The voices rang loud. Everyone screaming happy new year. Taron knew I hated crowds and noisy places. But for some reason he insisted on dragging me here. I looked up at his face to see him wincing along with me at the screaming drunk audience. My legs flexed as I stood on my tippy toes to leave a quick kiss on his lips. "Happy new years baby. May we never have a year as bad as this one." He laughed at my comment as his hands cupped my face. "I love you y/n. Don't forget that." My feet planted back onto the ground as I shook my head.

"How could I forget when you remind me all the time?" Grabbing the collar of his shirt I pulled him down so his ear was next to my lips. "Can we go home so I can remind you how much I love you?" His eyes squinted and his mouth laid agape. "Lead the way."

Sweaty adults were all around me. Pushing through the party crowd was not an easy task. Thankfully Taron realised that a woman of my stature couldn't pass copious amounts of drunken party goers so he lead the way. "Excuse me, pardon me." His accent still amazed me after years of dating. Normal words were almost sinful when they came from his lips.

"Love, do you want to stop and pick up some food? I really don't feel like cooking." Taron pouted making me laugh. "Of course you big baby. I'm thinking greasy chicken with gravy and fries on the side. OH! And those cheesy thingies you got me last time." He wore the look of amusement well. "Jesus you have the appetite of a man." I laughed with him, the fact he wasn't wrong made it even funnier.

My eyes widened at how exspensive the food was. "Twenty six dollars!? What the fuck did we get?" His brows furrowed at the receipt. "2 chicken breasts with two sides of fries, cheese wedges, 2 sides of gravy." He continued to list off everything we got as I sunk down in my seat. "Is that all right?" He looked over at me with concern. I fumbled with my purse trying to pull out my wallet. "Y/n no I'm paying it's fine."

"Taron you only got a salad. I'm paying for it. I used up half the ticket space." He laughed but didn't fight because he knew he wouldn't win. Once the food was in the car I securely sat everything in my lap. Soon locking my free hand around Tarons. His right hand staying on the steering wheel. 70s music played through the radio nicely accompanying Tarons beautiful singing. Before I knew it we were home.

"Okay I'll get the bags out of the back you get the food." Sliding the meals over to Taron he sent a quick nod my way. "Yes ma'am." He shut the car door with his ass making me chuckle. Taron's frame disappeared into the house while I drug the bags out of the car. The hatch made a loud thud behind me as I struggled with the plastic handles. The moment my feet passed the front doorway the bags hit the floor. "I'll put those up later I'm too hungry right now." Taron groaned.

I couldn't be bothered to argue as I looked at him. The tight blue denim hugged his thighs in a way that was almost criminal. "Since when do we eat at the kitchen table? We always sit on the couch and eat on the coffee table." I questioned the man sitting at the large glass surface. "Since I'm too lazy to clean up the mess we'll leave on the couch." Tarons smile made me forget my hunger for food and reminded me of my hunger for him. A couple of blinks and a shake of my head helped rid the dirty thoughts. I helped pass the food out and soon found my seat next to him.

"Shit!" I looked up from my untouched food to see what the outburst was about. The bright stain on Tarons white shirt was enough to make me stifle a laugh. "I'll be right back don't start without me." His lips pressed against my head causing me to hum in affection. Taron made his way to the laundry room as I sat alone by the table. My reflection in the glass stared back at me. Sticking my tounge out and crossing my eyes like a child I heard a laugh behind me. "Are you making silly faces at yourself?" Scoffing I turned in my seat to find Taron shirtless. My lungs forgot their job as blood rushed to my thighs.

"Uh Y-eah I am what's it to you?" He laughed once more. "I just think you're adorable that's all." Before I could answer back he began to eat his food. My appetite for food was gone. Eyeing the hair on his chest I crossed my legs trying to conjure up as much pressure as possible. "You are going to have to put a shirt on." He put his fork down and looked at me. "I always go shirtless around the house. What's wrong now?" I rolled my eyes at his state of confusion as he took another bite of his salad. "Because I want to eat you instead of my chicken." Taron began to choke on his food. My words taking him way off guard.

