Dirty Chef

I felt much more confident. More settled, more reassured, and it made me wanna…tease. Just a bit.

“You can always use my mouth too.” I bit my lip.

His gaze darkened with desire, and we stopped moving. “Trust me, baby. I’ll use it often. But I’ll be coming inside that sweet pussy, nowhere else.”

I stifled a whimper and clenched my thighs together. “Are we really doing this?”

“I don’t know exactly what this would be, but yeah. To all of it.” He grabbed my jaw and spoke against my lips. “You make me want everything, Alessia. The reason it never appealed to me before was because—what was in my head…it wasn’t the version you spoke of. It had to be your version. As soon as you mentioned having a little kid running around the restaurant, the rest of my life became crystal clear.”

I exhaled shakily, beyond overwhelmed, and so ready to get out of here. “Take me home?”

“Gladly.”

Fourteen

Adam Grady

“You get three questions,” I said to my family. “Then Alessia and I are going home.”

I had a firm grip on Alessia’s hand, with no plans for releasing her until I had to drive us back to the Valley. And I genuinely didn’t know if we’d make it the whole way. I was one seductive move of hers away from attacking.

To no one’s surprise, Isla jumped at asking the first question. “Have you two finally gotten your shit together?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Next?”

My mother didn’t have a question. She was just smiling through her tears and shaking her head. She’d stopped dreaming this day would ever come, she’d told me, because it saddened her when her hopes were up and she heard of either of us dating other people.

Alex cleared his throat and smiled at me. “No question, little brother, only my warmest felicitations to both of you.”

That killed some of my urgency, and I unclenched for a moment. I’d wanted to share this with my family.

“Thank you.” I gave Alessia’s hand a squeeze.

Isla looked like she was about to burst. “Gah! Okay, I have a million questions, but I’ll save those for when I get Alessia alone.”

I smirked. “I appreciate that—I think.”

Alessia giggled.

“Alessia, hon,” Jameson said, returning to his seat at the dining table, “blink if you want us to save you.”

Hardy-fucking-har. Everyone obviously thought that was hilarious.

I’d show my gratitude for his playing tonight another day. Right now, I had something more important to tell him. “Okay, enough chitchat. I’m taking my girl home, and Jamie, there’s no cake on your plate.”

I dragged Alessia out of there in the midst of Jamie’s furious outburst that, admittedly, made me laugh a great deal. He’d met his matches, that was for fucking sure.

* * *

We were on each other the second we made it home. I pushed off her coat while she unzipped my jacket. Her mittens and beanie landed on the floor. She threw my ball cap somewhere. I’d cursed the center console in my truck for being in the way, I’d cursed the elevator for being so goddamn slow, and now I cursed when Alessia dropped to her knees right there in the middle of our living room.

I threaded my fingers through her hair as she pulled down my jeans.

As soon as my boxer briefs were past my hips, she gripped my cock and closed her soft lips over the head. Her gaze was too seductive.

“I’ll punish you if you tease me,” I warned. “Suck me off like a good girl.”

Fuck me if she didn’t whimper around my cock. She coated me with her tongue and took me deep.

Shudders ripped through me at the feel of her hot, wet little mouth. She sucked me hard and maintained eye contact, something that rendered me stupid.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered.

I tested the waters by fucking her mouth slowly, and she offered a quick nod and slipped her hands back to my ass.

My God. I let her go and scrubbed my hands over my face. Then I returned one hand to her, wrapping her hair around my fist and guiding her back and forth on my cock.

She released my cock with a wet pop to catch her breath after a while, so I stroked myself in front of her face as she kissed her way down to my sac.

“Use me how you want, tesoro,” she pleaded. “Don’t hold back. I want—” She flushed and sucked one of my balls into her mouth.

I grunted and felt my thighs tremble.

“You want what? Tell me.”

“Don’t hold back,” she repeated in a whisper. “I’ve been fantasizing about you going rough on me since I was a teenager.”

I hauled in a breath at the filthy images that flew through my mind.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

She did as told, and I guided my cock into her mouth, sliding it along her tongue.

“Uh-uh, don’t suck yet.” I fisted her hair tighter and pushed deeper. “I wanna see where my cock makes you gag.”