His hand moves to the nape of my neck, the other settling on my hip. "It might take all night for me to fuck you properly. I haven't had a taste in almost a week."
"What are you waiting for?" I grip the collar of his shirt in my hands as I pull him into a deep, and mind numbing kiss.
***
"Your cock may be your best feature." I run my tongue over the length again, pulling the head back into my mouth before I pop it out. "I'm a little crazy over this."
"You can be as crazy as you want," he moans loudly. "If you suck me like that again, I don't care if you're certifiable."
I stare at it, the length is impressive, the girth more so. It's pink, rosy, and right now, pulsating in my hands. I lick it again, slowly, tentatively as I inch my hand up and down, sliding lazily along the shaft.
"If you keep that up, I'll blow my load all over you."
"You're not going to hear me complain about that," I purr as I fist him, hard and fast strokes, again and again.
I drop my mouth over the plush head, taking as much of him as I can down my throat. I resist the urge to gag, holding steady as his hands get lost in my hair. He's pulling, directing, trying to control my desire.
I wave his hands away with a swat of mine before I lower my mouth over him completely.
"Christ," he growls, yanking on my shoulders. "I need to fuck you now, Cadence. Now."
His voice is loud, the tone thick with want and need. I pull myself from him and in an instant he's moved. The drawer opens. The condom package rips. He's sheathed.
His lips fall to my core for a deep swipe across my folds, then another, this time stopping to suck on my clit.
I scream as he pulls away and then I moan, deeply, when his cock drives into me in one single thrust.
CHAPTER 21
"What time do you work today?" Sophia snaps a picture of me in a short white romper. "I'm going to order the halibut out for a late lunch."
"You're ordering it to go?" I chuckle. "Why don't you just have lunch in the restaurant?"
"I called for a reservation, but you're booked solid." She claps her hands together loudly. "Half of Manhattan is going to eat your halibut today, Den. You'll be the toast of the town."
"You know I can cook it here for you, any night you want." I turn to the side as she takes another picture. "And it's not half of Manhattan. At most, it'll be a few hundred people."
"Does it seem too short to you?" She gestures toward me. "Your ass is hanging out a bit."
"I thought that's the way you wanted it." I arch my back, jutting my ass out even farther. "Where am I supposed to wear this thing?"
"We're going to Florida in four months for my brother's wedding." She twirls her finger in the air. "You can wear it there."
I turn so I'm facing the wall. "What the hell kind of wedding is it? You're sure I can't wear a dress?"
"Right side, please," she says with a giggle. "I'm going to sew a dress for you to wear to the wedding. This is for when we hit the beach."
"You need to let me pay for the material for all these outfits, Soph." I relax once she's taken the last picture. "You're saving me a bundle in wardrobe costs."
"I like designing, Den." She studies her phone. "I don't want you to pay for any of it. You only charge me three hundred dollars a month for rent. You know that's a steal, right?"
I do know that. I also know that having her here is worth way more than that. I don't have siblings. I've lost touch with most of my friends. Sophia is like family to me now and if she asked or needed it, I'd let her stay with me for free.
"At least let me buy your lunch." I breeze past her on the way to my room. "I can eat with you. I work a late shift today. I don't have to be at work until three."
"I'd never turn down free food. You know me better than that."
***
"Why are you here?" My gaze zeroes in on the plate in front of him. It's my dish. It's the halibut that I was so proud of but now seeing it touching his lips, it feels tainted.
"I heard your dish made the lunch menu, babe." His chin lifts as his eyes lock on mine. "I had to come down and try it out for myself."
He hasn't changed at all since I walked out of his life. His blonde hair is still cut short, his blue eyes as mesmerizing as they were the first time I saw them.
That feels like a lifetime ago now. I was at a deli, ordering a sandwich and he was next in line. He suggested I add avocado to it, I scoffed at the idea. By the next night, we were tangled together in the bed in his apartment.
"I don't want you here, Brendon."
He smirks, the way he always did when my opinion or feelings didn't align with his. "I can eat lunch wherever I want. Today I'm doing it here."
"I want you to leave." I step closer to the table. "You shouldn't be here."
"Why not?" He chuckles. "I thought you'd be happy to see me. I know you've missed me, Den. I've missed you."