Starfire (Erotic Romance) (Peaches Monroe) (8 page)

“Don’t burn the lemon sauce,” she said, changing the topic.

“You’d better not be zooming your boss again.”

She smirked. “Oh, I’m not.”

We tidied up the kitchen as best we could, since our only table was also in that room.

The doorbell rang, and I got so nervous all of a sudden, my legs actually quaked.

Shayla ran out the door, car keys in hand, telling Adrian not to do anything she wouldn’t do. She disappeared, leaving the two of us alone for our date.

Adrian whipped out some flowers from behind his back and handed them to me. The tag showed them as being from Gabriella’s, the fancy florist, and the bouquet was a small but exotic blend of flowers that weren’t orchids.

“Please, come in,” I said. “I’m glad these aren’t cut orchids or both of our mothers would be mad.”

He chuckled. “Those orchid nuts.”

Adrian stepped over the threshold, a drip of sweat running off the side of his brow. Was he feeling guilty about our open arrangement, nervous to see me, or had he rushed to get there? I started to ask, but he gave me an awkward kiss immediately, his lips brushing my nose and landing on my chin as I turned.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

I pulled out my phone to take a photo of the pretty flowers. “For my mother,” I explained.

He grinned. “I already sent a picture to my mom.”

“Hey! We’re Bodwives* buddies.”

*Bodwives is a modified version of the acronym for the Beaverdale Orchid and Dandelion Wine Society, which both of our mothers were part of.

The ladies love growing orchids, and abhor seeing them used as cut flowers in arrangements.

I put the flowers in a tall water glass of water and set them on the table.

“How’s Golden?” I asked. “Did she have a bunch of exciting news and scandalous gossip that turned out to be nothing but the neighbor’s mail-order catalog arriving at her house by accident?”

“I’m here with you,” he said firmly, his pale blue eyes momentarily as stormy as his last name.

“One time she took twenty minutes to tell me that her single guy neighbor gets Victoria’s Secret catalogs. Big shocker, right? How about you, Adrian? Do you get anything in the mail you want to tell me about?”

“Not yet.” He looked up and down my body appreciatively. “But I’m on the mailing list for one of Victoria’s Secret’s strongest competitors. I hear their models are extra hot.”

“One of them is.”

“I can hardly wait to see your pictures.”

“I guess I’ll have to autograph your catalog for you,” I said with a sigh.

“If you can pry it out of my hands.”

“Why slobber over a photograph when you can have the real thing?”

He shrugged. “A photograph doesn’t talk, and doesn’t make you feel sixteen and totally freaked out again.”

I put one hand on my hip. “You’d like me better if I was silent?”

He pointed a finger at me. “Nope. Not taking the bait. We did nothing but argue back in school, and look where that got us.”

We stood in the kitchen, and I moved away from him, putting the peninsula section of the counter between us.

CHAPTER 7

I had all the preparations for gin and tonic drinks, including cucumber slices, set out between us. Without asking, I poured us one each. We clinked glasses, and quickly downed the drinks, the same way we had at DeNirro’s on Saturday. Combined with the two shots I’d had with Shayla while getting ready, the drink made my body hum at a pleasant frequency.

Adrian seemed to relax, tilting his head from side to side and rolling his shoulders back.

“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker,” I said.

He looked down at my fidgeting hands, then grabbed one of my wrists gently and brought my hand up to his face. He stared deeply into my eyes as he rubbed the tip of my thumb across his swollen lower lip. Still giving the fuck-me eyes, he slipped my thumb into his mouth and started sucking. My legs quaked again as an electric current shot down my spine and into my pussy.

“You like sucking on things,” I murmured.

“Take off your shirt and find out.”

With my free hand, I squeezed my sweater puppies together from the side. The top button of my blouse popped open as though I’d planned it. “You want a taste of these, big boy?”

He gave my thumb another suck and grazed it with his teeth, making me shudder. I could feel all of my lips swelling and watering. So much for my plans to keep things casual until he picked a girl. I’d lusted after Adrian for so long, and it was time to find out how my fantasies compared to the real thing. He released my thumb and dared me with his eyes to make the next move.

