by Alice Ward
He cupped my face in his warm hands and pulled his mouth from mine. “What do you want?”
I thought he wanted me to say that I wanted him. But from the way my heart was beating, that was a given. “More of those Coco Crazies,” I joked with a soft laugh.
He held my hand, running his thumb along my palm, his voice low and tender. “I have a whole stash of them at my apartment.” He looked out the window. “It’s in Hell’s Kitchen.”
I grinned like a little kid. “See… I knew you were from Hell.”
He grinned back, looking as goofy as I was sure I did. “There is only one condition, if you truly want more of my devilish snacks.”
“And that is?”
“Like I said before, you’ll have to eat it off me.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, checking to see if he was joking.
He wasn’t.
His apartment wasn’t anything like I expected. I thought it’d be top-of-the-line digs in a prime location overlooking Central Park, just like where he’d grown up. Instead, his building was a small, nondescript brownstone. The lobby was cramped and didn’t even have a doorman. Homes here, even small ones, probably cost millions of dollars, but I’d expected Zachary Vaughn wouldn’t settle for less than the best.
I glanced at him as a small, cramped elevator creaked open.
He bowed with a flourish and motioned for me to go first. I wasn’t sure it was safe, but I did anyway. I laughed when I stepped inside.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just expected you’d live in a giant mansion with servants and footmen or something.”
He hitched a shoulder, then poked the button for floor six, the top floor. “If it makes you feel any better, I do live in the penthouse.”
That sounded more like him. “Of course you do.”
“In case you were wondering, I moved to this side of Central Park because my mother never comes here. Living this far, I thought I’d be safe from her wrath.”
I smiled, both sad and filled with understanding at the same time.
The elevator creaked and groaned and struggled to make it up even those few floors. But when the doors opened, I saw just what had attracted him to this property. The lobby opened to a set of double glass doors. When he twisted the key and opened them, we walked into a wide, open area with high ceilings, a loft, and skylights.
My mouth dropped.
“Passable?”
“It’s gorgeous,” I told him, meaning every word.
He made a pfft sound and waved me away. “You haven’t even seen the best part.”
We walked between the center island of an expansive kitchen that featured a two-story stone fireplace. Then he opened French doors to a bright rooftop patio covered in ivy. I peered over a wrought iron railing and gasped at the sweeping views of the George Washington Bridge and the Hudson River.
I’d lived around here nearly all my life and had never seen the city like this. “Wow.”
“This is a legacy property,” he explained. “I basically staked it out, waiting for the couple who owned it to put it up. I had to sell my heart and soul to get in here, then I gutted it entirely.”
We were surrounded on two sides by windows of other buildings, and standing above the rest of the city, but for some reason, it felt private. He came up behind me, and I felt the heat of his body against mine.
He laid a hand on my forearm and lightly trailed it up to my elbow. As he gazed down into my eyes, my skin sizzled everywhere he’d touched, and I lost all capacity to breathe. “Now, what was that you were saying about wanting me?”
I turned in his arms and pretended to think. “Oh, that?” I mimicked his pfft sound. “That was so long ago.”
He planted his fists on his hips and ran his tongue over his top teeth. “Oh, yeah? That’s too bad.”
He paused for a moment, just a moment, then reached out, pulling me flush against him. I relished the feel of him, his strength, his heat as he whispered in my ear, “Now let’s see how we can get creative with those snack cakes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Zachary
When we broke the kiss, she grabbed my tie and yanked me to her, and with all of her strength, pulled me toward the door.
We went inside to the kitchen, and I found the button and zipper at the back of her skirt, and soon the tight barrier was on the floor. Kicking it away, I hoisted her onto the center island, helping her take off each of her shoes, dropping them to the wide-planked floor. Then I eased her toward me so that my waist was trapped between her legs, my cock pressed against her center. Even through my pants and her panties, I could feel her heat. Feel her need for me, just as I knew she could feel my need for her.
