by S A Clayton
“And you’ll get to do that,” I say as his eyes find mine, and my lips graze his. I take his bottom lip between my teeth as I groan at the feel of his fingers gripping my ass, bringing my core closer and closer to what I want most. I release his cock and bring my hand up to frame his face. “But right now, I want to fuck you like I’ve thought about for a week. I don’t need romance right now, Noah. I need to know what your cock feels like deep inside me.” His sounds spur me on as he lifts his ass, and I pull his pants past his hips.
“Baby, are we really gonna do this?” he asks as I push past his boxers once more and take hold of his hardened cock. His head leans back against the headrest, a moan escaping as his hands tighten their hold on my ass, and I grind my heat against him.
“Noah…please,” I beg, feeling his hands as they travel up my sides and pull the straps of my dress down, revealing my breasts.
“I know exactly what you need, baby,” he mutters before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting, hard. My body shudders at the feel of his tongue lapping at my hardened nub, and I dig into his hair, pulling him closer. He gives the same attention to the other nipple before his mouth returns to mine, and my body sags against the steering wheel. Before I have a chance to mutter my need for more, his hands graze lightly up my exposed thighs and stop at the hem of my dress. His eyes meet mine, and he cocks his head, stopping all movement.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I curse under my breath as I take one of his hands and bring it where I need him most. Noah’s body freezes as his fingers graze my very wet and very sheer panties.
“Baby, you are so ready for me,” he groans as his head drops to my chest. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t move, all he does is sit there, his hand pressed against my pussy as he takes deep breaths.
“Noah?” I whisper, feeling his fingers flex against me. I shudder, knowing he’s fighting himself. “I want this. I need this.” He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. The look of pure lust staring back at me makes me come undone.
“Jesus, you do, don’t you?” Without warning, his hand strips through the lace fabric of my panties, and his fingertips trace the edges of my pussy. I know I should check the street, make sure none of my neighbors are getting a show, but I can’t bring myself to take my eyes off Noah’s hand between my legs. The last thing I need is rumors flying just as my bakery gains traction, but goddamn, the feeling of his fingers sliding through my arousal is too damn good. Too incredible. So, I just lean back and watch.
His eyes travel up my body until they land on my mouth. That’s when things go from zero to one hundred. His mouth attacks mine as he plunges his fingers into my heat. His tongue demands entrance. I don’t know what to concentrate on first: the feel of his tongue tangling with mine, or the way his fingers curl inside me, making that come-hither motion that sends bolts of electricity straight through my body.
“Fuck, Noah…” I can hear the sounds escaping my mouth. I’m riding his fingers as if I’m afraid the sensation will fade into oblivion. My head falls forward as his movements slow. I know he wants this as much as I do, I can see that in the way his cock twitches with every stroke of his fingers.
“Touch me, sweetheart, please. I need you to touch me,” he begs as my fingers graze the underside of his cock, making him moan so loudly, I wonder if my neighbors can hear. “I need to feel you,” he says right before he takes his cock from my hands and places it at my entrance. Before he can say anything, I sink down, hard.
“Jesus…” he mumbles, his head falling back once again.
“You’re so…big,” I curse as I still, needing to acclimate to his size. “If I knew you were packing this the whole time, I would have jumped you a week ago.” He laughs, making me sink further onto his cock.
“I need you to move, sweetness,” he growls, his hands grabbing my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh until I shift forward. “Yes, just like that…” I start to move on my own, slow at first until one of his hands grabs the nape of my neck and brings my lips to his.
I moan at the feel of him against me, and before I know it, he sets a staggering pace. “Yes, yes, yes!” I chant the faster I move. I can feel the heat traveling up my body, and I know I’m seconds away from ecstasy.
