Whetted Appetites (9 page)

     Saturday.  He loved Saturdays.  No work on the weekends.  He could relax all weekend if he was the type to like to lie around.  But, he wasn’t.

     He looked at his alarm clock, which he never set for the weekends.  It was only seven.  Even on his day’s off; he still couldn’t help but get up early.  His body was its own internal alarm clock.

     It would be nice to lay here and dream about Victoria but he knew where that would lead to.  With his hand under the covers.

     Damn it!  He wanted the real thing.  Yeah, in a couple of weeks, he could have her but he was changing the freaking rules a bit.  He didn’t need to have sex with her to get her off.  He had a mouth and fingers for that.  He would love to tease her for a couple of weeks until she couldn’t stop herself from jumping his bones.  He ached to see how she looked when she came.  Hell, he was tired of waiting.  Today was the day for some kind of pleasure.  Some kind of sexual gratification. 

     He was going to up the ante so to speak.  Tease her and make her wild with need.  Until she begged for him to be inside her.  He wasn’t going to give in no matter how hard it was or how hard he was.  Two could play at this game.  It was like she said.  Waiting made it all the more better. 

     Decision made, he got up and made his bed and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth.  A few minutes later, he went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

     He wondered what Victoria was doing today.  He knew from the sign on the bakery door that she would only be open from ten to five on weekends. 

     After five, he would call her.  She probably would be home a little after. 

     Dalton decided to go for a run in the park, grab a bite to eat then go home and work on his expense report.  That should give Victoria time to get her work done and make it home.

     At twenty after five, he grabbed his phone/address book and thumbed through until he came upon Victoria’s name. 

     He dialed her number and got the machine after three rings.

     “Hello.  You have reached Victoria.  As you can tell, I can’t come to the phone right now.  Please leave your name, number and a brief message and I will return your call.  Thank you.” 
Beep.

    
Dalton spoke into the receiver.  “Hello, Victoria.  This is Dalton Hughes.  I was wondering------“

     “Hey, Dalton,” came Victoria’s breathless voice.

     Dalton smiled.  “Hey yourself.”

     “You know, I got the strangest call yesterday.  A Mr. Donegan assured me that my supplies would be at my bakery at four.  Sharp.  Mmmm.  I wonder how in the world he accomplished that, given that it’s Saturday and Hughes’ Catering Supplies isn’t open for business on weekends.”

     “I have no earthly idea,” Dalton said in mock surprise.

     Victoria laughed.  Dalton let it wash over him.

     “Thanks, Dalton.  I really do appreciate this,” she said sincerely.

     “No problem.  By the way, if you haven’t had dinner yet, why don’t you let me take you out?”

     “Ummm……”

     “What?”

     “Well, Melissa’s off this weekend.  Now that my supplies have arrived, I can start making my sweets for the Bloomberg’s party.  I’m still a day behind but if I get some of this done at home, I can catch up,” she clarified.

     “I see.  You have a deep passion for cooking.  I can hear it in your voice when you explain what you have to do.  He grinned at the thought of Victoria being powdered head to toe with sugar.  And how he’d like to lick it off.  Slowly.

     Just like that, the light bulb went off in his mind. 

     “Why don’t I come and assist you?  I could be you sous chef.  Before you say no, hear me out.”

     “Okay.”

     “If it wasn’t for my shipping crew, you wouldn’t have to be working in such haste.  Furthermore, I would happy to help.  It will cut down on your time and who knows, I might learn a few things about the confectionary arts.”

     “I’d love the help.”

     But Dalton continued on, talking too fast to hear her answer.  “I won’t be in your way and---“

     “Dalton?”

     “Yes?”

     “I said yes.  I would love for you to help me.”  She snickered.  “I would like teaching you a few things.”  Her voice dropped to a sultry tone.

     “And I’m sure you could.  How about I get there in thirty minutes?”

     “That’s fine.  See you then,” she said in parting, leaving him with a hint of a promise of something more to come.

     With any luck, it would be her coming.

     “Well, well, well.  What have we here?”  Melissa asked over the phone.

     “What?” Victoria asked, trying to sound completely innocent.

     “Dalton’s coming by to help you?” Melissa stated impishly.

     “Yes.  He feels responsible for his shipping crew being late with our order.  He knows I’m on a deadline.  He offered to help out.” Victoria said calmly even though her stomach started fluttering.  “I know you and Eric have usually go out for dinner on Saturdays but if you want to come by later and----“

     “And what?  Ruin the fun?  No way!  Come on.  You and Dalton?  Alone?  Baking sinfully rich sweets?  This could get interesting.  You don’t need me as a hindrance.  He might want to sample more than your cakes.”

     Victoria burst out laughing.  “Melissa, you’re a handful.”

     “Well, when Dalton comes by, maybe you’ll have your hands full of his-----“

     “No.  Stop.  No need to get ahead of ourselves, you dirty-minded thing,” she said good-naturedly. 

     “Well,
some
body’s got to have one around here.  And I
know
I do.  And you know you do, too.”  She tittered. 

