Alone Time With My Crush! — Six

Lila's POV

A few days had passed since everything blew up with Claire. Darcy and I had been spending almost every free moment together. The whispers on campus were still there, but when I was with him, none of it mattered.

Tonight we were back at his hostel, cooking dinner together like a real couple. The kitchen smelled amazing.

I stood at the stove stirring the sauce, wearing one of his big shirts again with nothing underneath. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his body against mine. His chin rested on my shoulder as he watched me stir.

“Smells good,” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through me as he kissed the sensitive spot on the side of my neck. His large hands slid under the hem of the shirt, stroking my bare hips and pulling me tighter against his growing erection.

I leaned back into him, smiling. “You’re supposed to be chopping the vegetables, not distracting me.”

He chuckled low against my ear, the sound sending heat pooling between my legs. “Can’t help it. You look too fucking sexy cooking in my shirt. Like you’re mine.”

I turned in his arms, spoon still in my hand, and held it up between us. A little sauce dripped from it. I gave him a playful look, then slowly lowered the spoon and pressed the back of it against my chest, right between my tits where the shirt was unbuttoned a little.

“Grab it,” I said softly, biting my lip.

His eyes darkened with hunger. He reached out, but instead of just taking the spoon, his fingers deliberately brushed the soft swell of my cleavage, grazing my skin as he took it. He brought the spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce while staring straight into my eyes.

“Delicious. But I think I need another taste.”

He dipped the spoon back into the pot, then deliberately let a thin, warm trail of sauce drip onto the top of my chest. I gasped as the heated liquid slid slowly down between my breasts. He leaned in and licked it off with long, sensual strokes of his tongue, savoring every drop. I shivered hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks against the thin fabric.

“Mmm… even better this way,” he whispered.

I let out a breathless laugh that melted into a moan when he sucked gently on the soft flesh just above my breast, then lower, teasing the edge of my nipple through the shirt. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, arching into his mouth.

“You’re so naughty,” I breathed.

“You started it, vixen,” he teased, straightening up with a wicked grin.

He fed me a bite from the spoon next, his thumb slowly wiping a stray drop of sauce from the corner of my mouth. Before I could swallow, he kissed me deeply, tongue sliding against mine, tasting the sauce and me. His hands roamed down my back, squeezing and kneading my ass possessively before lifting me slightly so his hard bulge pressed right between my thighs.

We tried to keep cooking, but the air grew thicker with tension. Every time I reached for something, I made sure to brush my ass against his crotch. He retaliated by sliding his hand between my thighs from behind, his thick fingers gliding over my slick, swollen pussy lips. He teased me mercilessly, stroking, circling my clit, spreading my wetness, but never pushing inside.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he groaned, voice rough with need. “This pretty little pussy is dripping for me.”

“Keep cooking or we will burn everything,” I whimpered, even as I pushed back against his fingers, desperate for more.

We somehow managed to finish the meal, stealing kisses and touches the whole time. My thighs were slick, my body throbbing with want.

When we finally sat down to eat, he pulled me onto his lap instead of letting me take my own chair. I straddled him, feeding him bites while he fed me. His free hand slipped under the shirt, palming my breasts, rolling and pinching my sensitive nipples until I was squirming and grinding against the hard ridge of his cock.

Every slow circle of my hips made him groan. Every tug on my nipples sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I was aching, empty, and so turned on I could barely think.

“Darcy…” I whispered desperately, turning to kiss him hungrily, pouring all my need into it.

He stood up with me still wrapped around him, carrying me toward the bedroom, our dinner completely forgotten on the table.

“I need to fuck you properly now, baby.”

My heart raced with excitement and love as he kicked the door open. These little moments made everything feel perfect.