Page 119 of Delicious (Delicious #1)
Chapter Eight
Adler
T hey said you should never meet your idols because they’ll inevitably disappoint you. I had always wondered if I was lucky enough for my path to cross with Niccolò de Rosa, if he’d be the man of my dreams or a huge asshole. What a delightful surprise to find out he was even warmer and more charming in person than on TV.
Him loving my dinner was better than all my fantasies combined. But nothing topped him being so clearly interested in me. As much as I wanted to have wild swing-from-the-chandelier sex with him, I was enjoying getting to know the real him while we ate. He regaled me with fascinating stories from his long career that captivated and cracked me up in equal measure.
He helped me with the dishes after we finished eating, giving me a tempting glimpse of a life of domesticity with him I hadn’t realized appealed to me. It was one thing for me to want to jump his bones; it was another to have an unrealistic desire to build a real life with him.
I dried my hands before shutting the dishwasher after we loaded it. The last thing I expected was to be pinned against the counter by Niccolò, who looked down at me like he was ready to make me his dessert.
“Thank you for the wonderful dinner,” he murmured before leaning down to give me a soul-searingly good kiss.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him closer as I let him take whatever he wanted from me. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment.
I was breathless when we parted. “I like the way you say, ‘thank you,’” I said with a coy smile, unwilling to let go of him yet.
“Then you’ll really enjoy what I’m about to do to you next, darling,” he promised, making my dick perk up with interest.
“Planning on working up an appetite before dessert?”
“That depends. Will I survive your dessert?” Niccolò asked with a wary expression that I couldn’t blame him for after roasting him alive with scorpion chili on camera.
I couldn’t help but get a little cocky. “The only thing you’ll be in danger of is catching feelings for me.”
He arched one of his eyebrows in silent challenge. “Oh? And why’s that?”
“Because I made a zuppa inglese with Frangelico.”
Niccolò blinked in surprise but didn’t release me. “Why that out of all the possible desserts?”
I told him the truth. “Because I saw the Italian version of Chef’s Dish , where you talked about how it was your favorite thing your nonna made, and I’m a presumptuous little shit who wanted to make something special for you.”
He stared at me for a long moment with an unreadable expression. I feared I had overplayed my hand and was about to apologize when he crashed his lips against mine in a searingly hot kiss. His tongue demanded entrance into my mouth, and I gladly let him do whatever the hell he wanted.
I had been kissed plenty of times, but I had never experienced such an earth-shattering one, where it felt like he was staking a claim on my very soul. He pressed me harder against the counter as he hungrily devoured every moan and whimper he wrung out of me, putting me in actual danger of going three-for-three on coming in my pants without being touched.
“ Who are you? ” Niccolò whispered in Italian between a flurry of kisses.
“ Someone who has wanted to be part of your world for a long time ,” I answered in his native language, which I had become fluent in because of my obsession with him.
Instead of scaring him off, he roughly stripped us both of all our clothes. If he wanted to fuck in my kitchen, I was more than down to live out that fantasy. After all, it was one of my personal favorites.
I gasped when he stroked my erection, which had been dying for his attention since I first learned that masturbation for pleasure was the best thing ever. His touch was masterful, making me weak in the knees as I clung to him shamelessly. “Oh, fuck me,” I whimpered.
“We’re getting there,” he murmured before giving me another heated kiss while jerking me off. “Do you have lube, or are we going to get creative with olive oil?”
Ages ago, I had tried olive oil as lube once before to make a fantasy of Niccolò fucking me in the kitchen more realistic. While it was wonderfully sexy in my imagination, it had been such a sticky mess to clean that it made me resistant to using it again in real life.
Instead, I leaned over to open the nearest drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube to hand to him, making him laugh.
“You’re certainly well prepared for this possibility,” he teased as he flipped the cap to dispense some lube onto his fingers.
I hopped on the counter to give him better access to my ass. “What can I say? I’m an optimistic pervert.”