“I can feel you squeezing me, sweetness. I need you to come for me. I need you to come on my cock so I can fuck you like I need to.” I sigh at the words, grinding harder and harder against him. Just as his teeth gently bite into my neck, I explode. The orgasm cascades over every inch of my body, sending shudders through me. “Yes. You feel insane right now, squeezing me like a vise.” Noah grunts as his hands grip my hips, stilling me. “You ready?” he asks just as he plants his feet on the floorboard of the car and starts to fuck me.
“Oh, God, Noah!” I scream just as he hits that spot that sends me over the edge once more. It doesn’t take long before his cock grows, and just as my orgasm fades, Noah stills under me, groaning in pleasure.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Noah grunts as I lift myself off him and make my way over to the passenger side. “Shit…” he mutters as my eyes catch his nervous ones.
“What?” I ask as he gestures to his cock, which is glistening with the evidence of our tryst. It takes me a moment to get what he’s trying to say, then it hits me. We forgot the condom.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I have never forgotten before…never.” He looks so scared, as if he thinks I’ll storm out of this car and never speak to him again.
“It’s okay, Noah. I’m on the pill.” I take his hand in mine, and the instant relief that rolls over his body is noticeable. Before he has a chance to question what we just did, I take the opportunity to get out of the car and walk up the driveway. I look back and see Noah still in the car. “You coming?” I ask, loving the grin that crosses his face.
Yup, I’m gonna be tired tomorrow.
FIFTEEN
I don’t know what wakes me, but when I do, it takes me a minute to realize where I am and what happened last night. I grin when Val tugs me closer as I drop my gaze and groan at the sight in front of me. A white sheet covers the bottom half of both of us, yet I can still see her body through the thin fabric. My fingers trail down her spine, feeling the goosebumps on her skin as I get closer and closer to her ass. Her moan gives me pause, and I wonder for a second if she’s awake, but when I look down, her lashes flutter against my chest. She’s fast asleep.
I’m at peace here. As my fingers dance over her skin, I realize everything leading up to this moment was worth it. I might have gained ten pounds from all those butter tarts I bought as an excuse to see her, but feeling her naked against me after what happened last night? Worth every single minute I spent chasing her. The number of times I took her last night must be a record. At least four, not counting the one in the shower before we both passed out in each other’s arms.
Just as my hand grabs a fistful of her luscious behind, I hear her phone go off, followed by a sound that sends silent laughter through my chest. She blindly shoots her hand out and shuts off the alarm, and my hand continues massaging that delicious piece of flesh.
“Why are you obsessed with my ass?” she says, the sound muffled by my chest. I laugh again and wonder how this woman ever became single.
“Because you have a great ass, and I can’t seem to keep my hands off it. I mean, seriously…” I say, squeezing the flesh, making her jump. “This ass could rule the world one day.” She laughs, lifting her head off my chest. My eyes meet her tired ones.
“Well, let’s focus on ruling the baking world for today…sound good?” she asks, lightly kissing my chest and rolling over onto her back.
“What time do you have to be at the bakery?” I ask, looking at my watch and seeing that it’s not even five a.m. yet.
“I usually like to be there by 5:15, just so I have enough prep time and can put a few batches of everything in the ovens before we open at seven.” She takes a deep breath as if she’s steeling herself for the day, and I wonder ho
w tired she really is. I have a sinking feeling that what we did last night…more than once, will ruin her routine.
“Can I help?” I ask, hoping my interest will help make today easier for her in some way. Judging by the bewildered look on her face, no one has ever offered that before.
“Seriously? You want to bake with me?” It’s like she’s looking at an alien as she gets up and rummages through her drawers for a pair of panties. My eyes drag over her naked body, and I think back to last night when I made her come so many times, she begged me to stop. The feel of her hands wrapped around my cock as I ate her out will keep me going for weeks. I never thought I would get a chance with this woman, and now that she’s in front of me, tired from the countless times I took her, and comfortable walking around naked in front of me, I wonder what I did to deserve her.
“Do you not want me to bake with you? I can send you my resume if you need it…” I give her a wink as I pull the covers off and bend to pick up my discarded clothes from the floor.
