When she unzips me right around the block, I let out a groan that I’ve been holding in all day. My cock fights against the small space in my briefs, wanting to be let free into her hand, mouth or any fucking place she wants it. Her hand slides right over my length, her fingers feeling their way to the base and back up again. When she unclips her seatbelt, just as I turn onto my street, I feel pre-cum seeping from my tip. She leans right over as her head dips and she pulls my briefs down my shaft and takes hold of my eager cock. Soft lips find my head in an instant and I groan. “Fuck. Jesus. Fuck, Chels.”
I turn into my driveway, sparing a glance down at the sight of her head in my lap and her sweet fucking mouth wrapped around me. Incoherency hits me as I pull into the open garage and somehow put the car into park. “You’re a fucking minx,” I moan, not being able to resist grabbing a handful of her hair and gently tugging. She mewls softly as her mouth travels down my length, her tongue swirling on the underside as I rock my hips against her.
She lifts her body momentarily so I can pop my seatbelt off, my hand reaches down to her blouse to cup her breast and pull her nipple. She moans around my cock, the vibrations stirring me so fucking deep, I’m gonna blow any second. I battle for control as I watch her head bob up and down on me, but it’s too fucking hard to maintain any kind of poise. That ain’t my style.
“That’s it, Mama. That’s so fucking it.” I rock my hips upwards, hitting the base of her throat as she continues to suck, lick and devour me whole. My head hits the back of the seat as she leans farther over, my hand sliding down her torso, finding the waistband of her pants — thankfully elastic. I glide my hand down, feeling the tug deep within me, knowing as soon as I feel her wet heat, I’m going to blow for all I’m worth. My fingers feel the edge of her panties and slide right in, down her crease and dips to that sweet, wet hole I want to devour next.
“Brad!” she cries around me, taking a second’s pause as I glide my hand back up and brush her clit at the same time I fuck her mouth with my cock.
“Chels, oh fuck,fuck— I’m gonna—” My body stiffens and I release my hand in her hair, giving her time to pull back so I can blow my load on myself, but she keeps her mouth planted over my cock and her fist wrapped around. Moments later, I pulse deep into her throat, my orgasm rocking me to the core. I squeeze my eyes shut as I empty myself and she takes all of me, every last drop as the succulent wave of pleasure rides me to the brink and back.
A few seconds pass by in the aftershocks, my hand still in her panties. Then my eyes flick open, and she slowly drags that sexy and dangerous mouth up my length to the tip, where she takes one last suck like it’s a lollipop and lets go. “Holy shit,” I breathe as she smiles up at me, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand. “Babe, you’re something else.”
“Oops.” She smiles.
“Oops? I almost couldn’t park the fucking car.”
“I’m sure it drives itself by now.” She waves it off, sliding fully over me now, and I edge a finger inside her as she sits up. “Ohhh,” she moans, already all hot and pent up.
I grin as I glance down at myself in my disheveled state, my dick hanging out of my pants and my girl with swollen lips that’s just taken all of me, and swallowed everything I had, sitting on my thighs. “I fucking love you,” I growl.
She giggles. “Such a romantic. I love you, too. Today was something else. I never expected what happened back there in the auction house.”
“I told you I always have a plan.” My eyes dip to her blouse where she starts to unbutton it and lets it slide down her arms. This is so fucking sexy in my car, and totally unexpected from her. My eyes are glued to her tits in a lacy pink bra, her darkened peaks showing through.
“I’m very impressed, shocked, but impressed. You saved Sweet Confetti.”
I reach up and kiss her hard, our mouths connecting like they were always meant to be together, and I don’t care one bit that I can taste myself on her. “You’re a sexy little minx,” I murmur, reaching my spare hand around to her bra clasp and unhooking it in a single motion. Dragging it down her arms, I rub my thumb against her clit as I devour how full and juicy her tits hang. My hand can’t resist cupping one as I fondle her. She glances down to watch as I rub my palm over her nipple, her back arching as I lean in to suck a peak into my mouth. “I wanna make you come so hard, then watch you ride my cock hard, babe.” Yep, just the sight of her topless in front of me like this has me rock hard again.
“Whatever you say,Mister Contingency.”
