Chapter 16

16

JODI

T he whole next week was an exercise in patience, and I very nearly failed. On more than one occasion, I came back to Derek’s house, packed my bags, and pulled up rideshare options, prepared to leave under the cover of night and never return. But even after booking one of them, I changed my mind each time, and I wasn’t entirely sure why. I had everything ready, I had made the decision to leave, and I had even written a note.

Then the car got there, and when I got the text, I told them I had changed my mind. I sent the driver a ten-dollar tip just for coming out so I didn’t ruin my rider reputation and lay down in the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what was wrong with me.

Every morning when I got up, I opened the laptop and did my daily checks on my family. Using a ghost account, I trolled social media to see what they were up to and happened to find Jack posting about how he was in town for a work thing. My body relaxed as I read his post about visiting a few places in town and that he never mentioned me.

Monday came, and work was surprisingly good. Tips were flowing in, and they all seemed to be averaging much higher than normal, and the tables were turning fast. I felt like I was on top of my game, and every time I went into the kitchen, Derek and I would meet eyes and the smile would flash across my face without me being able to contain it.

He would grin back, and I would feel my knees weaken. I wasn’t used to that and certainly didn’t want to give it any thought. But every time I went back out onto the floor, I felt my face flush and a giggle stick in my throat.

As usual, when the shift was over, I headed to the kitchen to help him clean up. It had become routine, since he was usually the last to leave, that I would help him clean up the kitchen. Mondays were the day they flooded the entire floor with soapy water and mopped up, and I had no problem getting a little wet doing that. While Derek worked on cleaning the prep table, I mopped and dried the area around him.

Suddenly, I felt wetness hitting me, and I turned to see Derek spraying me with the hose. I stood, shocked for a moment, before I reached down and picked up a handful of bubbles and tossed them at him. They hit his chef’s jacket, and he looked down, and for a moment, I was worried he was actually angry. But the smile on his face as he began to chase me around the kitchen was infectious, and I laughed as I ran away from him.

I found myself back at the prep table with nowhere to go, and I spun around to see him suddenly hovering over me, laughter bubbling from his chest. Without warning, I slipped and found myself pinned between him and the table, my hands holding me up behind my back and my eyes staring deeply into his. Time froze.

Reaching up on my tiptoes, I kissed him.

The surprise on his face was probably similar to the surprise on my own. The desire to kiss him had washed over me so hard and so fast that I had no ability to stop myself. My lips pressed into his hard, and then I pulled myself back, my eyes darting between his to gauge his reaction. In that moment, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything in my entire life. His body hovered over mine, and the smell of his cologne erased everything else.

He lunged down into me, and our lips pressed into each other again, this time harder, more desperate. His tongue parted my lips and slipped inside to twist and tie with mine. I inhaled the taste of him, my knees buckling as he picked me up and sat me on the prep table. I felt my fingers reach out to unbutton his chef’s jacket before I even realized I was doing it.

We groaned and moaned together as my body began to rock into him, arching my chest to press into his while I yanked the jacket off his shoulders, and it pooled on the floor. His fingers reached for my shirt, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger and yanking it up so it untucked from my pants. As soon as it was loose, he pulled it up, and I raised my arms up to help him get it off me. Our lips left each other as the shirt passed my face.

Instantly, he dove to my chest, his tongue sliding between my breasts and rising up my neck. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, and it fell away, leaving me exposed. He took one nipple into his mouth, and his tongue swirled over it while I pulled my shoulders together, pressing my breasts close and into his face. I moaned at the sensation of his warm tongue flicking my nipple and then suckling.

I reached over his back as he bent toward me and pulled on his T-shirt, yanking it up and off him. He left my breast to get it off and then dove hungrily onto the other, his hand grasping the wet nipple on the other side. He squeezed and kneaded me, and I leaned back into the wall, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips.

Suddenly, his lips moved down my stomach, and I felt myself unable to catch a breath as he reached the button of my jeans. Fingers moved quickly to unzip them, and I arched my hips to help him pull them down and off me. My pink cotton panties were the only thing still on me, and I expected him to pull them off too, but instead he knelt down, and I was barely able to catch a breath before he pulled them aside and his tongue swept through my core.

“Oh God,” I cried as he swirled my clit and one finger pressed into my opening. I let one leg fall onto his shoulder as he grumbled and moaned below me. A thick, powerful finger spread my lips and entered me, and I cried out again while his tongue circled my clit.

