Devour Me: An Alpha Beds a Virgin Dirty Chef Romance Page 5

  “I need you.” I fumble with the button of his shirt until my hands touch the heat of his skin. I pull and tug until it slips from his arms to the floor. The prickly hairs of his chest rub against my skin starting a tingle that swirls like a cyclone in my stomach.

  He moves up and kisses me, but his hands never leave my soft mounds, squeezing, and caressing until the heat in my nipples moves down like a crack of lighting to my sex and explodes. “Oh Lord,” I cry out as a flood of warmth wraps around me. I’ve come from self -stimulation but never by the hands of another.

  “Amazing.” He pulls away as I lay panting on the sofa trying to put the fragmented pieces back together. “Did you just come?”

  I try to sink into the soft cushions of the couch. My hands fly to my face trying to cover my embarrassment. “I’m sorry. It was too much.”

  He pulls my hands away. “You’re sorry? Why would you be sorry? That was the sexiest thing I’ve seen.” He smiles proudly while tracing the outline of my sensitive nipple. He watches it pucker into a hardened mass again. “If I can make you cum from sucking your nipples, you’re in for a real treat because I have an oral fixation that will rival any man.”

  I watch as he traces his hand down my belly. His fingers pluck at the button and zipper until my pink panties show through an open triangle of denim.

  “Are you ready?”

  I bite my lip and hold my breath. “I’ve never—.”

  He tugs on my pants until they slip from my hips. “But you will, over and over again. Tell me it’s okay.”

  I lift my hips and kick off my jeans. “It’s okay,” I say softly.

  He stands back and stares at my pulsing sex like he’s won the grand prize. Then he slides to his knees on the floor and spreads my legs. I flop my forearm over my eyes, embarrassed to watch him watch me.

  “Uncover your eyes, Maddy. I want you to witness what I’m going to do to your magnificent body.” He spreads my legs, and I swear the silvery blue of his eyes darken to a stormy color. “You’re soaking wet for me.”

  I remember what he wrote on page sixty-nine. It’s not how you fold the cream. It’s the cream in the folds. He pushes his tongue deep inside me, and my eyes fall back into my head. How many times have I wondered what this would feel like? How many books have I read that described the pure carnal pleasure of a man’s mouth on a woman’s sex? Nothing I imagined compares to the real thing.

  My hands tunnel through his dark curls while his tongue explores my sex with the same attention it did my mouth. Stroke by stroke he unravels me until my thighs shake and my hips buck against his mouth. I’m reaching again. I want the fire to sear me. I want to explode in flames beneath this man.

  “I’m so close.”

  “Fuck, sweetheart. I love it.” He plunges his tongue inside me, and growls.

  The vibration has me teetering over the edge, and when his lips slide up and pull my clit in for a long, deep suck, I fall hard. He never lets up. He doesn’t allow a soft cascading descent. He plucks and pulls at my sex until I crash and burn in a flaming mass beneath him.

  By the time he releases me, I’m in tears. Not from pain, but from the knowledge that this man has given me a gift. And girls like me don’t get gifts like him.

  Nine

  Ripley

  I savor the taste of her on my lips. It’s not enough. I could climb inside her warmth and live forever. She lies before me with tears glistening in her eyes, and I want to cry too. I’ve never been gripped so hard in my life. Not by my dick, but by my heart. She’s pure, and sexy, and she’s mine, and I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

  I pull at the button of my jeans, then move on to the zipper. She watches as it descends tooth by tooth. I let my pants drop and notice a glimmer flicker in her eyes. She stares at my cock straining in my boxers. Her green eyes darken to jade. I push my hand inside and stroke it with long, soft pulls until it’s fully engorged.

  “I’ve fantasized about this moment.”

  Pulling my length free, I shove by boxers to the floor and climb between her legs. “Me too.”

  She pushes up and runs her fingertips over my straining erection. She’s tentative at first, but her hand grips my girth, and she strokes me gently until a bead glistens from the tip. She dabs her finger across it and brings it to her mouth. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.