“Hmm?” I trailed my wet thumb across my collarbone and down the crease of my chest.

“Mmm,” he growled, his gaze moving down to my breasts. “You know I want a taste, but I don’t want to be rude, and you’ve made all this dinner for us.”

“It’s just a deli chicken staying warm in the oven. The chicken won’t mind if we start with an appetizer.”

“I did have a late lunch, so I can’t say I’m all that hungry… for dinner.”

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, eager to get his mouth on me again.

“Is that a Peaches Monroe bra?” he asked, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the midnight-blue underwire bra.

For a second, I was confused by the question. I’d not fully adjusted to the idea of being a brand name.

“They’re still in production, but this is a sample. Funny story, actually. They test-marketed some of the designs, and this is going to be purple, but they’ll just shift the color on the photographs rather than re-shoot. Apparently, clothing lines do that all the time, and—oh. Mercy. Oh, mercy.”

He’d leaned across the counter and buried his face in my bosom, his big, warm hand slipping under my loose blouse and landing on my back to keep me in place. He inhaled deeply and audibly, making every part of me shudder in anticipation.

When he came up for air, his eyes heavily lidded, he said, “What’s that sauce on the stove?”

The burner was turned off, but the warm lemon sauce was still fragrant. “Lemon butter.”

He pulled away from me, turned to the stove, and returned back to the peninsula counter between us, setting the sauce pan down before hunting around in the drawer for a spoon.

“We’re alone in the house?” he asked.

“Yes. Shayla’s at work until late.”

“You have a new refrigerator.”

I stammered and turned to look at the fridge. “The landlord replaced it when I was—”

Adrian moved swiftly around to my side of the counter, grabbed me under the arms, and hoisted me up to sit on the counter. There were only a few inches of overhang on that side, so it was safe enough to sit there, though I never did. Sitting on counters was something tiny girls did. I liked the view up there, though.

Adrian slipped off my blouse and unfastened my bra.

Can you guess what he did next?

Yeah.

That long-legged sex maniac used a wooden spoon to dribble warm lemon butter sauce on my breasts and then licked them clean.

Repeatedly.

I moaned and squirmed around, the bits between my legs becoming slippery inside my panties and jeans.

More lemon sauce.

Heavy breathing.

Kissing.

Licking.

Sucking.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, and long before we ran out of sauce, I got hold of Adrian’s jeans and sprung him from the fabric.

He leaned back from me and stretched up to pull his shirt off over his head. Wow, it was a long way up there to the other end of his body. From where I sat on the counter, it looked like his fingertips grazed the ceiling of the kitchen.

Holding his bare chest to mine, he said, “Sticky.”

I grabbed him by the thunderstick.

He stopped talking as I squeezed his firm rod in one hand, palming the head with my other hand. “Two-hander,” I murmured.

He groaned what seemed like a question, but leaned down and started kissing my mouth and neck. He knew he was packing a two-hander, and didn’t need me to tell him.

The change in his pockets jingled as his jeans slipped to the kitchen floor along with his boxers. He got harder and harder in my hands.

I pushed him back so I could hop off the counter.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t bring a condom.”

I bit my lower lip, thinking about the stash I usually had upstairs. The stash had recently run out, though, and had I picked up more? No, I had not. Every time I’d been to the drugstore recently, someone I knew from high school had been working the checkout, and I’d delayed the purchase.

Adrian’s cock pulsed in my hand, inviting me to take a ride. I dropped to my knees and gave it a long lick, from base to tip. After all the lemon butter sauce in my mouth from Adrian, his skin had almost no taste. I cupped his balls in one hand and buried my nose in his trimmed pubic hair. I breathed in deeply, his musk triggering the memory of my high school crush. While other boys’ hormones and diets made them smell disgusting, Adrian had always smelled good to me. I’d stand behind him when he was on the computer lining up photographs for the yearbook, and I’d lean in close enough to smell the crown of his head.

Oh, but we’d both grown up, and now we would make up for lost time.

He shifted around to lean back against the counter, his palms braced on the edge for what was to come next.

My mouth watered as I opened wide and took hold of him with force.

