by Anna Heskin
Before closing time, I practiced making a new strawberry cupcake recipe. The room still smelled of sweet berries and vanilla.
“I never thought this day would come,” Derek said. “I’ve waited a long time to make you mine.”
Still not believing my luck, I fanned myself. “So you’re not put off by my extra weight?”
“Let me show you,” Derek said.
I gulped. The authority in his voice told me a wild adventure had begun.
Derek swooped me off the floor and set me on the stainless steel countertop as if I weighed nothing. The display of brute strength had me pining to be thrown around. I never imagined a man could move my heavy body with ease. With a gentle tug, he pulled my apron over my head and threw it in the corner.
“I don’t want to hear any more talk that you’re not enough for me,” Derek said he brought his face close to mine. Although he stood a foot taller than me, being on the counter allowed me to look him straight in the eyes. The sincerity behind his words made me shiver.
“I missed you,” I said moments before our lips touched.
Derek pulled away for a moment. “Shh. Let’s show each other.” His sweet breath lingered just above my lips.
I grabbed a handful of his uniform shirt and closed the gap between our faces. He claimed my lips with his demanding mouth, numbing my mind with the smoldering nibbles and gentle biting. I parted my lips, letting his molten tongue slip into my warm mouth. Our tongues oscillated around each other, fueled by the energies of missing time. My heart pounded as his kiss alternated between tender and intense fire.
Rather than pass out, I pulled away for a quick breath of air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him tighter. His hard cock greeted my stomach. “Take me,” I said, knowing he had to enjoy the heat radiating from my pussy pressed against him, even through our clothes.
“Not yet,” Derek whispered. “I’ve waited a long time to claim you. We have no reason to rush.”
The man already melted me but hearing him say I was “his” made me want him even more. As Derek began to softly kiss and nibble my neck, I moaned and reached for his crotch. I grabbed the head of his shaft and rotated my palm around, stimulating him through his pants.
Derek moaned and pulled away from my neck. He glanced at the front of my dress, then the back, and cocked his head to the side. As if reading his mind, I said, “it’s all one piece.”
My pussy clenched as Derek pulled my dress up from my knees, exposing my legs and wet panties. With one arm, he lifted my hips off the countertop enough to continue removing the clothing up over my chest with his other hand.
“That’s better,” he said, throwing the dress to the side. It landed in the giant bowl of icing left over from making the strawberry cupcakes. “Oops,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not using that icing,” I said, looking forward to whatever Derek wanted to do to me next.
“You may not be using the icing, but I am,” Derek said as he grabbed the bowl and spatula. He set them down next to me then spread my thighs further apart. With a smooth motion, he scooped icing and put a dollop on each inner thigh, followed by his juicy hot tongue. Tingles spread up my legs as he licked the sugar from my smooth skin.
My fingers grabbed his hair. “That’s so good,” I moaned.
“You haven’t felt anything yet.” My face flushed harder.
Derek put more icing on my inner thighs, closer to my panties. As his mouth inched closer, a warmth spread through my pelvis, like hot chocolate hitting my stomach on a cold January morning. He licked off the icing with a flat, slippery tongue, then flicked the edges of my panties. After swallowing, he took in a deep breath with his nose in my huge wet spot, eyes closed and smiling.
I expected him to rip my panties off at any moment. Hell, I wanted to do it for him. Instead, he cupped my big breasts in his strong hands. My swollen pussy throbbed and ached for his attention. It was pure torture, but I loved the attention he gave my entire body.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Derek said as the spatula spread icing across my stomach rolls. I looked down and saw he had drawn a heart. With the same enthusiasm he showed on my legs, he licked the icing from my belly.
I stopped moaning long enough to grab his hard cock through his pants again. “Derek. I believe you. Now take me.” I needed him to fill my pussy.
“Patience, dear.” I didn’t know where he learned the restraint needed to not whip out his cock already. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra. As he pulled it down off my arms, he trailed the spatula on my tits. With a youthful smile on his face, he covered my hard nipples in icing.
