Page 6 of He Likes it Spicy

THOR

We take breakfast on the back patio overlooking the fields that have been deep-fried by the summer sun. A breeze blows through my land, making it all wave for Sam. It’s a perfect morning for my perfect guest.

She devours my breakfast like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“Don’t they feed you?” I ask with a smile. “The circus?”

“Oh, yeah,” she snorts, inhaling her last piece of bacon. “But nothing like this. Usually massive subs, pizza, or crappy catering. Seriously, how did you get the eggs to taste like that?”

“Chef’s secret… plus arugula and lots of butter.” Finally, I take the lid off a small ceramic bowl sitting between us. “Now, I know you’ve had your fill of chili…”

“Oh, please, no more.”

“But this is my chili,” I insist. “Champion chili. This stuff got me a small distribution deal. Tiny, really. I’m only a few local markets. Still, it’s good. ”

“Fine.”

Sam groans, leans over, sticks her finger in the chili, and licks it clean.

Her eyes light up.

“That’s not chili…”

“It is,” I say, smiling wide. “Mine.”

“Whoa, it’s spicy. But, like, a good spice, you know? That flavor… I’ve never tasted anything like it. Not as tomatoey or meatloafy as other chilis.”

“I stole a few ideas from my mother. She was a great cook. Overripe cloudberries make it creamy. They help balance the spice from the serrano peppers, and with the right spices and some brown sugar—“

“What’s a cloudberry?”

I laugh. “Something Finish people eat.”

“Well, sir, you’ve converted me. To your style of chili.”

She dips a spoon in and takes a few more mouthfuls, smiling after each bite. Once she’s had her fill, she sits back and sighs pleasantly, staring out over the field.

I can’t look at anything but her.

This view, my home, I know how extraordinary it is. I worked hard to get it, and I never grow tired of how the morning sun drips over the land.

Sam outshines the sun.

She sighs and sips her coffee, lips gracing the mug, making me envious of the ceramic that gets to feel her. She’s let her feet slip out of her sandals, toes curling against the breeze, long legs riding up into thighs so full that her shorts stretch at the seams.

“Like what you see?”

I blink, caught red-handed undressing her with my eyes. Sam leans back on the wrought iron chair and laughs. “Oh, God. You want it just as bad as I do, huh?”

I can’t help but smile. “Is it obvious?”

“Isn’t it with me?”

“Yes.” I nod. “But I don’t want to be too forward.”

Sam drops the chair onto four legs and sighs. “How about we throw politeness and gentlemanly behavior out the window, just for the weekend?”

She rises, not bothering to slip her sandals back on as she saunters over to me.

I stay seated, staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“Tell me exactly what you’re thinking,” she says, licking her lips. “When you look at me, what do you feel?”

I lean forward and run my hands from her calves up her thighs. I’ve never felt anything so delicate, so smooth and inviting. My fingers dig into the athletic muscles of her legs… dancer’s legs, toned and firm.

“Looking at you, your perfect body…” I hum, gazing up at her, “I feel like I’m still hungry .”

Slowly, I grip the hem of her shorts and tug. They slip down her hourglass hips, curving down until I pause at her mid-thigh.

Sam stares at me, nods quickly, bites her lip, and groans. “I’ve been thinking about this since we met…”

Her shorts fall past her knees. I help her step out of them, lifting her right leg so that she slides her delicate foot between my legs on the chair.

A pair of thin, lacy red panties pop against her pale skin, and I finally lay my eyes on the thin tattoo that runs from her side and down her hip, ending in a curling vine and a rose on her upper thigh.

The ink is light enough that I fear it’ll wipe away when I touch it.

I trace it in its entirety, following the path until my fingers slide under her pretty little panties.

“You are the only thing on my mind, Sam,” I hum, planting my first kiss on her knee. “Last night, you consumed me. I could barely sleep. All night, I played your dance in my mind. I watched you again and again…”

“God, I love the way you talk,” she laughs, shivering as I touch her. “The words you choose. Your accent…”

“My parents immigrated here from Finland.”

“Cloudberries. Right, Thor .” My name on her tongue makes my cock swell. “Last night… when you were thinking of me… did you touch yourself?”

I hum onto her thigh, kneading it greedily, working my lips toward her panties.

“Would that excite you?”

“Everything about you excites me…”

Her toes stretch, brushing the bulge in my jeans.

