He'd stopped by the bakery because his secretary had told him it was her favorite place. Louise had a definite sweet tooth and there always seemed to be a Sweet Treats pink bag or box on her desk. Tomorrow was Louise's birthday and he'd been struck with the bright idea to get her a birthday cake from her beloved bakery, inconveniently at the end of the day.
Afraid he'd been too late when he first entered Sweet Treats, it looked like it had already closed. And then Nicole appeared in the middle of the room like an angel sent down from the heavens above. Poetic and goofy shit he knew, but hell, that's what it had felt like at the time.
He'd been struck dumb by her looks and her sweet voice. When she asked if he was there for the tasting, he at first assumed she allowed all of her customers to have a taste before they purchased. When she'd led him to the already set up table, he knew then that she thought he was somebody else.
Like the shit that he was, he couldn't help but go along with it. Just so he could sit next to her, look his fill of her. When she had leaned over to grab one of the cake plates, her tits right in front of him, he'd been sorely tempted to press his face into her cleavage. Sink his finger into the neckline of her dress and pull it down. Lick his way across each breast.
He'd tried like hell to confine his hard-on beneath the table, prayed she wouldn't notice. Having her watch him eat the pieces of cake had been an incredible turn on. He had to hold back with all of his might not to haul her into his arms and kiss her until they both couldn't breathe. Touch her until she begged him to make her come. Press his fingers deep inside her cunt. Fuck her until she screamed his name...
When she had wiped away the frosting from his face, he'd taken his opportunity and run with it. Now that he had her slender finger in his mouth, he wasn't about to let her go.
Ryan didn't think Nicole wanted him to let her go, either.
"Mr. Goodman...” Her voice was light, breathless. Her chest moved fast with the rhythm of her accelerated breathing, causing him to notice for the umpteenth time how firm her tits were. If he looked real close, he even thought he could make out the tiny twin points of her nipples. Nice.
"Call me Ryan. I think we're past formalities.” He slipped another finger into his mouth, sucked and swirled his tongue around both of them. His cock felt ready to burst out of his pants and he didn't know if he'd be able to control himself much longer.
"But what about your..."
Ryan shook his head, pulled her fingers from his mouth and then dropped a delicate kiss to the tip of each of her fingers. “No buts, no questions. I think you know exactly what's going on here."
Nicole shook her head, her dark wavy hair swirling across her face. He wanted to sink his hands into the heavy-looking mass, bury his face in it and see if it smelled as good as the woman looked. “We shouldn't do this."
"I know you want to."
Her dark eyes flared, her cheeks turned pink. Amazing considering the exotic tone of her skin. He found it undeniably sexy. “I'm attracted to you, but we shouldn't act upon it. It wouldn't be right."
"Fuck right. I want you. I think you want me, too.” He yanked up on her wrist, causing her to stand, bringing her chest to his eye level. Her skin goose pimpled under his lazy perusal and he wanted to trace and lick every tiny bump he saw form on her body. “Sit down on my lap, Nicole."
She did so without a word, without protest, her firm ass settling right over his hard cock. Her eyes widened and he knew she felt it. He could only smile at her, unashamed of his reaction toward her. “See how much I want you?"
Dark flashing eyes met his and she licked her lips. The appearance of her delicate tongue made him groan. He leaned in close, lapped at her lips and the tips of their tongues connected for the briefest moment. He heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Ryan,” she whispered, her lips moving against his.
"Do you taste as good as your cakes?"
He kissed her before she could even answer, his lips sinking into her warm damp mouth. Tiny kisses again and again, her mouth opening wider with each one until he snuck his tongue inside. She opened more fully to him and her tongue met, then tangled with his. His hands came up, held each side of her head as he devoured her, drank from her mouth.