     Victoria made a sound of agreement but didn’t want to feed the fire.  “I’ll talk to you on Monday.  Okay?”

     “All right.  G’bye, Victoria.  Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

     Victoria shook her head and laughed.  That crazy Melissa.  No wonder they were friends.  They got along great.  True, their backgrounds were wholly diverse, but she couldn’t have picked a better friend.

     Dalton parked his car outside Victoria’s home twenty-five minutes later.  He got out and went to the door.  He poised his hand to knock, but saw Victoria smiled as she sashayed over and opened the door.

     “Hey.  Ready to get to it?”  She stepped aside to let him through the door.

     Dalton swallowed and found his mouth had gone dry.  Oh, he was more than ready to get to it.  Unfortunately, he knew she meant baking.

     “Sure.”

     That little gleam in her eyes had him faltering.  He wondered if she really meant baking or something else entirely.  She seemed to be enjoying herself.  Speaking in double meanings while managing to look totally innocent was a game he was getting to like very much.  Playing too much was going to make him forget to hold back taking her on the floor of her living room if she kept giving him those sex-me stares. 

     He got a hold of himself and followed her to the kitchen where she handed him an apron and a hat to cover his hair.

     He donned on the clothing, feeling a bit weird at first.  Victoria’s compliment about it looking good on him made the uneasiness vanishes.

     “All right.  What do you want me to do?”  He looked at the assortment of cocoas, sugars, flours and utensils along with what looked like about five dozen eggs.

     Victoria handed him a recipe.  “First, I want you to measure the flour in this recipe and sift it with the baking powder and salt.”  She reached up and got down the industrial sized sifter, measuring cups and a flat bladed knife.

     “Here’s how you measure flour.  You fill the cup to overflowing.  You then cut into it and scrape off the excess with the back edge of the knife so that it’s even.”  She demonstrated it once.

     Dalton did as instructed, finding it easier than he would’ve thought.

     After he measured a colossal amount of flour, he asked her, “What’s next?”

     “Now you measure the baking powder and salt the same way.  Pour it on the flour and whisk it around.  Then put it through the sifter.”  Victoria handed him the cocoa powder.  “Measure this the same way and run it through the sifter with the flour.  It’ll make the brownies melt in your mouth.”

     As they worked side by side, Dalton realized what an intelligent and skilled teacher she was.  He was getting the hang of it fairly quickly.  He had to give himself a mental pat on the back.  He had never done this sort of thing before and he found it rather enjoyable and almost therapeutic.  No wonder Victoria loved it so much.

     Victoria dumped the sugar and butter into the mixer and turned it on.  After it turned fluffy she added the beaten eggs. 

     Dalton noticed that Victoria would find reasons to brush up against Dalton while she looked for an ingredient, a pan or utensil.  She knew she was driving him mad.  But, oh how he loved it. 

     Dalton observed her as she worked.  Her svelte body moved fluently as she added his cocoa and flour mixture to her egg mixture. 

     Next, she poured in the vanilla extract, walnuts and big chocolate chunks.  He noticed that she didn’t really measure some of it.  She seemed to know by heart what and how much went into her baking.

     Amazing, he thought in awe.

     After she poured the sweet smelling mix onto greased baking pans, she put them in the preheated over and set the timer for thirty-five minutes.

     She turned around and caught Dalton staring at her.  She raised her eyebrows in question.

     “It seems you’ve found your forté.  You’re very adept in your profession.”  He wanted to say more but the look on her face stopped him short.  Fire.  Her eyes burned with hunger.  She stuck her finger into the bowl where some of the leftover brownie batter stuck to the sides.  She brought it to her mouth.  She stuck her tongue out and licked a bit off her finger.  She stuck her entire finger in her mouth and sucked any remaining batter left.  She licked the chocolate batter from her fingers and his body tightened instantly. 

     Dalton walked over to her and crushed his mouth to hers.  She responded urgently.  He tasted the remnants of the sweet batter from her lips. 

     He captured her body against his and moved her toward the living room.  She started to speak but he put a finger to her lips.  “There are other ways to make you come,” he whispered roughly.  “I’m just whetting your appetite.”

     He picked her up and placed her on the edge of her desk, amid all of her papers.  He removed the hats and aprons and pushed the papers aside.  He pressed his hot mouth on the pulse of her neck.  She sighed and moaned as she ran her fingers through his soft hair.

     His hands rubbed the already hardened nipples of her heavy breasts.  He massaged them.  Stroked them until she was wiggling impatiently.  His deft hands unbuttoned her shirt and unfastened her bra from the front.

     Victoria bit her lip.  She was expecting something exciting to happen to her body.

     “You devil, you,” Dalton murmured raucously.  He dipped his mouth to taste a berry red nipple.  It was as sweet as it looked.

     Victoria threw her head back in sheer bliss.  Dalton’s mouth worked miracles on her aching breasts.  The wet feel of his smooth tongue felt like magic on her hard nipples.

     “That feels soooo good,” she whispered through a haze of lust.

