Kiss the Chef (US Edition) Ch. 02

The sun was setting over the Manhattan skyline as Alexandra Daddario stepped out onto the crowded rooftop party. Music was playing and laughter filled the air as New York's elite mingled on the open-air terrace. Alexandra smiled and nodded as she weaved her way through the crowd, accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

She made her way over to the side of the rooftop to take in the sweeping city views. As she leaned against the railing, a server approached with a tray of beautifully arranged canapés. "Hors d'oeuvre, miss?" the young man asked with a shy smile. Alexandra glanced up and met his gaze - he was classically handsome with kind eyes and she guessed he was in his late twenties.

"Don't mind if I do," she said, smiling back at him warmly. She picked up one of the delicate snacks - an endive leaf topped with goat cheese and a hint of truffle oil. "Mmm, delicious," she remarked after tasting it. "Did you make these yourself?"

The young chef nodded, blushing slightly. "Yes I did, I'm glad you like them." Alexandra found his shyness rather endearing.

"Well, feel free to bring me more, these are incredible," she said with a flirtatious laugh. She gently touched his arm. "I'll be right here waiting."

The chef's eyes lit up at the attention from the beautiful actress. "No problem, I'll be back soon," he replied eagerly before disappearing back through the crowd.

Alexandra decided to follow the handsome young chef and see where he was working. She weaved through the crowd until she spotted him behind a table arranging more hors d'oeuvres.

"There you are," she said playfully as she approached his station. "I hope you weren't trying to slip away before bringing me more of those delicious snacks."

The chef looked up, surprised and flustered to see her there. "Oh, uh no - I was just restocking and prepping more food," he stammered.

Alexandra gave him a flirty smile. "Good," she said, leaning on the table casually. "I'd love if you could make me something special that's not on the regular menu." She lightly traced her finger along the countertop. "Any suggestions for what you can whip up for me?"

The shy chef blushed deeply at her forwardness. "Um, well - I could try making you some mini crab cakes or seared scallops?" he offered tentatively.

"Oooh scallops sound perfect," Alexandra said enthusiastically. She tilted her head and looked into his eyes. "I just love a man who's good with his hands in the kitchen."

The poor chef was so flustered he nearly dropped the ingredients he had gathered. Alexandra couldn't help but giggle. She was enjoying teasing his shyness perhaps a little too much.

"I'll leave you to it then," she said with a wink before disappearing back into the crowd. The chef stared after her, equal parts thrilled and nervous by the attention. With slightly trembling hands, he hurried to prepare the scallops, hoping to impress the beautiful actress.

He quickly seared two large scallops to golden perfection and artfully plated them with a drizzle of lemon vinaigrette. His heart pounded as he brought the dish over to where Alexandra was waiting.

"For you, miss," he said, presenting her with the scallops.

"Why thank you..." Alexandra paused expectantly.

"Oh! I'm Michael," the chef replied, realizing he hadn't properly introduced himself.

"Well, Michael, these scallops look incredible," Alexandra said as she enthusiastically tasted one. "Mmm...simply delicious. You have some serious talent."

Michael blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, I'm so glad you like them."

Alexandra smiled. She grabbed a napkin and quickly jotted down a hotel name and room number before handing it to Michael with a flirtatious wink. "I'm staying here while I'm in town. Maybe you could swing by later and cook me up something else tasty?"

Michael's eyes went wide in surprise, but he nodded. "I'd love to," he said eagerly.

"Wonderful," Alexandra said, gently touching his arm again. "I'll see you later then, handsome."

With that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd once more, leaving the chef holding the napkin with her hotel information. Michael couldn't believe his luck - the most beautiful woman at the party had just invited him to her room later. He was nervous but excited about some one-on-one time with the lovely actress. Folding the napkin carefully, he tucked it into his pocket and tried to focus on finishing up his duties at the evening.

Once the final dishes were cleaned and counters wiped down, he found himself hailing a cab with trembling fingers. The drive seemed an eternity, each second winding him tighter with anticipation.

When at last he arrived, he bypassed the opulent lobby to take the elevator straight to her floor. His heart pounded as he knocked upon her door, wondering if she'd change her mind. But when she answered clad in nothing but a satin robe, the hunger in her eyes matched his own.