She tasted even better than her cakes. Like sweetness and sex and pure woman. Their tongues swirled around each other, little sighs and purrs sounding in the back of her throat, and he tried like hell to hold himself in check. He wanted nothing more than to rip her dress off, kiss and nibble his way down her body. Bury his face between her legs, inhale the erotic scent of her cunt. Taste her sticky hot essence, plunge his tongue deep inside until she came against his mouth. Then fuck her till they both collapsed from exhaustion.
Nicole yanked away from him, and the second she did he felt empty, bereft. She scrambled off of his lap and his cock jerked in protest.
"We can't do this."
He shoved a hand through his hair. “Why the fuck not?"
"I don't fool around with another woman's man."
"What?” He had no idea what she was talking about. When did he ever say that he was with another woman?
She rested her hands on her hips, her so very tempting breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. They looked ready to tumble out of her dress and the sight of them made his cock ache even more. He'd almost had her and then she pulled this shit...
He really needed to clear this up so they could get back to business. Or make that pleasure.
"You're here to pick out a wedding cake. For your wedding. To another woman.” Nicole shook her hair away from her face, looking every inch like a proud princess. A princess who needed a real man to show her just what she'd been missing all her life.
He wanted to be that man and show her—with his hands and his mouth and his cock.
"I'm not getting married."
Her pretty mouth dropped open. “What are you talking about? You said you were here for the cake tasting."
Ryan shrugged, shifted his legs to try and ease the stiffness of his cock. It didn't help. “I thought it was a service you offered to all of your potential customers."
She scoffed. “You think I let all of my potential customers sample a variety of cakes? I wouldn't be in business if I did that."
"What do I know about the bakery business? I just came here to buy my secretary a birthday cake."
"Your secretary a birthday cake?” Her nose scrunched and she glanced away from him, chewing on her lip.
"Yeah, she loves this place. She's always coming in here. I thought I'd be nice and surprise Louise with a Sweet Treats birthday cake. I figured she'd go nuts."
Nicole sighed, the sound of it zinging straight to his groin. “I know Louise, she's wonderful. And a very loyal customer."
"Uh, huh. I know."
"So you're not Tia Leonard's fiancé."
He shook his head. “I don't even know who Tia Leonard is."
"And you're not getting married."
"Honey, I wouldn't be kissing you if I was."
"So you're single."
"Definitely.” He grinned.
She sighed again, tucked a curly strand of hair behind her ear. Just the sight of her ear made him want to nibble on it. Dip his tongue inside. Feel her writhe against him when he whispered hot words into it, describing in vivid detail just what he wanted to do to her.
Shit, he had it bad.
"My clients are going to be here in a few minutes."
The urgent tone in her voice spoke to him. “Then you'd better get back over here ‘cause we don't have much time."
"We can't do what I think you want to do."
"Oh, yes, we can, baby. And we're going to do it, too. Now get your fine ass back over here on my lap where it belongs."
CHAPTER 3
Ryan sat on the ridiculously small chair, waiting for Nicole. She watched him with anxious eyes, glancing back and forth at the door and then at him. He didn't care if clients were coming in a few minutes. He wanted
to be coming in a few minutes. Lock the damn door. He'd do whatever it took to get her back in his lap and in his arms.
She finally walked toward him with hesitant steps and he smiled, relief coursing through him. He grabbed her slim hand when she got close and pulled her into his lap.
"I want you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I don't care where we are. I have to have you."
She drew in a sharp breath and his mouth took hers in a drugging kiss. Their mouths went wide, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, and he thrust his hands into her hair, inhaled her sweet scent. Her even sweeter taste.
He could hear her low moans and they turned him on. Could feel her ass shift against his throbbing cock and he could barely stand it. When her hands moved to clutch at his shoulders, he knew he had to move into action.
Ryan tore his mouth from hers, his breath ragged as he contemplated the plates of cake before him on the table. He released his grip from her hair and dunked the tip of his finger into the frosting from one of the half-eaten pieces. He then smoothed it over her rosebud mouth, coating her lips like gloss.
"Orange blossom,” she whispered, attempting to lick it away with her tongue.