     “It’s going to feel even better,” he promised as he fumbled with the snap of her jeans.

     She gasped as he ran his finger along the outside of her thong panties, which were getting wetter by the second.

     Dalton grabbed her waist and lifted her hips long enough to pulled her pants and thong down her smooth legs.  He discarded them on the floor.  He disappeared into the kitchen for a second and came back with a little warm chocolate fudge sauce she had made earlier on his index finger.

     He laid her on the desk until her back touched the wood, exposing her freshly shaven folds.  They were silky smooth and glistening.  She looked like a ripe peach and he wanted to taste her sweet nectar.  He wondered if she was ready to be plucked. 

     Dalton lifted her legs over his shoulders.  Max had already given him that naughty idea.  He lightly smeared the chocolate on the lips of her vagina.  Victoria cried out at the first touch of his tongue gliding across the swollen lips of her womanhood.

     He licked lightly at first running his tongue up and down her sweet, slick folds, loving the feel of her on his mouth.  He dipped his tongue and swirled it around like a master.  Victoria’s hips bucked under the delicious pressure of his ministrations.  She moaned loudly as he pressed his thumb on her clit and rubbed gently.

     “Oh…..Dalton.”  She sighed.  “I…..can’t……I don’t know if…..”

     He dipped a finger inside and hooked it to caress her G-spot.

     Victoria bucked wildly, her legs shaking against his head.  Her breathing came in short gasps.  Her body coiled and tightened.  Dalton tongued her alternately to her pulsing clit and throbbing folds.

     Dalton felt the first shudder of her powerful climax grip his finger.  “Yes.  That’s it,” he coaxed as his fingers and mouth continued to work her body.  “I want to hear you come, Vicky.  Come for me,” he urged, then buried his mouth into her and growled.  Victoria felt the vibration all the way to her toes.  She felt white hot with fire.  “Uunh.  Oh, yes.  Yesss,” she managed to say before seeing white stars float before her eyes.

     “Yes.  Come for me, baby,” Dalton whispered.

     That was all the encouragement she needed.  With one resounding cry, Dalton rubbing the tip of his tongue around her clit, she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.  It went through her like a powerful tumult.  She felt the waves of pleasure wash over her and she rode it as long as possible.

     Dalton removed her legs from his shoulders and bent down to kiss her, pressing his rigid arousal against her hot sex.  He lifted up and looked into her glazed eyes. 

     “Wow,” was all Victoria could muster at the moment.  No one had even been able to make her come so hard and so quickly.  And just with a few strokes of a tongue or the dip of a finger.

     Dalton wanted to stay like this for the rest of the day but that damn buzzer on the oven went off.

     Cursing silently, he got up and went to the sink to wash his hands and put his hat and apron back on.  “I’ll get it,” he offered.

     Victoria smiled gratefully as she got up and righted her clothes.  She put her apron and hat back on as well then washed her hands.

     If he could do that with his tongue, I can just imagine what he could do with his-----

     “Where do you want to put these?”

     Victoria could think of a few places he could put it but she knew he was talking about the brownies.  She blinked a few times and cleared her throat.  That was some orgasm to make her forget what she was doing in the kitchen of all places.

     “Oh.”  She pointed with shaky fingers to a table nearby.  “Just put them right there so they can cool.”

    
Cool
, Victoria thought.  The one thing she wasn’t was cool.  She was feeling pretty heated and it wasn’t because of the heat in the kitchen.

     Dalton placed the pans on the cooling table and walked over to Victoria, his arousal evident in his jeans.

     Well, she wasn’t the only one still feeling hot and bothered.  She was amazed.  He gave her one of the most mind-blowing orgasms and hadn’t pressed or asked for anything in return.  It made her eager to go down on him and suck him until his eyes rolled in the back of his head.  But she had a hunch that he wanted to wait for that.

     That is, until the dinner party on Friday.  She was going to remedy his…uh….big problem really well.  But she wanted to return this favor earlier.  He was the one that said there were other ways to make her come.  She had a mouth, too.  And she fully intended on using it.

     Dalton glanced at his erection.  It was obvious Victoria had her eyes on it.

     Man, but he wanted to plunge himself in her right now.  But that would take all night if he had anything to say about it.  She was already behind schedule so he could wait a little while longer.

     He’d have plenty of time later on.  Until then, he could tease, touch, finger and kiss her.

     “That was amazing,” Victoria spoke after a while.

     Dalton’s gaze heated.  “It was.  I loved watching you come.  You sounded so sexy.  I kept wanted to do it over and over again just to hear you.”

     Victoria blinked rapidly.  She boldly stated, “I’m going to love watching you come, too, Dalton.”  Sooner than you think, Mr. Hughes, she finished secretively.

     Dalton clenched his jaw.  She wasn’t making it any easier for him.  Anything you wanted with a passion was never easy.

     Dalton and Victoria completed most of the work around eleven o’clock.  He helped her clean up the kitchen.

     He kissed her good night and left for home.

     Dalton turned out to be a wonderful help.  She got done with three times as much as she normally would,