As I sliced the chicken breast, my eyes swept the area, noting the expensive decorations she had around her home, from art pieces to vases. She even had what looked like an engagement ring on the windowsill, hiding behind a bamboo plant. It was as if she had taken it off to do the dishes and never bothered to put it back on again.
“Do you have a radio?” I asked, knowing she would be a hard nut to crack. She wasn’t like some of the other girls who fell at my feet. She was guarded.
“Why do you need a radio?”
“I cook best with music,” I explained, rinsing the rice under warm water. “I could also use a pot.”
“How big?”
“What are my options?”
She opened one of the lower cabinets which were filled with various pots and pans.
“That blue one should work just fine.”
She nodded, carefully extracting it from the pile, making sure not to cause an avalanche in the process.
When she handed it to me, I noticed it was one of the better brands. This woman obviously had quite a bit of money. She lived on the upper side of town, in her own home and filled it with expensive things. I grinned to myself, knowing she was the perfect conquest. If I worked on her a little and gained her trust, she would be a cinch to play.
“Is there anything else you need me to do?”
“Hmm?”
“I finished chopping the mushrooms.” She showed me the bowl.
“Hmm, I would ask you to chop the onions, but I would never want to make a woman like you cry.” I smiled at her, upping the charm, sensing that she was slowly easing up. “How about you open up a bottle of wine?”
She looked hesitant, nibbling on her bottom lip in a way that made me want to slam her against the wall and kiss her.
“You know, you really shouldn’t do that around me…”
She tilted her head in confusion.
“Bite your lip. I can’t even begin to tell you how sexy I find it to be…” I moved closer, pushing her back into the counter until she had no place left to go. She looked up at me with her great big eyes, her pupils growing large as I leaned in. “Makes me want you… and I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” My voice was a husky whisper, knowing exactly how it affected women.
Amanda gripped the counter so hard, her knuckles turned white. “I…”
I leaned in closer like I was about to kiss her, but instead, I grabbed the salt shaker, an amused chuckle escaping my lips as I saw a look of disappointment flash across her face. “You know, you do a good job of pretending you don’t want me, but you can’t keep up this charade. I can see it in the way you look at me. If you really wanted nothing to do with me, you wouldn’t have let me in your kitchen.”
“You act as if I had a choice…” She mumbled, her cheeks now the color of roses.
“Of course you did. It’s your house. You could have asked me to leave, but you haven’t even tried to kick me out yet.” As I said these words, I added the onion and butter to the pot, letting a film form over the rice, waiting for just the right moment to add the chicken and wine.
Grabbing a wine bottle that was left on the kitchen table, I added a bit to the mixture, the aromas starting to waft into the air.
Amanda gravitated closer, peeking over my shoulder, obviously intrigued. I grabbed her. “Here, you can help me with this part.” Quickly, I pulled her in front of me, trapping her between my body and the oven.
She tried to wiggle away from me, but I grabbed her wrists, guiding her through the motions as we mixed in the cold butter, letting it melt with the heat of the rice until the broth was just the right level of creaminess.
While she did this, I didn’t miss the opportunity to have a bit of fun with her, pressing my body against hers. When she took control of the stirring, my arms wrapped around her midsection, bringing her just a little closer until she could feel the outline of my member against the back of her thigh.
She dropped the wooden spoon in surprise.
“Shh, just keep stirring or you’ll ruin the dish…” I whispered into her neck, my lips dangerously close to her flesh, my hot breath caressing her earlobe. I could tell by the tenseness of her body that she was fighting her urges, but deep down, she wanted me.
“I… I think it’s done.” She said quickly.
“A few more minutes won’t hurt.” I turned off the stove so the rice wouldn’t overcook. When my hands returned to her body, they inched a little lower, lingering next to the waistband of her pants. I was so close to unbuttoning them, to bending her over the counter right then and there, but I held back, wanting to have my fun with her first.
Soon enough, I felt her rubbing against me, even if ever so slightly.
I grinned. It would take some patience on my part, but I was definitely getting through to her. It would only be a matter of time before I had her in bed, screaming my name and begging for more.
“There,” I whispered, my lips grazing her neck, leaving her shivering before I finally pulled away. “Where do you keep your plates?” My sudden change of tone must have confused her because she just blinked at me a few times like she didn’t understand the question.
