“What is it you want to do that you couldn’t before?”
He shifts me off his lap so he can get up before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Ambros!” I squeal when he slaps my ass, but he just chuckles and carries me into the kitchen before sitting me on the counter. “I could have just walked,” I grumble. He grins unrepentantly, making my pulse speed up for a different reason altogether.
He moves over to the oven and pulls open the door, pulling out something wrapped in foil. He places it down beside me before grabbing a plate and some syrup.
“What is all this?” I question as he grabs a knife and fork from the drawer.
“Me and Star made breakfast,” he replies, tearing open the foil. A little pocket of steam escapes before the smell hits me.
“You made pancakes?”
He cuts into them and spears a piece with the fork before holding it up to my lips. “We made some chocolate chip ones and some blueberry ones.”
I open my mouth so he can slide the fork between my lips. I tug the pancakes free and groan. “Yum. I can’t believe you cooked with Star, and I didn’t hear or smell anything. I must have been dead to the world. I can’t remember ever sleeping that deeply before. I’m used to sleeping with one eye open,” I admit, opening my mouth for another bite.
“Can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”
“Why?”
“Because it means you trust me even when you’re at your most vulnerable.”
As I process his words, he keeps feeding me until I have to admit defeat. “I’m stuffed, but that was delicious.”
“Can you still move?”
I frown. “Of course. Why?”
He moves between my legs and pushes me to lean back. “Because you’re about to be a whole lot fuller.” He winks, and I swear my whole body spasms.
I grip the edge of the counter as he yanks my sweatpants and underwear down my legs, throwing them over his shoulder without a care in the world.
He spreads me wide before looking up at me. “Keep your eyes on me, angel.”
I nod as he picks up the syrup and flips the lid. It never dawned on me when he fed me syrup-free pancakes that he might use it for something else. I gasp when he pours a drizzle of syrup over my heated core. He dives in, licking up every drop before he adds a little more.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs before slipping his tongue inside me. I have no clue if he’s talking about me or the syrup.
He flicks, licks, and sucks me like he has something to prove, holding me hostage with his intent to drive me insane. Joke’s on him, I’m more than happy to be his willing captive.
When he thrusts two fingers inside me, I come hard and fast, surprising us both with the intensity. Before I can get my bearings, he has me on my feet, bent over the counter as he thrusts his rock-hard cock inside me.
I’ve barely come down from my last orgasm before I feel the next one climbing. I try to regain some control by thrusting back into him, but he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pins me to the counter before he starts hammering into me.
In this moment, he’s a trigger-happy, loose cannon chasing nothing but his release. I should be terrified. I’m completely at his mercy. And yet something about him losing control like this makes me feel like a queen because I know Ambros prides himself on his control.
When he pushes into me as deeply as he can get, he groans my name like it’s a plea. The second I feel him pulse inside me, it triggers my own release.
We stay there long after we both come, each trying to remember how to breathe before he presses a tender kiss to my shoulder and eases himself out of me. I feel his cum run down my legs, but he doesn’t care. He simply picks me up and carries me up to the bathroom.
I cup his jaw when I notice how tense he is, but he doesn’t look at me.
“Ambros?”
“I hurt you?”
“No.”
