Page 100 of Blue Gold

“You’re not wrong.” Reaching for the wine bottle next to him, he grabbed it and poured some liquor into the mix of seafood. “Apart from a grilled cheese sandwich or box-mix pancakes, this is the only dish I can pull off.”

From the look of the mussels, shrimp, and scallops beautifully brewing in the sauce, it sure didn’t look like he lacked abilities when it came to cooking.

“Seafood linguini is a rather fancy dish for someone who can’t cook,” I teased, enjoying the smell of the seafood cooking in butter that reminded me of my maman’s kitchen.

“I learned it in a cooking class Claudia took me to for my thirtieth birthday.”

My good mood was gone and replaced with jealousy, because why did he have to bring her up again? I thought that now, when he was finally separated, he wouldn’t have to think about her.

“My, my… was that a wild night. You see, a friend of ours that joined us turned out to have a seafood allergy, and his whole face— Elliot?”

Daniel’s story came to a pause once I cupped him over his pants.

“Wanna fuck me?”

“W-what about the food?” he gasped.

Moving to stand before him, I turned off the stove.

“What food?”

In seconds, his expression shifted from stunned to eager, and he pulled me into a kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it, loving the taste of his desire. But it was still not enough, and wanting to make sure that from now on, the only memory seafood linguini would remind him of would be of fucking me, I took off my shirt. With my socks still on, I got rid of my pants and turned around so my back would face him. Leaning my hand on the counter, I spread my legs and glanced at him over my shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?”

I widened my stance, giving him the perfect view of my ass.

Daniel’s stare locked on me, his pupils dilated as the muscle in his jaw twitched. He unzipped his pants, his huge cock springing free before he moved to his knees behind me. I bit my lips as he spread my cheeks apart and groaned with pleasure when he pressed the flat of his tongue to my rim. Thankfully, I’d taken a shower as soon as we got to his condo, already expecting things would lead to this.

“Even this part of you is perfect,” he murmured, his lips grazing my hole as he licked me whole. “So perfect.”

Boosted with love, I thrust back, pushing my ass against his face while he continued to eat me out the way I wanted him to. Thrusting his tongue into my hole, he then added his thumb and used it to massage me from the inside. It felt so good it was almost unreal, making my eyes to roll to the back of my head while sensation slowly built in my lower stomach. To add to that, the moans coming from him as he feasted on my ass were almost enough to silence my insecurities. But knowing I wouldn’t be satisfied until his cock breached my inner walls, I took a deep breath.

“I’m ready⁠—”

Daniel rose to his feet before I completed my sentence, hand reaching for one of the drawers in the kitchen. I feared he might pull out something absurd like olive oil, which I knew didn’t do the job from previous experience, when, to my surprise, he took out a bottle of lube.

Shocked, I glared at him. “Why do you keep that in here?”

Flicking the cap open, he spread a decent amount into his hand. “Because of you.” He kissed my nape. “Don’t you remember? The last time we had phone sex, you wanted me to do it in the kitchen.”

A naughty smile crept to my lips at the fresh memory. “That’s right, I totally did—ohh,” I hissed as his slick fingers grazed my ready hole. “I-it’s cold.”

“It will get warm soon,” he whispered before biting the shell of my ear. The next thing I knew, the head of his cock pushed inside me. With his hands gripping my waist, he slowly sank his full length in until he bottomed out.

“God bless your fucking hole, Elliot,” he rasped, and I tried to hold back a laugh because I doubted God would approve of this blessing⁠—

“Fuck!” I cried when he bucked his hips without further notice, sending me forward with his powerful thrust. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into me enough to bruise while his cock slid in and out of my ass. He fucked me in a merciless rhythm, his hips bucking against mine while he rocked my body. Holding on to the counter with all I had, I arched my back, giving him the easiest access to my hole. I opened my eyes to see the pan on the stove was still mocking me from the sideline, reminding me of his stupid seafood linguini. Annoyed, I bit the inside of my cheek before pushing back against him, fucking myself on his cock. My own dick throbbed with need, yet I didn’t even care about it. All I wanted was to fuck him so good he’d never want to let me go.

Daniel’s movements became reckless, his hips losing their rhythm before he leaned over me and bit my nape. I moaned at the pain, loving how deeply he sank his teeth into my flesh when his hand came to wrap around my cock. He pumped my length in his fist with quick, aching strokes that pushed me to my limit until his hips stuttered, and he came deep inside me. And as he continued to pump me full of his cum, that was when I exploded and came all over the cabinet door.

And there goes dinner.

With my thighs sore and my body tired, I leaned forward, my chest heaving while I tried to get a grip on the situation. Daniel’s forehead came to rest on my shoulder while he hugged me from behind, slowly sorting his breath.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice heavy.

A lazy laugh escaped me as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You are not too bad yourself, monsieur.” I switched from French and earned a throaty chuckle from him.