"This is the correct way to eat a cupcake," he told me in a fake-superior tone. "The only civilizedway."
"Is that so?" I took another bite of my own, uncivilized cupcake. The lime zest was glorious, sending zings of flavor across my tongue that I would have loved to spend hours appreciating. I just happened to be a bit distracted rightnow.
"I have much to teach you, Ash." His voice was tinged with laughter and his eyes glowed. "Stick withme."
I smashed my cupcake, frosting-first, into hismouth.
He stared at me. "You did not." He lifted a finger and swiped it through the frosting on his chin. "Just dothat."
"I... I'm gonna have to go with the facts and say I did," I snickered, trying to fight it but then I couldn't. I laughed outloud.
"I could make you regretthat."
"But you won't," I said confidently. I stood up, crowding him while he sat onhisstool, pushinghimagainst the worktop. "Nottonight."
"And how do you figurethat?"
"Because you'd be punishing both of us?" I leaned down and licked a stripe across his mouth, smacking my lips obscenely as I savored the taste. "Because frosting is nearly as delicious as you are, and I promise to lick every drop of it offyou?"
He raised one eyebrow, like he was unconvinced, so I nibbled a tiny bit more frosting from the corner of hismouth.
"Or how about because you've been dreaming of the moment when you could bury yourself inside me... just like Ihave."
Cal stood up, pushing his stool back with a screech. "Upstairs," he told me, pointing to the staircase that led to his apartment. "Now."
I didn't argue. I scrambled up the stairs, and heard him follow right behind me. He fumbled for the key and opened the lock, pushing the door open so hard it banged against the wall, and then he was on me before I could say another word, or take another step, or even glance at hisspace.
And that was fine. That was perfect. There was no need for words, and no need to explore his apartment - we had time to do that. Right now, all I wanted was him and me, together, just likethis.
He pushed me backward through the small space, only letting up when my shoulder hit the wall on the far side of theroom.
"You need anything?" he demanded. "A drink? Food? Anything?" His breath was heaving, his voice wrecked with lust, but Iknewthe same way I knew my own name, that if I asked him to stop and make me a tuna sandwich because I was just a little peckish, he'd do it and nevercomplain.
It was a heady power in letting him take control. In knowing that he was strong enough to say no when he needed to, and to give me what I needed rather than what I thought Iwanted.
"The only thing I need," I told him. "Is you. Rightnow."
That was all he needed tohear.
A second later, all six foot-five of me was sprawled on my back in the middle of his double bed, my hands fisted in the softness of Cal's sweater, and my lower legs hanging off the side, while Cal straddled my waist on his knees and kissed me senseless. His lips still tasted likefrosting.
I frantically tried to toe off my shoes, the better to get my pants off fast, the better to get just a tiny bit of freedom for my poor, trapped cock. I only managed to get one off before the press of our mouths distracted me. I was writhing and groaning, wanting more, wanting everything. Wanting itnow.
Cal broke our kiss and stared down at me, backlit from the single beam of light flowing through the door from the living room. I grabbed for him again, but he shook hishead.
"Hush," he told me. "Hush,Ash."
He took my hands in his, and pried them off his sweater, stretching them up above my head, and he laid down, full-body on top of me. I couldn't help the way my hips bucked, or the way my cock was nearly poking through my jeans in an attempt to get more friction. I was crazy for him, for what Iknewwe were going to be together. I was wildwanting.
"I said,hush," he repeated. And now I understood that he wasn't just attempting to soothe me, he was instructing me. He wanted me quiet andcompliant.
I tried to swallow, but my throat was suddenlydry.
I stopped movingcompletely.
"That's right." He let go of my hands and lifted himself back up to straddle me again. He ran his hands over my jaw, which had no doubt become covered in stubble again in the couple of hours since I'd shaved. He was stroking me, taming me, like I was a feral creature. Maybe Iwas.
"We're not in a hurry," he said, cradling my face in his hands, sweeping his thumbs over my cheekbones. "We have as long as youwant."
