“Clear.”
I turn him over and give him a pillow to clutch, getting him as comfortable as possible with a reassuring kiss. Then I follow with the kind of kiss leaving no question what’s about to happen. Kissing Theo’s skin is a delicacy. The sweet taste of vanilla and powdered donuts clings to him; I try my best to lick it off.
As I tuck his knees up, Theo gives something between a whimper and an I-can’t-believe-I’m-doing-this moan. But the sounds he makes when I kiss and lick the sensitive flesh are pure music to my ears. Whimpering, Theo clutches the sheets. He groans with little breathy curses, nothing less than adorable.
Listening to him struggle with the pleasure really gets me going, so I suck harder, spearing my tongue to tease him. He jolts underneath me. I might like to dominate in the bedroom, but the last thing I want to do is edge Theo. No, I would rather make him come until he can’t anymore.
Powdered fucking donuts, though.Everywhere.
I spread the love, not just assaulting his ass, but making sure other sensitive areas get kissed and teased just as much. When I return to his ass, Theo is practically sobbing into the pillow. The good kind of sobbing. Thedamn Matt you make me feel so fucking goodkind of sobbing. Thedon’t you dare stopkind.
Remembering last night during the movie, I tap my fingers around his wet, pliant hole, watching his face. Jaw unhinged in pleasure, eyes glassy and dark, Theo’s head is turned to the side, hands white-knuckled on the pillow.
Gasps and little keening noises fall from his lips.
“That feels. . .”
I spear my tongue into him, just barely. His entire body heats up, and I know he’s close. I give him no mercy, licking and sucking until his hips buck. I wrap my hand around his leaking cock.
“You better come for me, sweetness.” I feast on his body until he cries out, shaking with release.
With not a moment to spare on my own impending climax, I haul myself up, take my own leaking dick in my free hand, and stroke myself to the sounds of Theo’s aftershocks until he’s wearing me all over his back.
Chapter 14: Theo
“I was thinking breakfast, which may be more like brunch at this point, and then we can take a hike around the place, if you would like.”
Nodding, I take the coffee he hands me, stirring in my preferred blend of sugar and creamer. It’s amazing how good I feel. Some of that is sleeping in a bed, not the stuffy storage room. But I am all too happy to shove that problem out of my mind for now. Most of my good feelings are the sex, and Matt, and this cabin. I love his place.
“Thanks for having me out here for a few days.” I kiss him on the cheek and then hand him the whisk, which is what I guess he’s searching for since he’s making eggs.
“Love having you, sugar. I should take you on a real date. But, as much as both of us work, I thought a day or so of vacation would be better.”
“Best date ever.”
“Did you know that the real way to know a chef’s work is to watch them make eggs?”
I did actually know that, but I motion for him to continue.
He walks me through the important points of managing a protein in the kitchen. Matt’s eyes are bright as he discusses the simple art of cooking eggs. His passion for what he does is so overwhelming; I let the nuance of what he is saying pass by. I am too captivated by the tone of his voice and the movement of his hands as he describes what he is doing.
“Come here. You take over for a moment.” There is an excited lift to his voice, and I realize he is sharing something with me, something personal. It means something.
I scoot near, and I can tell he starts gathering plates so he doesn’t hover. But I still see the watchful side-eye.
Along with the plates, he places a box of pancake mix on the counter.
I stare at it. “Pancake . . .mix.”
“Do you not like pancakes?”
“Those,” I point at the box, “are not pancakes.”
“No, it’s a mix. No pancake mix in . . .wherever you are from?”
“Little Rock, Arkansas. And yes, we have pancake mix. Just . . .why do you?”
Grin splitting his face, Matt leans over with another kiss. “To make pancakes,” he stage whispers, taking the spatula from my hands to finish the eggs.
