“On your knees,” I grunt as I work open my own zipper.
Freya hesitates, looking at the door of the kitchen with fear behind her eyes.
“This was your fantasy, wasn’t it? Fucking where we shouldn’t.”
When our eyes meet again, there’s a sparkle of excitement in hers. Then, with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, she grins devilishly at me and drops to the floor. Within seconds, I have my cock out, and she’s pulling it into her mouth. There is no gentle foreplay or working up to it. She’s sucking me into her throat, slathering up my length with saliva as I hit the back of her mouth.
I have her pinned between the freezer door and my body. Behind me, I hear heavy footsteps walking through the kitchen, and I turn my head to find Archer staring at us with lust in his eyes. But Freya doesn’t stop. When she sucks hard on the tip of my dick, my eyes roll, and I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth.
Turning my attention back to her, I stare into her eyes as she works my shaft. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The exhilaration of possibly being caught. The connection between us, knowing she is offering herself to me and me to her. That she wants this too. This is a fantasy for both of us.
I’m so close already, my balls tightening and my body buzzing. In the distance, I hear Delia end her call, and I start to panic that we only have seconds before we’re caught.
Archer’s feet scuff across the floor quickly as he jogs to the front of the restaurant. His voice is muffled and distant as he says, “You said there was a rooftop patio? Can I see it?”
“Sure!” she replies enthusiastically. “What about the others?”
“Uh…they’re talking. They’ll meet us up there,” Archer says, covering for us.
Their footsteps retreat up a set of stairs, out of sight, and I’m so overcome by the intensity of the moment that the pleasure builds into a quick and powerful orgasm.
“I’m coming,” I say in a raspy whisper, ready to pull out and let my release land somewhere else.
Freya pops her mouth off and strokes me through my climax, ready to accept with her tongue out and my cock aimed right at her mouth. The sight is filthy and makes it nearly impossible to keep quiet as pleasure rocks me from my head to my toes.
“Fuck,” I groan as the jets of cum land on her mouth and then on her cheek and forehead and just under her eye. She stares up at me with white stains splattered all over her skin.
Suddenly, I’m hit with a freight train of laughter as everything strikes me at once. We just did that. Her reaction is the same, giggles spilling out of her mouth as she waits for me to grab something and clean her up.
There are footsteps above us and the distant sound of voices as I quickly search the empty kitchen for something,anythingto clean up the mess I left on Freya’s face. By some grace of God, I find an unopened package of kitchen towels wrapped in plastic in one of the cabinets. I break it open frantically and pull out a towel. Taking it back to Freya, I find her kneeling where I left her.
Delicately, I wipe the mess away before kissing each spot with adoration.
“You’re incredible,” I say.
“That was incredible,” she replies. “I’m glad you did that.”
“I owe you one,” I say, pulling her to her feet.
She grins up at me softly. “You don’t owe me anything, Julian.” With her hand on my face, she reaches up onto her tiptoes and kisses me on the lips. “I like the idea of being yours.”
My chest swells so much, I worry for a second that I’m having a heart attack. Is this love? This feeling for her is like nothing I’ve felt before. This feeling of connection, possession, worship is more powerful than I ever thought love would feel.
“Good,” I reply before kissing her again. It’s the only lousy, stupid word I can manage when there are a thousand moreswirling around in my mind that would be far more appropriate for this moment.
“Let’s get upstairs,” she adds, tossing the dirty rag in the corner of the kitchen and grabbing my hand to drag me toward the stairs.
When we reach the rooftop, Delia and Archer are discussing something and looking as if they’re impatiently waiting for us. Knowing that he covered for us makes me grin, and it’s really not like me to smile so much.
“Sorry about that,” Freya says as she rushes to his side. He puts an arm around her shoulder to keep her warm as Delia explains all the details of the patio. I don’t take in a word. I’m still riding a postorgasmic high.
When Archer glances over at Freya on his side, his eyes focus a moment too long on her hairline. Then in a quick motion, he wipes a thumb across her earlobe, as if he’s cleaning up something I might have missed.
I snicker to myself, having to turn away from the group to keep from laughing too hard. This can’t possibly be what love feels like, but if it’s not love, then what else could possibly explain this feeling, because I’ve never been happier in my life.
And I really don’t want to let it go.
Having to leave Freya and Archer after the fourth restaurant we toured was the last thing I wanted to do, but we have a meeting at the club for an upcoming event. I can hardly focus during the entire thing. My mind is still in that restaurant, staring down at Freya on her knees. More than once, the team notices my lack of attention on the task at hand, but I play it off with aloof petulance.
