CHAPTER NINE
Italian Food, Italian Icing, So Very Enticing
She’d eaten four thick slices of the heavily seasoned garlic bread…
Who knew what the bastard had put in it? It might as well have been crack-cocaine for all she knew because it was the best damn garlic bread she’d ever had. She was officially hooked.
“Okay, I need to know what’s up.” She grabbed her glass of red wine by the stem, tipped it towards her awaiting mouth, and took a generous gulp. “How’d you learn to cook like this?”
“Actually, I’m not all that great a cook. I just know how to chef up some things well, these being a few of them.” He put his burgundy linen napkin next to his plate.
There was that smile again—the one that seemed sincere but was turned and twisted from the murky depths of deceit. She trusted him, but not his words. What a strange realization and predicament she found herself suddenly in. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, careful to not tip her drink, lest she lose the precious drops in a messy sacrifice.
As he dipped his garlic bread in the pasta sauce, he kept on smiling, holding tight to that expression. It looked an awful lot like the hope she’d grabbed onto when she had nothing left to carry her through. A smile… What was it, truly?
The man wasn’t as happy as he pretended to be. Maybe he wasn’t really lying, but there was something behind that smile… something that disturbed her so.
After her divorce, she went through a stage of not trusting herself, but after she’d came through, healed from it all, she began to really pay attention to what people said, what they didn’t say, and the expressions on their faces. She firmly believed that had she paid more attention to her ex-husband’s words and actions and nonverbal cues, she would have seen the writing on the wall. That son of a bitch had never hidden his true self from her; she’d simply chosen to ignore it, and what a bitter pill that had been to swallow.
Now she was equipped to detect these sorts of hypocrisies and contradictions much better. Aiden’s smile was hiding something. It was a shield; the damn thing was almost forced, and his low-key, relaxed, easy going behavior was now in question. Was it all an act? She was growing close to him—no, more than that, she felt attached. She cared for the man in unexpected ways that made her pause and question her true motives as of late.
She yearned to pull the sheets off and expose the secrets, but she shoved the notion away.
No need to ruin his birthday by making things unpleasant, but this isn’t over. I will deal with it later. Just drop it for now. Besides, it’ll only lead to an argument.
“Well, you cook these few things very well.” She chuckled, bringing herself out of the introspective funk.
“Do you want some more wine?” he offered as he held up the bottle and waved it, a cute little smirk on his face.
“No, I think I better stop while I’m ahead.”
He nodded in understanding and placed it back down on the table.
“I’m so excited for you to see your birthday gifts. I can’t wait until you unwrap them.”
He looked at her for quite some time, his expression impenetrable. Shoving his plate aside, he leaned into the table, his eyes on her.
“Do you know what I really want for my birthday, tonight?” She couldn’t help but smile at the man as he gave her the naughtiest of glances.
“What?”
“I’d much rather unwrap you instead. I don’t need a plate for my dessert. I want to eat some of that cake off your body.”
For a split second, she was at a loss for words. She burst out laughing, and he did the same.
“You laugh, but I’m serious.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I like you a whole damn lot, Addison. You’re special, you know that? The man who let you go was a fool…”
Her body went hot at his words, her pussy called out to him, and her heart raced.
“He was a fool all right, but not for the reasons you mentioned. Anyway, I was really looking forward to tonight. And well…” She sank her teeth into her lower lip as she cast him a mischievous grin. “You didn’t disappoint. I think I can handle dessert. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’m so into you.”
The sexy son of a bitch stood from the table.
“I’m glad you’re into me…” He inched towards her, tapping his fingers along the edge of the table as he approached. “Because there’s nothing I would like more right this second than to be a little closer to you. Come to bed with me.” He pressed two fingers beneath her chin and tilted it upward. “Let me show you how happy the birthday boy is tonight.” He reached for her hand to help her rise from her seat.
“When I’m finished with you, you’ll think it was your birthday… Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
She followed him through a long hallway engulfed in darkness; only the creaking of their feet against the wood awakened a world that was content on silence. When he opened his bedroom door, out poured vibrant, red illumination. She stepped over the threshold and was certain her eyes looked three times their normal size.
“Oh my God, this is amazing. Cool lighting and your bedroom is magnificent! Does it always look this way?” She admired the furniture and general layout of the room. He undid his leather belt and laid it with a loud thud on his dresser.
