t open her. She rocked her hips forward, then back, rubbing herself against him. “I’m on the Pill.” There was more to things like this these days, though, and she knew that. She wasn’t naïve. She wasn’t silly or … Well, before him, she would’ve said she wasn’t reckless.
He made her feel both reckless and safe, all at the same time.
He nodded. “I get tested on the regular. I have the most recent results in the bedroom.” He squeezed her in his hand and one finger slipped inside her pussy. “I’ll wear the condoms. But God, I want to feel this on my bare skin, my bare cock.”
He emphasized this by a curling of the digit against her G-spot. She gasped and wrapped her hand around his wrist and began to fuck herself. He leaned down and planted a hard kiss to her lips, then pulled out of her. He sucked his finger, long and slow. She was going to come right there without him even touching her.
He cleared his throat. “Go have a seat at the bar.”
There was more to come, she was sure of it. She let go of the counter and went to settle herself on a stool. She was both frustrated at his having stopped touching her, and grateful for the cushioned seat against her bare bottom. He’d turned back to his tasks, opened the waffle iron, took more waffles out, and put them on a platter. “It smells wonderful.” They weren’t empty words. It did smell wonderful. She was having a hard time now that he’d walked away, deciding which she wanted more of and first … the food or the man.
“Thanks. It’s my own recipe. Breakfast is my thing. I can’t do much else in the kitchen beyond sandwiches and opening beer bottles.”
He placed bacon on a paper towel to drain before he put it on the platter and placed it in front of her. He stepped back to grab the tub of butter. She couldn’t remember when she last ate and was ready to dig in by the time he joined her.
He turned his eyes on her and raked her body up and down, every inch, leaving a fiery trail behind. “Dig in, baby, and eat as much as you want ’cause I intend for us to work it off.”
Heat flooded her cheeks at his lascivious grin and the images forming in her mind.
He put three waffles on her plate and four on his own, followed by a few slices of bacon for each of them. She’d never eaten three waffles in all her life, but damn, they smelled heavenly. He used butter and lots of syrup, and when he offered to pour syrup on hers, she declined with her hands over her plate. She’d like to actually taste the food.
“Sorry it took me so long, you know, in the shower and all. I checked my cell after I got out and had a few voicemails and missed calls.” She buttered her waffles and poured less than half the amount of syrup over them that he had. The first bite was heaven and she moaned. Vanilla, citrus, and something she couldn’t place, burst in her mouth. It was the best waffle she’d ever eaten. It had a slight crunch on the outside, but was soft and fluffy on the inside.
“No problem. Everything okay?”
He spoke around a mouthful and damn if she didn’t find that sexy about him, too. Everything he did only made her desire him more. She wanted to have lunch with him, drink a beer with him, watch a game on television curled up next to him. She wanted to spend time with him and she wondered at that, given that she’d been drowning her sorrows last night. Was she trying to replace one person with another?
As she looked at him, she dismissed the idea.
“Yeah. They were from … him.”
“Dumbass.” He muttered the word under his breath as he took another bite of waffles, this time with a bite of bacon as well.
She smiled at his comment and continued eating her own breakfast. With each bite, her opinion about the waffles didn’t change. Would he share the recipe? Would he trade for it? She’d be willing to perform any sexual favor for him in exchange. Then again, doing anything sexual for him or with him was reward enough, waffle recipe or no waffle recipe.
“Why did he call?”
She caught a bit of syrup on the tip of her tongue that was about to fall from the end of her fork. “Wanted to talk. Said he felt bad about how things ended.”
“From what you said, things didn’t end, he ended them. And he should feel bad. He deserves to have his sorry ass kicked. You don’t break up with a woman in a text message. That’s a fucking coward thing to do.”
His hands fisted as he spoke. One around the fork, the other on his thigh. Tension floated off his body in waves. His cock was rock-hard beneath his jeans too. He was angry and he wanted sex. Lust spiked through her, settling between her legs. The delicious waffles, forgotten.
“Vinter.” She said his name and he turned his head. With only one thought in mind, she lifted her fork over one breast and let the syrup drip down on her flesh. “Fuck me.”
It was the first time she’d been so bold without him coaxing her into it and he took the offering without hesitation. “Spread your legs and hook your feet into the bottom rungs.”
He wanted her spread wide and it was exhilarating, freeing. He dropped to his knees and buried his face against her pussy. Lips and teeth and tongue all conspired to drive her insane. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, then pulled her ass toward him, latching on to her cunt lips. He sucked and nipped and licked.
When he lifted his head, his mouth was glistening with her juices. “Lick that syrup off your tit. Let me see your tongue on your skin, on your nipple.”
Oh man. The way the word tit rolled off his tongue, so smooth, so naughty had her sex tingling in need. This was something else she hadn’t done before.
“Do it. Show me the naughtiness in you. Give me everything, Elise.”
She did. She so wanted to show him what he wanted, what he was asking. She so wanted to give him everything he spoke of and then some. She lifted her breast in her hand and lowered her head, her tongue snaking out, licking at the stickiness. It was sweet, but with his eyes burning hot, it was sweeter in more ways than one.
She took her nipple between her teeth and pulled on it, drew it into her mouth and suckled. Arousal slid down low through her belly and flooded her wide-open pussy and she wiggled.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s beautiful. Now, don’t let go of it until I say.”
