Once everything’s ready, Jett flicks the knobs of the stove off as he pulls the pans from the heat. He turns, gaze trailing over me as I sit there sipping my matcha.
In one quick stride, he’s pressing his hands against my thighs and spreading my legs open to allow him space.
He flashes me a smirk before dropping to his knees.
“Need to start my morning with Whiskey.”
“It’s in the cupboard,” I reply, voice soft and husky.
“Not the whiskey I need.” His voice is gravelly as he reaches behind my knees, pulling me closer to the edge.
I gasp at the movement, but don’t fight him. “But…”
“So beautiful.” He stares up at me. My words die on my tongue as his fingers slide up my inner thighs until he’s met with my bare heat. He tsks. “Someone forgot their panties.”
His voice vibrates against my heated skin, and the muscles in my lower belly clench with desire. The anticipation of what’s to come. My apex throbs in time with my heartbeat, fluttering with his soft breaths as the blood courses through my veins.
Cool air kisses my dripping pussy as he spreads my legs, allowing more room for his broad shoulders. It makes me whimper. Unsatisfied with the angle, he gently grips my left ankle before tossing it over his shoulder.
The sight of him kneeling between my legs and looking at me like that is better than any fantasy I could imagine. He looks starved for me. Like if he doesn’t get the taste of me on his tongue, he’s going to famish.
I twitch at the feeling of his thick thumbs spreading my lower lips. “Such a perfect pussy. So wet and begging for me. Want my touch, Whiskey?”
Wetness pools beneath me as I squirm on the counter, feeling the heat of his gaze. I arch my back and pray the friction of my aching nipples against the silk will allow me some reprieve. “J...”
“Use your words, baby.”
“T-Touch me,” I stutter.
“Like this?” He leans forward, trailing his nose through my wetness, nudging the bundle of nerves desperate for his touch.
“T-Taste me,” I whimper.
“Want me to taste your sweetness?”
I nod and shift my hips, needing something, anything to take the edge off.
“Please,” I beg. My hand finds purchase on my aching breast beneath my robe. The silk is cool against the back of my hand as I cup myself.
“Ready for me to taste this pretty pussy?”
“Yes. Please, yes, J. Devour me.”
He smirks before reaching his long arms beside me, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl. My eyebrows quirk as I watch him twirl the strawberry in his fingers. As I start to question what he’s doing, I watch with wide eyes as he runs the strawberry through my slit, coating the berry in my essence as I gasp. He brings the strawberry to his mouth and bites off the part covered in me, moaning as the berry makes a wet, juicy sound.
“Fucking delicious.”
“Holy hell,” I whisper, unable to think straight.
As his mouth covers me, I let out a feral moan as I squeeze my pebbled nipple. His tongue sweeps through my lips before sucking my swollen clit between his lips. With my taste on his lips, he groans, sending vibrations through my core.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” I praise him, kneading my breast. I revel in the feel of his lips on my pussy as his beard scrapes against me. The bite of pain is a welcome sensation. Fingers dig into my thigh as I grind down on him, the best I can at this angle.
It’s sensory overload in the best possible way.
He pulls away for a moment. My desire glistens on his upper lip, causing a moan to rip free at the filthiness of it. I roll my nipple between my fingers as I grind against the counter, begging for more.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I beg.