Like he knew my body already, he brought me intense pleasure with his mouth and touch. I felt my control floating away, as if I had it to begin with. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other bracing myself on the prep table while he licked me, his finger fucking me and brushing against the upper wall of my pussy.

I came hard. It was intense and powerful, and it shook me to my core. So much pent-up anxiety, nerves, and walled-off desire came bursting through me as I collapsed sideways on the table, smacking my hand on the brick wall as I shouted out my pleasure.

Derek lifted his head for a moment, and I pulled on him to raise up my body, back to my lips. They crushed together, and I could taste the wetness on his upper lip, the carnal desire of my body making his hardened muscles flex and my stomach quiver. My hands roamed down his chest, relishing every ridge where the muscles rippled the skin and then down to his pants.

His loose chef’s pants provided little resistance as I pulled down on the waistband. My fingers reached for and found an incredibly large, impressively stiff cock and stroked it as I pulled it up and out into the open air. He groaned into my mouth at my touch on his manhood, and I pushed myself back upright so I could lean my ass off the table and my back against the wall.

“Fuck me,” I whispered into his lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Please, fuck me.”

My words seemed to embolden him, and he stood up straight. The bright lights of the kitchen seemed to reflect off every muscle, and I caught my first sight of his cock. It was huge and throbbing, and he brushed it through my folds once, wetting it with the juices gathered there. For a moment I worried I wouldn’t be able to take it, that he would split me in two, and then he was inside me.

My eyes clenched shut as I cried out, fingers digging into his skin. He wasn’t even fully inside, and he was already stretching me. I was so wet I was dripping, and my thighs were soaked, but he held himself steady as I throbbed around him, making room for him before he plunged further.

Our lips tangled again as my eyes rolled back in my head. I went limp in his embrace as he rocked back and then drove deeply into me again, until he was nearly fully buried in my pussy. I lolled in his hands, and his lips caressed the skin on my neck. He rocked back again and then buried himself so deeply our hips touched, and I felt myself not just blurring the line between pain and pleasure but setting it on fire and dancing in the flames.

My toes were curled as he pounded into me relentlessly. Wave after wave of climax rolled over me without end, to the point where I thought I must be losing my mind. Never had I felt such intense pleasure before. Surely, it wasn’t real.

Then, after minutes of his pounding, he yanked on me and picked me up, carrying me to a wall and pressing me against it. My ass hung in the air, supported by his strong, thick hands. I let my legs loose, and he positioned them so my heels rested on his shoulders and my back against the wall. His hands moved to my hips, holding me aloft as he continued to ram deep into me.

Sweat rolled down our bodies as time slipped by. I had no concept of it passing, but as my body grew exhausted, I crumpled to the ground in front of him, eager for more. He reached to pull me up, but I wrapped my hand around his cock and took him into my mouth before he could. He groaned heavily above me as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting the mixture of our fluids together and pushing his cock deep into my throat.

I stroked him and sucked him until I gained strength in my legs again and stood, letting my tongue trail through his stomach muscles while I stroked him. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, bending me over the prep table and pressing my body into it with one hand in the center of my back.

I spread my legs to open for him, and he thrust into me, spreading me and satisfying me with his control, his masculinity. I submitted to him at that moment, letting my eyes roll back. My hair was a sweaty mass, and he gathered it up with his hand and pulled on it as he fucked me hard and fast. I cried out with each thrust, and his other hand reached around to swirl a pad of a finger over my clit.

His body was tensing, and his thrusts were more frantic, more intense. I knew he was close. I let my body relax into the pounding, and I felt myself seemingly transcend into another state, one of pure pleasure and erotic desire. I wanted his release to come with my own, and I arched back into him, enjoying the way my ass cheeks rippled each time he slammed into me.

I grit my teeth as I felt the climax coming. Adrenaline poured through me, needing that one last release, both from him and myself. I looked back over my shoulder into his darkened eyes and grinned.

“Come with me,” I cried. “Come with me, now.”

His voice rose in a mighty roar, and mine rose with it. Suddenly, he went stock-still, and my body shook as we came together. His cock unloaded into me, and I collapsed into the table, my pussy throbbing and pulling him into me. Rivulets of his essence slid down my thigh as he shook and emptied himself completely. Finally, he collapsed over me, and I turned my head to kiss him as we both tried to catch our breath.