Wanting to see more of her flesh, I pried open the top button on her blazer. Then another until it gaped open, and her breasts and cleavage were visible.
I pulled her close to me, my hand trailing under her loose, silky camisole, and up the warm, smooth skin of her back, feeling the angled rise of her shoulder blades. God, she was gorgeous.
Then I kissed her, softly, tenderly, savoring the sugary sweetness from the cake I could swear was still on her tongue. I delved a hand around her front, cupping her full, round breast.
She heaved in a breath, and her ribcage pressed against my wrist. “Oh,” she murmured. “I love that.”
Pushing the blazer over her shoulders and down her arms, I tossed it away before pulling down each spaghetti strap of her camisole, exposing her amazing breasts. Every time I looked at them, I was amazed by how perfect they were. How perfect she was. Pale and sweet, the nipples already pebbling in the cool air, I rubbed a thumb over the tips, and they responded, growing harder.
Pulling her closely to me, I took one in my hand and ran my tongue along the hardened nipple. “I can stay here all day, Juliana, sucking on your gorgeous breasts. Do you want me to suck on them some more?” I breathed into her skin, blowing cool air onto the wetness I’d just created.
“Oh, yes,” she said, inching forward, her pussy grinding into my erection. “Please.”
Holding them in both hands, I lifted one to my mouth, taking it in, moving my tongue in slow circles around the puckered flesh. She pressed her palms onto my shoulders, letting out little sighs of exhilaration as I thoroughly explored her skin. It was sweet like the rest of her, tasting faintly of baby powder, and just Juliana. Just that sweet, female scent that intoxicated me.
Though my cock strained against my pants, wanting to pick things up, I was in no hurry. I wanted to stay there, between her legs, sucking on her tits, caressing her perfect ass, until time ended.
“You’re so perfect, you know that?” I growled, straightening until my lips were on hers again. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled against my mouth. “Where are those cakes?”
I loved it. I laughed. “Hungry?”
She nodded and ran her tongue over my bottom lip. “Starved.”
Hating to step away from her sweetness, I moved to the pantry and pulled out another test package of Coco Crazies. Coming back until I was caged between her legs again, I tore open the package with as much excitement as opening a condom packet. I drew one out.
I held it in front of her, and her eyes danced. Her lips parted. “Where do you want it?”
She gave me a look that clearly said, where do you think? Smiling, I lifted it to her mouth and she took a small nibble, her eyes rolling back in her head. “These are so good.”
I loved that she loved my cakes, but I was starting to get a little offended that she was getting so much pleasure from them, and not me.
Without warning, I took the partially eaten cake and smeared it down her chest.
She gasped in shock.
“My turn,” I said, working it into her skin like a child with a finger painting. I covered her tits, bringing it down to between her legs, covering the insides of her thighs.
She grinned. “I thought I was supposed to eat it off you.”
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She did but stayed on her elbows. I smiled at that. If she wanted to watch what I was about to do, I was okay with that.
Damn, she was beautiful. Lacy camisole pulled down, holding her breasts high and proud. A vision in her small black thong and coconut cream deliciousness.
“I don’t actually think this will make you any sweeter than you already are,” I told her, hungrily eying the feast in front of me. “But I’ll let you know.”
God, she was more than gorgeous. She was a work of art. It was almost enough to make me forget myself. A second passed, two, with me just staring. I sensed her unease and broke out of my trance, letting out the deep breath I’d been holding.
She smiled unsurely.
I came up close to her, hovering over her.
I kissed her then, close to but not touching her almost naked body. She reached out to undress me, undoing my tie, each button on my dress shirt with slow, deliberate movements.
I explored her mouth deeply, nibbling on her lips then her tongue as it slid tentatively in and out of my mouth.
I nearly cried out from the pleasure of her hands when they landed flat on the skin of my chest, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. My belt and pants were next, sliding to the floor. My boxers joined the pile and I kicked off my shoes before kicking everything away.