I stutter a laugh as we look into each other’s eyes. “There’s no contingency when it comes to you, baby, only in business. And I can’t wait to put you over my knee for that one.”
“Maybe later,” she giggles, moving against my finger inside her, my thumb working overtime, my tongue bobbing from each nipple. A moment later her head rolls back as she lets go, her orgasm like a beautiful, oceanic wave, rocking her closer and closer to me. I love it every time she gives herself over, making her mine, and I know it’s all I’ll ever need. Even though I just spilled myself dry, when she impales me it doesn’t take much for me to come again, because this is what she does to me. Chelsea makes it feel like the first time. Every time. She’s all mine. And I couldn’t want anything else, together with Deat, I know we’re going to make it last and be one happy family.
Epilogue
CHELSEA
Three weeks later
The bakery sale somehow made national headlines and things went a little nuts after the auction. Bradley only told me later about his dipping into his trust fund for the residue of what he went over at the auction. At first I thought he’d gone crazy, and I felt bad about it, but he reassured me that this is something he would have wanted to do anyway, even if it hadn’t been Sweet Confetti, but I don’t know if that is entirely true. Regardless, things have only gotten better between us, and he’s pretty much been a permanent fixture at our place since he took me to my parents that night after our garage escapades. It’s something Brad has been talking about making a regular thing. I wouldn’t say the Porsche is exactly roomy, but it’s fun to be a little spontaneous sometimes.
With the popularity of Sweet Confetti’s sudden fame, I was featured on the local news earlier in the week with the auction story. I only agreed to do it if Brad would be there with me — he is my business partner now, after all. None of it has been bad for either of our businesses or popularity stakes. People reallyseemed to love and appreciate the story of a single mom doing it tough, and almost being sold out to god knows who, only to have her best friend from high school, turned lover, swoop in and save her livelihood.
It’s all been a little crazy around here, and work has picked up even more. The first thing Brad and I agreed on was hiring a full-time assistant manager, one who is hands on enough to do most of the serving out front and keep everything running smoothly. We’ve also hired another baker so I could take a step back and do the over-seeing and quality control. Mom is still working mornings and helps over the weekends doing a bit of everything. She knows it’s flexible and can scale back any time she wants to.
Everything is running well, and now I have a chance to do some other things for the school, like having some of the kids over to do some baking classes, and organizing the next charity bake sale for Deaton’s school. I’m turning my focus to creating custom cakes, just like I did for Bobby’s birthday, and now seems like the perfect time to do it.
Deaton was super pumped that we didn’t have to find a new place to live and a new shop for the bakery, nor did he have to change schools, so it’s safe to say that everything has worked out perfectly.
To my utter shock, Bon Appetite magazine called just yesterday and wants to feature my triple chocolate funfetti cake and my best-selling butterfly vanilla cupcakes in a future edition coming up. I was shocked beyond belief and just so happy and overwhelmed by the response to my humble little bakery’s success. It’s a lifelong dream that just seems to be getting better and better.
Deaton has been over the moon about Brad and I getting together. He loves seeing him a whole lot more than he did before, and granted, that already was quite a bit. Brad takesDeaton for a ride in the Porsche any chance he can get. And he picks him up every Thursday now and takes him to soccer practice. Brad always manages to swipe a few red velvet treats for him and Deaton to enjoy later on after practice. Though I’m suspicious that they will eat them on the way. I usually meet them there to watch the practice game, and luckily have dodged the mom posse since Brad and I went public.
Having a man like Brad in my life has changed everything. It’s opened up a whole world of possibilities, and without jumping the gun too much, we have been talking about the future and where we want to be. Deep down I know I want more kids, and even though I once vowed I’d never get married again, being Brad’s wife is something that fills me with excitement and joy, not fear and worry anymore. I know he’s nothing like my ex, and he’s the father figure Deaton has never had, more than his biological dad has ever been. My friends adore him, and my parents couldn’t be happier.
Tonight I’m meeting Brad’s mom, Ella, for the first time. We’re all going out for dinner with my parents, and I’m nervous, but looking forward to it. She seems lovely from what Brad has told me, and amazing that she has such a good relationship with Tristan, even though they divorced years ago.