"W-what?" A couple of coughs later he finally fixed his airway. "You heard me." My words were calm and low. Almost begging for a reaction. When he didn't respond I pushed my chair back and my knees met the cold floor. Crawling over to him as he watched me through the table. My fingers played with his buckle and zipper. His pants soon rested against his ankles. Licking a stripe up the fabric caused his milk colored thighs to shake. "Fuck y/n."  He soon moved all the food out of his way so he could get a perfect view of me beneath him. My kitten licks continued as his erection stiffened.

Tarons hand soon found my hair. One hand played with the strands while the other hand quickly freed himself from the tight briefs. I licked up following the large vein on the bottom of his cock. Swirling my tounge around the tip as I listened to his laboured breathing. Leaving kisses down his shaft my lips danced around his thighs. "God damnit y/n stop teasing." A chuckle left my lungs as I thought of a reply. "What's the fun in that?"

He let go of my hair and pushed his seat back. The sound of the chair scratching the wood was horrid to say the least. "Get up." I bit my lip knowing I was in for it. "No..." It almost came out as a whimper. Oh I wanted to get up but I wasn't going to give in that easy.

"One.." or maybe I was. "Two... Don't make me say three." Holy shit. Crawling on all fours from under the table was torture for the ache between my thighs. Soon I arose from my position and stood to meet him. His fingers traced my nipples that were obvious through the thin material. "You know you're in trouble right?"

I decided not to answer as a form of stupid rebellion. He pinched my right nipple in-between his fingers enough to make me gasp in painful pleasure. "Yes." Taron pulled his hands away from me as he stepped back. "Take off your clothes. Quickly." My clothes couldn't have got the floor any quicker. I was naked before him waiting for anything to happen. "Turn around." Anxiety and lust were the only two emotions I knew. Taron bent me over the table. The cool glass pressing against my hot skin causing me to wince.

Taron's fingers grazed my thighs leaving goosebumps behind. I shook beneath him. "Hmm it's not fun being teased is it?" I shook my head no which earned me a smack to my ass. "I need you to answer me. Now it's not fun being teased is it?" His fingers traced my lips barley grazing over my clit. I moaned still ignoring his question. A second smack left a burning sting that was almost undescribable. "God damnit y/n you better answer me."

"No it's not fun being teased now please fuck me already." He laughed at my neediness. "Oh love, what's the fun in that?" My eyes rolled back from his fingers suddenly pushing into me. He didn't even start off slow. Taron worked at a speed I didn't know was possible. My hands grasped the edges of the table. His fingers curled inside of me hiting my g spot over and over again. Tears began to weld up in my eyes as I felt my orgasm growing. The noises leaving me were almost pornographic. Taron removed his fingers as I cried out in discomfort. "Please.." I whined as I felt my orgasm fade away.

No response could be heard. The tip of him alined with me as he slipped into me without any trouble. He grabbed my wrists putting them behind my back and holding them tightly in place. The food on the table shook as he pounded me into the glass. I could feel the glass beginning to cut into my thighs. I clenched around him my orgasm getting close once again. "Damn you are tight." He grunted out, his voice hoarse. The noise I made was inhuman as I hit my high. Taron showed no signs of stopping. He continued to pound into me as I screamed through my orgasm.

His thrusts got sloppy and before i knew it my insides were warm with him. Taron pulled out as cum driped down my legs. I laid there trying not to pass out. He walked away and I could hear the kitchen sink running. He soon returned behind me. "Babe I'm going to clean you okay?" I hummed a response soon wincing at the warm rag hitting my sensitive spots. "Are you okay? Was that okay? I hope I wasn't too mean." My skin seemed to peel off the steamy glass once I lifted myself off it. Taron stood there with worry as I giggled at him. My arms wrapped around his neck. "It was perfect but can you carry me to bed I don't think I can walk."