“Minus the red rose petals sprinkled all around the room and this blinding red light, pretty much.” She blinked several times as he played with a knob on the wall, altering the colors of the overhead ceiling light that was responsible for red hue. The rubicund color slowly waned and turned to purple, then blue before cycling back to red. Ivory and cherry scented candles sat in clear jars, their golden flames jumping and swaying as a small gust of air blew past. Aiden had opened the master suite bathroom door, causing a sudden breeze, and disappeared inside. Since he left the door ajar, she could see him turning on the faucet and washing his hands and face. She glanced at the bed. It was a monstrous thing, looking significantly larger than even a regular king-sized.
California king, maybe?
She ran her hands up and down the thick black metal posts. His sheets and comforter were snow white with a dainty black trim. Gliding her palm leisurely across the material, she discovered that it was soft and cool to the touch. Well-made, indeed. Two iron nightstands stood on either side of the bed, both black, matching the rest of the furniture in the room. Off to the right was a small semi-circular desk with a laptop on it.
An abstract screensaver illustrated colorful electronic tidal waves. From the speakers poured out beautiful music—Mariah Carey’s, “My All.” There were a couple of double doors on the opposite side of the room which she presumed was his closet and a large window took up most of one wall. She made her way over to crack open the black and white curtains and peek outside at a spectacular view of the metropolis. City lights sparkled amidst the melted snow on rooftops. People moseyed about, lovers on the most romantic day of the year.
His condo was in a nice area of town, so she expected nothing less. His place was impressive, no doubt to justify a big mortgage. Though his taste in décor did not match hers, she appreciated the care he took to make everything look beautiful. Hell, it turned her on. The masculinity dripping off the place made her shudder, but in a good way. The man appeared to have a good eye; the place looked comfy, but not crowded and full of unnecessary knickknacks. He maintained the perfect balance.
She needed this moment to absorb his surroundings like a fish needed the sea. She tried to extract anything and everything she could about him from her observations—all of the truth his mouth refused to utter, but his heart, and those damn gorgeous eyes of his screamed to her.
She turned away from the window for a spell and took note of a large painting on the wall. It was right above the bed, which seemed to call her name. The painting depicted the silhouette of a man with his head down, holding the world in his hands, high above his head like an offering to an invisible God. He appeared to be in a rain storm. Streams of water washed down his body, falling from the heavens. She cocked her head to the side and studied it, wondering so much…
Is that you, Aiden? Do you carry the world while you remain neglected?
Are you a martyr, or do you suffer in silence? Is your pain authentic or imagined? From the looks of things, it is quite real and unspoken…
She had a funny feeling even his closest family and friends didn’t truly know him, and this made her all the more curious.
Just then she heard his heavy gait approach. She turned and looked at the delectable specimen of a man. There he stood, practically dripping with testosterone, his image a sight to see. The man was completely naked—a thing of pure beauty. Tall and lean, the black serpent tattoo slithering down his right shoulder and forearm. She smiled at him, and he responded with a smile of his own, one as crooked as the slight bend in his long, thick and juicy cock.
Mmmm, shit… can’t get nicer than that.
“You’re naked.” Her pussy poured a sweet potion between her thighs as she caught sight of his tight ass when he turned and fiddled with something on his dresser. “Like birthday suit naked.” She giggled.
“Yeah, and you’re still dressed.” Lying beneath the sheets, he propped his arm behind his head. He looked so comfortable, so pleased with the world he’d created for himself. Perhaps he’d invite her inside… She left the curtains partially open to draw in a sliver of the city lights and approached the man, her hips swaying in a lover’s dance. Along the way, she removed her clothing until the red cat suit and her matching bra and panties were tossed at the end of the bed. He flung the covers further off his body, waiting for her to climb up onto the bed and crawl towards him. Running her fingertips along his knees, she smiled up at him, and he didn’t take his eyes off her.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you…” He groaned.
She looked longingly down at his hard dick, the thickness making her mouth water. It veered slightly to the right, the head a tad deeper hued than the rest. She took it into her hands; the heaviness and warmth made her pussy drip.
“I’m going to suck this big dick good, birthday boy.”
