Chapter 15
It was a few minutes past three in the afternoon when she walked toward the main entrance of the restaurant. The staff usually arrived around four except for the floor manager.
The man smiled at her from behind the cashier’s booth as she walked through the dining area. “Mantra, I didn’t think you were working tonight.”
“I’m not. I need to talk to Yash before his travel.”
“He is in the test kitchen, and I don’t know if he wants to talk to anyone,” the manager warned.
“He knows I’m coming,” she lied.
Her nerves were raw, and she was a nervous wreck as she opened the door to the test kitchen where only Yash and his chef were allowed. The chef didn’t work Sundays, and she knew Yash was alone.
Yash was at one of the stainless steel counters with his back to her. She shut the door quietly behind her and stood staring at his mile-wide shoulders.
She walked cautiously toward him, her eyes trained on him. She was a foot away when he turned to look at her.
She gave him a sheepish smile not knowing what to say. He stepped to his side to place his hands under the automatic sensor faucet and washed his hands, his eyes never leaving her face and not breaking the silence.
He took a hasty step toward her, and the next moment, she felt his lips on hers. She moaned into his mouth, opening up for his invasion. His one hand went up to cup her cheek while the other hand dug into her back bringing her mound to his hardness between his thighs.
“Yash…”
“Why did you make me wait?” he demanded with a slight tinge of anger in his voice.
Tremors ran through her body threatening to rip her nerves to shreds as he swirled his tongue around hers and took her mouth as no one had ever before. Her back hit the wall with an unstoppable passion brewing within. She couldn’t stop him, and there was no reason to do so.
“I now wonder how you taste.” It was a growl against her lips.
She moaned letting her head tip back against the wall when he buried his face in her chest, his palm caressing her breasts. He slipped lower, his hands following suit and pulled down the waistband of her leggings along with her panties.
Her knees turned to jelly, and if it weren’t for his palms that held her thighs to the wall, she would have collapsed to the floor. Her body convulsed with every whiff he took of her arousal before taking the tip of his tongue to trace the cleft from the very top. She felt his stubble graze the delicate skin and tightened her hold on his hair.
“You taste so good, I could eat you all day,” he growled running his tongue south. Her body went stiff when he kept going past the end of her soaked folds toward unconquered territory. He lifted one foot off the floor opening her up and draped her leg over his shoulder.
“I’ve never…” She wanted to tell him it was her first time being touched in such a private spot but could not get the words out.
He pulled back to look up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, don’t.” It was a desperate plea.
“I couldn’t, even if I wanted to,” he murmured going back to dig his tongue through her soaking folds. She winced uncontrollably with a feeling she never experienced but couldn’t get enough of.
“I’m going to die if you don’t make me come.”
She heard him grunt before taking a bite of her inner thigh making her gasp, and dirty pleasure spread over her.
“I want you to taste what I am tasting.” He sucked in the moisture from her folds before standing up.
He planted a gentle kiss on her lips before gathering her into his arms like she weighed nothing. She ran her thumb over the cleft on his chin smiling at the memory of his chin buried in her darkest spot a few moments ago.
She leaned closer to take a bite of his cheek just like she had in the picture.
“I saw the selfie I took with me trying to eat you.” She teased looking into his piercing eyes and saw them gleam. His lips found hers with unnerving hunger making her wiggle to the core as he kissed her hard. Her lips went sore from the pressure, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to dent and bruise every inch of her body to feel the exquisite pain her body longed to feel.
He placed her on the large stainless steel counter and pulled back. He walked over to a large fridge, his eyes never breaking their gaze.
“Yash, come back.” It was half order, half plea.
“You want to know what my experiment is?” He pulled out a small container of what looked like a sauce. He poured it out into a smaller cup and came back to her.
She smiled, nodding as he came back to her.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” He ran his finger over her lower lip, and he then took his finger to dip into the sauce.
“Open up for me, sweetness,” he ordered pulling her panties and leggings all the way to her ankles. He pushed up her t-shirt exposing her belly button. He ran the sauce-coated finger around her belly button making her laugh. He poked her belly button with his tongue before making his way back to her throbbing layers that he couldn’t get enough of.
He squeezed her nipples one after the other as he licked and nipped on her clit applying pressure on the area around it with his lips. She cried out in a sheer thrill every time he bit a little harder on her folds as he worshiped her.
She clenched her stomach when she felt his tongue work up a rhythm that was agonizingly slow and sensuous. She let go of his hair worried she would rip it off his scalp and held on to his shirt. Her hips were on the very edge of the stainless steel counter as he raised her hips and she reached for her release.
She felt the tornado of pleasure lift her up and push her over the edge as an orgasm rippled through her. Her lips parted in a feral cry, and she felt his fingers shove into her mouth.
“This is how good you taste.”
She sucked his fingers like she couldn’t get enough taking in the sweetness of caramel that was spiced up with a delectable amount of heat and salt.
She shook with never-ending spasms as he lapped her release before taking a big bite of her belly button.
“Oh my God.” It was all she could say as he made his way back to find her lips.
“Breathe, baby. I don’t want you to pass out on me.”
Her breathing was labored, and all she could think of was to cling to him.
He planted feather-light kisses along her jawline as she took in deep breaths. “You are so hot right now.”
“Yash… I want you. There is no denying it anymore, but…”
“Why is there a but?”
“I want this more than anything, and we should do it right. Take me on a date before you fuck me,” she demanded, surprised she was able to speak her mind.
“Our date would have to wait until Friday,” he groaned into her neck.
“I know, and in the meantime, if you find someone who can get me out of your mind, you can take them on a date,” she said playfully running her lips on his cheek.
“Not happening.” He nipped the delicate skin on her neck making her want to rip her clothes apart and offer herself up to him, but she knew better.
If the initial attraction was going to lead to something meaningful, who was she to stop it from happening?