Don't Touch

“Something's getting harder right now, but it's not the food.”

Arisa swallows her water hard, and I watch as the lump in her throat drops and then bobs back up. Her chest is rising and falling a little quicker, and her cheeks are a bright shade of red. That's not blush now. . .

“Here, try this one.” I pick up a pancetta pear and pecan puff and run it across her bottom lip. She opens, and I slip it inside. Her lips wrap around my fingers, sucking on them gently.

My chest constricts, causing me to hold my breath as her tongue licks the tips of my fingers. There's no denying it now, my cock is rock hard.

She chews, knowing exactly what it is. “Right again,” I say. There's a little filling on my finger. “One second, I need to wipe the filling off my finger.”

“I can help you with that,” she says, opening her mouth. I hesitate for a second, then place my finger in her mouth. Arisa sucks my finger clean. Her tongue swirls around my knuckle and her lips seal shut as she moans quietly and sucks my finger like it's my dick.

That's it. She's undone me in every way. My cock is like stone and my lungs are burning. She licks down the underside of my finger and then back up, sucking me hard.

I can't contain the growl that escapes when I finally take in a big, deep breath and exhale hard. “Fuck, Arisa, that's hot.”

Her hands fall to the chair and she grips the edges. Her back arches slightly, pushing her tits up as her hips rock. I dip my finger back in her mouth, letting her suck me more. It's fucking sexy as hell.

I pull my finger free and stand up. Leaning in, I cup her face as I whisper in her ear. “I think it's time for dessert.”

Arisa exhales a silent moan as her face falls into my hand. “Lucky for you I have a sweet tooth.”

I grab her bottom lip with my teeth and pluck it. Arisa lets out a coo that turns my insides upside down and makes every muscle in my body ache for more. More little noises. More touches. More licks and tasting and nibbling. More of her.

With greedy force, I kiss her. I kiss her hard and fast, devouring her like she's my breakfast. I'm hungry. Starving for another bite. Her tongue is sweet and salty as she slips it inside my mouth. I know this is wrong. It's wrong on every level.

And maybe that's why I'm loving it so much. Rules are meant for breaking. I've thought the same way my whole life. Food isn't bound by a set of rules, you can create anything you want. Every time my father told me I did it wrong, I would purposely do it wrong again and again.

Because I hate living by a set of rules. And I love breaking down those walls and creating my own.

I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. I'm so fucking hard it hurts. Grabbing Arisa by the hair, I tug her head back and run the tip of my cock across her lips. She moans louder as she parts her lips and I tempt the opening.

Her warm tongue grazes my engorged tip, lapping up the single drop of precum. “Mm,” she groans.

“I hope you're hungry, because I've got one last meal for you.” I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deep inside her mouth.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks my entire length from base to tip and back again. Her lips glisten as I fuck her mouth. I jerk my hips, making her take the very last inch of my cock. She moans with every stroke. I dig my fingers in her hair and guide her head.

She still can't see anything. All she can do is feel me, taste me, and hear me as I drive my thick muscle in as far as it can go. Arisa gags slightly, gasping for a breath of air as her lips reach the crown of my dick.

I could come right now. I could come right down her throat and fill her mouth with salty goodness. Except I don't. I don't want to finish in her mouth. I want to finish in her hot pussy. My cock needs to feel her walls as they clench around me, and the warmth of her juice slicks my cock.

Pulling my cock free from her mouth, she blindly lifts her face up. “Why'd you stop?” she asks all breathy as she runs her fingers around the outer edge of her lips. “I thought I was going to get to taste you.”

“Another time. Right now I don't want your mouth.”

“What do you want?” Arisa pulls her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth, and nibbles on it.