Seducing the Sexy Celebrity Chef (2 page)

Holly’s stomach clenched as she
worried again if the restaurant was locked.  Pulling away from the chef’s
forceful mouth, she said, “Wait, what if someone walks in?”

He smirked.  “Then they’ll find me
sucking your spectacular tits.”

Before Holly could process what Chef
Burley had said, he pulled her satin blouse down her shoulders.  She reached
behind her back and unclasped her bra, struggling out of both garments while
the chef dove at her breasts.

“My God!” He traced his cheek across
her chest.  “You’ve got the most gorgeous pair I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying that,” Holly
tittered.

Chef Burley’s unseen stubble itched
Holly’s nipples in the most wonderful way.  They hardened to pebbles, as if
they could fight off the burn.  They couldn’t, of course.  His stubble blazed
against her flesh as he rolled both breasts around his charming face.

“You could do that all day!”  Holly
moaned as he flicked her nipples with his thumbs.  His hands weren’t as soft as
she’d imagined, but she liked their roughness.  “Will you suck them?”

Chef Burley glanced up at her, still
toying with her tits.  “I thought you said I could do
this
all day.”

“It’s torture,” she whimpered,
closing her eyes.  “Oh god, Chef, I want to feel your hot mouth all over my
body.”

“Everywhere?”

“Yes!”

“Here?”  His lips landed against her
sweetly puckered nipple.

“Yes!”

Holly guessed someone with Chef
Burley’s intensity would suck her nipples violently, tearing into them, leaving
her bloodied and sore.  She was surprised by the deft care he showed.  His
skilled tongue bathed her breasts in warmth.  She should have known he would
savour her body like a fine
repas
.

“Everywhere,” Holly whispered.  “I
want to feel your tongue
everywhere
, Chef.”

“Mmm!”

He didn’t shift from her nipples,
and part of her didn’t want him to.  She’d never experienced such full
pleasure.  With every lick, she felt larger than life.  Her body seemed to
expand, like a helium balloon, floating to the rafters.  She watched the scene
from outside herself, and warm desire gushed between her legs.

“Please,” she begged.  “Oh please,
Chef Burley, lick me lower.”

“Lower?”  He teased her, planting
kisses down her stomach, nipping at the curve of flesh that gave way to her
belly button.  “You mean here?”

Holly giggled, pushing his head
away.  His hair surprised her.  On TV, it looked like it would be crispy and
full of gel, but it wasn’t.  It was soft—soft and blond and beautiful.  She
wove her fingers through it, then made a fist.  She expected him to wince, but
he didn’t.  He only looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire.  They
seemed to say, “Don’t go there unless you mean it.”

But Holly was serious as hell.

“Lick me, Chef.”

As their violent stares mingled,
Holly wondered just who was in control, here.  She got the sense, from his TV
presence, that Chef Burley would never do anything he didn’t want to.

Staring him down, she asked, “Do you
like the taste of pussy, Chef?”

His eyes blazed, like the question
made him angry.  For a moment, Holly cringed.  She had no idea what this man
was capable of.

Chef Burley grabbed her thighs and
spread them so wide her muscles ached.  When her feet found chairs to rest on,
she planted her heels in the seats.  Her short leather skirt had ridden up,
revealing the white lace thong that matched the bra she’d launched across the
room.  He seemed to like it, if the raw hunger in his eye was anything to go
on.

“Eat me.”  It wasn’t like Holly to act
so slutty, but Chef Burley brought out her inner vixen.  “Plant your face
between my legs, Chef.  I want to come on your tongue.”

He looked up at her, seemingly in
awe.  Maybe he liked hearing the dirty talk as much as she liked saying it.

“What are you waiting for?”  Holly
lifted her ass off the table, just enough for the chef to push her skirt up
past her hips.  “You want my pussy?  It’s right here.”

Chef Burley snarled like a white
wolf, sending a shiver down Holly’s spine.  She felt like a rabbit, tempting
the unrestrained canine, knowing from his ice blue eyes that he wanted to
consume her.

“Go on,” she ordered, hearing her
voice echo through the rafters.  “Eat me.”

He dove between her legs, biting her
cunt through the lace of her thong.  She cried out because, at first, she
wasn’t sure if it hurt or felt orgasmically good.  His teeth dug into her pussy
lips.  His mouth soaked the slick gusset of her underwear.  If he’d looked
wolfish before, now he seemed barely human.  She kept waiting for him to rip
off his kitchen garb and transform into some kind of half-man, half-wolf.  The
idea would have made her laugh if she hadn’t been so turned on.

“Lick my pussy.  Lick my
skin
!”

His teeth pressed her swollen lips
against her clit, arousing spikes of pleasure she couldn’t tamp down.  No one
had ever eaten her like this before.  It was positively savage!  He was an
animal, devouring her flesh with no regard for anything but raw sensation.

Reaching between her legs, Holly
pulled her thong to the side, exposing her naked pussy.  She’d shaved bare,
just for him, on the off-chance she worked up the nerve to seduce him.  Now
that it was happening, she couldn’t believe it was real.  Chef Burley, the sexy
celebrity every woman in town lusted after, was licking her smooth, wet pussy
with a tongue so soft and huge it felt like a pink velvet pillow.

“Yes, Chef!”  Holly’s fist tightened
in his hair while he worked tirelessly between her legs.  “Lick my sweet clit. 
It’s all fat and hot and aching, just for you.”

