Sugar Butter Flour Love

by Nicole Falls

  “Fuc—” the words on the edge of my tongue were smothered by Travis’ surprisingly soft lips crashing onto mine, deftly snaking his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine before I had a chance to even think about it too deeply.

  My mind was screaming at me to push him away, smack him across the face for daring to violate me in this way, but my traitorous whore of a body instead pressed more firmly against him as I put everything I had into this kiss, giving as well as I got. The necessity of breathing separated our mouths briefly at the same time the elevator dinged indicating we’d reached my floor. Neither of us paid the sound much mind as we stood there, chests heaving, staring at each other. Travis’ tongue snaked out to graze his bottom lip, and all good sense left my body as I reached up and brought his mouth down to mine once again.

  Another ding sounded in the elevator that we ignored until the sound of an older woman saying, “Oh my!” jarred my senses, reminding me that we were in the open, making out in an elevator like our lives were dependent upon it. I disengaged from Travis quickly, trying in vain to put some space between the two of us, as he tugged me against him, wrapping an arm around my midsection to keep me close as he pressed the button for a floor that was presumably his, as the older couple pressed the button to the floor that they were going to. That also happened to be the same floor on which my room was. When the elevator stopped on Travis’ floor, he tipped my chin up to ensure we were making eye contact before asking, “What’s it gonna be…yes or no, Knight?”

  -6-

  I didn’t elaborate when I proposed the question of Isobel accompanying me to my room because I was confident that the look in my eyes conveyed all of the other additional words I’d left unsaid. Instead of replying verbally, she gnawed at her lower lip while slowly nodding yes.

  “Good choice, honey!” the old woman on the elevator as her husband tried to shush her, “What! He’s hot. If I were a good twenty years younger, I’dve said yes and left your ass here.”

  I chuckled as I ushered Isobel out of the elevator to my room which happened to be situated directly in front of the elevators. I fished my key out of my wallet and opened the door, signaling for her to enter before me. She stepped in tentatively, barely taking three steps fully into the room. Nervousness was vibrating from her body, and I didn’t want her to feel like she’d been pressured to say yes. I didn’t do the whole, backed into a corner, so I guess I’ll submit type deal. Either she was here by her own free will or I could see her back to her room, and we could forget tonight ever happened. This shit didn’t make any sense any damn way; how we’d essentially gone from being utterly disgusted with one another to now, I was barely restrained from ripping all of her clothes off and having my way with her body until she tapped out.

  “If your answer is now no, I won’t be offended,” I said, pressing my body against hers from behind and nibbling her neck, “But if your answer is an enthusiastic yes, then I need you to act like you know what we’re here for.”

  “Ugh, please don’t ruin this, Coleman,” Isobel gritted out as my tongue and teeth found a particularly sensitive part on her neck to nibble.

  In contradiction to her words, she stretched to grant me even better access to her neck, shuddering when I bit down softly before soothing the bite with a slow swipe of my tongue.

  “So, what is it, Knight? I’m asking you again…just to be completely sure that you’re consenting of sound and sober mind and body. Do you want this…yes?” I asked, snaking my hands from where they were settled upon her waist, beneath her shirt, charting a course to directly cup her breasts, before giving them a light squeeze, “Or no?”

  “God yes,” she moaned as my thumbs thrummed her nipples and that was all I needed to hear.

  The next few minutes were a flurry of movement as we tore each other’s clothing away, anxious for skin to skin contact. Tumbling onto the bed, Isobel maneuvered with a surprising show of strength to come out on top. I tried turning us over, but she tightened her thighs around my waist, a wicked gleam in her eye.

  “Didn’t you say something about me using my mouth for good?” she asked before she quickly descended and damn near tried to swallow me whole.

  “Fuck, Knight…” I groaned as she circled her lips around my dick, suckling hard like she was trying to pull a triple thick milkshake through a straw.