I took it upon myself to open her cabinets, looking through each one, subtly taking account of anything that looked valuable. She did have a very nice set of fine china…
Eventually, I found some flat plates, grabbing two. With a skilled hand, I dished the proper serving, garnishing the meal with some fresh parsley.
“Where did you learn to cook so well?” She asked, finally snapping out of her trance.
“Oh, you know, I picked up a few things here and there from my mother.” I shrugged, feigning modesty, knowing girls loved that stuff.
“Oh… was she Italian?”
“No, my father was. She learned some of his favorite dishes.” I explained, weaving a fake story from my past. “But that doesn’t really matter right now, let’s eat.” I pulled out her chair. “Milady.” I motioned with an air of reverence like she was a princess and I was but her humble servant.
Her blush darkened, but she sat down. It seemed as if she wanted to say something, but she kept her lips pressed together, still watching me with suspicion.
Aware that she was watching me, I poured us both a glass of wine before finally sitting down, unbuttoning another button on my shirt.
She quickly looked away.
Knowing she wouldn’t stand the silence for very long, I grabbed my fork and took a bite, complimenting it with the garlic bread I had picked up at the grocery store that afternoon.
“So, do you always do this?”
“Do what?” I asked, my tone innocent as I wiped my mouth with a napkin and looked at her.
“Sweet talk your way into a woman’s house, into her kitchen.”
I grabbed my wine glass. “If I remember correctly, I was invited here.”
“Yes. By my best friend who thinks she’s some sort of a miracle matchmaker.” She grumbled.
“There has to be a reason why she wants to see you with someone. Let me guess… a recent breakup?”
She narrowed her eyes in my direction, her lips pressing into a thin line.
It seems I had struck a nerve. From this point, the night could only go in two directions. Either I pushed her too far and she kicked me out or I showed her that I was clearly the better option to the man that left her.
By the way she downed her glass of wine, I could tell she was vulnerable. She wanted someone to take her into his arms and hold her tight, to ward off the cold that had settled into her heart, but she was too scared to let her inhibitions go.
“It’s none of my business, but any man that ever thought of leaving you truly is a fool.”
“What do you know?” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to build a wall against me, but I always liked a challenge.
“Quite a bit actually… I know you’ve been alone for quite a while and that deep down, you’re yearning for intimacy. For something that will get you so fired up… that you won’t be able to think about anything else.” I got up and approached her, my hands on her thighs, leaning forward until our faces were only inches apart. “Well, I could give that to you… that and so much more. I’ll have you screaming all night long, baby.” I grinned, spreading her legs apart, my hands moving along her thighs.
She stared into my eyes, her body frozen in place.
“I’ll take you to a place you’ve never been before.” My voice lowered as my lips approached hers, our breaths mingling together.
Before she could react, I closed the distance between us, our lips colliding together. For the first few seconds, she didn’t move, her lips lifeless, as if she hadn’t yet realized I had kissed her.
But, when my tongue traced her bottom lip it was like a switch flipped inside of her, bringing her to life. Suddenly, she parted her lips, granting me entrance into her hot mouth.
Our tongues tangled together and I could feel her doubts melting away as she wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me like she needed me.
I picked her up, hoisting her off the chair and into my arms. With my hands under her ass, I prompted her to jump up, her legs wrapping around my waist.
The kiss intensified as my fingers dug into her supple flesh. I could tell that I was turning her on by the fire burning behind her lips. She had finally allowed her body to take control.
Good. That was exactly what I needed.
Wanting to rile her up even more, I slammed her into the wall, taking her breath away. I didn’t even give her a moment to compose herself before I ripped the front of her shirt, exposing her lacy bra. To my surprise and delight, it was one of those that clipped in the front. With a practiced hand, I popped the clasp.
Her tits burst forward. They were much bigger than I had imagined. Excellent. Unable to help myself, I leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it until it became a hard little nub my tongue could play with.
It didn’t take long for her moans to echo through the kitchen. Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling at it, silently asking me for more.
Determined to drive her wild, I moved us onto the counter, grabbing her face with both my hands before I kissed her so hard, our lips nearly melded together. I could feel her heart beating rapid fire as I fondled her left breast, leaving her flesh tender.
Using the kiss as a distraction, I took my chance to unbutton her pants, knowing that if she paid too much attention to what was happening, she might try to stop it.
With my tongue slithering into her mouth, my fingers danced along her thighs, teasing her slightly. Her body reacted splendidly, her back arching, her hips lifting off the counter.