  When my saltiness hits her tongue, she moans a soft sigh of pleasure, and I almost cum on her stomach. “You’re killing me. I need to be in you.”

  It feels right. Everything about this feels right. “Birth control?” I don’t want anything between us, but I want her comfortable with her choices.

  She shakes her head no, and I say a silent prayer to the sex gods. She doesn’t want me to use a condom. Hallelujah.

  I don’t hold back. I push her against the sofa and climb between her soft, milky-white thighs. I’m ready to cum, but don’t want to embarrass myself, so I reach down and pinch the head of my dick—hard, hoping the pain will push back my release. I do it again and again until I feel like I have some control.

  She grips at my hips and pulls me toward her opening.

  “Are you ready?” I ask.

  She nods, then closes her eyes and bites her lip as if she’s expecting pain. I’m big, but I’ve never sent a girl home in tears.

  I line up to her hot center. She’s slick from my mouth and her arousal. I push in an inch and hold my breath. “You’re so fucking tight.” My balls tighten, and I lose control. I can’t wait another minute, so I drive it home and she screams. It feels right, so fucking right, and also wrong, so, so, wrong.

  “Holy shit. Tell me you’re not virgin.” My mind tells me to stop, but my hips plunge forward again and again. Her tight pussy milks me until I’m ready to blow. I pull on every reserve of strength I have and hold still. My arms shake. My dick pulses while her soft folds tighten and relax around me. “Maddy.”

  Her tense body unwinds as she becomes accustomed to my size. “I’m sorry. I thought you knew. I said I never…”

  I pepper her with kisses. “I thought you meant it never felt like that, not that you never…” I begin to move again, and this time I’m rewarded with little moans of pleasure. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make it better.”

  “I don’t believe it can be better than that. It was perfect.” She clenches her inner muscles.

  I’m lost in the sensation. I want to drive into her and make her scream my name, but I’ve already taken her too hard.

  She wraps her arms around me, the warmth of her chest against mine. “I’m okay now. Don’t hold back.”

  I begin to move inside her heat. Her eyes fall back like she’s on drugs. Each stroke pulls a beautiful melody from her mouth, and yet, as I drive myself inside her, every muscle, bone, and nerve strive to wipe the memory of the pain I caused her away.

  “More,” she whimpers as her heels grip my ass.

  I ought to be gentle, and I do hold back even though my lust drives me hungrily inside her tight pussy. Her moans increase, and her pale body rocks with each thrust. Soft breasts bounce against my chest as she cradles me between her thighs. Her voice rises and falls as she clutches at my back. Our eyes connect. “You’re mine,” I growl out, and I mean it. I’m her first, and I’ll be her last.

  I drive into her until she screams again, but this time it’s not in pain. It’s the sweetest sound of pleasure. I still and pour myself into her, pulse by pulse, until not an ounce of energy is left to hold me up.

  My face is at her neck while her hands dance across my back. “That was amazing, Maddy.”

  “It was perfect.”

  “You’re perfect and you're mine.”

  “Yes, I’m yours for five more days.”

  Her words slice through my chest. Each one like a jagged sword to my soul. I don’t want ruin the moment by pointing out her lie so instead, I press my lips to her mouth and go about changing her mind with a kiss.

/>   “Stay here.” I reluctantly rise from her body. The evidence of her first time is smeared on her thighs. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. I’ve never been anyone’s first anything.

  I rush to the kitchen and dampen a towel. When I return, I clean her up and pull her into my arms. “Why me?” I repeat the words she’d asked me earlier.

  She lays her head against my chest, her dark hair cascades over my body. “Because you’re perfect.”

  “Stay with me tonight.” I lift her and take her down the hallway to my room. It isn’t a request as much as a statement. I kick open the door to the bathroom and set her on the counter while I start the tub. I rode her hard, and she’s just a beginner. She never complained, but I know she has to feel me in every cell of her body.