  Using a lethal combination of her lips, tongue and just a teensy bit of teeth, Isobel worked my dick like a pro, gag reflex nonexistent as she let the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat effortlessly as she slurped and hummed like it was tastier than any treat that we’d baked up over the past few weeks. Her hands jacked my dick as she lowered herself further to tease my balls with her tongue, sucking them into the cavern of her mouth one by one, humming with pleasure as she lost herself in the act of bringing me to a sudden climax. Before I could warn her of the impending explosion, she returned her mouth to my dick, deep throating me once more which ultimately sent me over the edge. She swallowed the entire load with no second thoughts, wiping her hand with the back of her mouth before climbing back up my body and pressing her mouth against mine, with demanding lashes of her tongue tangling with mine.

  “Please tell me you have protection on you,” she whispered against my lips.

  “You in the position to stop if I don’t?” I asked cockily flipping her onto her back, trying to regain some semblance of control since she’d taken command and had me writhing on the bed like a little bitch as she had her way with me.

  No complaints from me, but this indeed wasn’t how I expected this night to go. Whatever smart ass remark she had for me left her body in the form of a shuddering breath as I pressed light kisses along her collarbone before kissing every inch of available skin until I reached the main attraction of the playground that was Isobel’s body. Her lush brown skin was even and smooth all over with perfect mouthfuls of breasts, a tummy that told the tale of her periodically indulging in the tasty delicacies from her family’s bakery and powerfully toned thighs that I parted to get my first glimpse of what I knew would be a beautiful pussy. Her lower lips were glistening and inviting, so I wasted no time diving in face first, tongue out—teasing her clit with quick, fleeting flicks of my tongue against her that had Isobel clutching my head in both of her hands as she pressed me closer to prolong the contact.

  Taking the hint, I went to work, dipping and swirling my tongue, reveling in the unique taste of Isobel Knight. Soon the telltale quiver in her thighs and her moans increasing in both volume and length let me know that she was close to reaching her peak…just before she completely reached the summit I pulled back, smirking down at her. She was a sight to behold, eyes closed, mouth stretched open wide, stomach muscles contracting and releasing rapidly as she fought to regain control of her breathing no doubt to curse me out for bringing her so close only not to let her peak. Before she could utter a single word, however, I quickly sheathed myself in the condom that was in my wallet on the bedside table and slid into her slick folds in one swift stroke.

  “Shiiiiit,” I breathed, once fully seated, damn near unable to move because she’d clamped down on me so tightly.

  She released a halted chuckle as she breathed, “Shouldn’t play so much.”

  “Oh…you wanna play play? Aight, bet,” I said, slowly inching my way out of her and slamming back in with enough force that had her gasping with each stroke I doled out, “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

  Before long we were both unable to vocalize more than harsh grunts, groans, and moans as we gave ourselves over to the moment, sexing each other like it was second nature. Isobel’s low moans escalated into a keening sort of cry before she dug her nails into my shoulders as she crashed into orgasm. I kept stroking, sending her into a second orgasm as she barely came down from the first, and barreling head first into my own, momentarily collapsing on top of Isobel in an uncoordinated heap as I regained my bearings. After less than thirty seconds, I pulled out, securing the condom around the
base of my dick as I slid out of bed to dispose of it. I quickly cleaned myself up before returning to the bed with a warm, soapy towel for Isobel to do the same.

  Just as I opened my mouth to tease her about bringing the towel because I knew she didn’t have any feeling in her legs yet, I was met with the soft snores of a fully sated woman. My chest mighta been a little poked out as I made my way over to the bed, to gently clean her up without disturbing her slumber too much, throwing the towel on the bedside table, and snuggling up behind her to join the party she’d started with the Sandman.

  I awakened the next morning sprawled out on my stomach, no traces of Isobel to be found as if last night was an elaborate fantasy sequence. The only things that let me know that we had definitely done all of the things that came flooding back to my mind as soon as I opened my eyes were the faint smell of the bergamot and lavender—her signature scent, and the towel I’d hastily thrown on the side table last night. Luckily, we had a late start for shooting today, so me sleeping in wasn’t that big of a deal. Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, however, I realized that I had slept in a little too long. I had just ninety minutes before I’d have to meet up with the rest of the remaining bakers to caravan over to the studio where the show was shot.