"I'm so glad you came," Alexandra murmured, pulling him inside. The door closed behind them with a definitive click.

As the door shut, Alexandra took Michael's hands in hers, rubbing soothing circles over his tense knuckles. "Relax, darling," she cooed. "There's no need to be nervous."

Though his face flamed scarlet, Michael managed a shy smile. "H-How can I not be, with a goddess like you?"

Alexandra chuckled softly. "You flatter me. But there's no pressure, I promise." She leaned in to steal a languid kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips. "Mmm. You're delicious."

Michael's eyes fluttered shut on a soft moan. When he opened them again, his desire overpowered his hesitance. "Show me how to please you," he breathed, voice thick with want.

"With time," Alexandra purred, running her hands over his chest to feel his racing heart. "For now, let's take this slow. There's no rush - we have all night."

She guided him to the bed, easing him down and crawling over his prone form. Peppering his face with gentle pecks, she made quick work of his clothes between kisses.

Alexandra took her time peeling away Michael's layers, letting her hands wander to learn each new expanse of skin bared to her gaze. His breathing hitched as she dragged his shirt up his torso, her nails scraping lightly to raise goosebumps in their wake.

When he was bare from the waist up, she leaned down to lavish attention on his neck with open-mouthed kisses. Michael gasped and squirmed beneath her ministrations, already half-hard within his trousers. Alexandra soothed him with tender nips and licks, then trailed her lips lower between his pebbled nipples.

As she circled each pert bud with her tongue, Michael couldn't hold back a needy whimper. His hands clenched into the sheets for want of something to cling to as waves of pleasure wracked his frame. Alexandra grinned against his skin, relishing his responsiveness.

Once his nipples were rosy and aching, she continued her descent to worry the jut of each rib with tiny bites. By the time she reached the waistband of his pants, Michael was leaking precome and writhing with unfulfilled desire.

With a gentle touch, Alexandra unfastened each button of Michael's slacks with practised finesse. As more and more skin was exposed, she couldn't resist dipping her fingers inside to tease him through the thin fabric of his briefs.

Each fleeting contact drew a hitch of breath from Michael, his erection straining proudly against its confines. Alexandra smiled, her own arousal growing in response to his undisguised desire.

Finally easing his trousers and underwear away, she gasped softly at the heavy length now bared to her gaze. Michael's cock stood proudly from his body, thick and flush with blood. She marvelled at his impressive size, already larger than most fully hard.

"You really are a work of art," Alexandra purred, wrapping her fingers delicately around his girth. Michael moaned at her hot touch, his hips bucking of their own accord into her grasp. She stroked him with firm, twisting motions from root to tip, fascinated by every ridge of veins and swirling patterns of skin.

Her own sex pulsed at the thought of taking him fully inside. But for now, she was content exploring him with her hands, learning each sensitive spot to bring him ever closer to ecstasy.

As Alexandra worked Michael's length with her skilled hands, his moans grew louder and more wanton. "P-Please, I'm so close," he begged, hips canting helplessly into her touch.

She shushed him gently. "Patience, darling. There's no need to rush." Her grip tightened fractionally, drawing a cry from his lips. Looking down with hooded eyes, she commanded, "Tell me what you want."

Michael trembled, overcome with sensation. "I-I want to taste you," he gasped out. "May I use my mouth to please you?"

Alexandra smiled, pleased with his eagerness. "Ask nicely," she teased, speeding her strokes to bring him to the brink.

"Please, Goddess, let me worship you," Michael pleaded, eyes dark with desire. "I need to feel you on my tongue."

"Since you asked so sweetly..." Alexandra released him, swinging a leg over his head. She lowered herself to straddle his mouth, already dripping with need. "Show me how well that talented tongue can work," she purred, reaching down to take his cock in hand once more.

Groaning at her first taste, Michael lapped greedily at her folds, lavishing attention on her swollen clit. Alexandra cried out, grinding down onto his face as she jacked him off in unison. Lost in the dual sensations, they spiralled ever higher towards bliss.

As Alexandra's release crested, her thighs clamped down on either side of Michael's head. She rode his tongue furiously through wave after wave of ecstasy, until she collapsed sated and shuddering above him.