Val laughs as she fastens her bra and turns, holding what looks like a black shirt and leggings in her hands. “It’s not that I don’t think you can help, I can always use the help, it’s just I didn’t think you’d be interested.” She averts her eyes and starts to get dressed.
“Okay, let me ask you a question,” I start, sitting on the edge of the bed and tapping the empty space beside me. She sighs heavily, tilting her head back dramatically and making me laugh. Once she’s seated, I take her hand. “What is it about baking that makes you love it so much?” It’s a genuine question, one I didn’t get to ask the night before.
“Well, I love working with my hands.” I give her a knowing look, and she throws a pillow at me. I laugh but motion for her to continue. “I also love that I can create something that brings so much joy to so many people. I know it’s just sweets, but the smiles on my customers’ faces, the relationships I’ve created since opening, and the satisfaction I get from their approval makes every five a.m. wake-up, easier.” I smile as she averts her eyes once more, and I know from the last week that she’s embarrassed, but she has nothing to be embarrassed about. At all.
“Val, that’s why I’m interested in going with you today. I will always be interested in something that puts that look on your face.” Her eyes cross in confusion, and I take the opportunity to kiss her forehead then whisper, “don’t overthink it,” before I get up and finish getting dressed.
As we walk to the bakery, I feel her eyes on me. “What?” I ask as I take her hand in mine and place it in my coat pocket, keeping it warm.
“You can’t be real…” she mutters as my fingers tangle with hers, and I squeeze.
“I promise, I’m very much a real boy…” I wink, loving the blush that crawls up her neck. Eyes downcast, she avoids my gaze, and I wonder if I’ve said something. “You okay?” She nods but still says nothing, simply walks in silence. I stop us under a streetlamp, the shadows hiding her beautiful eyes from mine. I take her chin and lift, searching those grey depths for something that’ll tell me exactly what’s going on. When her gaze meets mine, I can see the doubt staring back at me. I want to kill the bastard who put it there.
“Val, look, I know last night was intense, and fast. But we can go as fast or slow as you want.” She gives me a shy smile that warms my chest. I cup her cheek with my palm and gently kiss her lips. “I hate that he made you question everything we’ve found. But I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.” She smiles and pulls me to continue walking.
After a few moments of silence, she says, “What about you? Any past lovers I need to worry about?” Cold chills run through my veins at the mention of my past, something I never wanted to bring up.
“Nothing you have to worry about.” I can see more questions in her eyes, but I just pull her closer, placing a kiss to her temple.
We have cookies to bake.
SIXTEEN
I’ve been watching her for the last ten minutes, and I’m mesmerized. She’s done three batches of cookies, mixed the dough for the croissants, and is now kneading it with the heels of her hands. I had no idea that watching someone punch dough could be so sexy, yet here I am, watching as Val leans over the table, ass in the air—and me, holding in a groan as I fight off my hardened cock.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I won’t be able to concentrate on baking much longer,” she teases as she sets the dough into a bowl and covers it with a damp towel.
“Sweetheart, I will be looking at you like this for as long as you’ll let me.” She blushes as she sets the bowl aside and goes to take out another batch of cookies. “How many of these do you make a day?” I ask, getting up off my chair and leaning into her back as she sets down the tray on the table. My hands find purchase on her hips as my lips trail lightly down the back of her neck.
“Noah…” she moans, leaning her head back against my chest as I pull her hips against me so she can feel what she’s been doing to my cock all morning.
“Yeah, baby?” I whisper against her skin and smile as goosebumps appear all over her shoulders and arms.
“We can’t do this right now.” I chuckle as she grinds her ass against my groin, making it impossible for me not to thrust into her. I know we just had a night of sex. I know that she needs to get prepared for her day at work, and I know I have a stack of book reports to grade on my desk at home. But all I can think about is bending her over this table and fucking her until all I hear is my name echoing across the room. But I ignore all of that as my hands graze up her torso and stop just below her breasts. Her sharp inhale as my thumbs lightly brush across her nipples makes me want to do some pretty unsanitary things to her right now.
