Page 22 of A Very Grumpy Chef

“How long have you been up?” he asks, noticing my wet hair.

“A few hours.” I wink. “Guess I wore you out last night.”

He smirks, holding his hand out to me. I step forward, sliding my palm against his. I’m not sure what I’m expecting him to do, but it definitely isn’t tugging on my hand so I fall into bed with him.

“What time is it?” he asks as he rolls me under him.

“Almost ten now.”

“Shit.” He sighs, closing his eyes. “I need to head to work soon.”

“Want me to go?”

“Not yet. Come here.”

I tilt my chin up, offering him my mouth, and he greedily accepts. His tongue slips inside, and I smile when I taste the strawberry Pop-Tart on his lips.

My body heats as he presses more of his weight on top of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, needing him closer.

“You got dressed,” he complains as he trails kisses down my neck.

“Sorry about that,” I pant, lifting my hips when he tugs on my yoga pants.

He slides them down my legs, his fingers trailing after and causing goosebumps to pop up in their wake.

My panties are next. I sit up and rip my tank top over my head. A wrapper crinkles under me, and I reach behind my back, laughing when I pull out the smashed Pop-Tart.

“There are probably crumbs everywhere,” I tell him apologetically as he eases my thighs wider.

“I’ll clean them up later,” he mumbles, burying his face in my pussy.

“Alec!” I cry out in shock as his tongue licks a path up my slick center.

He moans, his tongue teasing my clit. Already, I can feel my orgasm brewing.

One thick finger pushes inside me, and he lazily thrusts in and out as his lips wrap around my clit, giving me the perfect amount of pressure.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.

He laughs darkly as he licks my clit while his finger stretches me. My hips rock, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to simply feel.

His mouth and hands seem to be everywhere at once. His tongue licks me, chasing every drop of pleasure, his fingers rub against secret spots deep inside my pussy, his other hand stroking up my side and pinching one stiff nipple.

“I’m close,” I gasp.

He growls, his body tensing against mine like he’s the one about to come. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue rolling circles over the sensitive pearl, and I go off like a rocket.

“Alec! Fuck!” I scream, my head thrashing on the pillow as I come.

His mouth continues to work me over, prolonging my release, and by the time I’m done, I’m a boneless noodle in the center of the bed.

“Mine,” he whispers.

I smile dazedly at the ceiling. I’m breathing hard, my eyelids heavy as Alec kisses his way back up my body.

“Still with me?” he asks as his cock brushes against my opening.

“Uh-huh,” I hum.