“Shortbread.” She pushed the plate toward him. “Homemade.”
He took a cookie and bit into it. It was delicious. “You enjoy baking?”
She shrugged. “Keeps me busy.”
He studied her intently. What she didn’t say was that it made her feel normal. “They’re good.”
She flushed. “Thanks. I have chocolate chip, too.” She pointed in the general direction of a cupboard.
Her cookies were great, but that wasn’t what he was interested in. “You better have that dinner if you’re hungry, because I want to take you to bed.”
The red deepened, spreading down to her neck. Her breathing turned shallow. She kept his gaze and said in a sweet voice, “What’s wrong with the table?”
It was his turn to go up in flames. He hadn’t expected her to challenge him in that way. It both threw and pleased him. Little prim and proper Alice was his match in every way.
He pushed back his chair. “Are you sure you have the guts?”
She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t bolt either when he reached for the button of his jeans.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, the gruffness of his voice giving away just how much she’d turned him on.
She scurried to her feet, obeying the command while he pushed his jeans over his hips and freed his cock. Naked, she stood trembling on the other side of the table but her shoulders were square. He took the cushion from his chair and after sitting back down threw it on the floor between his legs.
“Come here, Princess.”
She moved to him.
“Kneel on the cushion.”
Positioned between his legs, he could let his hands wander over her soft body. He rubbed his palms over her full breasts until her nipples hardened. He stroked down her stomach to the small mound of her sex and pulled his fingers through her curls, finding the slit hidden underneath. She was wet for him already. Staring down at her face, he pressed his palm on her clit, rubbing in a circle. A beautiful mewling sound escaped her lips. Soon, she’d be making a hell of a lot more noise than that. Using two fingers pressed together, he tapped gently on the nub that swelled under his touch.
She moaned, leaning into his hand. “More.”
Giving her more, he pushed a finger inside her hot, tight channel. Fuck, she gripped him hard. He kept his eyes on her face, enjoying the erotic show. The light around her head turned violet, the outer edges going purple as he started moving his finger. He caressed her breast with his free hand, rolling her nipple just hard enough to make her cry out softly. He pulled and let the tip go, playing it like an instrument until her pussy turned slick around his hand.
“That’s my Princess. I want you wet and hot for what I have in mind.”
She looked up at him, her eyes drowning in desire. He withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers on the inside of her thigh. She shivered and closed her eyes briefly. When she reached for her glasses, he caught her hand.
“Leave them.” She’d look fucking hot sucking him off with her glasses on.
Sitting back on her heels, she waited like a good girl for his next instruction.
He grabbed the ballerina bun at the nape of her neck and tugged gently to pull her head back. “You like giving head?” He wasn’t going to push himself down her throat if it wasn’t her thing.
Her eyes widened slightly and then she licked her lips.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“I don’t know.”
Understanding dawned on him. “You’ve never sucked cock?”
She lowered her lashes. Satisfaction grew hot in his balls. He’d been the first to fuck her pussy and her ass, and he was going to be the first to fuck her mouth.
“Just take what you want,” he said, unable to hide the desire that made his voice sound raw. “If you don’t like it, you can stop.”
Her nod was nervous, but she willingly placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He gripped her hair more firmly, pushing her head down to his aching cock. With his free hand, he grabbed the base of his shaft, holding it in place while Alice wetted her lips, her eyes—wide behind her glasses—locked onto his.
“Keep on watching me.” He wanted to see her expression while she wrapped her tongue around him.
A gentle kiss on the head of his cock made him groan. He wasn’t going to hold back. He had every intention of showing her what he liked and how her hot tongue, which now licked over the slit of his cock, affected him. His grunt was harsh. A drop of pre-cum coated the sensitive head. Licking her lips, she waited a second as her taste buds registered the new flavor, all the while holding his gaze while he held his breath. Lots of girls didn’t like giving head. It wasn’t an issue, but fuck if he didn’t crave her mouth around him. Then she moaned and slipped her lips around his cock, licking around his shaft like she was eating ice cream for the first time.