Page 11 of The Perfect Ingredient
God.
It hits me like a physical blow. The moment the oil touches my skin, the scent blooms—heady and sharp, sweet and spicy, a deep aroma of clove and candied lemon zest undercut by something floral and smoky. It fills my nose, curls down my throat, makes my mouthwater.
“What is that?” I gasp, grinding back against his hand, turning my face to look at him. “I want it in mymouth.”
Hessou chuckles.
“It’s a weak imitation of you.”
I freeze.
“What?”
“I created it thinking of you. I’ve been refining it for years.” He presses a finger inside me, and my whole body pulses white-hot. “Every time I fucked someone, I used this. Just to pretend it wasyou.”
I groan so loud it borders on a sob. “You—ahh fuck—”
His fingers move deeper, coating me with the warm oil, opening me wide. I can’t stop moving, can’t stop clenching, chasing the heat of it.
“Let me suck your fingers. Let metasteit.”
He withdraws only to crawl up over me, straddling my hips, his slick fingers pressing to my lips. I suck them into my mouth, greedy, moaning around them, tongue curling, tasting the oil—myoil—mixed with the trace of me.
Hessou drapes himself over my back, his chest pressed flush to my spine, his breath pouring hot into my ear. I feel him everywhere—his weight on my hips, the hard line of his cock slick against my ass, the tremble of restraint in his arms as he holds himself back. His other hand grips my jaw, firm but trembling, thumb spreading the corner of my mouth so he canwatchme suck him.
“You’d suck anything I put in your mouth.”
I don’t bother pretending I wouldn’t.
His cock presses harder between my cheeks, wet with pre-cum and the oil smeared between us. His hips roll once, slow and teasing, and the drag of him against my skin makes me groan, mouth full, hips pushing back instinctively.
I whimper as he pushes his fingers deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Ichokearound them, saliva spilling past my lips, dripping from my chin onto the sheets.
“Keep moaning like that,” he pants, “and I’ll come before I’m even inside you.”
He pulls his fingers out slowly and smears the wetness across my cheek.
“Then hurry and ruin me again.”
He laughs a breathless sound, and leans down to lick the spit from my cheek before shifting his weight.
His hands slide to my hips, lifting me just enough to get better leverage, and I feel the thick head of his cock nudging at my hole, burning hot and sowet.
I clench without meaning to. He shudders.
“Hold still,” he growls through his teeth.
“Iam,” I pant into the sheets. “Please, hurry...”
He pushes in.
The stretch burns, even with the oil, even after all the licking, all the slick, even when I’m soopen, so eager, and so greedy. My mouth falls open, eyes rolling back, hands fisting in the sheets as he sinks deeper. The scent of the oil spikes again, making me salivate as I moan through the pain and thepleasureof being filled. It’s everything I wanted—everything I remembered.
He groans above me, hips grinding forward, sinking in deeper, deeper,deeper, until he’s fully sheathed, his balls pressed heavy against me.
“Fuck,” he grits out, hands shaking on my waist. “You feel—God—tighter than I remembered.”
I can’t speak. I’m biting the sheets, fists clenched, whole body trembling as I try to adjust around him. I feel everything—the frantic pulse of my own stretched hole, the throb of his cock, the twitch of his muscles, the grinding of his hips as he starts to move.
