Before she utter a word or even form a thought, he had her by her waist, lifting her up and plopping her down on her counter. Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he went between her legs, his eyes dark with desire.
“It worked,” she muttered as she pulled the belt out of his pants, letting it hit the floor hard. “But I’m cooking you breakfast,” she said as his mouth trailed up her neck while she pushed his slacks down to his ankles, stroking his cock with one finger. He gasped against her mouth before smiling against her lips. He was so hard, so thick and, ugh, she wanted him.
“But I’m hungry for this,” he demanded, cupping her * as he lifted her shirt with his other hand. Taking it off, he threw it over his shoulder before kissing down her breasts, pulling the cups of her bra down to take her nipple in between his teeth. As he feasted on her breast, he pulled her shorts down as she lifted up, helping him take them off. The counter was cold against her naked butt, but the desire burning inside of her counteracted the cold. Quickly she forgot that he looked spectacular, that he had to leave for his first game of the season, and that they were about to eat on this counter, because she wanted him to make love to her right here.
As his mouth trailed down her stomach, biting and licking her abs, his beard burning her belly in the most delicious way, she leaned back as he pushed her leg to the side, taking her whole in his mouth. “Oh my God,” she gasped, arching up into his mouth. “I have to say,” she gasped as his tongue flicked along her clit, “your choice of food is pretty fucking great.”
“I think so,” he said roughly against her *, making her quiver. The hair on his mouth tickled her lips and made her wetter, if that was possible, making her cry out in need. As he drove his tongue inside her, she bit down hard on her lip, moving herself against his mouth, and it felt so fucking good. Not just what he was doing but because with no one to hear them, no one to tell them to keep it down, she was free to scream as loud as she wanted.
As he slid a finger inside of her, she gasped, moaning his name as he started to move his finger in and out of her, the tip of his tongue quickly flicking against her clit. Letting her head fall back, she gripped the counter, her thighs squeezing his head as she arched up into his mouth.
But when she sucked in a deep breath of smoke, her head snapped back up. “What is that smell?”
He glanced up at her. “All I smell is this delicious *,” he said, dropping his mouth back to her, but she lifted his head to stop him.
“It smells like smoke,” she said just as she looked over his shoulder and saw a blaze of flames. She screamed out, smacking his shoulders in distress as she yelled, “Jordie! The stove is on fire!”
Turning around quickly, he said, “Oh shit!”
Going to the left, he tripped over his pants, falling onto the floor with a huge thump. “Oh fuck, my dick.”
Crying out, Kacey jumped off the counter as he writhed on the floor, moaning like a man who could possibly have broken his dick. She went for the extinguisher by the washer. Running back to the stove, she pulled the clip and sprayed all the flames until they were out. Her heart was pounding, she was choking on fumes, and Jordie was still hollering out. When the final flame was out, she let her arms fall, the extinguisher by her legs as she took in what was left of her shirt on the skillet. As the fire alarm blared and Jordie groaned, she couldn’t help it, she started laughing.
“Guess our sex is so hot, we start fires,” she said as Jordie rolled over and looked up at her, holding his dick.
“I think I broke my dick,” he said, and she tried not to laugh as she came down on her knees to check on him.
“I doubt it. Want me to check it?”
Raising his brows, he asked, “With your mouth?”