“Here, try it like this. You want it smooth and elastic,” he said, stepping in so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. He guided my hands to the dough, our fingers brushing, just a quick touch, but it sent a jolt through me, tightening my nipples.
He smelled like black currant and bergamot… rich, addictive. My whole body flushed, heat curling up from deep inside, every nerve buzzing just from being close.
“Honestly, Pietro, you’re the best chef Lester Harbor’s ever seen.” I laid it on thick, channeling Marilyn Monroe’s breathy birthday serenade to President John F. Kennedy.
He shot me a bashful look, cheeks warming to peach, so I rewarded him with a slow smile, fingers barely skimming his forearm. “Cover the dough, let it rise. Now, we make the sauce. You want it thick, heavy on the seasoning,” he teased, glancing my way before heading to the front of the studio.
I couldn’t help tracking the way his ass moved. Apparently, I wasn’t alone. The Harajuku girls at the next table all but drooled, twirling their neon hair, wide-eyed and spellbound. When Pietro turned around with a spoon in hand, my imagination ran wild.
Oh, spank me with your stick, Signor. Spank me hard.
Tonight, I was having Mister De Luca for dessert. And I planned to savor every bite.
“Guys, you’ve been a great bunch tonight. We finished even earlier than expected,” Pietro announced as people left the kitchen studio after we devoured our pizzas at the end of the night.
“Pietro, can you go over the part about kneading the dough with me? I’ve forgotten a few steps,” I lied, walking toward him.
“Of course, sugar. I think you’ll need a little guidance from me about your technique,” he chuckled, shifting his stance. “I’m not in a hurry.”
“Aren’t you?” I bit my lower lip, pretending I didn’t see Saph roll her eyes.
He took a step forward. “I’d like to teach you…”
“I hate to break it to you, but Julian’s car has arrived,” Saph interrupted as she gazed at the window. “He’s here to pick us up, and he’s early as usual.”
I groaned, then turned to the hot hunk. “Can you give my friend and me a moment? I’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” he replied, placing his hands in his jeans pockets. “I’m waiting for you, baby.”
I took Saph by the arm, and we stepped out of the classroom. “Sweetie, can you stall my brother for fifteen minutes?” I asked.
“How am I supposed to do that? What should I say to him?” Saph shot back, folding her arms.
“Tell him I need extra help with cooking. He’ll buy it. He knows I suck at making food.”
“Vera, you’re pushing it.”
“I’m asking you as a friend. Cover for me. Use your wits, your charm, or your tits,” I pleaded, staring at Saph’s perky breasts. “He likes your tits.”
“Julian hates waiting.” Saph pursed her lips and tilted her head.
“C’mon. Please? You’re his girlfriend. Give him the blowjob of his life. Anything. Just stall him,” I begged, cupping my hands in prayer.
“Fine. Make it quick,” Saph huffed, then stuck her head in the classroom as I walked back inside. “It was nice meeting you,Pietro. Oh, and Vera here. She’s so single. It looks like you both could use a good fuck.”
“Saph,” I protested, but it was too late. She walked out of the cottage to keep Jules company.
I closed the door and turned to face the grinning hunk, who removed his apron. I couldn’t miss the prominent bulge at the front of his jeans. He smiled, then lifted off his shirt to reveal taut muscles and a smooth, shaven chest.
“Do you have protection?” I asked, unbuttoning my blouse and unclasping my bra to reveal my breasts.
He reached for the back pocket of his jeans and handed me a condom wrapper. “Here, I’ve got protection. By the way, you’ve got great tits, but I want to see your pussy too,” he murmured, massaging my breasts.
“On one condition. I’m in control,” I answered, taking off my skirt and thong.
“Sì. Baby, you’re in control,” he said, licking his lips as his eyes traveled to my shaved pussy.
“I’ll have to set Willy free,” I teased, undoing Pietro’s belt and jeans. My fingers slid inside his cotton boxers to feel his thick, hard meat.