  I squeeze my shampoo under the spigot and watch the bubbles build and expand. “Are you sore?” I feel like a total ass, and a total stud at the same time. I glance back at her sitting on my white marble countertop. Her ass is spread on the stone between two sinks, and my dick twitches to life again.

  She stretches and then hops off the counter. Her inner thighs glisten. Her eyes shoot between her legs where a rope of my cum rolls down her skin.

  She swipes at it and brings it to her face. “I thought you wore a condom?” She stares at the creamy wetness on her palm.

  “No, I asked if you wanted me to use birth control and you said no.”

  She marches into the bathroom and grabs a wad of tissue. “I didn’t say no. You asked if I was on birth control and I indicated I wasn’t. Shit, Ripley, what if I’m pregnant?” She wipes my love from her thighs and tosses it away. “You stalled, and I thought you were taking care of it.”

  My seed could be implanted in her now. My child could fill her belly, and I want to stand up and pound my chest in celebration. Maddy, on the other hand, collapses to the floor in a heap. Her head falls forward, and she curls up in a ball.

  “Baby, I’ll take care of you.” She pulls herself up and wipes the tears from her eyes.

  “Like you just did? What about tonight was you taking care of me?”

  “I’ll do better, I promise.” The words barely make it past the lump in my throat. I’ve totally fucked this up.

  “I have to go.” She looks at the bubbles and at the door.

  “Not yet. Stay. Take a bath. Relax. Drink a glass of wine. Don’t run from me. Don’t abandon me. Please.” I never beg for anything, but I do tonight.

  I turn my back for a second to shut off the water, and when I turn around, she’s gone. I race to the living room and find her on her phone. She tosses it to the couch and pulls on her pants.

  “Don’t leave.” I pick up my jeans and hop to her while I pull them on.

  “I have to. I have to think about what just happened.”

  “Something wonderful happened.” It was too soon to tell her I love her, but I do. I feel it in every cell of my body, and if she walks out the door, I’ll be less.

  Bent over, she ties the laces to her boots. “Ripley. I need a minute. So much has changed. I need to process everything I’m feeling.”

  “Take a minute. Take ten minutes. Take an hour, just do it here.” I’m on my knees. A place I’ve never been with a woman and not had her pussy in my face.

  “I can’t think around you. You… you… you distract me. You turn my brain to mush. I make bad decisions. Decisions that can affect the rest of my life.”

  I’m frustrated and before I lose my temper or worse—lose myself—I rise from the floor and walk away from her. “Fine. Go.”

  I grab her jacket and put it over her shoulders. “Before you go, you need to understand one thing. I’m the best fucking decision you’ll ever make.”

  Car lights shine through the glass of the front door, and I know I have but one moment before she’s gone. I pull her into my arms, and I kiss her like my life depends on it.

  Ten

  Maddy

  I cry all the way back to the hotel. How did everything go from perfect to problematic? I met the perfect man. He makes me feel like I have value. He kisses me like I’m the last woman on the planet. And although the initial penetration was shocking, everything else that followed was amazing. I’m conflicted. I’m upset and yet, I already miss him so much that I want to tell the driver to go back, but I know I can’t. I need to think.

  I tip the driver and walk back to my room. Once there, I run a bath. It’s not as charming or appealing as the bath Ripley ran for me, but it will do. I pull down my underwear and run my fingers through the wetness. It’s him and me mixed together. In any other situation it might seem okay, but I’ve only known him two days. I gave him everything. He says he’ll take care of me. What does that mean?

  My hands come to my stomach. Could a child be growing inside me? Chances are slim to none. This is why I need to be by myself. I need clarity. I look up the odds. All I find is the confirmation that any time a sperm and an egg meet, it’s possible. The only thing that gives me comfort is that I recently ended my cycle, which lessens my chance of fertility.

  I pick up my phone and climb into the hot water. There are no bubbles. I lean back and slide into the water up to my chin. Who is Ripley Stark and why does he affect me so?

  My tight, tender muscles relax and my tears stop falling. My phone vibrates and skitters across the bathtub ledge.

  One glance tells me it’s Ripley.