“Oh, dear God,” I cried out as his lips and tongue swirled around my bare tips. On each side, he cupped me in his firm grasp and licked my buds clean. I shifted my hips back and forth, needing him to fuck me.
Just when my sensitive nipples couldn’t take any more, he brought his attention back to my panties. With his eyes closed, he again sniffed all over. “Mmm,” he moaned before putting his mouth on me, over my mound. My hand grabbed his head as his breath heated the skin underneath. He licked and teased my lips through the panties, threatening to make me explode.
“Here,” I said, tugging at the top of my panties. “Please, take these off.”
Derek ignored my request. He ran his fingers along the sides of my panties, teasing the skin where my legs met my most sensitive area. With a gentle tug, he pulled my panties to the side, just enough to get direct access to my swollen lips. Everything glistened from how soaked I had already gotten.
In one long stroke, his tongue ran along the side of my thigh, up to my crotch, and paused on top of my clit. Shivers ran up my spine as the heat of his tongue transferred to my aching pussy. “Fill me up, Derek,” I whispered.
Derek raised up and slid my panties off, throwing them in the corner. He stared at my exposed pussy for a moment. “So fucking beautiful,” he said.
Yes, he’ll finally fuck me. I don’t think I can take any more. “Should we go somewhere else? This is too high to fuck me on,” I said.
“Not yet,” Derek said before his mouth latched back on to my clit. I leaned my head back and moaned. He would make me wait longer to let my pussy grip his throbbing cock.
In my sporadic sexual history, no man ever ate me out the way Derek did. I was a mess of wetness, tingling, and flushing. The pleasure built by the second as Derek used his tongue, lips, and fingers to stimulate every nerve in and around my aching pussy.
“Derek. Right there.” He found the sweetest spot. “Don’t stop, I’m going to come.” The edges of my vision went black as warmth spread up from pussy into my entire body. My hips shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed throughout. I surrendered to every sensation given to me by Derek’s expert mouth.
His big hands continued to grip my thighs and his tongue rested motionless on my clit as my breathing calmed down. He kissed every square inch in the area. “Do you believe me now?” he asked.
I managed a nod of my head with wide eyes. I’d never experienced anything like that orgasm. It made the session with my bathtub friend seem like a mild tingle.
Derek’s pants still bulged from his cock waiting for release. My pussy still ached to be filled, but I figured I’d let him wait longer like he did to me.
I hopped off the countertop and patted the surface. “Your turn. Hop up.”
Before Derek sat, he unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. His meaty cock bounced up and down as I stared. He was even bigger than his height and frame size would indicate.
With my long-lost love sitting on the countertop, his erection pointing up past his belly button, I grabbed the bowl of icing. “My turn for a treat,” I said.
Derek’s face and neck flushed with excitement. I wanted to see the ripped muscles of his chest and arms but taking off his shirt would have to wait. His cock had begged for attention long enough.
I grabbed a ha
ndful of icing and spread it all over his length. He had a nice trim job, allowing for a nice, clean layer of fruity sugar. “Oh my, what a mess I made,” I said, admiring my handiwork.
“Better clean it off,” Derek said as he closed his eyes, spread his legs more, and leaned further back.
With no hands, I leaned across his lap and pulled his sticky head into my mouth. Since I’m so short, I didn’t have to stoop lower to suck him off the countertop.
“Your cock is so delicious,” I said.
“That’s the icing you made,” Derek said.
“The icing is gone already. It’s you that tastes so good,” I said between teasing the underside of his head with my tongue and taking him deep into my throat. My large tits bounced as my head bobbed up and down on his thick shaft. His huge thighs clenched as pleasure spread throughout his body.
After a couple minutes, Derek pulled me off his cock. “I need to get inside you.”
