Page 65 of Merry Little Sugar Rush
“Hold still,” he instructs, mischief dancing in those brown orbs.
I remain in place while he brushes frosting across my throat and lips. Then, his mouth descends, first cleaning my throat of all sweetness before he moves to my lips. I instantly open my mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The frosting makes a huge mess on our faces, but neither of us seems to care.
He reaches for my sweater and lifts, tossing it onto the floor beside us. My bra goes next, and while I stand against the door, panting and pulling sweet oxygen into my lungs, he grabs more of the frosting from the bowl. It’s cold as he glides his finger across each nipple, a devious smirk on his lips. “Dessert,” he confirms before bending down and licking the treat off my body.
I arch my back, pressing my chest to his face as he continues to lick and suck. My fingers slide into his hair, gripping the strands and holding him in place. Pleasure courses through my veins, soaking my panties. A hum starts in my limbs and lands firmly between my legs.
Burk glances up without removing his mouth from my flesh. “Delicious.”
I look over at the bowl on the counter. “You know, you could share.”
A devilish smirk stretches slowly across his mouth. “What did you have in mind?”
Sliding my hands from his hair down his arms to grip the bottom of his shirt, I start to raise it up and say, “I believe you’re not the only one who would enjoy licking a little frosting.”
The rest of our clothes come off in record time, and before I know it, I’m standing naked in my kitchen staring at an equally naked gorgeous man. He’s looking like he’s ready to devour me from head to toe, with or without the frosting.
Reaching for my hand, he leads me farther into the kitchen and hoists me onto the counter. My legs wrap around his waist once more, but he shakes his head. “Here.” He lifts one foot up and places it on the counter, spreading me open. His smile says it all.
I’m definitely his dessert.
My eyes are glued to him as he dips his finger inside the bowl and holds it up. He’s meticulous as he brushes it across both nipples and then over my clit. Then, he devours. That’s the only way to describe it. First, he licks the frosting off my nipples before turning his attention between my legs.
Burk flattens his tongue against my clit and slides it from bottom to top, clearing off the icing as he goes. But he doesn’t stop there. In fact, he seems to double down his efforts, licking and sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves. When he shifts, he moves his hand, gliding his index finger through my wetness before pressing it inside my body.
Placing my hands on the counter behind me, I lean back as best I can, resting my head against the upper cabinet and giving him more room to continue. My hips start to roll as he pumps his finger in and out. He adds his middle finger, stretching me in the most glorious way possible. “Burk,” I whisper through a gasp. I feel my body tightening like a coil as my release builds.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs against my flesh before delving deep inside my body. His fingers fuck me as the tips of those talented fingers curl upward, stroking that magical spot deep inside me. “I can tell you want to come, Joy.”
I cry out, my orgasm so very close. “Yes.”
He draws my clit between his lips and sucks hard, sending me flying over the edge. My release stretches on and on as his fingers and mouth draw out every last ounce I possess. When there’s nothing left of me but a bone-deep sense of satedness, I slump back against the counter with my eyes closed and smile.
“I don’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing you like this,” he murmurs.
“Laid out on the counter?” I ask, cracking open my eyes to meet his.
“All naked and glowing after you came hard on my mouth.” His smile is cocky. He’s clearly proud of himself right now. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he draws them into his mouth and sucks. “I’ve never tasted anything sweeter. You’re the ultimate sugar rush.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, and suddenly, all I want to do is return the favor. I need to bring him to his knees—figuratively, of course—just like he so effortlessly does to me.
Carefully, I get up, and when Burk notices I’m climbing off the counter, he’s there to help me. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I reach for his cock. It’s hard and ready, jetting straight out toward me. Licking my lips, I gently stroke him from root to tip as I move the bowl closer to where I stand.
Turnabout is fair play, Mr. Whitman.
Swiping my finger through the frosting, I run it over the head of his cock and down the shaft. I feel him shiver as he watches me, his eyes riveted in place. Dropping to my knees, I wrap my hand around him once more and move forward. I swirl my tongue over the tip, tasting the sweet frosting.
“Fuck,” Burk mumbles.
Gazing up at his wide brown eyes, I slowly draw the length of him into my mouth as far as I can. He physically sucks in a deep breath, and his entire body goes rigid. He holds perfectly still as I gently pick up speed. I alternate between swirling mytongue around the head of his cock and sucking as hard and deep as I can. Burk moves his hands to my hair and wraps one hand around my ponytail. He doesn’t pull or force me to do anything, just holds on.
With my eyes locked on his, I gently start to twist my hand as I work him over. I relax my throat and bob up and down, sucking him deeper into my throat.
A loud groan fills my kitchen as his hand tightens around my hair. It doesn’t hurt. If anything, it throws fuel on an already raging fire. Even though my knees hurt and I’m losing feeling in my arm, I keep my focus on giving him as much pleasure as possible. Reaching down with my other hand, I cup his balls and apply even more suction. The result is exactly what I was hoping for.
Burk thrusts his hips and groans, muttering something about my mouth. “I’m gonna come. If you don’t want it down your pretty throat, back away now.”
I don’t move and keep bobbing my head and massaging his balls. He rocks his hips and grips my hair before stilling completely. I feel the first powerful surge of cum before he starts to move again. He pumps into my mouth until he has nothing left and sags against the counter behind him.
