Curry Munching with the French Boy

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"There's my sweet little kitten." Devin cooed when he saw me walking out of the cathedral on Sunday. I huffed a reply and ignored his open arms, waiting for a hug. I dropped my small bag into the compartment under the backseat of his bike, pulled on the helmet and swung one leg over the red Ducati.

"Aren't you gonna get on?" I grumbled in annoyance. Right then I was experiencing the worst period cramps ever, and all I wanted to do was get back to Devin's apartment as quick as possible so that I could curl up into a ball and eat.

Devin's expression was one of confusion as he got onto his bike and started it up. We zoomed out onto the street me still clutching to the edge of the bike instead of him. Halfway through the ride Devin swerved sharply to the left to avoid an oncoming vehicle and I shrieked and grabbed onto his waist. I heard him chuckle above the roar of the bike and within 10 minutes we were back at his place.

I was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss Devin. I needed to feel his lips on mine, I needed to taste his intoxicating mouth, and I needed him. I fidgeted while he parked his bike, and tapped my foot impatiently when he fumbled with his apartment keys.

The moment I stepped through his familiar front door, and shut it behind me, I jumped into his arms and slammed my lips against his. He responded immediately and wrapped my legs around his waist, cupping my ass in his hands as he backed me against a wall. I fisted his hair between my fingers as I hungrily devoured his lips, welcoming the familiar smokey taste of his tongue. Involuntarily, as if on natural instinct, my hips began to slowly grind against Devin's groin. He let out a moan of pleasure and squeezed my ass tightly earning a whimper from my lips.

I whined when Devin suddenly pulled away, and looked at him with utter annoyance.

"As much as I am enjoying this," he began, "if we don't stop soon I might not be able to control myself any longer."

At first his words had no effect on me. Control himself? Control himself from what? I then felt something rock hard pressing against my inner thigh and my eyes widened in realisation. I quickly detached myself from him and stood with my arms and legs pressed against the wall.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything as long as you don't fucking grind on me." He chuckled, resting his hands on my hips. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck as he played with a strand of my hair.

"I missed you." I mumbled, not realising I said it aloud and quickly slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Don't be embarrassed, kitten. I missed you too." He brushed his lips against mine slowly, and softly. My eyes fluttered closed and my heart beat erratically in my chest. The doorbell rang causing us to spring apart.

"Pizza!" Someone yelled from the other side banging on the door hard.

"Coming! Calm the fuck down!" Devin yelled as he fumbled in his wallet for cash. I was annoyed and horny and hungry all at the same time.

Annoyed because the pizza guy interrupted mine and Devin's moment.

Horny because Devin looked really fucking sexy in sweatpants and a wifebeater.

And hungry because the smell of pizza had drifted into the apartment and was making my stomach go crazy.

Devin rudely yanked the box of pizza out of the delivery guy's hands and chucked a few notes at him before slamming the door shut.

"Now where were we?" He grinned placing the box of pizza on the counter. I stared intensely at the box and licked my lips. I pushed past Devin and flipped open the lid, letting the mouth-watering scent of pizza invade my senses. I hungrily grabbed a piece and took a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a moan. God, the pizza was amazing! The hot cheese, the tangy pepperoni, the crunchy crust, all combined to make a fabulous explosion of flavour on my tongue.