Toasty (Cozy #2) - Alexa Riley Page 0,17

She blinks a few times as she looks at me with a coquettish smile.

I place the dishes on the counter and walk around the bar over to where she’s sitting. Her long legs are crossed and drape down to her perfectly painted pink toes. I’ve kissed every inch of them, but I haven’t had them wrapped around me yet. I wanted to give her time before I took what I wanted, but it seems she’s got other ideas.

“What did you think was going to happen when you walked down here like this?” I turn her stool so she’s facing me and I lean forward, placing my hands on the counter behind her. Her legs have no choice but to uncross and spread as I bully my way between them. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I thought you might like the view while we ate.” She raises her chin, and damn do I love how she challenges me.

“And how am I supposed to eat like this?” I cup my cock over my sweatpants and hiss at the pain.

Last night I kept jacking off while I ate her pussy and it was embarrassing how many times I came on myself. But my cock was by no means satisfied and this morning it’s made its demands known. I can hardly walk with how much it aches and it’s so full and hard it’s sticking out of the top of my sweats. I’m not wearing a shirt so I have nothing to cover the ruddy head that’s peeking out and leaking drops of need.

“You found a way around that last night.” She’s breathy as she leans back and spreads her legs further. The reminder of eating her pussy and the sight of it now is almost too much.

“Cumming on my hand isn’t going to work anymore.” My jaw pops as I grind my teeth and I swear to god she’s doing this to torture me.

“Where would you like to put it?” I feel her foot on the back of my thigh as she trails it up and pulls me closer.

“You’re trying to get me to break my control.” Some of it snaps as I grab her hips and pull her to me, grinding against her. “I don’t like it.”

I feel the edge of her fingertips skim along the waist of my sweats until she makes contact with the head of my cock. I hiss through my teeth as she teases me there, swirling circles around it. This time she smiles as she tugs it down and I don’t stop her.

“Yes, you do,” she whispers and we both know she’s right.

One quick thrust and I could be balls deep inside her. I fought with my need all night, and goddamn it, I’m weak. I want her to be the one to beg for it, not the other way around. I want to fuck her when she admits that she’s in love with me, and not a second before. But my wants and needs are at war and right now I don’t know which one will win.

As if she knows what I’m doing, she grips my length and squeezes it. I groan as a fat pearl of cum leaks out of the tip and falls onto her pussy lips. She does it again and I grunt, thrusting into her palm, unable to stop my body's reaction.

“No,” I groan, thrusting forward once more, only this time I make contact with her wet heat.

“Are you going to deny me?” She pretends to pout as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m achy.”

“Fuck!” I roar, taking a step back, and her hand falls away from my dick. I heave in a breath of fresh air, one that’s not filled with her scent as I turn away from her and tuck my cock back into my sweats.

“Fine, have it your way.” Her voice is so light and sing-song like she wasn’t about to bring me to my knees. “Mmm, this bacon is so good. Nice and thick.”

I hear her chewing, so I close my eyes tightly and take another deep, cleansing breath. When I have myself as under control as I can possibly be right now, I walk away from her and over to where I have all the food laid out.

“You won’t come sit beside me?” She sits up straight and her pink-tipped breasts sway a little with the motion.

“Not until you’ve finished your food.” I have to look away because the thought of tracing the curve