Blood rushed to my pussy, which was still sopping wet. I stepped aside and let Derek jump down. The desire to see his bare chest overcame me and I tore at his uniform top. He helped me out, stripping off the rest of his clothes.
“This is all so incredible,” I said, rubbing my hands all over his firm muscles. His abs had abs. The man could star in a sexy firefighter calendar.
“That’s how I feel about your body,” Derek said. I was thankful my curves turned him on.
“My pussy is ready for you,” I said. My cheeks flushed with desire.
“Such naughty language,” Derek said. He picked up the spatula and gave my ass a whack. The sting caused waves of pleasure to flow throughout my lower half.
“Do it again,” I pleaded, putting my hands on the edge of the sink which sat lower than the stainless steel counter, allowing me to bend over.
“Oh, you like that.” Derek spanked me with the spatula until my tender buttocks had me crying for mercy. It was amazing to have so many sensations given to me by such a man. He smacked his cock on my ass cheeks, leaving drops of precum from his swollen tip.
“Get inside me,” I said, spreading my legs wider. I couldn’t wait any longer to have him fill me up.
“Are you clean?” Derek asked.
“Yes.”
“Me too,” Derek said. “You and my ex are the only two I’ve ever been with.” It came as a surprise to me since he could get sex anywhere and anytime he wanted.
The head of his cock pressed against my warm wet opening. “You don’t have to worry about birth control,” I said. “I can’t have babies.”
“No worries,” Derek said. Relief surged through my chest. I often imagined that could be a sticking point for some men but it didn’t seem to bother Derek that I couldn’t bear his children. As that thought eased my mind, his thick cock pushed into me, causing a slight whimper.
“Oh, Derek,” I said. “I want you to pound me.” It felt like heaven to have a tight grip on him.
“I’ve dreamed of this for years,” Derek said as his strong hands gripped my hips. The sounds of his body slapping against mine echoed through the kitchen. I reached down and played with my clit. “Let me,” Derek said, reaching his long arm around my hips and pushing aside my hand. His fingers stroked me as he continued to thrust deep inside.
“I want to feel you come,” I said. The pleasure was almost too much for me to keep a hold of the sink’s edge. It didn’t take long to feel another orgasm approaching. Derek’s cock swelled even larger inside me.
“Come for me, baby,” Derek said, his breathing becoming more ragged and desperate.
In mere moments, neither of us could hold back any longer. As I started to come, Derek’s hand released off my clit and his hands dug into my hips as his cock unloaded inside me. I resumed stroking myself as contractions racked both of our bodies. When the throbbing subsided, Derek leaned forward, collapsing his body onto mine.
“That was amazing,” he whispered. I nodded as his cock slid out of me, then stood up as Derek leaned down to kiss my neck.
I can’t believe I doubted this man earlier. He just ravaged my curvy body.
We embraced for several minutes as our blood flow and breathing returned to normal. Since he stood a full foot taller than me, his massive frame enveloped mine. He almost made it seem like I had a small body.
“Where’s your restroom?” Derek asked.
“Around the corner over there and to your left,” I pointed.
“Be right back.” He kissed me on the cheek.
“I’ll be right here,” I said. His earthy scent lingered as I stood there, still stunned at what took place in my kitchen.
This kitchen is a mess. While I waited for Derek to return, I picked up a rag and started to clean up the icing.
6
Derek
Damn.
My emotions floated sky high as I stood at the toilet, letting out the longest piss of my life. Sex with Ali electrified me. My mind had trouble wrapping itself around what had happened.
I wet a paper towel and gave my cock a good wipe down. I’m not a neat freak but I didn’t need to leave with unnecessary fluids and smells drying on me.
While washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror and my head jerked when I spotted something amiss on the back wall. Up in the corner, I noticed someone had capped the pipe going to the sprinkler system.
That’s fucked up. What else is wrong in this place?
I mentally put on my fire chief hat and walked back to the dark hallway. The alley door lacked a well-lit exit sign above it.