Beneath her, Michael was a quivering mess. Her skilled hand working his cock had brought him to the brink time and again, only to back off each time just before sweet release. By now he was leaking a constant stream, balls drawn impossibly tight with pent-up passion.

"Please, let me come," he begged hoarsely, bucking helplessly into her grip. "I need it so badly."

Alexandra smiled down at him with lidded eyes, still buzzing from her own climax. "Not yet, darling. The night is still young," she purred.

Tightening her fist, she pumped him mercilessly - but as he cried out and was about to spill his seed, her hand retreated, leaving him hanging on the very edge of rapture once more. Michael sobbed in frustration, cock throbbing untouched.

"You'll come when I say. And not before." Alexandra leaned down to seal his protest with a searing kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Michael whimpered softly into Alexandra's kiss, utterly undone with need. When she pulled away, he gazed up at her with eyes like a worshipful fawn's - trusting yet pleading.

Alexandra smiled, running gentle fingers through his hair. "You've been so good to me, my darling. But I think it's your turn to receive some pleasure now."

Reaching behind, she untied her robe to reveal her ample breasts, nipples already pebbled into tight buds. Michael's breath caught at the glorious sight, mouth-watering to taste her bounty.

"I know how much men enjoy these," Alexandra purred, taking one rosy peak between thumb and forefinger to roll it tenderly. "Would you like a taste, my dear?"

Michael could only nod fervently, transfixed by the mesmerizing sight. At her nod, he surged up to wrap his lips around her waiting nipple, suckling deep. Alexandra sighed in bliss, threading her fingers through his hair to guide him.

As he lavished attention on one plump mound, his free hand came up to knead and fondle its twin. Alexandra praised his eagerness, rocking her breasts into his eager mouth. Alexandra's breath hitched as pleasure sparked anew within her. Michael's devotion to her breasts was stoking the flames of her desire once more.

When she could bear the exquisite sensations no longer, she tugged his head away gently by the hair. His lips were puffy and slick with saliva, eyes blown black with lust.

"You've learned your lessons well, my darling," Alexandra praised, trailing a finger down his chest to wrap around his engorged length. Even in her loose grip, Michael keened and bucked at her merest touch.

Her breasts, flushed and glistening from his ministrations, begged for more attention. Smiling wickedly, Alexandra lowered her chest to surround his aching member with her bountiful cleavage.

Michael cried out at the heavenly feel of her soft flesh cradling his rigid flesh. Alexandra urged his hips forward, encouraging him to thrust between her mounds. As he complied, she worked her breasts up and down his length with practised skill.

"Does this feel good, my darling?" she cooed, tightening her grip to rub the leaking tip against her nipple. Michael could only keen and thrust helplessly, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Soon he would shatter in her grip, if she allowed it.

With Michael quivering on the brink of orgasm between her breasts, Alexandra took pity on him at last. She increased the tempo of her strokes, squeezing her plush flesh around his swollen length to coax sweet release.

"Come for me, darling," she crooned, nipping lightly at the flushed crown peeking from her cleavage with each buck of his hips. "I want to taste you."

Her words were all it took to shatter Michael's restraint. With a cry, he pulsed thick ropes of seed across her chest, painting her glistening skin in pearlescent stripes. Alexandra milked him through it all, eyes darkening anew as she watched his passion spent.

Once his cock had softened in her grasp, she lifted a finger to her lips, swirling it through the pearly mess. Michael groaned at the erotic sight, cock twitching weakly in aftershocks.

Alexandra hummed in delight. "You taste divine, my darling."

"You've pleased me so well tonight. But our dance has only just begun..." She leaned in for a searing kiss, sharing the musky flavour between them. As their kiss ended, Alexandra sank back amidst the pillows with a sigh, cheeks flushed and breasts still painted with glistening stripes.

Michael followed, capturing her lips once more hungrily as desire reignited within. His cock was already stirring again, eager to please this intoxicating goddess further.

When next they parted, Alexandra spread her thighs in open invitation. "Won't you taste me again, darling?" she breathed huskily, reaching down to part slick pink folds. "I'm so wet for you..."

Michael gazed down in awe at Alexandra's glistening sex, swollen pink petals agape to reveal her innermost charms. Her clit peeked out from its hood, flushed and aching, as a thatch of neat brown curls framed the glorious view.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed reverently, dipping his head to inhale her heady scent. Honey and musk washed over his senses, making his already-stiffening cock twitch in interest.

