Bianca Stratford was more tired than she could remember being in a long time. Her muscles felt like rubber as she trudged her way up the driveway that lead to her house. The house looked deserted as she stepped up to the front door and used her key in the lock.
Daddy, would be so proud. She thought at seeing she and her sister had remembered to lock the door behind them before they left.
She tugged the door opened tiredly and winced as she raised her arm to do it. The angry redness of her skin blared at her and sounded out loudly in pain every time she tried to move.
It was the reason she was home already, a sunburn that was quickly becoming so uncomfortable all she wanted to do was get into bed and try not to touch anything.
She stepped inside the house and the cool rush of the breeze from the air conditioner hit her immediately drawing a sigh of relief from her lips. Dropping her bag on the table beside the door, she moved carefully into the living room and almost missed the fact that anything was out of place. But before she could circle the couch and flopped down on it for a moment, she saw the blue jeans laying in a heap behind it. Coming a little further round the corner she spotted what looked like another pair of jeans along with a bra and a pair of panties sitting on top of them.
She shuddered and tried to remove the image from her mind before it burned her retinas.
Apparently, Kat was home and she had company.
She remembered a bottle of aloe in the bathroom cabinet and sidetrack her steps that way, hoping it might grant her a little bit of relief.
She found the white t-shirt in the middle of the hall and stopped to stare at it for a few moments, trying not to think about what had happened here while she was gone.
With the bottle of aloe from the bathroom in hand, she made her way into the kitchen, sighing as she stepped over a pair of combat boots and a pair of Kat's boots as well.
Had they really undressed all over the house ?
She flung the kitchen door opened and stepped into the room without a second thought, and stopped immediately as Patrick darted his head out of the refrigerator and turned to look at her with a startled expression on his face. He was standing there holding a tray with various food items on it wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers and a sheepish look on his face.
Her hand went to her hip and she eyed him smugly, trying not to notice how really pretty her sister's boyfriend actually was. " You are so lucky I'm not Dad."
" Hi," he mumbled as he shut the door of the fridge and adjusted the tray in his arms. " We didn't think you'd be home until late."
She glanced down at the blazing redness that covered her chest, shoulder and arms. " I got a little too much sun, decided to come home early."
" Oh," He answered, shifting from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable. " Is there anything we can do it help ? That's looks pretty painful."
She sighed and rolled her eyes at him as she stepped around him to get some water out of the fridge. "
"No, Go on about your business. Just pretend I'm not here. I'll even stay downstairs so I can't hear whatever it is your doing up there." She glanced at his tray and couldn't help but smile as she saw all the things it held.
" Thanks," He said before smiling back at her and shrugging. " We're having Sundaes."
" I see. Naked sundaes apparently." She chuckled. " And I thought Kat didn't approve of processed sugar."
" She doesn't exactly know that we're having sundaes yet." He shrugged again.
" Well, good luck with that." She said snatching a bottle of water from the fridge and stepping around him again. " Will you be emerging from your den of indecency long enough to have dinner ?"
" I'm making dinner actually." He smiled.
" Really ? What are you making that Kat will deem eatable ?"
" I'm making eggplant Parmesan with steamed vegetables Alfredo." He puffed out his chest a little at announcing his menu choice.
Bianca laughed. " That sounds really good. And he cooks, too. We may just have to keep you. Will there be enough for Joey ? I'm not sure if he's coming over or not, but he might when everyone leaves from his house."
He nodded. " They'll be plenty. Invite whoever you want or we'll be eating it all week."
" Don't get too full on your naked sundaes and you might want to collect your clothes from all over the house before dinner." She called over her shoulder as she exited the room.
Patrick was trying very hard not to be absolutely mortified as he watched her leave and readjusted his loaded down tray once again. Embarrassment was not an emotion he was especially familiar with and he hated the burning sensation that was trying to erupt in his cheeks. He didn't blush. Girls blushed. He did not blush.
He backed through the kitchen door and made his way quickly and quietly up the stairs, balancing the tray carefully as he went.
Kat was sitting in the middle of what he was becoming to think of as their bed, still completely naked, holding a textbook in her hands.
She glanced up as he entered. " What took you so long ? I got so bored I started doing homework." She asked, closing the book and tossing it aside.
He closed the door behind him and moved to set the tray down on her desk. " Bianca's home. She's got a bad sunburn. But she promised to stay downstairs so we could have some privacy."
" You talked to my sister ?" She raised her eyebrows at him, " dressed like that ?"
He gave her a sheepish smile. " Not by choice. She just sorted found me at the fridge."