When I re-entered the kitchen, Ali flashed me a big smile. “Hey, there,” she said.
My face remained stoic and didn’t return the smile.
“Derek, what’s wrong?” Ali’s demeanor turned south.
“How long have you rented this place?”
“Since last fall,” Ali said.
“Has the fire marshal been out here yet?” I asked.
“No. I’d know, because I’ve been here every day since I opened. Why?” Ali asked as she began to put her clothes back on.
“Where’s the fire alarm?” I asked.
“On the other side of the refrigerator on the back wall,” Ali pointed.
I located the switch and pulled. Nothing. I checked the circuit breaker in the wall and sure enough, it had been tripped.
“Derek, what’s going on?” Ali’s gorgeous hair was a mess and her cheeks still glowed.
“You’ve been operating without working sprinklers or fire alarm. Plus, the exits don’t have clearly marked, well-lit signs above them.”
“I had no idea,” Ali said. “I assumed the landlord took care of everything.”
“The fire alarm issue could be the fault of wiring. That could spark a fire.”
“Oh, my,” Ali said.
“Your safety and those who enter this building is at risk. I have no choice but to have the fire marshal come out here tomorrow. Citations will be issued and you’ll have to shut down until the issues get fixed.”
“I can’t afford that.”
“The landlord will be on the hook for it,” I said.
“I don’t want to lose the money for being closed. Can’t I have someone come look when I’m closed on Sunday?”
“No, I can’t in good conscious let you or anyone else work in this space until the safety is addressed.”
“Well, aren’t you the lady boner killer right now?” Ali put her hand on her hip.
“Ali, don’t get upset at me. I’m doing my job.” I felt like a dick but it had to be done.
“All right,” Ali said with an acid tongue, waving her arm forward toward the exit. “We should leave now.”
Awkward silence filled the air between us as Ali locked the front door. The street sat empty and dark. The neighborhood was safe enough, I didn’t worry about her closing up after sunset.
I gripped Ali’s shoulder. “Ali, don’t open this shop in the morning. I’ll use my influence to get the marshal here as soon as possible. Call me if you hea
r something before me.”
Ali ignored me with her face watching the ground as we walked to the parking lot.
“Ali, talk to me,” I said as we reached our vehicles.
“Good night, Derek. Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she said as she got in her car without giving me another glance.
Fuck me running. She has no right to be upset with me.
The next morning, I sat in my office without so much as a call or text from her. I accompanied my unit on a couple runs and never had a missed call. The code violations in Ali’s store were the problem of her landlord. She didn’t need to ruin an amazing evening by getting pissed at me.
I messaged my contact at the fire marshal’s office. They said they scheduled an inspection for 3:00 that afternoon, confirmed by the shop owner, Ali, who would let them into the building. I wonder if she listened to me when I told her to not go in there to work this morning?
Lunch passed without hearing from Ali. I tried one more time to call her, followed by a text message. No bite with either. I’d already broken through her question of whether her sexy, curvy body was enough for me. Why did she have to throw another wrench in what could be a miraculous reunion story?
I fiddled with my ring finger which had been empty for the past year. Perhaps it would be for the best if another woman didn’t tie me down. Dammit, no, I won’t let my ex ruin potential love. As I leaned back in my desk chair, more flashbacks hit me:
It’s my first day at Idaho State. As a freshman, I’m lost and don’t know anyone. Rather than go to an organized activity for opening weekend, I wandered around campus.
Did Ali come to this school too? I can’t believe we didn’t talk about our upcoming college plans with each other. We were too busy making out at camp.
It wasn’t until Thanksgiving when I gave up the hope Ali attended the same out-of-state university I did. The fire science program was the only reason I traveled so far from home.
Back in the present day, I stared at my computer screen. My eighteen-year-old self would’ve given my left testicle to see Ali again. Now that she stumbled back into my life, I wasn’t going to let her go, especially after the special night we shared in her kitchen.
