Vanilla Morning S*x: An Excerpt from Chapter Two of MUKBANG by Alyanna Poe

***MUKBANG's Chapter Two: Vanilla Morning Sex features some adult themes which may not be appropriate for all readers.***

 

“Ice cream? This early in the morning?” Mia had prepared an oiled pan to make her usual fried eggs—two for her, ten for Jack. 

“You heard me! Now hurry up, I want to start recording!” Jack said through the screen on her tablet. Then the screen flipped to her wallpaper as Jack hung up. She wondered how he could sound so demanding and whiny at the same time. 

Digging around the freezer, she realized how many choices there were. She didn’t remember buying this much ice cream.

Didn’t even tell me what flavor he wants.

Mia chose vanilla and grabbed a large metal spoon. As she carried the quart upstairs, she questioned herself.

Why am I doing this? When am I going to talk to him? Is this really what he wants?

There Jack sat. 

He’s sitting up by himself?

“Here’s your ice cream. Turns out we had a lot—”

“Thank you. Can you close the door on your way out?” Jack yanked the ice cream from Mia’s hands and stuck the spoon in his mouth. His phone was propped up on a pillow.

Mia left the room without a word, wondering how he managed to set all that up by himself.

He even removed his mask himself.

In the past few months, Jack had been incapable of doing anything. Mia felt as if she were caring for a three-hundred-pound toddler rather than living with her husband. Walking down the stairs, she could hear him start his morning intro.

“Gooood morning, fans, followers, subscribers, and worshipers.” He paused for a smile. “This morning, rather than eating those bland fried eggs, I’m having ice cream in bed!”

Jack grew silent as people were trickling into the live feed, and the feasting began.

Ripping off the lid, he tossed it aside with a grunt, splattering ice cream onto Mia’s side of the bed. He licked his lips slowly. Holding the quart from the bottom with one hand and his spoon with the other, he leaned down and licked the surface of the ice cream, swirling his tongue around as he kept eye contact with the camera. Soft, wet noises managed to make their way through viewers’ speakers.

As more users entered the stream, more commented, wishing him a good morning or a good day.

In a low voice, one that was at one point only reserved for Mia in the bedroom, he said, “Good morning, everyone.” 

He scooped at the ice cream, a voice in the back of his head telling him to yell at Mia later for grabbing him vanilla. Jack heaved a large chunk of it out—a bite that would surely be too large for his mouth—and dove at it. He bit it, sinking his teeth into the hoard. Rearing his head back like a wolf tearing into a carcass, he chewed with his mouth open, cream dripping from his lips and chin. 

And there she was, his regular: user iheartjack.

“Good morning, Mr. Jack. I wonder how that ice cream tastes,” followed by a heart-eyed emoji. 

Jack felt a beast inside of him. People like user iheartjack empowered him. She had been a long-time follower of his. Many times, she commented how she had seen all his travel vlogs with his wife and all his current videos. He told his followers to never speak of those vlogs.

He took another bite out of the ice cream, pulling away with a slurp. 

White noise and sloppy sounds were all viewers had to look forward to, yet thousands were eagerly watching. 

Jack’s ribs throbbed. His recent fall down the stairs flashed through his mind. Brief embarrassment heated his face. More than his leg had been broken down the unforgiving staircase. His ribs ached with each of his labored breaths, and as he ate quickly and breathed between bites, his entire side throbbed. 

The strain of forcing down gulps of the frozen treat and the heater on full blast began to melt him. A blend of soupy ice cream and sweat mingled on his skin. He grunted like a wild animal as he stuffed more into his mouth. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the viewers and likes and comments pouring in, so he took his hand, much like a child would, and ripped out a fistful of ice cream. He eyed the camera and ate from his palm, a mess dripping onto his lap. Slurping and moaning, he closed his eyes, fully embracing the ice cream in his hand like a lover. His tongue danced across the surface, blindly searching for something. It curled around lumps of ice cream and his fingers, pleasuring his taste buds with the flavors of vanilla and salt. 

 

From somewhere in the southern part of California—a day’s drive from Jack’s home—a young woman watched in the darkness of her room...

 

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