64

Joey
When I wake in the morning, the bed’s empty, the sound of pots and pans clang in the kitchen. I pad out to say good morning and stop, my breath catching in my throat. Sophie stands stark naked, flipping pancakes at the stove with her back to me, humming to herself. My cock salutes her efforts, and I move silently forward, wanting to watch her unobserved.
I hop up to sit on the counter and enjoy the view.
She turns and smiles. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, bella. You can make me breakfast looking like that any time.”
“Does that mean you’ll actually stay and eat the morning meal?”
I flick my brows. “Oh yeah.”
She slides a pancake off the spatula onto the heaping stack and turns off the stove. Walking to where I sit on the counter, she leans close to me. “I feel…” she presses herself even closer. “I feel like I need to be close to you.”
I slide from the counter and wrap my arms around her. “Is this close enough?”
She makes a soft purring noise. “Not quite.”
I turn her to face the center island, hooking my forearm under one of her knees.
“Don’t move.” I free my erection.
She rests on her elbows, her breasts swinging over the counter. I reach around and cup one, rolling her nipple between my fingers as I slide easily into her honeyed slit. She pushes back at me, eager for what I have to give her.
I steady her for my onslaught. I push in and out, losing myself in seeking my own pleasure, savoring the sensation of her tight channel, the impact of my balls against her ass, the sound of her little groans and sighs. With effort, I hold myself back enough to think about pleasing my woman. Pulling out, I turn her around and lift her up on the counter, parting her thighs and lowering my head to her sweet pussy.
“Ohhhh,” Sophie moans, leaning back on her forearms, her head falling back. My tongue and thumb work in tandem on her clit, teasing and coaxing her to louder and louder moans. I know when her thighs start to tighten around my shoulders that she’s close.
“Not yet, baby. Almost,” I murmur. I straighten my legs to their full height and enter her, cupping her ass to hold her in place as I pound into her. I lose myself again in her damp heat, the feel of her trimmed pubic hair providing the additional sensation that would be missing with a girl who goes completely bare.
“You are unbelievably hot,” I pant, watching the way her breasts fall to the outside, her hair spills onto the counter. She grips my forearms, fingers digging into my skin, her mouth open in ecstasy.
“Now, Sophie. Come for me,” I command, and she instantly bucks, as if waiting for my permission. I climax too, burying myself to the hilt inside her as I spend. When her spasms quiet, she sits up and throws her arms around my neck, sliding off the counter and straddling me like a koala.
Sophie
“Do I still get pancakes?” Joey asks.
“Yeah. I’ll just get dressed.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” he says with authority that makes my toes curl. It’s funny how I can love his alpha male personality when it comes to sex and find it too much when it comes to dating.
I laugh and run for the bedroom, knowing he’ll chase. He catches me just as I try to shut the bedroom door, and he picks me up and tosses me on the bed, falling on top of me and pinioning my wrists over my head.
“That was very naughty, bella,” he purrs. “And you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
I writhe under his grip, laughing. In one motion, he flips me to my belly, still grasping my wrists with one hand as his other cracks down on my ass.
“Who wields the paddle around here?” He gives my ass another slap.
“You do!”
“So, if I say you’re eating breakfast in your birthday suit, what should you do?”
“Tell you to go to hell?” I giggle, unable to stop myself.
“Cute. You are lucky you’re so damn cute.” He starts spanking me fast and hard, and I twist and buck to get away from his hand. “I’m just kidding!” I laugh. “Please. I’ll be good.”
He rolls me to my back and pinches one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging until I gasp. “You’d better be. My word is law around here, and you’d better follow, or there will be consequences. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now go get my breakfast, just the way you are.” He winks, and everything inside me turns gooey and warm.
“How about a T-shirt?”
He lightly slaps my breast, making me gasp in surprise.
“All right, all right,” I pout, so turned on I’m ready for round two. If only I’d known about this side of myself earlier.
It’s literally like the “on” button for me with sex. Everything without dominanceall my past experiences with other menseem meh in comparison.
Joey lets me up, and I trot back to the kitchen and re-warm the pancakes, slathering them with butter and heated maple syrup. “Chocolate chip pancakes.” I slide them in front of where he sits at the table.
“Mmm. Wait-” He reaches out and molds his hand to one of my butt cheeks, caressing it. “Did I say you could walk away? What if I need something?”
A trickle of moisture dribbles down my leg. “I was going to make you coffee,” I say in a shaky voice.