“I have more cookies in the oven, and I need to roll out the dough for the…” She trails off as my lips track the side of her throat, and my tongue dips into the curve of her neck. Her moan spurs me on, and I take a glance at the timer in the oven and see we have just under ten minutes.
“Val, I know you want this, I can feel it coming off every inch of your skin.” Her eyes dart to the oven, and I kiss the shell of her ear before I say, “I’ll make sure we’re done before the timer goes off. All I want you to worry about is how hard I’m gonna make you come right here. Right now.” I don’t let her say anything else before I grip her chin and turn her so I can capture those amazing lips. Lips that have haunted my dreams for so long that the idea of never tasting them again sends me into a spiral.
“But I need to…” Just as she starts, I stop her, sending my hands past the waistband of her yoga pants and into her panties. The moment my fingers brush against her wet folds, she shudders.
“I’m not stopping you from baking. In fact,” I say while lightly brushing against her clit, sending little shocks throughout her body, “I think you should continue. That way, you have no reason to hate me after we’re done.” Her laugh fills the room as I continue lightly stroking her, my lips trailing up the side of her neck and coming to rest just below her ear. I know she can feel my breath on her skin, and judging by the way her body arches into mine whenever I breathe out, I would say she loves it.
“H-hate you?” she stutters, her head tilting forward, giving me an all-access pass to her neck, which doesn’t seem like a sexy place on a woman, but on Val? It’s hot as hell.
My fingers stop their ministrations as I pull my hands out of her pants and turn her face toward me once more. “Sweetheart, you bake. I’ll just be down here having my breakfast.” With that, I fall to my knees behind her, bringing my fingers to the edge of her pants and pulling.
“Noah…we shouldn’t do this in here.” She’s right. It’s not sanitary, there’s food around, the oven is on, and we could burn a whole bunch of cookies. But right now? All I can think about is getting a taste of what she has between her legs.
“Val, babe. Just relax. Let me eat you out, okay?” She doesn’t say a word as I pull her pants down until they get stuck at her knees, leaving her in just her black lace panties. My p
alms caress the skin of her ass as I lightly kiss over every exposed inch of her. Before I think better of it, I sink my teeth into her flesh. When I hear her yelp, the heat rises, and I rip her panties from her body.
“Noah! What are you—?” Before she can finish cussing me out for ripping the only pair of panties she has at the shop, I dive headfirst between her legs, sucking on her clit. “Fuck!” she screams into the empty room. I don’t know what it is about this place, but hearing the echo of those cries makes me want more…so much more.
I know she’s close. My tongue laps at her, making her legs shake above me. My hands take hold of her hips as I give my all to making this woman feel as amazing as I did last night. As incredible as I know she felt last night.
“You’re so close, sweetheart. I can feel those legs shaking and that ass grinding on my face. You ready to come for me?” Her head tilts forward, her hair blocking the view of her face, but from the way her knuckles are white where they grip the edge of the table, I would say she’s close.
“Noah…please. I can’t take much more…” God, I love hearing her beg. It’s my second favorite thing besides hearing my name coming out of that pretty mouth.
“What do you need, Val? Tell me, and it’s yours.” Her ass grinds against my head, but I move away just an inch so I’m not actually touching her. I know this is torture, it’s hard for me, too, but in the end, I know Val. And depriving her now will be worth it in a few seconds.
“I need you…I need you to touch me.” I love hearing those words from her lips. I’ve fantasized about them, hoped she would one day beg me to make her come, to touch her. But this? Reality? It’s far better than I ever imagined.
“Sweetheart, I can’t say no to you,” I mutter, taking both my hands and holding her hips still as I bury my face between her legs once more and devour her. Her hips rotate with every stroke of my tongue, and just as her body starts to shudder, I pull back. Just as she starts to complain, I thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and start fucking her, sending her over the edge.