When she gave a quick flick of her tongue along the prominent ridge, he groaned and pulled her head down flush to his groin, forcing more of himself into her mouth as he gyrated and pumped his pelvis. His back arched off the bed as she followed his lead, swallowing him up greedily, tasting the smooth, delicious flavor of his cock. His groaning grew increasingly louder, spurring her on to devour him and fall under his hedonistic spell. Popping the monster out of her mouth, she let a trail of saliva and precum dangle from her lower lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and looked at the man from behind lovesick, hooded eyes.
“I love sucking your dick… You’ve got such a nice one, too.” She meant every damn word, too. Taking him into the throat, she practically gagged on her mannish meal. He moaned as she sucked him hard, and his desperate pumps turned to insistent thrusts. She pulled away. “I could suck it all…night…long.”
“And you do it so fucking well! Shit!” He stiffened then relaxed, panting and moaning as she took him back in, this time slurping the sides of his shaft with an eager tongue.
She could see in his eyes he was hell-bent on controlling his urge to release… wishing to draw it out, gain more pleasure before he waved the creamy white flag. Her desire to feel him inside her caused her to slow her pace, bring her gift to a close, and usher her body over his for a much-needed embrace. His chest rose and fell quickly beneath her as they passionately kissed one another, holding on to each other for dear life. Gripping the back of her neck, he ravished her mouth and cheeks, breathlessly showering her with endless affection. They looked into each other’s eyes, neither saying a word, but at the same time saying so much. Feelings washed over her, signaling a bond she couldn’t fully understand.
As she swam in her thoughts, he turned her on her back and slid one of her legs over his shoulder. As he lay on top of her, she reached for his face to draw him closer and slid her tongue in his mouth. Their kiss sent waves of passion throughout her body, electrifying every nerve ending, filling her with hunger and a thirst for release. He grinded between her thighs, his fat dick running up and down the length of her wet pussy. She wanted to feel him so desperately; she yearned for him from her head to her toes.
At last he reached inside his nightstand drawer for a condom. With lightning speed, he sheathed his cock and drove it inside her, triggering her screams and moans at his urgent intrusion.
“Fuck!” he yelled, his eyes fluttering. He hooked his arm around her waist and pumped his hips. Aiden was so deep inside her that he rendered her breathless. He shimmied from side to side, the thrusts short and shallow, then plunged deep and hard, his lovemaking as varied as his facial expressions. He covered her face, shoulders and neck with urgent kisses and every now and again, she caught him smiling, and she couldn’t help but smile, too. “Mmmm, you feel so fucking good.”
She shook in his grip, lost in the speed of his thrusts that she feared might break the bed in two. She held on tight, for her pussy had never had it so good. She sighed when he slid his hand between their gyrating bodies and massaged her clit. His touch was soft and sensitive, but his thrusts unbreakable and demanding.
“I’m… I’m gonna… shit!” she yelled out, back arched as he sent her there… Every cell in her body was conscious, singing his praises.
He kept his hand upon her bud, his thrusts consistent as he looked into her eyes then stole her voice with a soft, passionate kiss. Her orgasm rode a wave of unchartered climactic territory, and her body would never be the same. As she calmed, he went impossibly deeper, his thrusts stronger but slower. He left little kisses along her jaw as he held her neck gently, his warm breath surrounding her collar bones like a necklace. And then he jerked, and paused, his breathing choppy and erratic.
“Yes, baby… cum for me…”
He buried his face in her neck, and she soon felt the rush of warmth within her. Moments later, they were laughing and holding hands as he lay on top of her, heavy and comforting like a favorite quilt. When he rose, he took his body heat with him. She felt cold without his touch, but he soon returned with a piece of birthday cake…
“You cut the cake?! Nooo!” She sat up in protest and punched the bed. “Aiden, that’s not how this was supposed to go. We were supposed to sing happy birthday, light a candle and—”
“Calm down. It’s my birthday cake, right? To do with as I please.” She wanted to wipe the smug expression off of the jerk’s face for ruining her plans. “And I want to eat it, just how I said I want to eat it.” He tossed her a naughty grin. “You thought I was just kidding, huh?” Plucking some white frosting with his finger, he sucked the digit clean. She swallowed as the man approached her in all his naked glory, his magnificent dick drawing her eye. She had no idea why she was so fascinated with it. She’d seen plenty of cocks but Aiden’s… it was pure perfection and boy did he know how to use it.
