The Yeah, Baby Series

“That good enough? It’d kill me to do it, but I’ll give you more if you need it.”

I didn’t need him to tell me the rest, not with the way my instincts had warned me to stay away from the guy the minute I’d met him. “It’s enough.”

This time, it was my lips claiming his. Softly at first, since I didn’t have a whole lot of experience at being the initiator when it came to stuff like this. Or really any experience when it came to accepting kisses like the ones Owen had given me. But when he groaned, my tongue swept inside his mouth and tangled with his until we were both panting.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he murmured against my lips. “I could eat you up for dessert.”

My thighs clenched together as my panties grew damp. “But then what would I have for my dessert?”

“I have a couple of ideas.” He yanked me to the edge of the counter and his hips surged forward, leaving me no doubt about what he had in mind. I felt my cheeks fill with heat, and he stroked them lightly with his thumbs before stepping away from me. He flung open the refrigerator door and pulled out a bowl of strawberries and a carton of heavy whipping cream. Then he set them on the counter next to me, along with sugar and an uber-expensive looking standing mixer. “But we’ll save them for a little later since you’ve had a long day and this is something you can help me with.”

“Help?” I repeated dazedly.

“Yeah, there’s no risk of fire for this dish.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He winked at me as he handed me the carton of cream and instructed me to pour it into the metal bowl of the mixer. Then he sprinkled sugar over the cream and flipped a switch so the whisk started whirring. I peered in the bowl, mesmerized by how the cream formed into medium-stiff peaks. “Cooking really is science. I should be good at it, damn it.”

“We’ll get you there, baby,” he promised. “For now, you can be my taste tester.”

He swiped a finger into the whipped cream and held it out to me. Staring at it, I couldn’t help but think about something else he’d done with his fingers today. Licking the sweet concoction from his skin, I moaned.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels almost as good wrapped around my finger as your pussy did.”

I nipped at his finger as he slid it out of my mouth. “How did you know I was just thinking about how amazing you made me feel earlier?”

“I didn’t, but I haven’t been able to get how tight you felt around my fingers out of my head. So fucking tight that I know it’s going to take all my self-control to slowly work my cock into your sweet pussy.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “About that.”

“It’s going to happen, Sienna,” he stated. “Sooner rather than later, too.”

“Yes, it is,” I admitted softly. “But there’s something you need to know first.” I gulped, feeling incredibly nervous. “I’ve never done this before.”

He cocked his head to the side. “This?”

“Yeah.” I waved between us. “Any of this.”

His body went still again, and I braced myself for his reaction. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin, Sienna?”

“Yes.”

Those green eyes flared with heat.

“Was I the first to touch your pussy the way I did today, too?”

“Yes.”

His cheekbones filled with color.

“The first to taste it, when I sucked my finders clean?”

I nodded, words failing me.

“Fuck dessert, and fuck waiting.” He lifted me off the counter and tossed me over his shoulder. “I had plans for that whipped cream, but the first time I get my mouth on your virgin pussy, I want to taste you and only you.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed out.

He dumped me on his mattress, quickly following me down and settling between my thighs. His lips crashed against mine, even as his hands made quick work of my clothing. When I was down to just my lacy white bra and panties set, he lifted up a little and groaned.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”

My core convulsed at his compliment. I’d never felt more beautiful than I did in that moment with him staring down at me.

“And so fucking mine.”

With deft fingers, he popped the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my shoulders. With my breasts free, he didn’t waste any time in taking one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arched off the mattress as he swirled his tongue around the stiffened peak and sucked. He paid the same attention to the other side before moving lower, kissing and licking his way down my body until his mouth was hovering over my pussy, clad only in a scrap of white lace.

His nose flared as he breathed deeply. “Fuck, you smell good. I can’t wait any longer to get my mouth on your pretty pussy.”

He ripped my panties from my body, spread my legs wide, and opened the lips of my pussy with his thumbs.

Then he licked me, from bottom to top, and I lost all ability to think. I could only feel what he was doing to me. He didn’t just lick me, he devoured me. Driving me higher and higher until I was begging him to let me come.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers, sinking them inside me as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. I exploded, my body strung taught as I flew over the edge, screaming his name. I was barely aware of him stripping out of his clothes, but when my eyes drifted open again he was naked on top of me. I felt his cock, hard and long, against my entrance.

“Please don’t make me wait, baby. Let me have you.”

Throwing caution to the wind, I whispered, “Yes.”

“That’s right, baby. You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

My yes was ripped from my throat as he drove into me with one powerful thrust. Even as I registered the pain I was feeling, my pussy clamped down on him as though it didn’t want to let him go.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He kissed my face, licking the tears from my cheeks as he whispered to me. Telling me how beautiful I was. How much he wished he didn’t have to hurt me. That it would feel better soon. Holding still the whole time, with his cock wedged deep inside me.

“I’m okay.” I’d said it to reassure him, but was surprised to find it to be true when I wiggled my hips and pleasure zinged through me. “But I’ll be even better if you start moving.”

“You sure?”

I anchored my knees at his hips and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. “Yes, damn it!”

“Hold on, baby. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

And boy, was it. He slowly slid out, only to slam right back inside. Over and over again, his hips picking up speed as I got wetter. I heard our skin slapping together, my cries mixing with his groans.

“Owen,” I gasped, feeling it build inside me again.

“That’s right, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze my cock until we’re both coming. Together.”

He lifted my hips, pounding into me at a new angle that had me flying apart again. He followed right behind me, calling my name and collapsing on top of me when he was done.

“I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time,” I panted.

“Only because what we have is special, Sienna. But don’t worry.

We’ll make up for lost time.” I smiled up at him, wondering how I was ever going to be able to manage school and a new job when all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Owen forever.

7

Owen

“Sienna?” I called as I perused the contract that had been sent over earlier in the morning.

It had been three weeks since I moved her in with me, and I was rarely separated from her. Other than her classes at school, I’d shown that I was serious when I said she would be devoting the rest of her time to me. And while I made sure we spent plenty of it in bed, doing my best to knock her up, she’d become invaluable to me in my business as well.

There was an entrance to a private bathroom on one side of my office, but an empty office sat on the other. So I set her up in there and had a construction crew out to put in an adjoining door the very next day. It was only ever closed if I was fucking her in the office, which happened often since she was my favorite afternoon snack.

When I didn’t get a response, I lifted my head and glanced into her office. Her desk was empty. “Baby?”

Still nothing.

A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth and I stood, walking into her office to confirm her absence. I’d gotten to know my girl, inside and out, and if she wasn’t in her office, I knew exactly where she was.

I headed to the kitchen and sure enough, Sienna was perched on a stool near where Andy was working and they were quietly chatting. There were several spices lined up in front of Sienna. She lifted one, sniffed it, then wrote something in a notebook she had off to the side. She’d been extremely curious about the science behind Andy’s choices when choosing how to prepare the food.

When she’d first mentioned her interest, I’d given her an article about mixology, the art of mixing cocktails through molecular gastronomy. She’d been fascinated, and determined to figure out how to apply the same tools to food, not just drinks.

It shouldn’t have surprised me that the two of them had clicked. Sienna was charismatic, funny, selfless, and so easy to love. But, even so, I’d been shocked when Andy had welcomed Sienna into her kitchen. I owned the place and frequently found myself banished…