She laughed. " If I didn't know better, I'd say you're blushing."
" I am not. That's stupid, you're stupid." He protested, coming to kneel at the side of the bed and pull her into his arms.
" I missed you." She sighed into him and he could tell she felt like an idiot for making the confession.
" Ah," He pulled her in tighter against him. " That's so sweet. I was gone for all of ten minutes and you missed me."
He was mocking her and she struggled against him, bent on punching him he was sure, but he refused to let her go enough for that. He'd had just about all the violence he wanted from her for a while.
He slid his arms around her back and let one of his hands come up to cradle the back of her head. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
She sank into the kiss immediately, forgetting all about trying to hit him the moment his lips began to caress hers.
One of her arms came around his waist while she rested her other hand on his chest, running her fingers through the dark, coarse curls she found there.
" Love you," He murmured as he moved his lips to her jaw and began to lay of trail of kisses from there down to the base of her throat.
" love you, too." She sighed, " And your ice cream is melting."
He raised up and away from her, remembering his tray of goodies on the desk.
" What exactly is all that ?" She asked, eying it suspiciously as he moved to grab it and bring to the bedside.
" My reward." He told her simply.
Vanilla Bean ice cream, a can of whipped cream, both caramel and chocolate sauces and a bowl of cherries covered the tray.
" Your reward to winning the pillow fight is a sundae ?" She asked, apprehensively. " You forgot to bring a bowl."
" No, my reward for the pillow fight is a naked Kat sundae and I don't require a bowl." He answered, easing up on her slowing.
" A naked Kat sundae ?"
" You'll see." He smiled suggestively.
" No, I get the idea. I'm just not sure I want freezing cold ice cream on me and do you even know how sticky I'll be when this is over." She protested all the while letting him push her down to the bed using nothing but his body towering over her.
" That's what the shower later is for." He said a moment before covering her lips with his once again.
While he kissed her, he reached for the tray and grabbed one of the cherries from the bowl. Then he pulled back long enough to pop it into his mouth. When he kissed her again, his tongue darted at her lips, silently begging her to open them for him. She did without any hesitation and he transferred the cherry to her before taking hold on her tongue and sucking on its tip.
" MMM," She mumbled once he let go of her tongue and moved down to her throat again.
" See, this is going to be fun." He announced, reaching out this time for the squeezable bottom of caramel topping.
He sat back on his heels and opened the top. Then he raised the bottle over her chest. The minute the cold, thick, sticky liquid hit her skin she jerked. But a second later it started to warm up and she relaxed back onto the bed.
He moved the sauce in a careful pattern, stringing a trail over her collarbone, down the center of her chest, circling each of her nipples and leading down to her navel.
Once done, he recapped the bottle and set it aside before turning to look at his handiwork. She looked delicious, and he could barely wait to taste his two favorite flavors combined together, Kat and caramel, he couldn't imagine anything better.
First he reached out and slid his finger through the valley between her breast, a spot where a particularity large amount of the caramel had pool during his administrations.
Scooping up a dollop of the sweetness on his finger, he brought it to his lips and sucked it away teasingly, knowing she was watching him intently. With a sound of great satisfaction, he savored the flavor on his tongue for a moment before leaning over her and using his tongue to trace over the path he'd laid out. He worked slowly, lapping up every drop of the saccharine concoction.
Over her collarbone, down her chest, he moved lazily, swirling his tongue over her skin masterfully, sucking up every drop until her flesh was completely clean of the stickiness.
By the time he reached her breasts, her hands were tightly fisted in her comforter beneath her and she was emitting a low throaty, almost continual series of groans and gasps. Her shoulders were tense and her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she reveled in the feel of his mouth on her.
He came to her breast and spent a few long moments at the spot right between them, right over her breastbone. He nipped at her a couple of times and her hand removed itself from the comforter and found its way to his hair where she buried her fingers and flexed them involuntarily.
" Patrick," She groaned hotly when he moved to her left breast.
She was even louder when he arrived at her right one.
He licked at her skin, following his path down to her navel, carefully cleaning up his mess on the way.
She was squirming now, unable to keep still as he used his mouth to torture her mercilessly.
When he was done with her navel, even going so far as to dip his tongue into the cavern of her bellybutton, making her breaking out in a fit of ticklish giggles, he sat back and looked at for a long moment before reaching back to his tray.
This time he grabbed the ice cream and a spoon.
" This is going to be cold." He warned her before dragging the spoon across the frozen surface of the sugary confection.
Once he had a spoonful, he moved it over her center, turning the spoon upside down so it landed directly over her mound.
