Byron-4 (17 page)

Maybe she was making the biggest mistake of her life. Maybe. But she also knew that in a few days, she would be gone and then he truly would be out of her life as well.

Cait turned off the highway and handed Taylor her cell. She waited for him to answer.

“It’s Taylor Bennett. Can I still come over?” Taylor said in way of greeting. He didn’t answer for several seconds and she was sure he was going to say no.

“Yes. I’d like that very much. Do you need me to come and get you? Are you still at the office?”

“No. Cait said she’d bring me there. I have to be at work at eight-thirty in the morning. Will you be all right to take me?”

“Yes. I’ll make sure you get to work on time. Tell Cait I’m at my house in town.

She’ll know where it is.”

“All right. I’ll...I guess I’ll see you in a little while.” She hung up without waiting for his reply.

In ten minutes, she was standing in front of his house. Byron was standing there waiting for her. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and some boots and nothing else. It was a wonder he wasn’t freezing. As soon as Cait’s car door closed behind her, he was pulling her into his arms and his mouth was crushed over hers.

His chilled body warmed then heated more under her fingers as she touched him.

Her body seemed to come alive under his touch. His mouth moved along her jaw to her neck and he nipped her gently at first, then more firmly. She moaned and returned his nips with more of her own. He had her coat unbuttoned and he was hard as stone when he pressed against her.

“Come inside before Cait has us arrested for public nudity. Besides, the neighborhood doesn’t need to see me make love to you on my front lawn.” He took her hand and led her to the open door.

The door shut behind her and he pulled her close again. His kisses were hotter and more demanding. When his cold hands reached under her shirt to cup her breasts, she startled back.

“Sorry. Maybe we should slow down a bit. At least until I have a chance to warm my fingers up. The rest of me is already on fire. Go into the living room. There’s a fire going in the grate. I’ll just be a minute; I want to turn off the oven.” She took off her coat and he hung it in the hall closet.

“You know how to cook? I can barely boil water. There isn’t anything to cook with where I live, so I mostly eat out.” She started to follow him to the kitchen and stopped.

She was here for sex, not a cooking lesson. She started to back away and go where he had told her, but he took her hand and led her to the kitchen. The place was magnificent.

All the appliances were stainless steel and sparkled under the bright lights. The counters and the island were tile, bright whites and deep blues. The glass fronted cabinets were lit from the inside with wood that was painted a glossy white. The floor, also tiled, picked up the same pattern on the back splash of the counters and the curtains and placemats on the bar. She marveled at the smaller appliances; a large, odd-looking coffee maker and mixer were in use. There was also a huge crock on the island filled with wooden spoons and wire whisks and anything else he might need.

“I was making myself some pancakes and bacon. Would you like to join me? I have plenty. I also have links and coffee if you want,” he said as he measured out the flour into the mixing bowl.

“I don’t think I could eat anything, thanks. This is beautiful. I’ve never been in a better equipped kitchen. My aunt Isadora had a smallish kitchen and she wasn’t much of a cook. I never learned how.” She sat on one of the bar stools and watched him. He poured her a glass of iced tea and set it in front of her.

“That’s unsweetened. I don’t drink tea myself, but Cait and Spencer were here a few days ago, and that’s all she drinks. If you need sugar, I’ve only the real stuff, not artificial.” She declined both. Her first sip told her that it was brewed and not the instant kind.

While he finished cooking his dinner, they talked. If she had to tell anyone what they talked about, she would say nothing. He told her about his experiences in the kitchen and she told him about her life living with a maiden aunt on a farm in the middle of nowhere.

“She had these geese that hated me. Every time I went out into the yard, one of them would herd me toward the others until they had me trapped. Then they would beat me with their wings until I fell to the ground. I swear to this day that goose is still waiting for me to come back so it can have another go at me.”

“How old were you? I can almost see you running across the yard, dark pigtails bouncing behind you with these demented geese nipping at your heels.”

“I was eight. And I did have pigtails. My aunt was very strict and she wouldn’t let me cut my hair. I think by the time I was nineteen, my hair reached down to my knees.