  I was barely out of the shower when a sharp series of knocks sounded on my door, and I knew that there could only be one person who was at my door, Tesh. I did a quick dry off and wrapped a towel around my waist to answer the door. The knocks sounded off again, just as my hand hit the knob to turn and open. Sheesh, cuz was impatient this morning.

  “What the hell do you want, Tesha?” I asked, dragging open the door to a startled looking Isobel.

  “Um…is my phone in—ah, there it is,” she said, scampering in quickly and retrieving it from the floor and trying to leave just as quickly as she’d entered.

  I grabbed her arm before she could fully cross the threshold.

  “Are you really gonna act like noth—”

  Isobel snatched out of my hold and took off at a clip as Tesh made her way down the hall in our direction.

  “Cuzzo, you’ve been a bad boy…”

  “Shut up, Tesh. Not now.”

  “Yeah yeah loverboy, get your ass dressed. We’ve gotta be in the Sprinter in twenty minutes.”

  The afternoon was a flurry of activity as we filmed the penultimate episode of Bake Off. Isobel had been abnormally quiet, something that Thad picked up on almost immediately as he walked around harassing everyone during the pre-heat. Our challenge for this pre-heat was pretty complicated for a pre-heat challenge. We had to create a 3-D Christmas stocking made of one cookie, filled with a dozen of another cookie. One of the two cookies featured had to include our choice of one of the seasonal fall ingredients that were displayed on the faux fireplace mantle that the crew had moved in for Thad’s intro. Isobel and I had decided on a gingerbread cookie for the actual stocking and would be stuffing it with holiday fortune cookies. I’d expected her to balk at my suggestion of making fortune cookies, but all she offered was a small shrug as she set about making the dough for the gingerbread stocking.

  “Knight,” I snapped, causing her to slowly bring her eyes to meet mine, “You good?”

  She nodded sharply and went right back to her dough.

  Time was wasting, and I didn’t want to fuck this up so close to the end so her strange behavior would have to be questioned at a later date, for now, I had to get these Christmas fortune cookies jumping off. I wanted to bake them in three colors—red, green, and the natural color with a layer of gold luster dust to give them some sheen. I need to make enough batter for at least twenty cookies to account for mistakes or baker’s error, so I quickly got to work separating in my eggs since I just needed the whites for this recipe. I combined the egg whites with vanilla extract, almond extract, and vegetable oil, getting that mixture to the right consistency before mixing together my dry ingredients. Just as my batter mixed just right and I went to separate it into separate bowls for coloring, Thad brought his worrisome ass over to our station.

  “Clutch, my man,” he said clapping me on the shoulder with his approach, “whatcha got brewing over here?”

  “Just a lil good fortune, Thad,” I said, brusquely enough to let him know he was in the way, but still coated with enough charm not wholly to alienate any future viewers of this competition.

  “Looks like you’re in the zone, I’ma let you get at it!”

  I didn’t acknowledge him any further as I continued my process. Once I got my fortune cookie batter in the ovens, I took a minute to check in on Isobel. She as in the process of removing her cookies from the oven, giving them a minute to cool before she began decorating with icing.

  “What do you need me to do, Knight?” I asked, walking up ready to get to work. I knew that her part of this was the most labor intensive, but she had a vision, so I stepped back—letting her do whatever she needed to make it come to fruition. Plus, my skills left a lot to be desired when it came to decorating with royal icing. My flooding techniques looked more like a trickle.

  “I’m about to decorate these, but I’m gonna need to be able to put them together pretty quickly once I’m done, and they’re out of the dehydrator, can you make me a quick binder of some sort? I had some leftover royal icing, but…” she trailed off, gesturing toward a bowl on the side, “I accidentally colored too much of it, and I don’t want that bring red showing through the seams when I put these together.”

  “Say less,” I replied, “I got you.”

  I quickly combined some water and sugar to make a simple icing glue that we could use to connect the pieces of the stocking once she was done decorating. I also dashed over to grab the freezing spray to help aid in the adhesion process. The timer I’d set for my cookies was dinging, so I ran to grab them out of the oven.

