Sizzling in Singapore (A Carnal Cuisine Novel) (10 page)

He kissed her slowly and her small damaged hand crept softly around the back of his neck. The pads of her fingers, still with an inkling of the peeling wrought by the cold, traced rough circles on his skin.

Mae felt her sex begin to pulse with each new exploration of tongue and lips. He tasted of wine and want. She moved to press his leg between hers pushing her swelling pussy against the strength of his thigh. He nibbled down her neck and she groaned with anticipation and need. Every time his mouth found her neck she could feel the heat course down her body and burn between her legs. He nibbled at her earlobe and his warm breath found her ear. He mumbled something she couldn't quite understand but heard the language of sex and desire just the same. She felt his cock awaken under her own slender thigh and throb to attention.

She rose from the couch and wordlessly led him to the unmade bed she had been sleeping in. He pulled her t-shirt over her head and drew a sigh as her hair tumbled in its return to her slender back. Then he noticed.

"Why you little minx! You don't have any tan lines!" It was hard to miss that the noticeable bronzing she had been cultivating didn't stop at the traditional places.

"Well, that's been highly recommended so I thought I'd try it. Cess's balcony is a perfect spot for it. If there's someone out there in the concrete jungle with a pair of binoculars who's looking down on me from afar, he's welcome to the view."

Nick chuckled. "I like your attitude. I envy the person who scans the Singapore skyline and happens on the sight of you. Quite a feast for the eyes."

She hadn't bothered to put a bra on and her small breasts begged to be kissed. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. He suckled gently at first and then pulled harder on her and finally pinching the erect little nub between his teeth. Mae felt the pain every so slightly and gasped at the sensation. He tightened his fingers around the other nipple and twisted it. A tiny but exquisite jolt shot down her belly and landed directly on her clit which answered by swelling with her desire for him.

Nick moved in slow liquid motion. He lowered her onto the bed and watched her shimmy out of her shorts. She started to remove her miniscule black lace thong, but he stopped her. "Leave it on for now," he murmured as he pulled his own clothes off. "You're the most tempting woman I've ever known." His cock was at full staff. "I love the way you're looking at me."

"I didn't really get a chance to see you the other night." Mae purred out the words as she slid herself to the edge of the bed. "Come here and let me appreciate you." She pulled his cock toward her face and nuzzled her nose into his dense black pubic hair inhaling the man-scent of his sex. One hand cradled his heavy balls while the other stroked up and down his shaft. He groaned with pleasure as she handled him. She traced the ridge where his cockhead met the shaft with her tongue and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for an instant, savoring the first feeling of her mouth caressing his dick. Then he brought his head forward to watch as she licked his cock up and down, her hands working his balls and the shaft, now wet with her saliva. He reached down to gather her hair out of the way so he could watch her. Finally she took him into her mouth and began to suck him off in earnest. He didn't move. She could sense that he was fighting the desire to pump himself into her face. She brought her hands around his ass and began to move his hips for him taking as much of his fat rod into her mouth as she could.

Mae reveled in the obvious bliss her mouth brought to him. She tightened her lips around him and caressed him trying to communicate just how much she wanted to give him the same amazing satisfaction that he gave to her. Suddenly he gently stopped her.

"I don't want to come this way. Not this time. I'd love to surrender to your sweet mouth but not tonight. Another time I'll give you a mouthful...tonight I want to be inside."

Mae obligingly slid into the middle of the bed and made room for his body beside her. He reached down to tug on her thong, bringing the string up between the lips of her pussy. Then he pulled it back and forth across her clit, which seemed to pluck on the taut fabric like a pick on a guitar string; each pass singing out the notes of the passion he brought forth in her.

She felt restraint slip away and pushed him to his back as she stripped off the tiny garment. She climbed onto his hips and impaled herself on his swollen rod. Her knees beside his hips, she started to slowly move her pelvis up and down, punctuating each downward stroke with a satisfying thrust of her pubic bone against his. Her hands braced on his broad chest, now slick with exertion and excitement. With each upward motion, she tightened her pelvic floor to squeeze him inside her and heard his sharp intake of breath in response to every stroke.

Mae was so aroused she lost a sense of their bodies as belonging to 'Nick and Mae'. She entered that zone where nothing exists except cock and cunt and nothing matters but pounding the two together until finally, they explode. She drew her knees further up his torso until she was nearly perpendicular to him and hammered her body into his.

Her orgasm swept over her in violent waves and her face contorted with uncensored extasy. Her breasts bounced violently as she hard-fucked him in the throes of her orgasm and took him to his own release. She pressed herself hard against him, relieving the pressure of her swollen sex and he thrust upward to meet her. She savored the long spurts that rained out of his cock and groaned with the pleasure of it, of him.

***

He kissed the nape of her neck as they lay spooned in the rozy breaking dawn. She murmured her awareness and wiggled her ass into his groin behind her.

"One of us has to get to work this morning, my lovely. I'm afraid that would be me." Nick marveled at the cascade of dark waves above Mae's head on the pillow. He'd always had a 'thing' for long hair and hers was just about as perfect as it got. "You've got a few more days R&R coming. Keep working on that tan."

Mae was slow to wake and could only manage a small growl of displeasure as Nick slipped out of bed, quickly donned his trousers and slung his shirt over his shoulders. He did have to go to work early and was hurrying so the temptation to stay and frolic wouldn't get the better of him. He imagined that he could still smell their sex in the room and his cock gave an involuntary bounce in his boxers. "I'll talk to you later," he said as he kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams."

The taxi ride back to the Elysium was one long, delicious replay of the night before. Nick was besotted with the passion that this woman could call forth in herself and in him. The mental image of her wildly riding him, hair flying, hands pressed against his chest was on a continual loop in his mind. But then another image played its way across the theater of his mind. Mae, barefoot in the kitchen, leaning into the oven to retrieve a casserole. It was an ordinary image that had an extraordinary result. All at once, he could see that same scene with a different background--a farmhouse kitchen in North Carolina.