“I refrained,” I say, pulling her hips toward me. With my nose exploring her panties, taking in her sweet scent, I breathe against the little wet spot in the fabric. “I wanted to wait. To have you. To have this .”

Sam gasps and moans softly as I pull her thin panties aside, revealing perfect, swollen pink lips topped by a mound of smooth dark hair. She’s already soaked, glazed and waiting to be tasted.

I waste no time.

Sam thrusts her hips into me after one lick, letting me bury my lips in her pussy. My nose makes itself a new home in her hair as I devour her and plunge my tongue as deep as I can manage. The taste of her cannot be judged, quantified, or described.

It is simply perfect.

And mine .

“Oh, Thor. Baby…” Sam runs her fingers through my buzz cut, massaging my head. “I knew you’d be fucking good at this.”

The chair rocks back and forth. I can’t stop my hips from moving as I taste her.

Sam rocks with me, making love to my tongue.

The chair nearly tips. We laugh and smile at each other.

“Come here.”

I sweep her into my arms, carrying the acrobat into my living room. She yelps as I toss her onto the sofa, right into the morning light peeking through my wide windows. In that golden spotlight, Sam pulls her sweater off and unhooks her bra, writhing and staring at me, waiting.

I let myself see her, memorizing the details of her full, milky breasts, the flat pink nipples plopped down in her wide areolas. I want to lap them up, swirl my tongue around them until she’s whining for my cock inside of her.

“Don’t tease me,” she begs, watching me undress. “Stop taking your time…”

“I always take my time.”

I whip off my belt and throw it across the room.

Sam’s hips roll on the couch as if my tongue is still inside of her.

Her eyes follow my hands until my jeans are gone and my cock is pointing right at her, pulsing and raging and demanding.

“Thor…” she huffs, mouth agape. “I-I want that.”

I smile and slide onto the couch between her legs. “After I finish my breakfast.”

Sam arches her back as I dive in again.

She tastes even better than before.

I allow myself to unleash, to let loose all the beastly thoughts and drives I can’t control in her presence.

“Thor. Thor…”

I smack her legs into the air, holding them in place with one hand so that her toes are pointing toward the ceiling.

My mouth is drenched, coated with her juices, and I don’t break for even a second.

“Right there,” she coos. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Please.”

Sam’s body is unwinding for me, releasing all the tension and stress she carries with her. Each time her hips buck, I take it as a sign that I’m hitting the right spot. I hold that rhythm. I work my lips against her hard .

She likes it hard.

She likes it rough.

She likes it spicy …

“I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Please! PLEASE!” I grab her tit, kneading her hard nipple as I growl onto her clit and suck every ounce of juice she wants to give me. “THOR!”

This perfect girl unravels, quakes and quivers because of what I’ve done with my tongue. Of all my achievements, all those pictures on the walls, this is the moment I would immortalize above all else.

I ride her down, kissing softly—her pussy lips, her mound, her thighs, her belly—until we’re completely knotted together on the couch, face-to-face, panting like animals.

“You are,” she huffs, face pleasant and glazed with sweat, “a man of many talents…”

“Would you like to sample another of my skills?”

She writhes against me, nodding. “Mhmmm…”

Finally, we kiss.

Our lips seal, opening the path for our tongues to embrace like our naked bodies. My cock is so hard it hurts, pressed up against her tummy, soaking her with precum.

I could stay here all morning, making our first kiss last as long as possible.

When we finally break for air, Sam looks so dazed that she might faint.

“Are you all right?” I ask, wiping the hair from her face.

“Better than all right.” She fans herself. “Sorry, I just got really dizzy. I think my lack of sleep… and what you just did to me… is catching up.”

She glances down at my stiff cock pressed between us.

“God, I want to feel that…” she laughs, sighing deeply and running her fingers up and down my back. “Would you mind if we just lie here for a moment? This is… really nice.”

I can tell she’s overwhelmed—I consider that a compliment.

“Sam, I could cuddle with you all day.”

I guide her head to my chest, letting her use me like a pillow as I stare up at my high ceilings. Funny, the light wooden beams look far more vibrant than they ever have.

Sam hooks her leg over me, pinning my cock down like it’s a wild beast that needs to be contained. She sighs dreamily, tracing my ribs with her finger.

“Just for a bit,” she whispers.

“Of course.”

“Don’t let me fall asleep…”

“I’d never.”