He massages and squeezes my ass. “Did I ask for coffee?”
“No, sir,” I’m absolutely light-headed with arousal.
“You may get me coffee,” he announces loftily. “And bring a wooden spoon, while you’re at it.”
My belly tightens with anxiety, even as my heart races with excitement. I brew him a latte and serve it along with the wooden spoon, this time standing beside him, waiting to be dismissed. He ignores me for a few moments, eating his pancakes then scoots his chair back. “I’d like that bare ass over my lap now. ”
I suck in my breath and obey, grasping the rungs of his chair, my hair falling down around my head like a curtain. Nothing happens for a long time, and I realize he’s sipping his coffee, making me wait in the humbling position. I imagine his view where he sits at the table, my bare ass presented to him. Oh sweet Jesus. The heat between my legs makes me squeeze my thighs together to alleviate it.
The spoon pops down on one buttock, and I jump, squeezing my cheeks together, as if that might somehow protect them.
The spanks stop, and his hand trails slow circles around my ass. “I could definitely get used to this,” he says softly.
“What?”
“Spanking you for breakfast.”
Joey
I lift Sophie to stand and pull her on my lap. Her nipples jut out in sharp points, her cheeks flushed with color and her body trembling. I lean forward and take a bite of pancake, as if I always eat breakfast with a naked, turned-on woman sitting in my lap, dampening my pants with her desire. I chew slowly, then reach for another bite. Only then do I acknowledge Sophie, offering her the forkful of fluffy goodness. She eats hungrily, rocking her pelvis on my thigh as if being fed winds her up even further.
My dick is harder than stone, making it torturously difficult to get through feeding her without breaking my bossman character and going to town on the breast begging to be pleasured by my tongue. It’s all over, though, when a drip of syrup lands on her sternum. I spin her to face me and lick a line from one nipple to the other, nipping at the endpoint with my teeth.
She gasps and arches into me. I pull out my wallet to search for another condom, groaning when I find it empty. “Do you have any condoms, Soph?” I murmur against the smooth skin of her neck.
She sags. “No, I’m sorry.”
One part of me is glad she doesn’t keep condoms, as if it’s proof I’m the only guy she does this sort of thing with, the other part curses silently.
She backs off my legs and lowers to her knees, holding my gaze.
Oh, God. Hell, yeah. She gives the best blowjobs in the country.
She unbuttons my pants and frees my length, teasing me with a few soft kisses before swirling her tongue around the head. My phone buzzes, and I yank it out of my pocket to turn it off, then change my mind. The objectification angle seems to be working pretty well.
“Hey, Al,” I answer.
Sophie pulls off my cock, irritation plain.
I hide my smirk, pulling a frown, instead. Muting the phone, I growl, “Did I say you could stop?”
She catches on and immediately turns the tables, opening her mouth wide and taking me so deeply that the head of my cock touches the back of her throat. I struggle to choke back the groan that rises, thrusting my hips forward and nearly convulsing on the chair.
“Sammy’s not answering his phone. He’s becoming a huge fucking problem.”
“I’ll call him,” I manage to say.
I barely hear my brother’s answer as Sophie deep-throats my cock like a porn star. Unable to take it, I pick up the wooden spoon from the table, lean forward, and pop her lightly a few times on the ass. She pulls her mouth off and covers her ass with her hands, sitting back on her haunches with a wide, satisfied grin. I shake the spoon at her as I realize my brother’s waiting for me to answer.
“What’s that?”
“Carmen invited Sophie to Angela’s baby shower, but she hasn’t heard back.”
I mute the phone again and haul Sophie up to stand between my legs, giving her five rapid-fire strokes with the spoon. She gasps and bites her lips to keep from making any sound. Patting her reddened cheeks with the spoon, I say, “Carmen wants to know if you’re coming to Angela’s baby’s shower.”
“Um, yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there.” She drops out of her glassy-eyed submission, and I wish to hell I hadn’t broken the spell.
“She’ll be there.” I end the call with my brother and wag the spoon at her. “On your knees, little girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I don’t know if sir really fits me,” I muse, rocking my hips forward when she grasps the base of my cock.
“How about ‘master’? No, no, I’ve got it-Bossman.”
I grin. “Bossman works-oh, God. You are so good at that.”
I see the stretch of a smile on the lips gliding over my cock before I close my eyes to sink into her ministrations.