Alexandra keened softly even at his gentle breath, parting her thighs further in wordless plea. Her curls were damp with her arousal, small drops clinging like dewy jewels.

Michael couldn't resist any longer. Parting her folds with thumbs, he groaned at the bounty revealed, glistening and rosy within. Taking a broad stroke from entrance to sensitive nub, he shuddered at the heavenly flavour exploding across his taste buds.

Alexandra cried out, tangling her fingers tight in his hair to urge his mouth ever closer. As his tongue delved to taste her innermost secrets, she ground her hips against his face, lost in the exquisite sensations of his devoted worship.

With Alexandra's fingers twisting eagerly in his locks, Michael set to work devouring her quivering sex. He lapped greedily at her juices, fluttering his tongue over her swollen clit until she was bucking against his mouth.

When he slipped a finger inside her velvet channel, Alexandra threw her head back with a keening wail. "Yes, just like that!" She fucked herself on his digit as he sucked her clit, building rapidly towards the peak.

Michael curled his finger to stroke her sweet spot while taking her nub fully between his lips. Alexandra shattered around him with a shriek, walls clenching his finger in pulsing waves. He lapped up her essence hungrily through every aftershock, prolonging her rapture.

As she floated down, Alexandra urged his mouth back up her body for a searing kiss. She could taste her own passion on his lips and tongue. "You're a natural, darling," she sighed blissfully. "But I believe I promised you another reward for your efforts..."

Alexandra reached down between them, wrapping her delicate fingers around Michael's renewed hardness. She delighted in the shiver that passed through his body as she stroked his thick length, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the flushed tip.

Guiding him onto his back, Alexandra straddled his hips and positioned herself above his cock. She smiled down at him sultrily, taking in his flushed cheeks and lust-darkened eyes. Reaching behind, she spread her still-glistening folds and circled her entrance with his engorged head, coating him in her slickness.

Michael groaned at the intimate contact, hands coming to rest on her swaying hips as he watched himself disappear within her. Alexandra slowly lowered herself down, breath hitching at the delicious stretch. When he was fully sheathed, she took a moment to savour the feeling of being so intimately filled.

"Now it's my turn to use this magnificent cock for my pleasure," she sighed, rolling her hips in a tight circle. "Are you ready to dance with me again, darling?"

As Alexandra began to slowly raise and lower herself on Michael's thick length, they both moaned softly at the exquisite friction. He filled her so completely she could feel herself clenching around his girth with every movement.

Bracing her palms on his sculpted chest, Alexandra gradually increased her tempo. Michael's hands came up to caress her bouncing breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples just hard enough to draw gasps from her kiss-swollen lips.

The sight of this goddess riding his cock with abandon soon had Michael clutching at her hips, meeting each downward grind with shallow thrusts of his own. Alexandra cried out encouragement, bouncing faster on his length until their flesh made slick slapping noises.

"You feel so good inside me, darling," she panted, fingers finding her clit to rub tight circles. The added stimulation sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and soon her walls were fluttering around Michael's cock.

As Alexandra's skilled movements drove them both to new heights of ecstasy, Michael felt her inner walls begin to spasm tightly around his throbbing length. She threw her head back with a keening wail, fingers furiously working her swollen clit.

The feel of her climax gripping him with pulsing ripples like a velvet vice was his undoing. With a guttural groan, Michael thrust up hard as ropes of hot seed erupted from him to fill her quim.

Alexandra shuddered through the aftershocks, grinding her hips in slow circles to milk every last drop from him. As his cock began to soften inside her, the intimate contact of their climaxing flesh sent aftershocks crackling through them both.

Collapsing together in a sweat-sheened tangle, they panted to catch their breath. Michael could feel Alexandra's inner walls still fluttering weakly around his sensitive member, clenched tight within her.

As their heart rates slowed, sated smiles spread across their kiss-bruised lips. Skin to slippery skin, they drifted down from cloud nine in a blissfully wrung-out embrace.

As their breathing slowed, Alexandra lifted her head to meet Michael's eyes with a sated smile.

"You truly are a work of art, darling," she purred, running her hands along the lines of his sculpted torso. "That was utterly divine."