“That’s amazing,” Etna says.
Julian nods his agreement. He pushes the little plate aside as Amelia tells us the cake is a play on strawberries and cream with fresh strawberries in the middle and the cake baked with frozen strawberries, so they remain intact.
Julian brings over another cake. Once more, I cut it into three and take a bite.
All three of us moan in appreciation. I’ve never tasted something so good. “Okay, I’m going to need a tub of this frosting,” Etna says.
“That’s my take on a hot cocoa cake. I’ve been perfecting that recipe since I was thirteen.”
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” I say.
Julian snorts and pushes the cake away again. “You like this better or less than the strawberry one?”
“Better,” Etna and I say together.
He places it to the left. “We’ll keep them ranked in order of how much you like them. It’ll be easier to decide which flavors are your favorite.”
“Already, you’re the best manager we’ve ever had,” I muse as he brings us a third cake.
CHAPTER 27
ETNA
Sleepingnaked means every little shift in the morning is arousing. Even—and maybe especially—the casual ones. Like when Keno sighs as he starts to wake up and shifts a little. The way his body rubs against mine makes me burn. When his fingers lazily move over my ribs, my core tightens.
I last for maybe ten minutes of this torture before I roll on top of him, and we make out until we either suck or stroke each other off. I’ve been adding some fingering the last couple days, too. Just so we’re practicing that.
It’s weird as fuck. Not only having my fingersin his hole, but also just the feel of it. From experience, it doesn’t feel awful. It’s awkward as fuck, and while we’ve found the prostate and have learned the joys of messing with it, the entire experience usually ends in us laughing and rolling away from each other.
Not that it stops us from trying again. Sometimes just ten minutes later.
I think we’re coming to crave each other’s touch. I think knowing we’ve never done these acts with anyone else is exhilarating. Knowing we’re only ever going to do this with each other is reassuring. There’s no pressure to get it right. Our only goal is to learn and see whatwelike.
Sometimes, I’m shocked by how much I enjoy touching Keno. Including sticking my fingers in his hole. Yes, it’s weird as hell, and I can’t imagine getting over feeling that way about it, but there’s a big level of trust there, and it’s all mine. Something he’s never extended to anyone else.
Keno rolls over so his chest is against mine; meaning his dick is pretty much lined up with mine. I’m still in awe of how much this man turns me on with nothing but an innocent touch.
His lips curl up. “You hard for me, Etna?”
I sigh. “What gave it away?”
“Maybe your dick trying to drive into my stomach.”
I grin, kissing his lips.
“You know what we skipped somewhere?”
“Hmm?”
“Frotting. I remember seeing it in the calendar, but maybe we didn’t set a notification for it. I’m confident it was supposed to be before we put balls in our mouths or anything up our asses.”
Laughing, I roll us over so he’s on top of me. His legs immediately splay over my hips. “Then let’s frot ourselves away.”
Keno wiggles his hips, rubbing his dick against mine, and yeah, that feels good. A little strange because there’s another dick against mine and I’ve never felt that before. Keno pushes himself up, so he’s straddling me, adjusting his position so his balls rest on my dick.
I shift him again and then push my dick up to meet his. “Base to base. I’m going to prove you’re much bigger than I am.”
He rolls his eyes but moves until he’s convinced we’re lined up.
