Brat

Chapter 26

     The next morning it's like the birds chirping sounded better, and the sun was shining brighter. I stretched, and wiped the dried spit from my mouth. I sat up realizing that my bed was empty yet again. I shrugged because the only thing I was really looking for was a good lay. Chris, however, was an amazing lay. I got up heading for the kitchen, and I smelled bacon and fresh coffee. I saw Chris standing over my stove flipping a pancake without using a spatula. I leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed. 

     "Well I didn't know that we were having a sleepover." He swiftly added that pancake to the growing stack to the left of him on the counter. 

"Well no, but considering how I blew your back out and you were calling me daddy all night, I figured that you wouldn't mind." I grabbed a plate and got myself three pancakes. He put his eyebrow up in a questioning manner. 

"And who exactly said that you could have any?" he says smirking. 

"Well, it's my kitchen, you're using my stove, you're using the that I bought that came from my refrigerator and cabinet, and lastly, you're in my house. So who gave you permission to cook?" He nodded, and added pancakes to his own plate. 

"Touche." he said while sitting across from me. Silently we sat and ate while we were occasionally stealing glances from each other. He stood up, and cleaned all the dishes and I watched. He leaned back on the sink and stared at me. I stared back. 

   "So did you enjoy yourself last night?" he says raising an eyebrow. Small, short flashbacks of me riding his face, and him pulling my head back by the hair forcing an arch come to mind immediately. Not realizing the daze I was in, my eyes suddenly shot open. 

"Hmph. I guess you did." he says with a scoff. 

"And you didn't?" I say with a small laugh. 

"Doll face, I don't seem to remember saying that," I smiled and tried to hide the blush that appeared on my face because of the affectionate name. "You better believe that I enjoyed myself. You are wonderful," he says taking a sip of steaming coffee. "I just didn't get to, ya know, finish." he says. 

"Well do you want to?" I asked. I didn't wait for his answer as I get on my hands and knees, and crawl up to him and then sit on my knees looking up at Chris. I reached and rubbed my hand on him through his boxers, and he grunted fuck under his breath. I smiled and bit my bottom lip. I pulled it out through the little hole in the middle. I gave it one long lick from the balls all the way to the tip, and then I put just the tip into my mouth. 

   I swirled my tongue around and around until I felt his hand on the back of my head. I let my head succumb to the weight of his hand, and put him down my throat. I used both of my hands and my mouth at the same time. I slurped, sucked, and twisted my hands. His knees began to buckle, and I looked up at him through my eyelashes to make sure he wanted me to keep going. He nodded saying mhm, and put my head back down. I continued, and I felt his knees buckle again. I put my hands on his legs to keep him steady as he put both of his hands on the counter. I gave one last long lick, and sucked making a slurping noise, and that was Chris' undoing. He used both of his hands to hold my head still as he thrust into my mouth a few times before releasing what he was holding back into my mouth and down my throat.  

   I kept moving my head up and down to clean up my mess. I then fell back onto my knees, satisfied with what I did. He stood there leaning back on the counter trying to catch his breath. 

"You," he says pointing at me. "you have an amazing talent. Normally, I'd suggest that you take that talent on the road to make some extra money, but I want you all to myself." I rolled my eyes and stood up, but before I could say anything, I felt my chin being grabbed, and in an instant, Chris was pressing my body against a wall. "Don't think that just because you just made me cum that I'm not capable of making you scream right here and now," he points a finger right in my face and says with no room for an argument, "do not roll your eyes at me young lady."