“Seriously,” she yawns, nestles in, and drones, “we’re not done here…”

I smile and run my fingers through her hair. The way her soft breath rolls over my chest lets me know that she’s already out. Poor girl is probably exhausted.

“I know, Sam,” I whisper and kiss her head. “Not by a long shot.”

The monster between my legs is furious that I let Sam sleep. It aches and begs and grows at the sight of her naked and still wet. She doesn’t wake when I get up. For a moment, I just stand here and stare at her, stealing this time when I can gaze unashamed.

I gave her an orgasm with my mouth; it’s fine to look, right?

She’s painted her toenails red since yesterday’s cook-off, a deep shade the color of wine. I get down on my knee, desperate to touch her but keeping my hands to myself. She’s resting on her side, head on her hand, mouth slightly open.

She’s a work of art.

I hurry to the garage, still naked. It doesn’t matter that the doors are wide open: I haven’t got a neighbor who’ll see me on my hill, especially with the poplars lining my driveway.

It takes me a minute of rummaging around before I find the little Polaroid camera.

Someone gave it to me at the cook-off last year as a way to make memories.

It spits a small picture out after you snap a shot.

Old technology, but I guess these things are trendy right now. I only used it a few times.

Back in the living room, I kneel again and frame Sam’s angelic body in the morning light.

She stirs, and I take the picture the moment she settles.

The photo comes out black and slowly develops into a perfect square filled with her form.

The way her side dips and rises into her hip makes my cock jump again—the black vine with little thorns bends and weaves down her thigh.

I set the picture down on my coffee table and leave her be.

For the next couple of hours, I busy myself in the garage. Usually, I’d play music or put something on the TV out here, but I’m careful not to wake her. It’s nice having someone to tip-toe around.

By the time I need to leave for the fair, Sam is still sleeping peacefully. I hope she doesn’t need to be back, but I couldn’t stand to wake her. I make some coffee as quietly as I can, get dressed, and bring a mug over to the couch.

Sam blinks, yawns, and stretches as I sit down. “ Wutthehellhappen ?”

“You never told me you speak Finnish.”

She rubs her eyes and smiles. “All right, funny guy. Where were we?”

“Well, you were about to get on top of me and rock my world…”

“ Mhmmm… ”

“And then you fell asleep for two and a half hours.”

“What!?” She tries to jump up, but I seduce her with the cup of coffee.

“Here,” I laugh. “Enjoy. It’s time for the cook-off, but you stay as long as you like. My home is your home.”

She pouts playfully. “But I want to have sex with you…”

“That has been established. But I have to go, and I’d rather have you well rested.”

“Oh, am I gonna need my energy?”

I lean in, kiss her cheek, and squeeze the curve of her butt so hard that she whimpers. “Yes, Sam. You will need every bit.”

We lock eyes.

I’m so tempted to take her now. Our lips hover inches away from each other, speaking silent promises of everything we’re going to do.

No, it’s better if we wait. I won’t rush through my first time with this angel.

“Ugh. Fine. Leave me ,” she says dramatically. “I’ll just stay here in this big, beautiful house all alone until my boss freaks out and demands that I bring the van back. When can I see you again?”

“When would you like to?”

“As soon as freaking possible.”

I take her hand, kissing it softly. “Then stay here tonight.”

“Sleep here?”

“Yes. Come after your last show. I don’t care how late. I’ll wait for you.”

“There you go talking all sexy-romantic again.” Sam takes a sip of her coffee. “Shit, that’s good. All right, big guy. I’ll stay the night, but only because I owe you.”

“You do?”

“Obviously.”

I grunt as her hand snakes between my legs and takes hold of my shaft through my jeans.

“After what you did…” She runs her tongue over her lip as if she can still taste herself. “I really am going to rock your fucking world, Thor.”

She pulls me by my cock into a kiss that lasts far too long, teases far too much. If I don’t leave now, we’ll spend the entire day releasing this tension.

“Come to my show again?” she asks. “Please? You can sit backstage with us. A peek beyond the veil.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

She kisses me again, trying to pull me in, but I break free.

“God, how do you have so much willpower?” she wines, sitting back on the sofa with her coffee. “And why is that such a turn-on?”

“Patience. The wait will be worth it—I promise.”

She pumps her fist in the air. “Sleepover!”

“Lock the door behind you when you leave.”

“I think I’ll go take a bath,” she sighs. “Sure you won’t join me?”

I leave before it’s too late.