by Jami Alden
Her stomach growled as Tyler added something garlicky and spicy to the sauté pan. She filched a broccoli spear before he grabbed the cutting board and swept everything into the pan.
An awkward silence fell as he leaned his elbows onto the opposite side of the island. For several moments, the sounds of sizzling vegetables and chicken filled the room.
Finally, he said, “Like I said, I really liked your idea about targeting more than the usual cooking publications.”
She jerked back so hard she almost fell off her stool. While he hadn’t slammed the idea when she’d presented it, he’s said so little she’d been convinced he, like Max, was just humoring her because she was Reggie’s sister.
“It’s a good idea. I haven’t been targeting the women’s magazines because I don’t know the space as well, but that’s no excuse for ignoring a good opportunity.” He paused, watching his wine as he swirled the glass on the countertop. “I want you to come up with a couple different article pitches I can send out.”
“You really think it’s a good idea?”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling boyishly around the corners. “I wouldn’t ask you to work on it if I didn’t.”
He turned away, opened a can, and poured what looked like a bunch of heavy cream into the pan.
“What is that?” she asked in horror.
“Coconut milk. I’m making curry.”
“That’s pure fat. I can’t eat that.”
“Why the hell not? It’s not like you couldn’t stand to gain a pound or ten.”
She drained her second glass of wine and poured a third. “I have to stay thin for the camera.”
“And when’s the last time that was an issue?” He closed his eyes as she winced. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”
She stayed mute as he dished up two huge plates of rice and the chicken mixture and plunked down on the bar stool next to her. Shoving the food around her plate, she tried to muster up more offended dignity at his slight, but in the end failed miserably. “You’re right. I haven’t had any decent work in two years. My career was over when I moved up here, but it’s been hard to admit that I’m such a failure.”
He gave her a pat on the shoulder. She reminded herself it was purely meant for comfort and there was absolutely no reason to be squirming around on her bar stool the way she was. “Maybe you’re meant for greater things than hawking douche and underarm deodorant.”
Hah. “Easy for you to say, with your successful business, gajillion-dollar loft, and nice car. All I have is a degree in English lit that’s never been used and a short list of tampon commercials to populate my résumé.”
Chuckling, he said, “You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.” He stopped, frowning at her hand as it guided her fork in serpentine patterns through her rice and curry. “Will you just eat some fucking food, for Christ’s sake? I think we’ve just established it’s no longer necessary to keep yourself starved to Calista Flockhart proportions.”
She wasn’t sure what shocked her more: that Tyler sounded on the verge of losing his ever present cool over her eating habits, or that he had actually called her smart. She forked in a mouthful of rice and curry without a thought for its fat and carb count. She let out an involuntary moan as the richness of coconut milk and spicy curry exploded in her mouth. Swallowing, she scooped up another bite, this one as orgasmic as the last.
Taking a sip of wine, she sighed in satisfaction. “That is so good.”
She had no idea how it happened, but suddenly she was up on the breakfast bar as Tyler’s mouth devoured hers as eagerly as she’d devoured the curry.
Shoving the plates aside, he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, urging her legs to wrap around his waist.
His fist tangled in her hair, and hungry sounds escaped his throat as his tongue stroked hers in a rhythm that left her breathless and panting.
She clawed at the fabric of his T-shirt, hands shaking as her head filled with his scent, his taste. Desire shot straight to her core, settling in a deep throb between her thighs so fierce it was nearly painful. How could she heed the voice in her head that warned this was a very bad idea, when with just one kiss he had her so turned on she was ready to come, right there, rubbing against the rock-hard bulge of his crotch?
“Christ, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he muttered. His hands launched into action and their shirts ended up somewhere across the kitchen, leaving them half naked under the bright lights of the kitchen.
Thank god she’d splurged on a self-tanner application and Brazilian wax earlier that week.
