She laughs, and then, for the first time in four days, her hand touches my chest.
Flat. Warm. A promise. A warning.
Maybe both.
She slides her hands over my shoulders and caresses down my chest. Her fingertips dance over my hard nipples, and then, down my abs. She throatily says, “Well, I miss the sex. In fact…”
Before she can finish the sentence, I grip her panties and peel them down her legs. Then, I drop them to the floor and kneel beside them. Her thighs quiver and her fingers delve into the hair at the sides of my head. She scoots closer to my face and spreads her legs wider. She pulls me in. I inhale. Her scent invades my senses. Then, I flick her clit with my tongue. She jerks on the counter and moans. I worship her with my tongue, my teeth, and my lips. She rolls her hips, pressing her clit into me. She moans, “Not enough… I need your fingers… I need more.” Ever her servant, I add two fingers to her pussy and move them in and out while toying with her clit. She gasps, “More… Give me more, Chase.” I add a third finger and curl them inside of her. She bucks and rides my face and my hand while she holds my head hostage. Her hips raise, increasing the tempo. Curling my fingers again, I hit the spot she loves and bite her clit at the same time. She screams, “Chase… Ohhhhhh, Chase… Fuck… oh fuck…Chase…” She practically convulses. When she’s spent, she slumps back on the island. Her head lolls to the side and she says, “Now… fuck me, baby.”
Oh, I will, Roxy.
It's not gentle. It’s two people, desperate for each other, who come together again and again. She’s bouncing on the island top as she plants her feet on the tile. Her knee smacks me in the pec, and I grunt and grab her legs, throwing them over my shoulders and holding onto her thighs as my cock slides in and out of her pussy and my balls slap against her ass. Her fingers curl around the edge of the counter as she meets my thrusts. Moving my hips faster as she moans and rolls her head from side to side, I grunt, “I’m about to come baby. I can’t hold back.”
Smiling, she reaches between us, rubbing circles on her clit. She pinches it and her stomach quivers. “Come for me, baby.” Her thighs tighten, and she comes… again. Her orgasm and quivering pussy muscles trigger my own release. Grabbing her thighs so tightly I’m going to leave marks, I pump into her once more. My cock swells and I come deep inside of her.
When we can both breathe again, I laugh. Her brow rises though she smirks. As I come back to reality, I glance down and really start to laugh. Her cake is smeared all over both of us. Cake and ganache are everywhere. Literally everywhere.
A slow clap comes from the doorway and we both quickly look toward the sound. Trent is red faced but he smirks and rubs the back of his neck and glances at the wall. “Uh, I just came down for some tea. I did not expect the show. But uh… good job, I guess. If I’d paid for tickets, I wouldn’t ask for a refund. I think I’ll just go back to my room and drink tap water though.” Turning, he heads for the stairs, calling back, “I’m assuming you’re going to clean all that up and like Clorox the counters before morning. Night.”
Roxy and I look at each other. I grin. She blushes, but then, she laughs.
“How much do you think he saw?” she asks.
Slapping her thigh, I pull out. It makes a squelching sound. Laughing harder, I mutter, “Uh, probably enough.”
Grabbing the fork from beside her hip, I scoop some cake from the island, bring it to my lips, and eat it.
She just stares at me.
So, I lean in and kiss her.
Like, kiss her.
It’s tongue and teeth, slow but intense. She kisses me back, and then, she stops, pressing her hand to my chest.
Her hand rises to her mouth as she wiggles to sit up. She closes the sides of her robe.
“Roxy, don’t. Don’t…”
I freeze as she hops off the counter and walks out towards the bedroom, cake still coating her back, ass, thighs, and the entirety of the island.
She doesn’t look back.
I stare at the empty kitchen that looks like a cake bomb just went off like it might explain what the hell just happened.
A bomb did go off. Its name is Roxy West.
This was a fracture but we’re both going to break.
It’s just a matter of patience and trying not to surrender before she fully succumbs this time.
ROXY
* * *
He didn’t come back to our room last night.
I don’t speak to him all morning. Not because I’m mad but because I’m terrified.
