I nodded. “Right after I relieve my bladder.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
A few minutes later, after taking off my sweats and leaving them on the back of the sectional, I joined him in the kitchen, and we organized the ingredients. Kenzo leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his chest and watched me work.
“You’re not going to offer to help?” I asked.
“Typically, I stay out of the kitchen. Unfortunately, I didn’t inherit any culinary skills from my parents or grandparents.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Maybe you can teach me.”
The way he spoke made me look at him. His eyes were low but didn’t hide the look of longing. I looked away quickly, not wanting to get distracted by the nasty thoughts that kept creeping into my mind.
“Wash your hands, and we can start your first lesson right now.”
“Nah. I’d rather watch you.”
I shrugged dismissively because I refused to get caught up like I did before we left my room. My delusional ass thought this man would want to fuck after eating my pussy.
“Suit yourself. Can you play some music or something?”
“Nah. Why don’t you talk me through it?”
I froze because this man was taunting me with his sexual innuendos. I chose to ignore him because I wasn’t quite sure what would come out of my mouth.
For the next hour, I prepared the cookie mix and frosting while Kenzo watched my every move. I doubt he paid any attention to how I made the cookies because his eyes were on me the entire time.
I put the first batch of cookies in the oven, and after closing it, I turned around to find that his gaze was on my ass. I put all my weight on one leg and folded my arms across my chest.
“Were you looking at my ass?” I asked.
He smirked. “It depends on if that’s a problem or not.”
“I can’t tell you what to do with your eyes. You want to taste the frosting or wait until the cookies are done?”
He didn’t respond verbally, but his eyes moved from the frosting to my lips a few times. When he stuck his finger into the frosting and put it up to my mouth, I opened without a second thought.
“Mmm,” I moaned, reacting to the taste of the frosting.
“Is it good?”
“Of course.”
He took my hand, separating my index finger from the others, dipped it into the frosting, and lifted it into his mouth. As soon as his tongue touched my finger, my pussy throbbed. I snatched my hand away when I came to my senses, causing Kenzo to laugh.
“Damn, that’s good as fuck.”
“I, umm, I’m glad you like it. It’ll taste even better on the cookies.”
“I can’t imagine it tasting any better than on your finger, unless it’s on . . .”
“Kenzo, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Stop talking nasty.”