The day after she died, I went to the barber in town and had him whack it all off. He was grinning the whole time he did it. No one cared for the way Isadora was raising me, but then, when she’s all you have...” She shrugged.

“My brother Damon had this stupid cat. I mean, it really was stupid. It would actually fall in its milk while eating. I swear there were times it didn’t know where its dish was unless Damon picked him up and sat him in front of it. Anyway, this cat, his name was Pock. I’m not sure now why, but I’m sure Damon does. Pock would follow us out to the garage every morning when Mom took us to school and it would still be there when we came home. One morning, Mom put the door down as she always did and left. She was gone for probably six hours that day. When she returned, the stupid cat was under the garage door, his head and paws hanging out from under the door.”

“Oh, no! That poor thing; she killed it. Damon must have been devastated.” Byron came around to her side of the bar and hugged her from behind. “No, the cat was fine. When she lifted the door back up, he laid there for a few seconds and she thought for sure he was a goner. Then he just stretched out and stood up. She said he looked up at her as if to say, ‘where the hell have you been all day?’ and then proceeded to lick himself clean. Every once in a while, he would look at her, but he continued to clean himself up. He wouldn’t go in the garage anymore and when my mom started a car, he would run like hell to hide under the house.” He leaned in and kissed her as he finished the story. His voice had been getting lower the closer he got to her and when he turned her around, he was nearly whispering. His hands were gentle along her jaw and his mouth was hot against hers.

“Taylor, I want you. I want to take you upstairs to my bed and ravage you. But I don’t know if I can wait that long. I want to be inside of you in the worst way, love.”

“Yes. I want you too. Please, Byron.” He lifted her and sat her on the counter in front of them and she wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her again.

~CHAPTER 17~

Taylor tasted of the sweet syrup she had taken off his plate. Her skin smelled of warm kitchen and the scent that was unique to her, fresh and herbal. Byron was sure all he could smell was her soap and none of the heavy perfumes that most women of his acquaintances wore. She wore no makeup and he realized that he liked not having to worry about smearing or mussing her. Her clothes were not designer, but sturdy and warm, comfortable and soft. Like her.

Kissing her was a wonder as well. Her mouth was firm and soft, her lips wet from the moisture of her tongue, not some gloss that hid her taste. Her tongue slid along his as if it belonged and knew him. When she moaned, it was because of her enjoyment and not because she thought it was what he wanted to hear. She was purely without an ulterior motive; she wanted him and nothing more. Her hands felt good on his body, his skin. She moved along him, touching him gently here and tighter there.

The t-shirt came off first. The only thing between him and her now was a small scrap of lace. He had a fleeting thought as to whether she owned anything warmer when her exposed body made all thought flee.

“I’m going to make love to you, Taylor. I’m going to try and do it slow and easy. I want to savor you, taste you. I didn’t wear protection before. I should have been more careful. But I’m clean and I know that you are. Will you let me know if...I’d like to know if there is a child, Taylor?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you. I don’t...I don’t want children. I don’t think I would...kiss me, Byron, please?”

He cupped her cheeks in both of his hands and kissed her again. He deepened the kiss even as his hand moved down her back to cup her firm ass and bring her closer to him. The counter was the perfect height for him; he only needed to lean down slightly to have her right where he wanted her. He pressed her back against the wood and leaned into her.

Her hands at his zipper made him pause and lean back a little. He watched as her hand disappeared into his pants and he closed his eyes when she wrapped her hand around him. Her grip was firm, but not like when they had played. This was more a caress. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking into her fingers.

“I want to taste you. I loved the feeling of you in my mouth, deep in my throat. Will you let me suck your cock?”

She had already dropped her legs and was moving to her knees. He wanted to be inside of her, but the thought of feeling her lips over his cock again was all he could think about. When she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees and pressed him against the wall, he was beyond telling her no.

Taylor licked his tip first, taking the small drop of pearly cum into her mouth. Her moan nearly undid him and he gripped the counter for support. She looked up at him as she wrapped her lips over him and moved down over his shaft. He groaned. Nothing had ever felt that good. Her hands moved along his thighs and then along his ass. When she cupped him and pulled him closer to her mouth, he moved his free hand to her hair and moved it back so that he could see her face as she took him.

