“Close your eyes,” he says. “No peeking.”
I sigh, but do as he says. There’s the faintest scent of burning sulfur, and I think he’s lighting a candle. The air smells sweet, like chocolate on chocolate on chocolate. Whatever that candle is, fuck, it smells good.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.
I open my eyes, to see him standing there, holding one chocolate cupcake with a single candle in it.
“What—”
“Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish.”
My heart swells like my cock does every time he says that word. Baby.
I never thought I’d be such a sucker for terms of endearment, but fuck.
“No need,” I say as I blow it out, taking the candle out and making a show of licking the frosting off. It’s super sugary, like packaged frosting. “I already have everything I want,” I tell him.
Snow falls outside, the twinkling lights of the city dancing with the snowflakes in perfect harmony. I take the cupcake from his hand and carefully unwrap it. His smile is the best gift. Biting into the cupcake, it’s moist and delicious and I groan with delight.
“This is really good, Cam. Where did you get this?” I moan, practically devouring it in one bit.
“Pinterest,” Cam says deadpan.
“What do you mean Pinterest?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up, because that would mean… “Did youmakethis?” I ask with surprise. He smiles proudly.
“After two tries and a complete mental breakdown, yes.”
My heart is so fucking full, I think I might explode.
“You baked me a cupcake,” I say breathlessly. “For my birthday.”
He wraps his arms around me, both of us swaying even though there is no music.
“Don’t get used to it,” he teases as he kisses me, licking some frosting from my lips.
I grind my cock against him as he slips his tongue in my mouth.
“Do I get birthday sex, too?” I ask humorously.
Cam’s hands slide beneath the waistband of my jeans and underwear, finding my ass rather quickly. His fingers tease my seam before hegrabsmy asscheek so hard I think it might leave a mark. My cock jumps and I groan.
“Of course,” he says. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“First, I want another cupcake,” I say solidly, imploring him with my gaze. “Because they are really good. Then I want you to fuck me. Over the couch.”
Cam kisses me before leaving me to head to the fridge, shaking his head.
“You kill me, Austen, you know that?”
I smile as he grabs not one, but two more cupcakes from the fridge. I meet him at the island as he unwraps his carefully, and I do the same.
“Thank you,” I say as he bites into his cupcake.
I don’t wait until he’s done to dive in and kiss his chocolate swatched lips. His hands find my face and we shift around a bit, laughing, licking, and enjoying one another.
It’s a blur of chocolate and skin after that, and before I know it I’m bent over the side of his couch, staring at the twinkling city lights while he buries himself inside of me.
His thrusts are hard. Fast.