Then all thoughts of beauty treatments evaporated. His hands were everywhere, splaying over the skin of her back and shoving down into the waistband of her jeans to press into the pliant flesh of her ass. Using his mouth, he tugged her bra strap down her shoulder, nuzzling the cup aside so he could tongue a tight brown nipple into his mouth.
She moaned as he bit down, holding the tight bud in his teeth and lashing with hot strokes of his tongue. His hand fumbled with the snap of her jeans, and the hiss of her zipper filled the room.
He shoved his hand inside the fly, pulling aside the crotch of her G-string to press his fingers against her wet heat. A shaky groan vibrated against her breast as he stroked her smooth, embarrassingly wet flesh.
Dragging his mouth up to hers, he whispered, “God, you’re even hotter than I imagined.”
Later she’d remember all the reasons why having sex with Tyler was a colossally bad idea. But right now any protest she might have mustered died at his admission that he’d been imagining her in any capacity.
He quickly got rid of her boots and tugged her jeans and thong down so they dangled off one leg. She ripped open the button fly of his jeans and shoved them off his hips.
Tyler went commando. Who would have guessed?
His cock pulsed and jumped eagerly in her palm. Of course he would have a big dick to go along with his movie-star looks. No wonder he was so arrogant.
She stroked him once, twice before he pushed her hand away.
Grasping himself in one hand, the other urging her hips closer to the edge of the bar, he guided the thick head of his cock between her juicy pussy lips.
But instead of the rough, urgent thrust she expected, he cupped her face almost tenderly, watching her as he sank inch by slow inch until he was buried all the way inside.
A soft, shuddery moan worked its way up her throat as he filled her. She could hardly believe she was here, with Tyler, and he was inside her, clutching her to him like he never wanted to let go.
He licked and sucked sweetly at her lips, breathing hard as he let her adjust to his size. Finally, he moved, two short, shallow thrusts that made her belly tighten and her toes curl.
His eyes squeezed shut, and a bead of perspiration trickled down the side of his face. “I can’t wait,” he whispered almost apologetically.
His hands gripped her ass, holding her as he fucked her hard now, ramming deep as she clutched frantically at his hips.
“That’s it,” he groaned, “take me deep, so deep.”
Dimly, she realized she was moaning like a porn queen, the noise amplified as the sound echoed off the loft’s high ceilings. But short of gagging herself, she didn’t think she could stop.
He filled her to bursting, his cock huge and hot, rubbing against millions of tiny nerve endings inside and out.
A loud roar erupted in her head, pounding in time to his thrusts as everything inside her coiled tight. Her mouth opened wide on a strangled cry as her orgasm ripped through her with such intensity she almost blacked out.
Vaguely she heard him erupt in a string of curses as he came, spurting hotly inside her as his whole body trembled and shook.
Little by little she came back to herself, to the harsh reality that she was sprawled, mostly naked and well fucked on the cold granite of Tyler’s breakfast bar, a bright recessed light shining down on her like a spotlight. Just when she resolved to mak
e her escape to go wallow in a sea of confused embarrassment, he jerked her off the bar and into his arms, lifting her with no apparent effort.
“Now that I’ve gotten you all dirty,” he said, “let’s go get you cleaned up.”
Hot water cascaded down Natalie’s back, her moans echoing and bouncing off the shower’s marble tiles as Tyler ran his soapy fingers up and down her torso. His cock bobbed between them, brushing against her stomach as he took his time lathering up her tits. After their first, nearly frantic mating in his kitchen, now his movements were slow, almost leisurely as he familiarized himself with every patch of skin on her bare body.
“Your tits are so sweet and perfect,” he whispered, bending to take a hard nipple into his mouth. His fingers teased and pinched at the other, making her pussy flutter and clench in response. He slid down to his knees, his face level with her stomach. He scattered soft, sucking kisses across her belly and lower, until his mouth hovered her mound.