I grinned to myself. I had her exactly where I wanted her. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me.
They never could.
She pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath, her fingers still wrapped around my hair, her eyes sparkling like diamonds. “L-Luke…”
My grin deepened. The night had only just begun and she was already moaning my name. The sound of her soft mewl caused a rush of excitement to run through my veins that was hard to ignore.
Holding back the urge to pound her right there, I slid my hand into her panties, watching as her eyes widened in surprise. Before she could say anything, my fingers ran along her slit, finding it all nice and wet.
“See, as much as you try to deny it, you still want me,” I whispered, my thumb rubbing circles into her clit.
All she could do was moan, her hips gyrating into the air, her fingers pulling at my hair, trying to ground herself in the face of the overwhelming pleasure she felt.
Ever so slowly, I pressed my middle finger against her soaked entrance, teasing her. “Tell me how much you want me.”
She bit her lip, and it was too much for me to take. I pushed her back until her head hit the cabinet behind her, my lips smashing into hers, roughly kissing her. At the same time, my middle finger rammed into her, knuckle-deep.
Her pussy tightened around my finger, threatening to never let it go.
Inside my pants, my cock sprung to life, rubbing against the coarse fabric of my jeans, making things very uncomfortable. With my free hand, I unzipped and freed my cock, taking it into my hand, stroking it until it was rock-hard.
The need to fuck her was almost impossible to resist, but I couldn’t succumb so quickly. I wanted to make this woman beg for it, make her want me so bad that she can think of nothing else but my cock pounding into her.
At the thought, my finger quickened its pace. A pool of her juices gathered in the small triangle of fabric that was still in my way. Knowing it would drive her wild, I pulled on the waistband of her thong until it disappeared between her ass cheeks.
The moans that escaped her lips were music to my ears. Now, all I needed to do was make her scream my name.
She struggled against the kiss, my lips continuing to dominate hers. I pushed her to her limit, only breaking away when I thought she was on the brink of passing out. Panting, her eyes had a glazed over look to them, staring into the distance.
I pulled my fingers away from her needy pussy and suddenly, her expression changed to one of distress. Her eyes grew wide, her bottom lip jutting outwards in a pout.
“What’s wrong baby?” I asked, my voice innocent even though I knew exactly what I was doing to her.
The sound that emerged from her throat was a mixture between a whimper and a moan. “Luke…” Her voice was barely audible.
I could tell she hadn’t reached her breaking point just yet. She needed a bit more persuasion. Easy enough.
With my hands on her thighs, I spread her legs, getting between them. With my fingers hooking into the waistband of her thong, I looked into her eyes before ripping it right off her body.
She yelped at the recoil from the elastic, but I didn’t give her the time to protest before I dove deep into her wet folds, my tongue lapping at the juices that seemed to seep out of her like there was a crack in a dam, just waiting to burst.
“Fuck!” She screamed, her fingers tightened around my hair yet again, pushing my head further into her pussy until my nose pressed against her soft mound.
At her prompting, my tongue slithered inside of her, tasting her straight from the source. I was fast and quick, knowing exactly how and where to flick my tongue to drive her wild. In a few short minutes, she was screaming with pleasure. In fact, she was so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear us. So what? Let them listen.
Determined to make her scream even louder, I pushed my tongue as deep as it would go, twisting it this way and that, stimulating her in ways I was sure she had never felt before. Adding to her pleasure, I started toying with her clit until it was engorged with excitement.
On the counter, a puddle of her juices started to form, her clothes sticking to her body with the layer of sweat that now covered her skin.
Under the probing of my tongue, she started to shiver and moan even louder. She was close to the edge. I brought her even closer, tongue-fucking her with such vigor that I was sure I was making her head spin.
Just when I thought she would lose any and all control, I pulled away, a devious grin on my face as our eyes locked and I saw the look of desperation on her face. “Luke…”
“Beg for it,” I whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her neck, my hands roaming her body, playing her like a violin. I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. I thought she’d be a challenge, but in the end, she was just like all the others.
Despite her obvious desire to orgasm, she hesitated, something holding her back. Her eyes darted toward the windowsill before she suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me into a kiss, her lips full of passion.
The kiss almost caught me by surprise, but I quickly regained control, picking her up, and walking toward the kitchen table.
When she finally gave in, I knew exactly where I wanted to take her.