She pouted. “It’s not fair. You’re Mr. Heigh-di-Ho. You should be round as a donut. You should not have…” her hands moved down my chest and to my abs, “that.”
I smiled. I didn’t have the hard body of someone who hit the gym, but I was active in many other ways which had kept me in relative shape. “Do you want me to cover it up?”
“Yes.” She reached for the second cake and pulled it out. One side of her mouth pulled up into the sexiest smirk in existence. “I know exactly how.”
The raspberry filling was cool as she smeared it on my chest, trailing down to my abdomen, this devilish look in her eye that didn’t match the wholesome woman I knew. Cake was everywhere now. On our bodies, the center island, ground into the floor. I didn’t care. I was going to have fun cleaning this up. Off of her, at least.
I reached forward, without warning, taking her legs and spreading them wide, hooking my arms underneath her knees. She gasped as I lowered my face to her thighs and slowly began to lick up every inch of the sweet cake.
She squirmed, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in fits and starts. I was as thorough as could be, lapping up every last bit. She arched her back off the granite countertop, urging me on.
It was only when I’d finished and asked, “Do you want my tongue on your pussy?” that she bobbed her head in desperate anticipation.
Slowly… too slowly for her liking, I could tell, I lifted her legs and lowered them on either of my shoulders. She was still covered in cream from chin to abdomen, but we had time for that. She closed her eyes, and I could tell from the tortured look on her face and the way she reached for my head that she was waiting, willing me forward.
But I wanted her to plead. I wanted her to beg me because she had me begging for mercy every minute I was away from her. It was a sweet pain, knowing we were this close to getting what we both wanted. So I took my time, timing the assault for when she was at her most desperate. When she was trembling uncontrollably, nearly sobbing, her hands scrabbling at her sides, reaching for me, I knew she was ready.
There was no tentative tasting, no nibbling. With no warning, I planted my open mouth on her clit and began to suck… hard.
She cried out, bucking against me. “Oh. God! Zach! No!”
Her hands flew to my head, but I grabbed them and held them together, rigid, against her belly.
“No,” I commanded in a low, rough voice, and she froze, obeying at once. “Does it feel good?”
She met my eyes down the length of her body and nodded.
“Then don’t stop it. Remember. Let yourself go and feel pleasure, Jule.” I licked up her slit. “But if you really want me to stop, say… coconut. Do you understand?”
She nodded again, her pupils blown from desire. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I pressed my lips to her clit. “I won’t unless you say coconut.”
On the rooftop of the Met, I’d been rushed. Here, now, I could play and enjoy every taste of this buffet in front of me. I took my time, drawing out every lick, every flick of my tongue on her folds. I moved my hands to her thighs, which were now moist and sticky with sugar, spreading her apart, wide. She let me do it, let my tongue slide slowly and languorously up the crease of her folds.
Her head fell back, and she whimpered with a combination of relief and delight. “That’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh, god, I’ve never felt anything like this, Zach.”
Encouraged, I licked upward, slowly, fully, from bottom to top, tongue darting in and out of her. She gasped again and again, her sounds coming deep from her throat, primal and uncontrolled. Then I dug in with my tongue, pressing against the nerves of her sensitive nub, and I felt her whole body begin to twitch and tremble.
She moaned. “Zach… I don’t know if I can take much more of this.”
My tongue circled her clit and pushed inside. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lifted her, giving me even better access. She wailed. Whatever fire I’d lit, it was building.
But just as I felt her beginning to fall over the brink of ecstasy, I let go. Not yet. Not yet. I wanted this to last.
She opened her eyes, exasperated. Those liquid blue eyes met mine, and she pleaded desperately, “Please, Zach. Please…”
“What do you want?” My voice was more breath than sound. “Say it.”
“Make me come.”
I attacked her clit again, this time, my tongue relentless, flicking over her clit, bringing her close again, teetering on the edge. She arched up against me, meeting my tongue, writhing now. Sucking it, scraping it with my teeth, I gave it everything I had.