“Your pussy is mine!”

She never thought this would
happen.  Not in a million years.

“Yes!”  Holly lifted her ass off the
table, feeding him hot pussy.  “Suck it!  Make me come hard.”

Pussy juice dripped down the chef’s
chin.  His face gleamed as he looked at her, an expression somewhere between
ferocity and petulance.

Holly’s muscles shook as she held
her body aloft.  She needed him to grab her ass, support it, and then dive in
and eat her like a watermelon.

Chef Burley’s calloused hands cradled
her silky smooth cheeks.  Her folds spread, like they had a life of their own,
beckoning his mouth.  When his tongue flattened against her clit, a sizzle
passed through her body.  She writhed against his face, feeling the meat of his
tongue lapping her heat.

Holly watched him, beyond the
quivering swell of her breasts.  He seemed close to ecstasy just licking her
cunt, but Holly knew what would put her over the edge.  “Suck my clit.”

Growling unrepentantly, Chef Burley
plunged deeper between her legs.  Driving hard, he drew her bud between his
lips and sucked it the way he’d sucked her nipples.  Oh, if only she could
reach up and squeeze her tits right now, but both hands were pressed firmly
against the table.

A bolt of hot pleasure raced through
Holly’s core, swirling around the spot that housed her orgasms.  She was so
close she could taste it.  She had everything she’d ever wanted, and still she
wanted more!

“Yes!  Make me come, Chef.”  Holly’s
clit felt huge as she fucked his mouth, rubbing her wet pussy against his
glistening lips.  She bucked uncontrollably.  It should have embarrassed her,
the way her tits swung and her hips jerked, but she didn’t stop.  “Yes,
please!  Yes!”

She wasn’t in control of her body
anymore.  Her need for climax took the reigns, driving her up, up, and over. 
Grinding her pussy against the chef’s mouth, she released a string of words she
didn’t know she knew.  Holly was a dirty girl now.  She was every bit as dirty
as the chef.  Maybe even dirtier.

Holly’s legs trembled.  Her arms
did, too.  Her clit throbbed so hot and hard she couldn’t bear any more
pleasure.  She couldn’t even hold herself upright.  Collapsing on the table, she
buried the Chef’s hands and he grunted in pain.

“Oh god, I’m sorry!” Holly hiked her
bum off the table so he could retrieve his hands.  “Did I hurt you, Chef?”

“I’m perfectly fine.”  His lips were
bright pink, as swollen as her pussy, and glistening with the same wetness. 
Her juices actually dripped from his chin as he rose from the floor.  “Come
with me.  I want to show you something in the kitchen.”

She hoped that “something” was his
cock, and without thinking, she said so!

Chef Burley smirked.  “My, my, dear
Holly.  You are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Not usually,” she confessed.  “It’s
you, Chef.  Seriously.  There’s something about you that makes my pussy throb
and my mouth want to work overtime.”  She couldn’t believe she’d just said
that.

“You flatter me,” Chef Burley said,
with sincere politeness.  He grabbed a napkin from the next table and wiped his
face.

“It’s true.  You make me horny as
hell.  I don’t usually say things like that, but there’s no other way to
describe it.”

He offered a frisky grin, and then
winked.  “I know the feeling.”

“I bet you get horny every time you
look in the mirror!”

Chef Burley rolled his eyes.  Taking
her naked shoulders in his hands, he gave her a playful shake. “I’m talking
about you, daft girl!  Do you seriously think I travel around the world fucking
strange women?”

“Probably.”  Holly looked away.

“Holly!”  There was a smile in his
voice, but she could tell that he was serious.  “My eyes are up here, Holly.”

Her gaze shot from his crotch to his
steel eyes, and her cheeks burned.  “Sorry, Chef.”

“I’m not one of those men, Holly.” 
He clutched her shoulders so tightly that Holly worried what was next.  “I’m
not like that.”

“You just seem like you would be…”

Chef Burley released his hold on her
and backed away.  Was he angry?  He was so hard to read.  Why couldn’t he
scream at her, and swear, like he did on TV?

When he just stared at her with
those piercing blue eyes, Holly’s irritation peaked.  “Well, what do you expect
me to think when every woman in the world wants you in her bed?”

“What do I care what
every woman
in the world
wants?” Chef Burley shot back.  “I’m sure every man in town
wants to bed you, but I assume that doesn’t mean you’ve surrendered yourself to
them all.”

Holly’s heart beat faster.  She
tried to feel upset, but all she could hear was his compliment.  The chef found
her attractive, though she certainly wasn’t.

“Or am I wrong?” Chef Burley
muttered when Holly didn’t respond.

He didn’t wait for an answer before
storming into the kitchen.  Had he just accused her of being a tramp?  Her
stomach dropped, but her legs found their prowess.

Slipping from the table, Holly
stormed across the dining room, totally unashamed even though she was mostly
naked.

Kicking open the door with her
fierce heels, Holly howled, “How dare you?”

The kitchen was huge, full of
gleaming, brand new steel.  Chef Burley leaned against a six-burner range like
the cat that had eaten the canary.  “How dare I what?”

“Call me a slut,” Holly shot back. 
“I don’t sleep around.  That, out there?  That was the first time I’ve been
with a man in… well, I don’t need to tell you how long, but… it’s been a while,
okay?  I’m not a slut.”