She jerked at the coldness, snatching her eyes opened and glaring at him.
He ignored her and took her leg in his hand, moving it over him so that he was now kneeling between her legs instead of beside them, effectively opening her up to his seeking gaze.
Staring down at her, he watched as the ice cream began to melt and trickle down the crevice made where her leg attached to her body. Fascinated by the sight, he lost himself for a time, until she began to wiggle under his scrutiny.
He sat the ice cream aside and took up the chocolate sauce now. Opening it with a flick of his thumb, he raised it just as he had the caramel earlier and let it dribble down over her quivering body. Thick, fat drops of dark brown sweetness splattered over her nether lips, sliding along her skin and leaving a sticky, messy trail in its wake.
Setting that aside without looking away from her, he searched out the whipped cream by feel alone. He uncapped it and gave a few quick shakes before lowering the nozzle almost directly to her skin. Then he began to make designs over her, covering from her dark, curls to her inner thighs in the light, airy goodness.
Done with that, he gave her a smug smirk before snatching another cherry from the bowl and dropping it over his carefully concocted work of art.
" I'm pretty sure this is going to be the best sundae I've ever had." He smiled as he moved back a little more so that he could stretch out on his stomach.
She didn't answer him, too busy quivering and shaking in anticipation to form coherent words.
Her eyes held his as he dipped his head down to her and let his tongue make a quick trail through the decadence of his creation.
She stopped breathing, he noticed because he could no longer hear the sounds of her uneven pants in the quietness of the room.
Starting at her thigh, he worked his way across her tender flesh, eagerly lapping up the whipped cream from her body. He remembered when he was little, he would put the nozzle of the can in his mouth and squirt it directly onto his tongue. But he couldn't ever remember it tasting as good as it did with the underlying taste of her joining it. There was something about her skin, it tasted like honey with just a hint of salt added in and the combination of the three flavors was mind blowing and sinful beyond his imagination.
He swirled his tongue around her thigh, before delving into the hallow made by her leg joining her body. He traced that path, now tasting the added treat of chocolate and ice cream to the already nearly overwhelming flavor assaulting his tongue.
He groaned against her, sending a vibration along her already overly sensitized flesh and she thrashed under him at the feeling.
He wrapped one hand around her thigh to hold her in place as he slid his tongue through her curls and nipped gently to take the cherry into his mouth. Biting down on it to release its flavor, he chewed it for a moment before darting his tongue back out to her body.
He closed his mouth over her sex this time, sucking up a great deal of the gooey mess that covered her body.
She arched her back and let out her breath at the same time. His name fell from her lips again and he reveled in the sound of it so low and throaty and desperate.
Removing his mouth from her to readjust, he returned quickly and this time used his tongue to carefully delved into her folds. Parting her lips artfully, he found the hidden of bundle of nerves there and flicked the tip of his tongue across it, sending a shudder all the way through her body. He could visibly see the goosebumps formed by his ministrations covering her skin and the sight was intoxicating.
He brought his free hand up and gingerly inserted his finger into her body while his tongue continued to graze over her center. He curved his finger and gave it a little wiggle that nearly sent her off the bed. He held her tightly, keeping her in place as he watched in fascination while she came completely undone for him.
He had never seen anything more beautiful, she thrashed against his finger and undulated her hips to press his mouth more firmly onto her. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and the look on her face was something close to pain filled. But the sounds coming from her slightly parted lips were far from agony inspired.
When he stopped grazing his tongue over her and began to suck on the tiny pearl at the center of her body, she bit her lip in an attempt to keep from crying out loud. By the time he let a second finger join the first one she was arching into him with all the strength in her body and panting uncontrollably.
Then he removed both fingers and delved his tongue into her depths, unable to resist the thought of tasting her any longer. He used his finger now to stroke her in tiny circles while he reveled in the taste of her mixed with the sweetness of the ice cream and the bitterness of the chocolate. It was almost more than he could take. Sensory overload, the sound of her moans, the taste of her essence, the velvety soft feel of her under his tongue, the smell of her arousal, the sight of her laid out in front of him bucking uncontrollably under his touch. It was too much.
Then suddenly, she let out a loud growl and her entire body tensed at once. He felt her inner walls convulsing around his tongue and he tried to bury it deeper so he could feel more.
It was amazing the way she let herself go for him. Certainly not at all like she normally was. He was a witness to something so precious and special he couldn't help but feel privileged by the gift she was granting him. To see her lose control, to see Kat completely unabashed and shameless because of what he was doing to her, that was something he would never be able to forget.