Chapter 23

Vanessa Vargas

He was faced away from me, beginning to make the sauce for pasta.

His back muscles tensed and I stared at his shoulders, his spine, to the dimples he had on his lower back.

His hair was messed up from my hands but it was just incredible. I could see the tattoos that threaded over his back, and the red marks on top of his back from me.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to suck a dick before." I said and he turned, smiling at me.

"You want mine is what you're saying?" He asked.

"Absolutely." I nodded.

He hummed, returning to cooking.

I chewed my lip, although satisfied, there was an ache between my legs.

"I want the toy back." He said, turning and walking to me, a hand on either side of my thighs, his bright blue eyes freezing mine.

"Why?" I pouted.

"Because I only want my cock in you. Not some rubber. But of course that's my want I'll never tell you no if you genuinely want to keep it." He shrugged.

I debated it.

"I wanted to use it when I got back." I laughed.

He smirked, leaning in, kissing my throat softly.

"I'd prefer you didn't. However, if you do, what exactly will you think of?" He asked.

"Who said I have to think of things?"

"Basic woman arousal. Women gain physical desire from scenario's and mind stimulation. Why do you think men in books written by women are so good at talking through sex? Because it's what women read and what they want. So, I repeat my question, Ace, what exactly will you think about?" He tilted his head.

"You."

"Well I know, but what exactly?" He asked, walking away from me, stirring the sauce and spaghetti.

My face I felt heat, crossing my legs but he stopped me when he turned around, forcing his body between my knees so I had nothing to help myself.

"Come on. Out with it." He grabbed my jaw.

"Wondering what it's like being man handled by you." His eyes lightened up, slight shock coating his expression.

So I got more confident.

"How you'd feel inside me, not some toy, how your cock would feel in the back of my throat." I almost stuttered. Almost.

He sighed, turning away from me, grabbing the strainer and removing the pasta water but leaving a little in the pot as he poured the pasta back, adding olive oil, salt, then the sauce, grabbing a real thing of Parmesan cheese and shredding it over, putting it into two bowls, shredding more on both.

"You asked, why the silence?" I asked.

He didn't answer as he handed me a bowl with a fork.

I ate a bite and groaned.

"That is so good." I shook my head, bliss in my mouth was food.

He ate too, leaning on the counter across the island I sat on.

I looked down at him, he was very hard, and I felt bad.

"Im sorry." I mumbled and he looked at me with concern.

"Why?" He asked.

"I teased you." I motioned to his pants.

"Why do you think I kept your underwear love?" He asked.

I kept eating, it was silent, but both of us were clearly very hungry.

So it was sort of comfortable, sort of tense.

"I'll give you back the toy." I told him.

"You don't have to if you don't wish to." He said.

"But you'd prefer it."

"Yes."

"So I want to." I told him.

"Fuck." He groaned.

"What?" I asked, staring at his abs, his V-line coated in veins.

I wondered how that would feel under my tongue.

"Baby, you're so sweet, but I don't want you to feel like I'm removing any pleasure from you because that's not-"

"You want me to be needy and beg for your cock to fill me. I know exactly what you want. And you'll get it. Toy or no toy, but I want to please you. You do so much for me, this is something you want, I'll give it back." I nodded.

He finished his last bite, setting his bowl in the sink as I finished too, he washed mine out and loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dishes.

I got off the island.

"I'll be back." I went to the elevator and to my place, grabbing it, and going back to his.

I walked to his room, tossing it onto his bed, not caring since he made me cum on these sheets anyway.

I walked back out.

"Pick a movie." He told me.

"Alright."