The oven timer goes off and Olly dons his sexy baker’s mitts, pulling out the cupcakes.I wonder if he has a cute little apron hidden somewhere?
Setting them to cool, he then pulls out a giant mixing bowl. “Let’s make the whipped frosting while these cool. We never got around to making the whipped cream the other night,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he adds ingredients.
No, we did not. We also have not talked about what happened either. I was avoiding it as much as possible. If I don’t think about it, then I don’t need to talk about it. Right?
I do feel guilty I didn’t reach out, though. And the thought that Olly thinks it was because of him? Heart-wrenching. He doesn’t deserve that. And I did it to him.
Talking, I guess, is the adult thing to do, but flirting also feels like a good substitute for the conversation.
Flirting I can do.
“Hey, no licking the spoon until the end,” Olly says, trying to bat my hand away as I steal a taste of frosting, bringing my finger to my lips, sucking.
I laugh, taking another swipe. “You seem to have a little something right here,” I say,accidentallygetting frosting on his very kissable lips. Oh no, what a shame.
Olly’s breath hitches as his body sways into mine.
Lean into me. Let mefeel you.
“You are a total mess, Olly,” I say, my finger tracing his lips, smearing the frosting. He whines, darting his tongue out to catch a taste.
“You missed a spot.” I lean in, taking his lips in a kiss before sucking them into my mouth, licking them clean.
Jasperrunshistonguealong the seam of my lips. I part, letting him slip inside. Sparks dance up my spine. His soft, full lips are hungry for me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
My breath comes out in ragged pants when Jasper ever so fucking slowly lowers himself, kneeling at my feet on the hard kitchen floor. His eyes never leave mine.Holy Fuck!
“May I?”
“Fuck yes.”
The sound of my zipper lowering has all the blood rushing to my cock, making it thicken and twitch against the rough fabric.
Jasper lowers my jeans and underwear to mid-thigh. My cock slaps against my stomach, standing at attention and leaving a smear of pre-cumin its wake. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.Andlet me be clear… I don’t want to.
“Your cock is a thing of beauty, Olly. I didn’t get to appreciate it before, but now… mmm, I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.” Jasper reaches up, sticking his finger into the mixing bowl.
I gasp. Oh, fuck. Is he?Yes, yes, he is.
Jasper spreads the frosting along my cock before taking his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
“Fuck, Jasper!” I hiss, gripping the counter as my legs quake, working to keep myself upright. Look, I don’t think this is very sanitary, but I don’t have it in me to care right now.
The sex appeal that radiates off Jasper makes my cock leak with salty pre-cum, mixing with the sugary frosting. Sweetandsalty.
I let out a deep moan.
“Shhh, Olly, it’s time for my dessert.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his playfulness before throwing my head back on a moan when he wraps his lips around my shaft, the ball of his tongue piercing sliding down my cock. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucks me from root to tip.
My balls draw up tight, feeling heavy and full.
He licks the underside of my cock, not leaving a spot unturned before swirling his tongue around the head. He slurps and laps, devouring me like I’m his last meal.
“Jasper,” I say in a hoarse breath. “You’re going to make me come embarrassingly fast.”
The sound of a zipper cuts through the roar of blood rushing to my head. I look down just in time to see Jasper pull out his cock, spit on it and take himself in hand.Fuck, why is that so hot?