His breath whistled in through clenched teeth, and his thigh muscles flexed. As I coaxed him in and out of my mouth, my lips making faint popping sounds as I negotiated the head and its contours, his breathing became ragged. I listened and slowed down my breaths to be in time with his.

He got so hard, about to blow, and grunted a warning. “Easy, or else,” he said.

“Or else what?” I asked, pulling away to speak.

He raised his eyebrows and looked down at me knowingly.

I licked the head, swirling my tongue around while giving him a sidelong look up. “Come in my mouth, big boy.”

He just closed his eyes and smiled.

I took him back in my mouth, savoring the musky scent of his skin, so familiar and intoxicating. His balls pulled up under my touch, and his breath caught in his throat.

I started moaning like a porno princess, like I just couldn’t get enough of his big, huge cock. He put one hand on the back of my head, entwining his fingers in my hair.

“Slowly,” he moaned.

I glanced up. His eyes were still closed, and the whole front of his gorgeous chest was glistening as he tensed and released his muscles repeatedly.

I slowed right down to half speed.

His fingers rubbed the back of my head, as though impatient. “Not that slow,” he moaned.

I pulled him out of my mouth, grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head with the other one. Something had gotten hold of me, and I felt dirty. My pussy had that hot, juicy, desperate feeling. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I wanted it now.

He stared down at me, a look of concern on his face. “What now?”

“You’re such a big boy.” I kissed the engorged red head before me and grasped my right hand firmly around the base. “I’ve got a hold of you so you won’t choke me.”

“Okay.” His hands were both still loosely embedded in my hair at the back of my head.

“Now grab hold my hair like you mean it, and fuck my face. Don’t close your eyes the whole time. Look at me when you come in my mouth.”

He nodded and tilted his hips as I took him back in through my lips. My jaw clicked as I opened wider. Blinking, but still making eye contact, he filled my watering mouth and began to pump, his hands firm on the back of my head as he moved faster and slower.

My hand held him firmly, adding to the limited reach of my mouth.

I slipped my other, free hand down the front of my own jeans without thinking, and rubbed away at the throbbing tension.

After a moment, Adrian’s body tensed and shook, releasing his hot climax down my throat. Four pulses, then one more. And another. I moaned in pleasure, softening my friction to be gentle. I hadn’t come, but I felt so damn good, like all of my skin was an extension of my clit.

With a sigh, he leaned over and eased himself down to the floor next to me, his gaze on the moving lump that was my hand inside my own pants.

I pulled my hand out, embarrassed.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “That’s beautiful.”

“So much for dinner.” I looked around sheepishly.

“Do you like oral sex?” he asked.

I gave him a sidelong look. Was he kidding? “No, I just asked you to fuck my face as a joke, Adrian.”

He reached down and grabbed my pussy through my jeans, holding me firmly between his long thumb and fingers. “Smartass. I mean receiving.”

“I dunno. Do you like giving it?”

His hand started to squeeze and rub me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Since encouraging him to be forceful, Adrian certainly did have a more aggressive vibe, and I liked it.

He growled, “Tell me how much you like to have your pussy licked.”

I glanced up in a panic that the kitchen window was open and my neighbor could hear everything. Thankfully, the window was closed.

“I like it,” I whispered.

He squeezed me with more force. “Indulge my fantasies,” he said. “Tell me to lick your pussy.”

My body writhing, sitting next to him on the kitchen floor, I felt ridiculous. I put my hand over top of his face, forcing his eyelids down with my fingertips. “Adrian!”

He shook his face free of my hand. “Either command me or beg me. Your choice.”

“You filthy boy.”

His face lit up with a grin.

Well, I wasn’t going to beg, so…
“I command you to lick my pussy. Make me come, Adrian. Do it.”

He gave me one last smirk, and then everything happened so fast. I meant to move the party to a better venue, such as my bedroom, but he unfastened my jeans and yanked them down forcefully. He didn’t take them off in a sensible way, either, but rolled them inside out, so the skinny cuffs were impossible to extract myself from. We got one foot out, but not the other, and then I was on my back, knees in the air. Off came the panties in the same manner as my jeans—in a pile around one ankle.