His slicked fingers teased my hole before he sank one inside me. “It’s surprisingly endearing.”
I leaned back on my arms and spread my legs wider to encourage him. “I’ll take surprisingly endearing over creepily off-putting. Now’s also probably a good time to mention I’m on PrEP if you want to get downright filthy with me.”
He growled low in his throat, making me jerk under him as he worked another finger inside me. “The self-proclaimed dessert dom wants creampied?”
“More than anything,” I groaned as I tensed around his fingers at the mere thought. “I’ve only done that with you in my dreams but never in real life with anyone.”
He added another finger as he continued slicking me inside. “Do you want to feel my cum dripping out of you?”
“ Gushing out of me,” I added as I rocked my hips at the thought of the sensation. “Please, I’m good already. I just need you inside me, Chef.”
His reaction to the term was instantaneous. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me bereft without them. Before I could complain or apologize, he had lubed his cock and tugged me to the edge to help guide it into me.
I gasped as it sank deeper into me, his thick girth spreading me open in the most satisfying of ways. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind his back while I looped my arms around his neck to hold on for the ride.
He gave me a moment to adjust before he built up to fucking me in earnest. It was such a huge turn-on that he was strong enough to support me against the counter as he railed me with masterful precision, making me shamelessly shout with pleasure. Bless his extra years of experience he had acquired by being eighteen years older than me.
It was everything I had ever dreamed about and so much more. I clung to him with cries and moans, begging for more. He met every demand with harder and faster thrusts until he was practically pounding my ass like dough. And still, I pleaded for more of him, more of everything.
“Look at you taking my cock like you were made for me,” he murmured, sending a full-body shiver through me at the praise. “Let me hear you, my darling.”
I almost shouted when he shifted angles, hitting that spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, making me tremble in his hold from the overwhelming pleasure flooding through me.
It was so much ecstasy, it almost felt like my heart would give out before I found release. But he relentlessly inflicted the greatest ecstasy on me I had ever known. Using my hooked ankles under his ass, I gained enough leverage to move with increasing urgency as I rocked against him with a fire in my veins that I had never experienced before.
He shifted his stance, allowing him to cup my ass with his hands to help guide my movements. The slight bite of his nails digging into my skin made me gasp his name.
My head tipped back as pleasure racked my body with every rock of our hips. I hadn’t expected him to lean forward and lick up my neck for another taste of me.
“Fucking delicious,” he moaned. “What is it about you that makes me turn into an unleashed beast?”
“Sorry, I don’t have enough brain cells left to figure it out or come up with a smart-ass retort,” I breathlessly apologized, making him laugh. It was a rich sound that made my toes curl as I hugged even closer to him, nearing my end faster than I wanted to.
“Why do I burn for you?” Niccolò continued musing. It was a testament to his vast intelligence that he was still capable of rational thoughts while he was plowing me hard. All I could think was more, faster, deeper, harder, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, fuckity fuck fuck .
When he moved one hand forward to stroke my dick, I exploded all over his fist and my stomach with a sharp cry of his name.
He brought his hand to his mouth and licked some of my cum off it while holding my gaze. “Delicious,” he purred, just before he came inside me.
The sensation of his cum spurting within me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was a deeply intimate moment, considering our animalistic fucking that had led to it. Being filled with his cum made me feel like he had marked me as his, and my god, did I want to be his in every sense of the word.
He pulled out of me, making me groan at the loss. But it allowed me to feel his cum and lube spilling out, which gave me a phantom second orgasm. His release gushing out of me as my muscles clenched was a new kink unlocked.
When he shifted my position to lean against the counter, it freed him to touch the mess he had made. “Debauched is a good look on you, my darling,” he murmured, then pushed more of his cum back into me.
I squirmed as he finger-fucked me, overwhelmed by the feeling of him sliding in the evidence of his pleasure that remained inside me. “It makes me feel like yours,” I whispered without meaning to.
They were terrifying words I hadn’t meant to say, but now that they were out there, I couldn’t take them back. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.