  Are you okay?

  Was I? No, I was out of my element. I fell for a man in forty-eight hours. I gave him everything I held back for years. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was being in Vail with a sexy man. I could give it every excuse in the world from aliens to mental illness, but I know in my heart I’d do it again. Only next time, I’d bring a condom.

  I’m sorry I left you. It wasn't to hurt you. I’m conflicted. I’m confused.

  I toe the drain plug open and watch the water swirl away. I don’t want a rapid exit for Ripley and I—

  if there is a Ripley and I. This could be his game. One night of amazing sex, and that’s it. I set my phone down and pull my body from the tub.

  I ache in all the right places and the wrong places too. My heart feels heavy. The terrycloth robe wraps comfortably around my body and my phone buzzes again.

  Let me in. I need to know you’re okay.

  I read his message over and over again. Let me in… I race to the door and look through the peephole. He is there, leaning against the wall across from my door. His hair is a mess, like his hand has run through it a thousand times. His shirt is buttoned wrong. He’s a mess.

  As soon as I touch the lock, he lurches forward. “Sweetheart, let me in. Please.”

  I unlock and unchain the door and peek through the gap. “What are you doing?”

  “I need to make sure you’re okay.”

  I’m stunned by his concern. This man who last week had a swimsuit model on his arm cares about me.

  I push open the door and he walks in. The look on his face is pure relief. He pulls me to him and kicks the door shut behind him.

  “I’m sorry, Maddy. I don’t know if I heard what I heard, or I heard what I wanted to hear. All I know is tonight was one of the highlights in my life. It surpasses everything.”

  I wrap my hands around his waist and lay my head on his chest. “You’re crazy.”

  “Yes, I’m crazy. For you.” He walks farther into the room and sits in the overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace. I’m given no choice but to sit on his lap.

  “I’m sorry.” I unbutton his shirt and he raises his brows. “It’s buttoned all wrong.” Once his shirt is open, I spread my hands across his chest. I love the way his hair is soft and rough at the same time. “I replayed your words in my head. Every one of them was exactly as you said. We were in two separate head spaces and interpreted them differently.”

  He leans forward and flicks the switch to the fireplace on and then pulls me against his chest. His hand slips into my robe. It’s not a seductive touch. It’s a touch of affect
ion. Splayed against my stomach, he rests his palm and sighs.

  “I won’t be unhappy if you’re pregnant.”

  I shift forward, but he holds me to him. “How can you say that?”

  “It’s easy. There have been a handful of things I’m sure about in my life. I knew I was made to be a chef. I knew when my mom walked out on us, I’d never see her again. I knew when I saw you falling down the escalator you were mine.”

  “You knew?” Everything in my body melts, starting with my heart. “I’ve never been sure about anything. And when I thought I was sure, it always went to hell.”

  “What does your gut tell you about me?”

  I stare into the flames. “It tells me to run fast in the other direction.”

  “That’s perfect.”

  “It is? Why?”

  “Because when you go with your gut it’s always wrong, and if your gut is telling you to cut and run, then you should stay.” He smiles, looking pleased with himself.

  “I should stick around and see what you have to offer?”

  “Baby, I showed you everything I have to offer. If you say it’s not enough, I may turn you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass.”

  “You’re obsessed with my ass.”

  He puts his hand under my knees and picks me up. “You have no idea how much I love that ass.” Ten steps back he tosses me on the bed belly down. Then he pulls the robe up and exposes my ass. “Am I forgiven?” He climbs on the bed and bites my ass. Not hard, just hard enough to get my attention.

  “Did you bite me?”

  “Did you like it?” He lies on his side and rubs his palm over the sting. “Answer me, Maddy. I don’t want any more miscommunications.”

  “Yes. I like it.”

  “Good, because this ass is mine too. I want to be your first everything.” He looks like he’s going to say more, but he just smiles at me for a second, and I can feel a shift in the air. “But not right now. Right now, I think we should spend some time taking care of our other basic needs.” He slides up to the headboard and picks up the phone.