Turning her so she leaned against the back wall, he hooked one knee over his shoulder as her hands reached out for balance. Steam swirled around them, fragrant with soap and her arousal, clouding her view of Tyler as he knelt before her. The steam cleared, and her thighs tightened with embarrassment as he stared at her, spread wide to his gaze. “I’ve been dying to taste you for months now,” he breathed. “You have the most gorgeous cunt,” he whispered, “like a perfect, juicy peach.” One finger teasingly traced her hairless labia. He looked up, a naughty grin glinting in his eyes. “Make that a nectarine.” His laugh wafted over her ridiculously sensitive flesh, making her belly tense as he leaned forward and closed his mouth over her.
Her fingers tangled in his thick wet hair as he sucked and licked at her pussy, whispering between caresses how beautiful she was, how good she tasted, how much he wanted to fuck her sweet, tight, cunt after she came against his face.
Natalie’s breath came in short pants, his words turning her on almost as much as the hot wet caress of his mouth. No one had ever spoken to her like this. The things Tyler was saying were so dirty, but so eloquent and personal. As though he really had spent months and months fantasizing about all the things he was doing right now.
His lips pulled gently at her clit as his fingers traced the entrance of her body, teasingly denying her the penetration she craved. A high keening started in her throat as he sucked, drawing rhythmically on her clit in a way that had her digging her heel into his back and clutching his face harder against her. “I wanted to do this before,” he said, sucking and releasing until she was suspended on a razor’s edge of sensation. “But the second I touched you, felt how smooth and wet you were, I had to get my cock in you.”
“Please,” she moaned, her head rolling back and forth against the tile.
“Please what?” he said, deliberately pausing and looking up at her with an expression that made her want to kill him. Just as soon as he finished making her come.
“Slide your fingers inside me,” she didn’t know where the words came from, but they continued to flow as he obeyed her without hesitation. “And suck me, like you were before. Yeah,” she murmured as he took up his previous rhythm. “Harder.” She rocked against his fingers, groaning as he increased his pace. Red streaks appeared in her vision as her whole body seized, shaking as waves of orgasm ripped through her body.
She would have collapsed had Tyler not stood up and supported her with his weight against the wall. He kissed her, his tongue musky with her taste as his cock prodded against her belly. He turned off the water, his mouth never breaking contact as he guided her out of the shower to lean against the mirrored vanity.
To her amazement, the first tendrils of renewed arousal crept up her spine, fueled by the hot taste of his mouth and the slide of his wet skin against hers. Pulling her mouth free, she licked her way down the warm, salty cords of his neck, nuzzled away the blond curls of chest hair so she could close her teeth over his nipple. His muscles tensed as though hit with an electric current. She closed her hand around his cock, savoring the sound of his moan as she pumped him. He was so big, so thick, and her pussy clenched in anticipation of having him inside her again. But first she wanted to show him she could give as well as she got.
With her hand still wrapped firmly around his dick, she turned him so his ass rested against the edge of the counter and slid to her knees. Tiny droplets of water trickled down the flat of his lower abdomen, daring her tongue to capture them. His whole body tensed at each feather light contact, and Natalie shivered as the soft hair dusting his thighs teased her nipples.
Openmouthed, she explored every inch of his abs and thighs, savoring the way he swore and moaned as his cock swelled even bigger against her fist. She nipped and kissed her way up his inner thighs, not stopping until she felt the firm, tight weight of his balls against her lips. His fingers tangled in her hair at the first lash of her tongue, and when she gently sucked one into her mouth his strangled curse echoed off the ceiling.
She kept him there on the edge as her thumb circled the plump head of his cock and her lips and tongue played with his balls. “Please,” he finally groaned. “Jesus, Natalie, please.”
She sat back on her heels, marveling at the sheer beauty of his erect penis. “Please what?” she threw his taunt back at him.
His blue eyes glittered in the dim misty light of the bathroom as he stared down at her. “Suck my cock.”
