“Th...thank you.”
CC pressed his warm lips against my neck. “Come with me into the kitchen.”
I followed him, even though I was sort of freaking out and didn’t want to tell him that. CC placed a plate of cinnamon rolls on the table, but before I could sit down, he lifted me up and placed me on his lap.
“I can’t sit on my own?”
“I like this better, princess.” He flashed a bright smile at me.
I stared into CC’s face, his perfectly shaped deep mocha-colored eyes, his soft, plump lips, and reached up to tuck a piece of blond hair behind his ear.
“Should we have done this earlier? You and me, I mean?”
“I think it happened when it was supposed to happen,” he murmured before he reached for a cinnamon roll.
They looked and smelled amazing. Bursting apart, filled with gobs of cinnamon, and covered in layers of icing, my mouth literally started watering at the thought of what it would taste like. This was so much better than Fruity Pebbles. CC broke off a piece and held it in front of me.
I shook my head. “I can feed myself.”
“Princess, come on.” he murmured and pressed it to my lips.
I opened my mouth. “Fine.” I scoffed, knowing damn well how good the thing would taste. CC slipped the pastry between my lips, and I groaned when the rich, sweet taste hit my tastebuds. “Damn,” I muttered.
“Right?” He smirked, but I saw the look in his eyes. His dilated pupils and hooded lids. Did my best friend have a feeding kink? And why did my dick like that?
I chewed my food and swallowed before I leaned forward. “More.”
“Open for me.” CC ripped off another piece and held it out for me.
This time when he held it out, I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth, and I let my tongue lap at the tip of his fingers. The soft moan he let out was enough to make my cock plump up just as I felt CC’s do the same below me.
I stared at him as my breathing sped up and his dark orbs dipped to my lips. “This is your thing, feeding your boyfriends?” I asked before I reached for a pastry to return the favor.
CC popped his jaw, and I waited for him to fight me, but instead he dropped his mouth open to take what I offered him, his tongue just lightly brushing my finger. Holy shit, that was hot. I wanted to shove my fingers into his mouth, demand he suck on them, and then suck my cock. But instead, I simply fed him the second half of the cinnamon roll and watched the way his eyes darkened to nearly black as he stared right back at me.
“This might be the most erotic thing I have ever done with another man,” I whispered.
CC broke into an easy smile. “I find that hard to believe. You’ve always been more adventurous than me.”
“It was the look on your face. You looked like you wanted to eat me alive.”
“What if I did?”
“I’d ask if you had any leftover frosting.”
CC’s eyes flashed with want. “Why?”
“So that you can drizzle it all over my body, baby,” I purred as I let my hands slide up his neck and into the hairs on the back of his head. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Licking it off, inch by fucking sinful inch.”
CC groaned as his lips pressed against my jaw. “You’re going to kill me, Ezra.”
“Maybe, but it would be a fun way to go!” I squealed when he suddenly pushed the plate of cinnamon rolls off the table and sent them flying onto the floor to shove me onto the surface. I stared up into his wild face.
“Don’t fucking move,” CC ordered.
I watched as he moved across the room, grabbed a pastry bag, and brought it back over. “I’m going to take off your clothes.”
I nodded. “Yeah, you do that.”