  “Fifteen minutes, bakers!” Thad called out.

  I’d just sat the sheets with my cookies down when Isobel let out a noise that I’d never heard her make before. I didn’t know it if was her nerves, or something else, but the bunching in her shoulders combined that that guttural sound had me rushing over to give her shoulders a quick rub, leaning down to whisper into her ear, “You got this.” Then it was back on, rushing to fold my fortune cookies and stuff them, help Isobel “glue” together her stocking, and then, finally tucking my fortune cookies into the channel she’d created during her cookies’ baking process. As soon as the time was up, we were all corralled back into the green room as we awaited our turns in front of the judges. We were actually going to be presenting first for this challenge, as the presentation order had been decided before we’d even began taping. Isobel had a sort of shell-shocked look in her eye as we made our way back to the main set, so I stopped her just before we pushed through the double doors to see the judges.

  “Hey,” I said, softly, “What’s going on with you? You’re freaking me out with the lack of sniping commentary.”

  “I’m—it’s nothing. I’m fine,” she replied, pasting on a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “I still can’t stand your ass, but we don’t need that to win, right?”

  She turned on her heel and proceeded through the double doors toward the judging panel, and I had no choice but to follow in her wake. As we stood in front of the judges, I couldn’t help but grin. The panel was made up of some Savor network heavy hitters. Charlie Graham, who despite her marital status, was still one of my top ten celebrity crushes. Doughboy E—a custom cake decorator who’d garnered acclaim as being a baker from the streets. He’d gone from pushing that white powder in the streets to pushing a different sort of white powder around kitchens nationally. And finally, the token of the Savor network Marco Palermo—a Bobby Flay type dude, with an arsenal of cooking skills under his belt hat crossed lines of both savory and sweet.

  “Aight, Team Girl, I Guess…let the judges know what you’ve whipped up for them today.”

  I shook my head chuckling at that team name actually sticking,
despite Isobel saying it as a flippant remark. The production team thought it was too funny to let pass by. I deferred to Isobel to speak first since her cookie was the main star of this show. She detailed the process of creating a twist on a traditional gingerbread cookie, substituting a mix of golden syrup and maple syrup instead of molasses to create a lighter, yet still undeniably gingerbready cookie that contained the blend of spices that were typically associated with it. When it was my turn, I ratcheted up the charm tenfold explaining that I’d created a tri-color dozen of fortune cookies with a very special message for the judges inside them. Thad took that as the clue for the judges to begin their assessment of the cookies as well as tasting.

  Marco spoke first, “Isobel, Travis—this combination of cookies was one that threw me for a loop at first glance, but the way you managed to tie the flavor profiles together is masterful. There’s a hint of holiday spice in the fortune cookies that pairs fantastically well with the gingerbread Isobel created. As usual, the decorating is impeccable—Isobel, the things you do with royal icing never cease to amaze me. Overall this is a very excellent pairing. Great job you two!”

  I nudged Isobel grinning, beyond pleased with the feedback. Marco had been the judge tasked with the job of hard ass if any of our former panels before him were any indication. He found the slightest imperfections and amplified them, but to not hear a singular word of critique come out of his mouth this time was buoying. Marco’s strong praise was echoed by the other two judges, with each of them citing details about our creation that spoke to them. I left that pre-heat judging with all confidence that we would be receiving the main heat advantage.

  That whole subdued morose thing that Isobel had been exhibiting all day, trailed into the main heat baking challenge as well, but luckily, we were able to cobble together a dope ass cake and come out victorious. Unfortunately, the team that all of us had been rooting to get eliminated next—Jacob and Marsei—managed to hold on, but Billie and Coltraine were cut. Isobel took their cut pretty hard, barely holding back the tears when they had to bid us goodbye on camera for the show. I knew that she and Billie had gotten pretty close throughout the past couple of weeks, but that seemed like a bit of an overreaction. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t ever see them again in life, but who in the hell knew what was going on in the brain of Isobel Knight.