Kitchen Boss

“Any chance you learned anything about how best to eat whipped cream?” Jackson asks.

“No,” I answer. “But I have a feeling I’m going to find out.”

I grip his hips.

“Now, stay still.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I start with the whipped cream on his abdomen, dragging my tongue over hard muscle and making sure I get every drop. Jackson draws a deep breath, but otherwise I get no reaction. It’s almost as if I’m licking a statue.

I feel a tinge of disappointment. I know I told him to stay still, but I was hoping he’d react just a little.

Guess I’ll just have to make him.

I move up to his nipples, starting with the left one. They’re not as prominent as mine, of course. Still, I decide to try what Jackson did last time with mine. I wrap my lips around the nub, sucking the cream into my mouth. Then I lick what’s left, moving my tongue in a circular motion and then up and down, slowly and then faster.

I feel a tremor go through Jackson’s body. A hiss escapes his lips.

Now things are getting interesting.

I do the same with his other nipple but don’t get much of a reaction. I turn my attention to his navel, letting the tip of my tongue circle it as well before dipping in.

Jackson trembles. His hand grips my shoulder.

I look up. “You don’t like it?”

“It tickles,” he confesses.

That gives me an idea. I grip his hips as I continue teasing his bellybutton with my tongue even though there’s no more whipped cream. Jackson grips me with both hands. His belly shakes. His laughter turns into snorts as he tries to suppress it. Still, some spill out.

“Cathy.”

I know I should stop. I know I’m probably going to pay for this later. Still, I keep going.

This is too much fun to stop.

“Cathy.” Jackson pushes me off when he’s reached his limit.

I look up and see his face flushed. His shoulders rise and fall.

“Fine,” I say.

I’m about to straighten up, but then I see his cock. It’s harder now, pointing at me. Its wet tip is just inches away from my face and I can see the glistening liquid oozing out of the slit.

Again, my mouth waters. This time, though, I don’t just swallow and look away. I go down on my knees and take a closer look. Unable to resist, I wrap my fingers around it and open my mouth to lick the tip.

Jackson lets out a louder hiss. He doesn’t push me away, though, so I continue. I swipe my tongue against the tip of his cock, gathering the liquid there, which tastes slightly salty and bitter but not unpleasant.

Jackson’s cock quivers in my hand. More of the clear liquid oozes out.

I leave it alone and lick the rest of him. I drag my tongue down his cock, then lick the thin skin between his balls. Jackson lets out a gasp. His fingers dig into my shoulders.

“Ticklish?” I ask him.

His eyes narrow. “Don’t you dare.”

This time, I take his advice. I drag my tongue back up and press the tip against the leaking slit. Jackson’s hands shake.

I smile. I guess I’ve broken through his defenses now.

Who knew being on the giving end would be so exciting?

Indeed, my skin is buzzing, my heart racing. Jackson may not be doing anything to me, but his reactions are sending heat through my veins. I can feel myself getting wet as well.

I continue. I wrap my lips around his cock and take him inside my mouth. I feel the rod of flesh quiver on my tongue and I rub it.

Jackson lets out a curse. I’d like to see the look on his face but decide to focus on my task instead. I close my eyes and fit as much of him inside my mouth as I can. When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I nearly gag. Jackson groans.

I pull away so I can recover. Then I try again.

“You don’t have to do this, Cathy,” Jackson tells me.

I ignore him. I tilt my head and his cock brushes against the roof of my mouth. Jackson lets out another curse and grips my shoulders harder.

“Fuck.”

I hollow my cheeks and give a suck. He trembles in response. Then I move my head back and forth. I curl my lips to sheath my teeth and they rub against him. The friction fills my mouth with heat.

I move faster, so fast my lips feel like they’re on fire. I can barely breathe, but I can hear that I’m not the only one having trouble with that.

Jackson’s fingers grip my hair. He strokes it as his breaths turn to gasps, as I keep moving back and forth. Then suddenly, he pushes me away.

“Enough,” he whispers as I look up.

The lust in his eyes sends a shiver of delight down my spine.