“You mean like this?” She barely closed her lips over the tip of him, swirling her tongue around the silky smooth head, flicking it against the bundle of nerves on the underside.
His hand fisted in her hair, the subtle pressure an incredible turn-on as she continued to torment him, taking just the head of his cock between her lips. “Or do you want it like this?” she asked before taking him deep into her mouth until he pressed against the back of her throat. She released him, millimeter by torturous millimeter, her pussy flooding with renewed desire as she felt him throb against her lips. “Maybe you want it like this,” she said, closing her lips over the head and pumping him firmly with her fist. His breath came in harsh pants, and she felt the subtle trembling in his legs, as though he struggled not to fuck her mouth with no restraint whatsoever. “Or maybe you want this,” her fingers slid down over his balls and further back to tease the crack of his ass. “I know some guys like it when—”
He yanked her to her feet. “Fucking little tease,” he said, the harsh tone in his voice sending heat coursing through her body. Holding her almost roughly, he positioned her so she was bent at the waist, hands braced on the cool, smooth countertop.
“You want to know how I like it?” He kicked her feet apart and grasped his cock in one hand, guiding himself to the hot, slick entrance of her sex. “This is how I like it,” he panted, shoving himself inside, so deep and so hard the force of it lifted her up onto her toes. “I like it when I can feel you, snug and wet around my dick.”
From this angle he felt huge, stretching her wide as his cock rasped against nerve endings she never knew she had. Her palms slid along the slick surface of the counter, searching for purchase as his slamming thrusts propelled her forward. “I like fucking you deep and hard.” His hands closed over her hips, steadying her. “I like it like this, when I can watch my cock sink all the way inside you, and I can see your face and know you’re about to come.”
Natalie looked up, startled by the sheer carnality of their reflection. Her face was flushed bright pink, her lips swollen, blurred, and parted around her pants and moans. With his lips pulled tight, teeth bared, muscles rippling and flexing as he pounded into her, Tyler looked like some kind of Viking warlord, and she the hapless wench to be claimed.
The musky scent of their sex hung in the steamy air, the moist sounds of sex bounced off the smooth walls. A now familiar tightness built between her legs, and she rocked back to meet each drive of his hips. Her breath hitched as his name broke past her lips, and she ground her ass against him as her whole body shattered with release.
/> Tyler held himself deep, reaching one hand around to palm her and draw out the last waves of her orgasm. Within seconds he joined her, pumping in quick, shallow thrusts. With a shout, he surged deep one last time as his cock jerked and pulsed inside her. He pulled her tight against him and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the pounding of his heart against her back. Turning her to face him, he bent and kissed her.
This kiss had none of the passion of the previous ones they shared. It was soft, tender. She would have called it sweet had they not been naked and plastered together. It was the kind of kiss two lovers shared, full of warmth and deep emotion. And it felt so good that for a split second Natalie almost let herself believe Tyler really cared.
But she knew better than to waste her time on useless fantasies. Thrusting her tongue against his lips, she turned their kiss in an entirely different direction, reminding them both what this night was really about.
Later, she lay staring at the ceiling of his loft bedroom as images of the past several hours played in her mind, at turns incredibly arousing and embarrassing.
So much for her theory that Tyler was bad in bed. He’d proved himself to be more than adequately skilled, not only in bed, but in the kitchen and the shower as well.
He’d come four times in the past six hours. She didn’t know any man over the age of thirty capable of that.
As for herself, she’d lost count after the first seven or so.
Tyler softly snored beside her in a well-earned, exhausted sleep, an arm and a leg thrown over her body.
As much as she would have liked to have stayed right where she was, she had no illusions that she’d wake up to flowers and a romantic breakfast in bed.
Tyler had love ’em and leave ’em practically tattooed on his long, pink, perfectly proportioned cock. And despite his graphic descriptions of all the things he’d been wanting to do for her for months, she didn’t flatter herself that he meant anything by them.