“All right, lie back for me, baby.” She did as he instructed then burst out laughing when he applied the frosting all over her erect nipples, tickling her.
“Oh my God! Stop!” She giggled, but he ignored her, going about his sweet, merry way. He sucked the left nipple clean, popping it out of his mouth like a sucker, and gave the same treatment to the other.
“How does that feel?” His warm breath caressed her sensitive flesh as he asked the question between delicate sucks.
“You’re crazy…” She laughed lightly. “But it feels… it feels good, actually.”
“This cake tastes amazing, but your body tastes better…” Dipping his fingers into the frosting once again, he made a trail all the way down between her breasts, over her stomach, to her pussy. Setting the dessert on the nightstand, he got situated between her legs and proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble his way slowly down until he arrived at her saturated valley. Her pussy quaked in anticipation and her stomach trembled from his subtle touch.
“Oh God, yes…” She hissed and closed her eyes. The man gripped her waist and made a meal of her love, his tongue licking her essence with fine-tuned precision. She sat up on her elbows, forcing her breasts to fall forward as they locked eyes. She loved watching him; the way his long, pink tongue circled her pussy and darted in and out of it made her damn toes curl. “Damn, baby.” Her body jolted as a wave of lust flowed through her groin and spread upward, leaving her wanting more.
“Mmmm, you taste so damn good, Addison… I love eating your soft, wet and warm pussy. Happy Birthday to me… yummy.” He gripped her ass with both hands and fed on her as if she were the juiciest peach he’d ever had. His face disappearing from view, the intensity of his licks and sucks overcame her. Her orgasm mounted and charged, bursting free, her heart tapping an uneven dance and her body shaking. A slippery mess she was, her head spinning and her limbs loose—her mind free.
Finishing her off with a kiss across her pulsating love, Aiden crawled up the bed and coaxed her onto her side. She sighed with relief, loving how his muscular, warm body felt against hers when he spooned her. As if they were engaged in a dance and she a ballerina, he reached under her thigh and raised it, opening her legs. With slow, sure movements, he thrust his hard cock within her. Her voice sprung a high note before she lost her breath completely. Her passion rang free through mumbled words, a grip of his pillow, and prayers that she not fall in love with this man—with his kindness to her, his humor and expert lovemaking. This would be her downfall… but perhaps it was too late. What his mouth didn’t say, his actions and his dick did tenfold. He’d made himself crystal clear.
“Baby, you’re mine!” Seemingly reading her mind, he blurted the possessive words as his pelvis bumped violently into her, driving himself to the brink until she felt the heat of his strong release. She lost her breath in that moment, coming undone as he came, his pelvis moving in a slow grind until, at last, he stilled. He exhaled, his breath heavy, and pressed his firm chest against her back. Silence reigned between them as they came down from the high. After a few quiet moments, coolness hit her body in the cruelest of ways for he rose from the bed and left the bedroom. Sitting up, she fluffed the pillow and wondered what he was up to. Before she could call out to ask, he returned with what appeared to be a card, a single red rose, and a large heart shaped chocolate box. He sat by her side.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He placed the items between them, but handed her the card first.
“Awww! Thank you, Aiden… you’re so sweet.” She grinned as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “What about the birthday gifts I brought you?”
“I’ll open them later. Go on.”
She opened the vanilla scented envelope. Bringing it to her nose, she closed her eyes and gave it a hearty sniff. Removing the card, she saw the design on the front—two hands reaching out to one another with the sea as a backdrop. She didn’t miss how one hand was brown and the other white. “Where’d you get this?”
“A little shop that has some pretty nice stuff… Go on, read it.”
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, ADDISON
This is my first Valentine’s Day with you, but I hope it’s not the last.
I’m really feeling you. You wouldn’t break a guy’s heart on his birthday, would you? I hope not because I want to know if you’d like us to see each other exclusively? Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won’t you be my forever?
-Aiden
P.S. I hope you liked the calla lilies.
-Tongue-tied
“That was you?!” Her eyes sheened over and her mouth hung open in shock as he nodded.
“Yup. That was me.”
She lunged at him to grab him in an embrace and they fell back onto the bed, laughing hard. Wrapping her arms around him, she looked down at him, admiring all of him.
“Yeah… I will be yours. But first, let’s make love one more time…”