He stopped her with a finger pressed to the middle of her lush mouth. Leaning forward, he licked the frosting from her lips slowly. He wrapped an arm around her back, clasped his fingers around her hip to hold her still. She shuddered with what he could only assume was pure delight.
"I want to rub frosting all over your body and lick it off,” he murmured, then nibbled on the corner of her mouth.
She nodded, her eyes closed, her lips parted. As if she were too overwhelmed to even speak.
"I want to put frosting here.” He ran his index finger down the middle of her revealed cleavage, his finger sinking between her plump breasts. “And then here.” He brushed his finger against each covered nipple.
"Oh, yes."
"And then I'm going to cover your pussy with it. I want to lick the sweet cream from your pussy lips. I want to taste you and the frosting together."
"Hmm, please."
The breathless quality of her voice did it for him. He tested the thin fabric of her dress, pulled it beneath her breasts and they popped out, round and firm in a white lace bra. A telltale hint of peaked nipple shone through each cup, tempting him, making him ache. He dabbed his finger into the frosting and then circled each lace-covered nipple with it.
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers and he snuck his tongue out to lick away the frosting. Her nipple hardened even more beneath his touch and she whimpered at the contact.
"That feel good?"
Nicole closed her eyes, arched into him ever so slightly. “Yes."
He licked the other nipple, latched his lips around it, lace and all, until every trace of frosting was gone. She wiggled and shifted beneath his mouth, her round ass rubbing against his stiff cock, making his senses spin. He moved away from her to see that she had loosened the top of her dress and shrugged her shoulders out of it.
Olive skin gleamed beneath the subtle gold lighting, the flickering votives on the table casting shadows across her chest and face. So beautiful, so sexy and she was about to become his. He reached toward the front of her bra, flicked the clasp open and her breasts spilled free from the cups of lace.
Cocoa-colored nipples begged for his attention, making his mouth water. He scooped up a larger amount of frosting this time and painted each nipple carefully, knowing that his touch was driving her crazy.
Of course, her squirming ass all over his knob was driving him crazy so fair was fair.
Ryan bent his head and licked the frosting from her nipple, slow at first. Tiny little flicks of his tongue, the sweet sugary confection melted in his mouth. She gasped with each flick, her hands coming round to sink into his hair and hold him close. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked the rest of the frosting off, making her cry out.
"You taste good,” he whispered.
Her eyes were fiery hot, her lips cherry red, but she didn't say a word. She guided him with her hands on his head to her other breast. He took the hint, his tongue snaking out to circle around the distended flesh, and she watched, biting her lower lip so hard it had to hurt.
"You like watching?” He knew he liked watching her watch him.
"Yes."
He drew her nipple into his mouth, his fingers coming up to pinch the neglected one. Their eyes never left each other's as he sucked and pinched, licked and tweaked. She thrust her breasts even more into his face and he licked a wet trail down the center of them.
Ryan lifted his head away from her chest and she dived in, kissing him like a woman drowning and lost. Her tongue thrust inside his mouth, she ground her crotch against his throbbing cock, pushing against him. All he could do was sit there and take it, enjoy it, want more.
A hell of a lot more.
Her slim hands shoved at his suit jacket and he shrugged out of it. A difficult feat considering the stupid fragile chair he sat on and the eager woman squirming in his lap. She undid his tie with nimble fingers, slid it from his neck slowly, and he pulled away, watching her.
Nicole wrapped both ends of the tie around her hands, a sexy smirk on her face. He smiled in response, pulled the silk tie from her grasp and let it flutter to the floor. “Next time we're together, I'll tie you up with it. Make you beg for more."
Her dark eyes clouded over with some unknown emotion, but he chose to ignore it. He would ask why later, he thought as he plundered her mouth. Her fingers undid each button on his shirt, sliding against his skin, her touch turning him inside out. After this little frosting adventure in the bakery, after her clients came and went, they could laugh about their earlier misunderstanding.
