Page 21 of A Very Grumpy Chef

“Good. Great. Hey, I need you to not talk about how good my cock feels right now,” I plead.

She gives me a wicked look. “But it feels sooooooo good.”

I bury my face in her neck. “Goddamn, Coco. I’ve never felt anything better than your pussy.”

I wedge another inch deep inside her, and she tenses against me. I’ve hit her cherry, and I hate the thought of hurting her. I’m about to pull out so I can get her off with my mouth again rather than cause her any pain, but Coco locks her ankles around my back and rocks her hips up against me, burying my cock inside her.

We both tense, our eyes locked as we adjust to this heaven. Her pussy is like a vice wrapped around my length. I want to move, but I’m worried about hurting her, so I wait until she nods at me.

We start off slow, both of us moving together as we learn what feels good. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts, her tits jiggling with the movement.

I kiss her, needing to distract myself. It’s no use. Coco feels too good. She’s too hot, too perfect. Her nails bite into my shoulders as we start to really move. My hips slap against hers, and I grit my teeth as her body tightens around me.

“I’m going to…” She trails off.

She doesn’t need to finish that sentence. I know she’s close, can feel it in her body, see it in her hazy eyes.

I’m close too, my balls drawing up tight as that familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine.

“Alec!” she shouts hoarsely.

Her pussy clamps down around my cock, and I groan her name into her neck as I come with her. My hips keep moving, rutting into her until every last drop of come has left me. Only then can I finally think clearly again.

My arms shake as I pull out of her slowly and collapse onto my side next to her. Coco sighs, nuzzling closer to me, and I smile as I pull her into my chest. We’re both breathing hard, our hearts pounding as we cuddle.

I’ve never felt happier. It’s like my life is perfect for the first time. I’m happy, content, satisfied—not stressed about a menu or suppliers or critics. Not agonizing over menu changes or other work decisions. I’m relaxed. Living in the moment. When was the last time I felt this good? I can’t even remember.

Coco is good for me. She’s probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to tell her, but as I struggle to find the words, her breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep.

I smile to myself as I tug the covers over us and press my lips to the crown of her head. I breathe in her sweet strawberry scent and drift off to sleep.

I’ll tell her how I feel about her soon.

9

Coco

I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up the next morning. There’s no clock, and I’m afraid to move in case I wake Alec up. I figure he’ll be up soon enough.

I lie there, staring at the ceiling for what feels like an hour. The sun is rising, peeking in from behind the curtains, and when my stomach growls, I know I need to get up.

I watch Alec sleep as I slowly slip out from beneath the covers and gather my clothes. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I get dressed in the living room. When I look in the fridge for something to eat, I see nothing I can make without waking Alec up or burning the place down, so I grab my keys and go back to my place.

I’m not sure when Alec will wake up, so I take a quick shower. I assume he sleeps in later since he’s up so late every night, so I take my time with my morning routine.

When I still haven’t heard from him by nine, I grab two Pop-Tarts and go back to his place. He’s asleep when I walk into the bedroom, and I smile, unwrapping my breakfast and taking a bite.

The crinkle of the wrapper wakes him. He blinks his eyes open, his hand reaching out to my side of the bed.

“Morning,” I say.

He sits up, smiling when he sees me.

“I made breakfast.” I toss him his Pop-Tarts.

He laughs as he opens his pack and takes a bite. “Thanks. I can’t remember the last time that I had one of these.”

“It’s my usual,” I admit.