With her mouth full, she couldn’t answer in any way other than to nod her head. Her nipple pebbled, firmed, and when she teased it, she moaned in pleasure.
“Bite down on it. Yeah, like that. So sexy. Damn girl, you’re bad. I love it.”
He lowered his gaze back to her sex. His teeth captured her clit and he worried it between them as she worried her nipple between her teeth. The double-teaming of pleasure zones was overwhelming.
He held her in place with his hands on her thighs and she writhed against his mouth, seeking more pressure. The harder he ate at her, the harder she bit and tugged and laved on her nipple.
Erotic. Hot. That’s what it was, two mouths working on her, pushing her toward an orgasm. It was even hotter that one of the mouths was her own. She lowered her gaze downward and found him watching her. They kept their eyes locked on each other even as she began to rock her hips. It felt so good, so torturous. Her other hand went to her other breast and her fingers plucked at the nipple. She issued a moan that he mirrored when his gaze shifted between her teasing play.
And the teasing was too much. She squealed and bucked on the stool, grateful for the bar at her back. Her breathing grew shallow and her hips and ass and stomach moved in an undulating motion. She tensed, feeling the release flow between his mouth below and hers above. It was like an invisible thread that ran between her nipples and her clit. The thread pulled taut, then let go, and pleasure flooded her. She freed her nipple when the wave crashed over her and she gasped for air. It was all she could do not to slide right off the stool.
Her clit throbbed. Pleasure and pain. She pushed at his head and he lifted away, only to drop her legs and pull her down to the ground with him. She straddled his thighs and he held her poised over his cock.
“Say it now, Elise. Condom? Your choice. But make it quick, baby.”
Shit. She wanted to take him without one. She wanted to feel him, naked and hot. Double devils worked her mind, one against the other. Should she or shouldn’t she? Fuck. She peered down at him, her gut answering her. Again. She’d given him her trust from the moment she met him. She impaled herself slow and steady, each barbell raking against her ultra-sensitive skin. They stretched her and her flesh accommodated them.
His mouth claimed hers and she didn’t care anymore when he’d done it. The taste and musky scent of her pussy assaulted her. It was intoxicating, and she devoured him, sucking on his tongue, making him groan.
With his arms wrapped around her, he shifted them around until he could lay her back on the floor. Then his cock pistoned inside her, thrusting, fucking. He pushed in, pulled out, then pushed in again. He wasn’t slow or gentle with her. No, he was hard and unrelenting, forcing her to focus only on him.
His arms pressed into the ground on either side of her head and he lifted himself up, looking down on her. Oh yeah, he was so fucking beautiful. The bright colors of his tattoos stood out, more so than in the post-haze of her orgasm. She loved to look at him. She loved fucking him.
His eyes once again connected with hers and he stiffened. He looked animalistic, dangerous as he came.
“Oh yeah. So good. So goddamned good,” he ground out.
And it was. It was the best sex she’d ever had. Well, that wasn’t true. The sex with him earlier had been the best as well. So had the dry humping outside the bar last night.
He leaned down, giving her a soft kiss her as he pulled out. Fingers dipped between her legs, swirling in the mess of their cream. Then those fingers were at her mouth. Eagerness prompted her to open and suck down every drop of saltiness. He kept it up for a few minutes, scooping juices and feeding them to her, all the time smiling at her. They tasted fabulous together.
“Want more?”
“Yes.”
Vinter sat back on his haunches and pulled her to her knees, then pulled her head down to his semi-hard cock. “Clean me.”
It was another new discovery for her and she loved it. There was submission in the act that, though she’d never thought of herself as submissive.
She’d heard about it, of course. One of the girls she worked with was into dominance and submission and sometimes told Elise about her explorations. And Elise could admit that in the deep dark places of her soul, she was curious. And this, being on her knees, sucking on the cock that had fucked her, seemed to her a good place to begin. Her tongue was gentle as she licked him. Her mouth was gentle as well when she took him inside to suckle him. Her tongue wrapped around each of his piercings, making sure she didn’t miss anything. She tugged at the ring through the head, drawing another moan from him. His piercings turned her on. Everything about him turned her on.
She dropped her head to his sac and licked at the remaining traces of their fucking. He petted her hair as she worshipped between his legs.
When he dragged her up for a kiss, she knew she was lost. She wanted more and more and more. They shared the taste and the last, silky drops from this round of sex and she didn’t doubt they’d be going at it again soon. When he recovered. When she could breathe again.
“Shit, woman. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
“Mmmm. Likewise.”
He nipped at the corner of her mouth. “How would you feel about calling him back when I fuck you again?”
Elise laughed, but the look on Vinter’s face said he wasn’t joking. He actually wanted her to call … “You’re serious?” She had to make sure.
“I am. I’m not a mean person, I’m not vengeful. But the way he’s groveling for your attention with his lame apology? That makes me want to rub it in his face that you’re not sitting around moping over him. That you're sitting on my dick.”
“You don’t know him, you know. You don’t know me all that well, either. It shouldn’t upset you so much.” She found comfort and a perverted pleasure in his being so mad on her behalf, though.
“But it does.”
“I’m kinda glad. Thank you.” She leaned up and kissed him again.
“You’re welcome, baby.”