Nick surprised even himself. He literally shook his head to try to rattle away the ridiculous thought.
Man, the mind is a terrible thing to lose. Remember Nicky-boy--girl chef, down and dirty sex. She's grateful that you saved her ass from freezing to death. She's 'playing nice'. She's used to rolling whatever playboy guest strikes her fancy. It's a nice fancy, that's for sure. But it's a fancy all the same.

She's a career chef in a profession that is doubly hard on women. Sure, she's well-respected, hell, she's likable enough. But she's not looking for your idea of paradise. Stick to the program. Play nice, but don't get involved. You've got a whole lifetime to find someone to share the dream.

By the time the taxi pulled up to the hotel, Nick had gone through the mental masturbation necessary to move Mae back into the box she belonged in. The first thing he did when he got to the office was put in a call to Kurt to find out how much longer he could expect to be pinch-hitting for him.

***

Mae allowed herself to drift for a while in the soft light of morning, sleeping and waking flowed seamlessly into one another for an hour or so until she awoke in earnest. She remembered Nick's kiss good-bye and wasn't really sorry that she didn't have to face the whole 'morning thing' with him just yet. She didn't feel ready to listen to him brush his teeth or take a morning whiz. She, herself, was most assuredly not a morning person and did everything she could to avoid people for at least an hour after she awoke even if it meant getting up early to have that luxury. One of the many attractions of being a chef had been that it is largely not a morning-oriented career. Hotels are an exception, but once you move into the management ranks of the kitchen, no one expects you to be slinging eggs at the ass-crack of dawn.

This morning in particular, Mae was very grateful that there was nothing to compel her to rise and shine. She wanted to take full advantage of lying around for a while just luxuriating in being satisfied.
So, so good. So fine. So sexy. So yummy
. She just kept going over and over how good Nick smelled, how he tasted, even the sounds he made when she touched him.

She smiled at the pleasure he took in the simple meal she had prepared. He was so much like a kid tucking in to that mac and cheese. In spite of the rather European sophistication he projected, it turned out that he was really a fairly down-to-earth guy. She finally did have to admit that he had passion about food--and the right kind of passion at that. They had discussed their views over dinner and discovered that they both found the same pretensions silly, both admired the same schools of thought about food, both disdained the old-school 'Chef's gotta be a drill sergeant' mentality.

He had chided her on that point."But you called me an asshole even when you couldn't remember where you were!"

"True, but I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that you were an asshole," Mae had laughed. "Really, I did think it was inconsiderate of you to just walk out of the kitchen that Thursday at eight o'clock."

"Oh so that's what bothered you!"

"You didn't even say goodnight to anyone."

"Mae, you guys were slammed. I was slap happy with jet lag and would have been all thumbs if I had even tried to pitch in. Besides you guys were kicking ass. I didn't want to do anything to break the rhythm."

Mae had grudgingly had to admit to herself that he was right. There was really nothing he could have done but get in their way.

She sighed.
No I really can't dislike him. I just can't have him. It could be a week, or two, but he's got a whole plan mapped out that he's committed to and before I know it, he'll be gone and on his way to a 'real house' and a restaurant he's going to build the way he wants it to be. I have to respect that. And I know that I brought this on myself. I thought he was a guest. I intended to have a some 'adult playtime' with a handsome stranger. I should enjoy him for what he is. I hope I can. I hope I can let go gracefully. I hope this sadness goes away
.

***

"Right, man. That sounds like a good plan to me." Nick nodded into the phone and listened to his uncle's tale. "Everything's running smoothly here. Not to worry. That little colonel you have is something else."

From the opposite side of the world Kurt laughed out loud into the phone. "She is absolute proof that good things come in small packages. Cool under fire, energetic, and knows her stuff. I'll be really glad to see her again."

"She could have easily taken over for you. I didn't need to drop everything and come here, you know."

"I know that and I appreciate your sacrifice. If it hadn't been for you, the Elysium would have canned me for this stunt. But you know, Nick, I had to find Bernie if for no other reason than to find out why she left."

"Kurt, you don't owe me an explanation. I'm just glad you're coming back. I'm ready to move along."

As Kurt regaled him with the tale of his adventure in Panama, Nick's mind wandered. I
am
ready to move along. I want my farm, I want to watch my ideas take shape, to nurture this dream. I am sick and tired of a thousand different demands and the whole impersonal mega-show these hotels require.

Kurt's return to Singapore would free Nick from what had occupied him for so many weeks. But at the same time, it spelled the end of his time with Mae and that he knew he would regret. After the night at Cess's apartment, they had continued to steal what time they could with each other. Most of it had been late at night after Nick left the Elysium kitchen..

They revisited the pool and the grotto and played again in the dark water. They sneaked up to his suite and frolicked on the king sized bed. And, one night Mae stole into the kitchen at closing and they made Nick's wet-dream come true.

Mae had returned to work a day earlier than the doctor had ordered and during the many daylight hours spent in close proximity, both enjoyed the shared secret of their relationship. Their daily meetings in the morning became an exercise in play-acting and harmless deception that both of them laughed about later when they dropped their work persona and dived into each other's arms. Passing in the kitchen or the pantry, each savored the electric current that arced between them.

By an unspoken agreement, neither one of them discussed the terminal nature of their affair. But Nick's imminent departure hung over them like a mist and produced moments for each of them when things that begged to be expressed were instead suppressed. The consequence was to grant them, in their lovemaking, an abandon and passion neither one of them expected. It was as if in tying their own tongues, they gave their bodies license to mutely sing to each other. And sing they did.