Right now, all he wanted to do was slam his cock into her tight cunt. Wrap his arms around her and never let her go.
She shoved his shirt down his arms and he extracted himself from it, enjoying the sensation of her lips sucking his tongue into her mouth. He could only imagine those pretty lips sucking his veiny cock, drawing him in deep, maybe even covering it in frosting. Yeah, he liked the idea of that a lot. The entire length of his cock slathered in sticky sweet frosting. Her delicate tongue licking it off in soft, teasing dabs, driving him wild until she finally sucked him off thoroughly.
As if she could read his mind, she climbed off of his lap, knelt down before him on her knees. Her breasts jiggled and swayed as she undid the snap at his waist, unzipped his pants and reached inside. At the brush of her fingers against his cotton-covered cock, he couldn't help the groan that escaped him.
"I want to taste you like you tasted me,” she whispered, her cheeks flaming the slightest bit.
"Ah, baby, we think alike."
She pulled his erection out and it sprang to life, urgent and stiff. She sat back on her haunches, contemplating him before her gaze lifted to meet his.
"You're huge."
He couldn't help the cocky grin. “The more frosting for you to lick off, then."
Nicole giggled and leaned toward the table, swiping her finger into the rich chocolate frosting off of a slice he didn't get a chance to sample. She smoothed it all over his throbbing cock, concentrating as if it were an art project she would be graded on. He held his breath, barely able to stand it, wanting so badly to lunge forward and sink himself into her, frosting or no.
"I love chocolate,” she murmured when she finally finished, admiring her handiwork.
Ryan nudged himself toward her, his frosting covered dick flapping awfully close to her mouth. “I think I've got what you need."
She gripped the base of him, leaned in close and inhaled, closing her eyes. Her tongue ran from the base to the tip, revealing a trail of skin amongst the chocolate, and he tipped his head back, groaning. She gave him the same thorough treatment he lavished on her breasts, licking and sucking, teasing and taunting. Fingers combed through his pubic hair made him shiver. Hands cupped his balls, made him groan. When her lips finally wrapped ar
ound his swelled head and took him into the hot wet cavern of her mouth, he thrust toward her, unable to help himself.
He was on the receiving end of the most awesome blowjob ever in the middle of a bakery. Fucking unbelievable. He glanced around, hoping like hell those damn clients of hers wouldn't walk through that door, hoping even more he wouldn't shoot off in her pretty mouth. He watched her work, her black hair swaying around her shoulders, her plump lips sliding up and down his glistening cock. She released him from her mouth, dug the tip of her tongue into the slit at the top of his head and he moved away from her. He couldn't freaking take it any more.
Nicole sat back on her haunches, a delectable pout on her red lips. “You didn't like it?"
Ryan couldn't help but chuckle. “Hell, no, baby. I fucking loved it. Too much. Now come over here. When I come, I want to be inside you."
CHAPTER 4
Nicole had never done anything so crazy in her life. Sucking frosting off the most amazing penis she'd ever had the privilege to see? In the middle of her bakery? When her appointment could walk in at any time and catch them in the act?
Absolutely insane.
It was as if she couldn't help herself. She didn't need to touch his mouth earlier, wipe away that frosting. But she had. She could've pulled her fingers away from his mouth when he sucked on them. But she hadn't. She didn't have to sit in his lap and kiss him, let him cover her nipples in frosting and then suck every last drop off. But she did.
And she enjoyed every blessed second of it, too.
Thank God, he wasn't who she thought he was. When he'd explained himself, when she realized he wasn't Tia Leonard's fiancé, she'd never felt so relieved in her life.
She'd also never be able to look at her frosting in the same way ever again.
Nicole had never enjoyed giving a man head so much before, either. He'd been so responsive, seemed so enthralled with her skills. He made it easy for her to want to give him pleasure. She would've sucked him to completion if he'd let her. When he'd growled that he wanted to come inside her, well she couldn't deny him that.
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