Breakfast
“Nice shirt.”
You jump at the sudden sound, dropping your spatula. You don’t need to turn your head, though. His voice has been ringing in your ears for the past half hour, since you’ve been awake. You catch your breath and pick up the spatula with your right hand, flipping the strips of bacon again. “Couldn’t find mine,” you inform Tony coolly. You pull up the left sleeve of the maroon button-down against left side.
“Maybe that’s for the best,” he replied, his footsteps approaching on the tile of his kitchen. Your heart pounds as he comes closer and closer, then stops when his hand squeezes your ass. “It’s a good look for you.”
You clear your throat and flip the bacon before it starts to make gray smoke. His palm rubs in a lazy circle around your butt as he steps closer to you until he’s up against you, his warm breath ticking your neck past your hair. You feel the bulge in his underwear against your backside and let out something between a gasp and a chortle. His free hand goes in front of you and turns off the stove, then moves the skillet away as the hand previously on your ass moves around your thigh to your abdomen, under the shirt. He pulls you a few steps away from the stove as his fingers tug the space between the buttons in his shirt that you wear, slowly popping them out. “You’d look better without it, though,” he whispers in your ear.
You let out a moan and lose control of your knees, but he tightens his grip around you so you can’t slip. You feel heat between your legs as he fumbles with the buttons on the way to an island counter. He turns you around and in a moment your butt is against the cold granite.
“Spread your legs, baby, you’ll be my breakfast,” he says smoothly. You’re sweating. Your legs shake as you try to spread them, but he gets impatient. He puts his hands on your knees and keeps them apart. You watch wide-eyed as his head gets closer and closer between your legs, his warm breath making your spine tremble. The anticipation kills you, but suddenly you feel pressure. You lie back on the granite counter and close your eyes as his tongue drills into you, side to side, up and down, cleaning you up. Your toes curl and your breathing speeds up rapidly. “T-Tony,” you whimper. He can’t say anything as he’s tongue-deep inside you. You keep whimpering his name as he eats you out, ecstasy bubbling inside you. Soon you’re screaming, sweat drenching your face. “T-Tony….” Without warning, you explode. He licks you faster to catch every drop. You melt on top of the cold counter, slipping off onto your feet. Laughing, Tony catches you and puts you on your feet, holding your hips. Your stomach growls after you catch your breath. You narrow your eyes and say, “My turn,” as your fingers slip into the waistband of his underwear.