AN: Bonus chapter. NEED MORE POWERSTONES.
SMUT ALERT
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[10:00 PM] [Alex's Penthouse] [Kitchen]
Scarlett stood barefoot on the cool tile floor, wearing one of Alex's oversized shirts and a pair of soft shorts that barely peeked out beneath the hem. Her hair was tied up in a messy twist, strands already falling free. She was stirring something in a pan, trying to concentrate, but Alex's presence behind her made it difficult.
He was close. Too close. And he knew it.
"Why do I feel like you are planning something naughty?" she said without turning.
"Oh, no. Not at all. I'm just supervising," he replied, resting his chin briefly on her shoulder. "Also, admiring."
She smirked. "You're distracting."
"That's the plan."
His hands found her waist. Light touch. Playful grip. Scarlett tried to keep her eyes on the pan, but his fingers started tracing small circles on her hipbone, and she lost her train of thought.
"You keep that up," she said, "and something's going to burn."
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Hopefully not dinner."
She elbowed him gently and turned around, brandishing a wooden spoon like a weapon.
"Back off, chef."
Alex grinned and stepped back, holding up his hands. He dipped a spoon into the melted chocolate on the counter, took a slow taste, then looked at her.
"Want some?"
She crossed her arms. "I see that look. That's your dangerous face."
He stepped closer. She didn't move. He dipped his fingers into the melted chocolate again and brought them close. But instead of feeding her, he reached forward and gently smeared a line of chocolate along her neck.
Scarlett gasped, then laughed. "Alex!"
He was already leaning in.
His lips brushed the chocolate trail. A kiss. Then a slow lick that made her knees soften.
She giggled, tilting her head. "That's so unfair."
"Fair went out the window a long time ago."
Her fingers found his collar and pulled him close. They kissed, slow and teasing at first. Then their tongue got involved. It was a sweet little kiss.
She pulled back just enough to whisper, "You better not forget the pasta."
Alex kissed the corner of her mouth. "What pasta?"
Scarlett laughed again, then grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him toward the counter. "Okay, kitchen god. Chop those tomatoes before I kiss you again and we forget food exists."
He grabbed a knife, smiling. "Deal. But next time I smear chocolate, it's going somewhere more interesting."
Scarlett smirked, "You say that like I'd object."
Alex gave her a look, the kind that said> 'Careful, I might test that theory.' He reached for the tomatoes, slicing with a practiced rhythm. Scarlett turned back to her pan, stirring the simmering sauce with one hand, stealing glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
The pasta boiled, steam rising. The sauce thickened in Scarlett's pan, its rich aroma mixing with garlic and herbs, making the whole kitchen smell like a five-star trattoria.
Alex wiped his hands on a dish towel and slid a plate closer. Scarlett leaned in to taste the sauce with a small spoon, letting out a quiet hum of approval.
He watched her with that half-smile of his. "You make that noise again and I'm taking you right here on the countertop."
She gave him a look, playful but with a warning in her eye. "Focus, chef. The sauce needs stirring. I need to keep my pants on. And the pasta is almost ready."
Alex turned back to the stove, obedient for the moment. "Yes, ma'am."
Scarlett slid behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back. "You know… no matter how many times I watch you do this, I still can't believe it."
He glanced over his shoulder. "Do what?"
"Cook. Like this. Real cooking. From scratch. No delivery. No flex. Just... you." Her voice was soft now. Honest.
He stirred the sauce gently. "I started young. Didn't have a choice. And I like it. It slows me down. Makes me feel... normal. Wait! I've already said that many times. Yet, you keep saying the same thing."
Scarlett held him tighter for a second, then pulled back just enough to grab two plates and set them on the counter.
"I like that about you," she said.
Alex turned the burner off and drained the pasta, steam curling up around his forearms. He plated it with ease, sauce spooned over each dish like he'd done this a thousand times. Which, he had.
She took their plates, carried them to the dining table, and dropped onto one of the stools. Alex joined her. He brought the melted chocolate bowl and placed it on the table for certain reasons.
Halfway through her first bite, Scarlett looked up, voice quieter.
"You know, maybe someday, if you ever ask me to move in with you..." she trailed off, twisting her fork through another bite, "...you could cook for me every night."
Alex stopped mid-chew. He looked up, blinked once, then smiled slowly.
"You saying you'd say yes?"
She shrugged with a grin. "Depends. What's on the menu?"
He leaned across the counter slightly. "Whatever you want. Every night. For as long as you'll stay."