The orgasm ripped through her in a rush. She came so hard that I thought she might explode in my mouth. I suckled her clit deeply as she screamed, throwing herself forward on the counter. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god,” she repeated, over and over again, her thighs nearly crushing my head.
I loved it.
“You’re sweeter than those cakes,” I said, straightening, lowering her legs from my shoulders. “Much better. No contest.”
But I could tell from the wolfish look in her eye that she was far from done. She sat up on the edge of the counter, her legs trapping me, wrapping around my waist. She took a single finger and trailed it through the icing on my chest. Then she licked her fingertip thoughtfully, her tongue dancing over it in a way that was so damn sexy.
“We should see how you match up.”
I grinned as she leaned in and began to lick the icing off my chest. She threaded her hands around my neck, her tongue making designs on my pectorals, making mmmm noises as she went.
“The cakes are good,” she admitted, lowering her head to lap up the last of the raspberry and white cake on my chest. “But you are definitely better.”
God, this woman was my undoing. I nearly lost balance, feeling the way her tongue caressed my skin. It definitely wasn’t the cake that had me going Coco Crazy.
When she finished lapping up every last morsel, she looked at me, eyes dark with desire. “Fuck me,” she said, surely and shamelessly.
Fuck, yes.
Reaching for my pants, I pulled a condom from the pocket, pleased that I had the mind to not forget to get one this time. I ripped it open with my teeth, feeling her eyes on me as I rolled it on. I scooped a hand under her ass and dragged her to me, flattening her sticky breasts against me.
She took my cock in her hand, holding it still and ready at her entrance.
I leaned forward, capturing her face in my hands. I kissed her almost gently. “Do you know how crazy you make me?” I asked against her mouth.
She nodded. “I do know, but you do the same to me.”
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A rush of tenderness hit me in the chest. “I’m so glad it was you that night.”
Tears rushed to her eyes, but she blinked them back. “I’m glad it was me too.”
With a single flex of my hips, I was inside her. We both moaned, our lips pressing together again.
“You’re so big inside me.”
“You’re so fucking tight and sweet.”
Planting my hands on her hips, I pulled her closer, until I was buried as far as I could go.
I slid out, leaving just the tip inside her, then plunged in deeper. She let out a cry. “I don’t know that I can be gentle,” I told her, gritting my teeth.
“I like it rough,” she whispered to me. “As fast and hard as you can.”
I growled. Her wish was my command. Pulling out, feeling her most intimate tissues scraping my cock, I waited for her eyes to open. When they did, meeting mine, I thrust, watching her take all of me.
It didn’t take long to get into the rhythm. Soon, I was pounding into her, making her whimper with every thrust. It was so intense, so animal, so wild, so free, feeling this innocent, sweet sexy woman going absolutely batshit on my cock. She met each of my thrusts with fervor, her glorious breasts swaying as my hands dug into her hips.
Whatever chord she was hitting inside me, it was a chord that had never been struck, ever. As my balls tightened, my vision growing dark around the edges, I felt my orgasm build, knowing it was going to hit me like a tsunami.
Her little whimpering sounds were so sweet as her insides tightened, pulsed around my cock. She was close too.
Reaching between her legs, I brushed a thumb over her clit, and that was all it took for her to go screaming over the edge. In response, my rhythm increased to a frantic pace, my hovering climax ready to shake the building off its foundation. I was surprised the granite slab beneath us didn’t break.
Groaning, I lifted her off the counter, drilling up and into her over and over like an animal, tipping her back so that I supported all of her weight. Her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I watched her face as she cried out, a second orgasm rushing at her. She wrapped her legs tight around me, and our eyes locked. My muscles flexed and tightened, and I crashed into her, growling, rough and hard, body jerking and raw, fingers digging into her ass as her pulsing body milked my orgasm.