Her eyes were closed and she looked...beautiful seemed such a tame word for what she looked like to him. Her face was flushed and every time she dipped her head down on him, her eyes fluttered. He pumped into her heat and she moaned.

“Taylor, if you keep this up, I’m going to come down your throat. For as much as I’d love that, that’s not where I want to come.” She nipped his cock and squeezed tighter. He felt his eyes roll in the back of his head. Okay, he thought, just this once.

Her fingers moved along his balls and she rolled them in her palm. There was just enough pressure there to cause them to tighten closer to his body. He was rocking into her harder now and his grip on her hair was tight. There wasn’t finesse now, only need, the need to come into her willing heat. When she slid her finger up his ass and teased his puckered hole, he lost it.

“Christ, Taylor, I’m coming.”

He felt his cock jerk then his cum shoot into her. He was fucking her mouth hard and couldn’t seem to slow down. Wave after wave emptied into her mouth. He felt her moan and swallow him. His entire body felt his climax, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. When he could take no more, he pulled her head back and her mouth left his now softening cock with a pop.

His breathing was sharp and ragged. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt drained. She hadn’t moved, but her head leaned against his thigh, as she, too, was breathing hard. Leaning down, he pulled her into his arms and sat her back on the counter. He kissed her.

Byron could taste himself on her; her tongue was salty from his cum and he felt his cock twitch again. She was going to kill him if she did that again. Then when she nipped at his nipple, he decided he didn’t care.

He unsnapped her bra and as he tossed it to the floor with his discarded pants and her shirt, he took her nipple into his mouth. He loved the way it hardened in his mouth, the way it elongated and stiffened when he rolled it. He moved his hand beneath and lifted it up as he took more of it into his mouth. With his free hand, he worked her snap and zipper open. Reaching into her jeans, she felt the dampness of her panties.

“Help me get them off. I want you naked. Hurry.” She shimmied out of her pants, but left her panties on. When she had laid back to remove them, he wouldn’t let her up when he pulled them off her. “My turn. I’m going to feast on you.” Pulling the stool closer, he sat and looked at the bounty before him.

Her panties were soaked and he moved the tiny scrap of material to the side as he put his hand on her knee to widen her for him. He slid his finger along her and then tasted the cream he had gathered. She tasted delicious.

“These have to go.” He grabbed her panties and jerked them off her. Her breasts bounced with the force of his movement and he leaned forward, suckled just her nipple into his mouth, and worried it with his tongue ring. Kissing his way down her body, he nipped first then soothed the area with his tongue and kisses. She was panting by the time he was at her hips.

“Byron, you’re driving me crazy. Please, stop teasing me and do it already.” He grinned up at her. “Do what? What is it you want me to do to you, love? This?” He slid one of his fingers into her heat, back and forth, fast for a few strokes then slower. “Or this?” He slid a second then a third finger into her.

“Yes. That’s it! More, please, I want you to do it. Please, touch me.” Her hips were coming up off the counter and he wanted to feel her surrounding him, but not yet. He wanted to, no, he needed to taste her.

“Say it, baby. Say what you want me to do to you, or I’ll just keep teasing your pussy with my fingers and not anything else. Say what you want me to do to you.”

“Lick me, taste me, please. Byron, I beg you. Please.” He spread her nether lips open with his fingers, took her clit into his mouth, and nipped her.

He knew that she was close to coming, but she came apart immediately. Holding her legs open with his shoulders, he fucked her with his tongue as he lapped up her juices. She rode him, her hips surging up, her feet planted on the counter. His grip on her thighs held her steady as he continued to drink from her.

Her body was still trembling when she went limp in his arms. He didn’t move from where he was, but watched her body, now sated, relaxed on the counter. When the tremors lessened, he picked her up in his arms and carried her up to his bed. His cock was hard again, but he wasn’t sure either of them would survive if he took her again so soon.