Scarlett's eyes lingered on his face for a second longer than necessary, then she smiled, subtle and sweet. "Good answer."
They ate in a stretch of comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people had nothing left to prove. Then the foreplay began. Scarlett moved her feet and began to trail them on his leg, slowly moving up. Alex simply let her do whatever she was planning. Scarlett's feet touched his groin area, making Alex take a sharp breath in. Then Scarlett smiled a little, satisfied she had made him react.
"Scarlett..." Alex muttered in a low tone.
She didn't reply, instead choosing to smile innocently. Then she slowly moved her feet up, rubbing his cock with her toes. His cock was already hard in his pants.
"Mumm~ Would you look at that," Scarlett said teasingly as she took a spoonful of her pasta. "Someone's excited."
Alex let out a soft grunt as she rubbed his cock. He couldn't concentrate on the food at all anymore.
"You tease..." he muttered.
Scarlett smirked at him, then pulled her feet away. She ate another bite of her pasta, looking at him again, her expression filled with mischief.
"Oh, c'mon," He mumbled under his breath.
Scarlett simply laughed at his reaction. Then they continued to eat. Scarlett then suddenly dropped her fork, "Oops, how clumsy of me," she said, looking into his eyes with a sly smile.
"Allow me," Alex went under the table, and she was already spreading her legs wide for him. He moved closer, kissing her thighs gently, leaving small love marks. Then he pulled her shorts down, revealing her clean-shaven pussy. It was wet. Soaked, actually. He could see how turned on she was from the way the insides of her thighs were wet.
"Wait a second," Scarlett whispered.
She reached for the bowl of melted chocolate, scooping up a spoonful. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked onto his. Slowly, she drizzled the chocolate over her pussy, the rich, dark liquid contrasting against her pale skin. She let out a soft moan at the sensation, her body arching slightly.
"Enjoy your dessert," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from her folds. She tasted sweet, like the chocolate mixed with her own desire. He could feel her tremble as he licked, his tongue exploring every inch of pussy.
"Mumm~ Haaa...!" She moaned louder, her hands gripping his hair, guiding him. He looked up, their eyes meeting. He could see the hunger in her gaze, matching his own. He continued to lick, to taste, to please, until she was writhing beneath him, her body tensing as she reached her peak.
He didn't stop there, though. He kept going, kept licking, his tongue moving faster and faster, pushing her to new heights. She was practically shaking now, one more lick and...
"Fuck!" She squirted on his face, her juices mixing with the chocolate. He licked it up, savoring the taste, not wanting to miss a single drop.
Scarlett slumped back in her chair, breathing heavily.
Alex emerged from beneath the table, a satisfied grin on his face. He licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste of her.
"Well, that was delicious," he said with a smirk.
Scarlett smiled at him, a sated smile, her eyes half-closed. She took a deep breath and looked at him.
"Glad you enjoyed your dessert," she replied with a wink.
He walked over and kissed her deeply, their tongues mingling, sharing her taste. They broke apart, both breathless.
"What about my dessert?" Scarlett asked, her hand trailing down to his groin. She could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants, and she bit her lip in anticipation. She quickly went to her knees and looked up at him.
Alex pulled down his pants and took off his shirt. His cock sprang out and stopped right before the tip of her nose. She could smell his manly scent, and she felt herself getting wet again. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his thick member, stroking him slowly.
"Hard as always, I see," She said before licking the tip of his cock slowly. Her tongue circled around his tip, teasing him.
"Can you blame me? With you around?" He let out a groan as she started to suck his cock, taking more and more of him into her mouth.
"Fuck," He muttered under his breath, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Your mouth feels so good."
Scarlett smiled to herself as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking more of him into her mouth each time. She could taste his precum. It turned her on even more.
"Yes," He moaned as her tongue teased his shaft. His hips started to buck, pushing him deeper into her throat.
She continued to suck him off, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the pleasure on his face, the way he was losing control. It turned her on more than she could ever say. Her left hand was already down, rubbing her clit as she sucked his cock. She was getting close again, too. The feeling of him in her mouth, the taste of him, it was driving her crazy.
"Fuck," He groaned again, "If you keep sucking that hard, I'm gonna cum."
Scarlett didn't stop. She kept going, taking him deeper into her throat. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his seed sliding down her throat. The sloppy sound and gagging sound of her throat filled the whole room. She was watching him lose control, watching him succumb to the pleasure.
