“Randy,” she whispers.
“That thing is Randy?” I ask her in disbelief. And here I thought she’d made up some name to piss me off. It’s just the silicone that tries to fill my shoes when she’s thinking ofme.
There’s a knowing smirk to her smile, and if I didn’t already have plans to teach her a lesson tonight, that would’ve earned her one.
My palm claps down on her ass once more, squeezing her entire cheek in my grip as she jumps, squealing.
“Hurry up,” I growl in her ear, nipping at the tender skin just below.
She looks back at me, almond eyes unsure, like she might see judgment in mine, instead of the ravenous hunger that’s waiting for her there.
“I want to see it all,” I assure her, and that’s all she needed from me. Reaching up top, she grabs a mount that has a handful of attachment points along the surface.
A purr rumbles through my chest when I see what else she grabs to go with it. Some little sucker mouth thing, and a fat dildo that looks like the head might rotate inside of her, plus a respectably sized plug, and a bottle of lube.
Closing the cabinet door behind her, Lexi carries the armful over to the bed, and I watch as she meticulously sets up her very own rig, her face already hot from the attention.
I’d bet the future Salt + Spice this is a side of her absolutely no one else has gotten to see.
Unlucky bastards.
Though, probably good for them, because I think I’d scoop the eyes out of any fucker who got to see her like this. When she’s uninhibited, giving into the desires that overtake her, that’s for me and her, and no one fucking else.
She screws in the clit sucker and the other toy as I step in behind her, palms on the sides of her thighs, trailing my fingertips up beneath the hem of her underwear as she hums in response.
My fingers sink into the fabric, gripping it in both hands, and I yank, pulling it down in one move. She gasps, sucking in a sharp breath at the feel of the cool air against her heated skin.
Kneeling down, I help her step out of them instead of ripping them off of her, but only because I’m trying to drag this out for both our sakes.
She keeps her concentration the best she can, my palms running up the sides of her legs as I make my way back up, while my tongue roams her freely, leaving a trail up one leg, then the other, before dipping into her center and pulling up to her other hole.
“Wilder.” My name is a moan on her lips, and I stand, bringing one of my hands around the front of her to collar it around her neck, bringing her back tight against my front.
I know she can feel exactly how much I liked that taste I got when she’s pressed up flush against me, but I don’t give her the friction she’s craving.
“It’s Chef,” I remind her. “For one more night.”
She gives me a tiny nod, all she can manage beneath my grip, and I release her.
Taking hold of the bottom of my tee shirt that looks so fucking good on her, I yank it upward, pulling it over her head, until her arms are held high, captive in the cotton. Using one hand to hold her in place, I bring my other to her front, tweaking one nipple while my mouth tastes her neck.
She moans, falling back against me, and I take it as an invitation.
“I’m gonna fill every hole on this thick body tonight,bella. Until you’re begging me for air. But I’m warning you now, there might not be room for it by the time I’m done with you.”
Pinching her hardened nipple until I get a groan out of her, I release the bud, grazing the swell of her stomach as my hand explores further south.
“You like the sound of that?”
When I dip that hand between her legs, I have my answer. Sliding my fingers to her entrance, I drag some of the wetness forward, pulling it to her clit and making a few deliberate circles there, watching as she damn near thrashes against me from the stimulation of the pressure.
“Chef,” she moans in complaint as I pull my hand back.
My fingers find her mouth again, and I put two of them inside the wet heat of her once again. “Suck.”
She does, and I reward her with a slap to her pussy. I capture the garbled sound she makes with my mouth, devouring it straight out of hers, her head tilted to the side for my access.
Tasting herself on her own tongue might be the best thing I’ve ever had the privilege of sampling.