"Argg, Scar. I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his tip. With one final thrust, he exploded, filling her mouth with his hot, sticky seed.
"Mumm~" Her eyes widened as she struggled to keep it in her mouth. It was too much. The cum was leaking from the corner of her mouth.
As soon as he pulled out of her mouth, she closed her eyes and gulped everything down. She could feel the warmth of his cum as it slid down her throat, filling her belly with its heat. She opened her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Delicious," She purred, licking her lips clean.
Alex let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Scarlett smirked. "I've been told. Now, how about we finish our dinner?"
Well, they ate naked.
After dinner, Alex went to the sink to clean the dishes, still butt naked. Scarlett went behind and hugged him tightly, pressing her now, naked body against his back.
"What's that for?" Alex asked as he scrubbed a bowl.
"For being you. For making me feel... like I'm home," Scarlett said, kissing his back.
Alex chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment."
She then moved her hand and grabbed his cock. It was still hard even though he had came just a few minutes back. She then began to stroke him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. She could feel him growing even harder in her hand, his cock pulsing with need. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, enjoying her soft palms.
Alex let out a low groan, leaning back into Scarlett's embrace. He could feel her soft boobs and hard nipples pressing against his back.
Scarlett kept on stroking him, her rhythm steady and sure. Alex's breath hitched, his hips moving in sync with her hand. He could feel another orgasm building, the sensation overwhelming. She then used her left hand.
"Dang! Faster," He moaned.
Scarlett was now using both hands, pumping him faster, her grip tightening as she felt his body tense.
For the next five minutes, she kept it up, increasing the speed with each passing minute...
She could feel his cock throbbing in her hands, ready to explode. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Cum for me, honey," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. That was all it took. With a final, deep groan, Alex came...
His body convulsed as hot, sticky cum spilled from his cock, coating Scarlett's hands, splattering the basin and dripping onto the floor. She continued to stroke him fast, drawing out his pleasure until he was completely spent. Finally, she rubbed her thumb ...over the sensitive tip, making Alex jerk slightly. "Holy shit, Scar," he breathed out, his body trembling with aftershocks.
Scarlett chuckled, "What?" She began to rub his tip, making him jumpy. "Sensitive?"
Alex let out a laugh as he leaned back into Scarlett's touch. "You're evil, you know that?" he said, his voice still breathless. He turned around to face her, his eyes sparkling with amusement and lingering desire.
Scarlett kissed his chest, "I love you."
Alex's eyes softened at her words, and he cupped her face gently. "I love you too, Scar. More than you love me." He joked.
"I'll hit you," She giggled.
"I'd like to see you try," he teased, pulling her closer. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, their hearts beating in sync. "But seriously, Scar, I love you. Will always love you, no matter what." He leaned in, kissing her forehead.
"So, do you remember what we promised back then? You know... the gift I wanted from you?" She whispered in his arms.
A few months back, Alex asked what she'd like for her birthday. Scarlett said that she'd like him to take her virginity on her birthday night. Then laughed, saying that Alex might not be able to hold back for that long. And Alex decided to make a bet with her that he'll hold back till her birthday. The loser would have to do anything the winner wants.
She remembered how hard he was when they slept together that night. How his breathing became heavy when he held her. How his hands trembled when he touched her. She loved how he fought the urge to fuck her senseless that night.
"Of course I do," Alex murmured as he pulled back, looking down into her eyes.
"Do you remember when my birthday is?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Next Saturday. What? You thought I'd forget? I remember everything you ever said or did," Alex replied with a cheeky grin.
"Good answer," she purred, biting her lip. "So, about that bet..."
"What about it?" He asked.
"It's still on, right?" She asked, shifting her body as his cock touched her belly button.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"So... What are you going to ask? You'll win, that's for sure," Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Alex pretended to think for a bit before answering, "I'll give you two choices. First is anal, and second is... group sex with Max, Caroline and Lilly, if she wants. You choose."
Her eyes widened, "Wow, Alex. I never thought you'd be such a pervert!"
He raised an eyebrow, "Says the one who wanted to have a threesome with Max."
She giggled, "It's her fault. She gave me that weird cookie. But fair point. It brought out my inner fetish. Desire. Whatever you call it. Anyway, what if I say both?"
"Both?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's greedy, Scar."
"I'll be the birthday girl. I get to choose." She winked playfully.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll do both, but only because it's you. Happy?"
"You are impossible," She shook her head, laughing. "But yes, very happy."
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