“Liam,” she warns again.
I wrap an arm around her again and whisper in her ear. “I can’t keep my hands off of you, honey. Especially when your ass brushes against my dick like that.”
She sets the piping bag down again and turns toward me. Crossing her arms, she’s quickly moving past amused and into true irritation. “Are you going to do this the entire time?”
I shrug, acting like a needy brat.
It’s a new dynamic for me—probably for both of us.
Calypso looks around the room and I see the moment an idea sparks in her eyes. She grabs an abandoned apron off a nearby stool and pushes me back with the other hand. Smiling down at her, my back hits a wooden column.
“Oof,” I say but stand still, interested in what she has planned.
With her hand on my chest, she taps a finger, thinking it through one more time before committing to whatever plan she has. “Stay.”
A wolfish grin is the only response she gets but it’s enough.
Calypso walks around me and grabs each of my wrists. I chuckle, realizing what she’s doing before the strings of the apron touch my wrist. She quickly ties a tight knot, trapping me against the wood.
“Wow,” I say with a low whistle. “You must be really into me if I distract you that much.”
With only a couple inches between our chests, she reaches down and cups my now fully hard cock.
“This is important to me,” she says seriously, referring to Jo’s cake.“And since you won’t listen, you can stay right here where I don’t have to worry about you.”
Challenge accepted.
“I don’t have to touch you to distract you, honey. You go ahead and work, and I’ll tell you everything I want to do to you tonight. Starting with the butt plugs I got for each of us.” Her mouth pops open and I take advantage of the moment. I lean my head forward, catching her lips in a surprise kiss and slipping my tongue along hers. She falls into it before remembering the current situation. She pulls away and squeezes.
“Fuck.” I almost come.
Calypso hikes up her skirt and I watch her slip her red, lace panties off. She holds them in front of me, running her fingers along the gusset and showing me how wet she is.
“You’re not going to listen, are you?” She tilts her head and watches me.
I shake mine. “No, not today.”
She balls up her panties and uses her other hand to pull my mouth open.
Shoving the fabric in, she gags me and says, “Only good boys get rewarded, remember?”
With that, Calypso walks to the sink and washes her hands. She ignores me for the first few minutes, resuming her work on Jo’s birthday cake, but my eyes are on her the entire time.
Most specifically, my gaze is glued to her ass. Now that I know her skirt doesn’t have anything below it, I’m silently wishing she’ll bend over a little bit more. It’d give me a perfect view ofher…
As if she can read my mind, Calypso glances over her shoulder and bites her lip. She places one hand on the worktable for balance and stands on her toes before leaning over it. Her short hem rides up her thighs but Calypso arches forward, revealing her round ass.
When she widens her stance, her soaking wet pussy comes in view.
So fucking wet and swollen andbeggingto be fucked.
Calypso doesn’t beg, but her pussy sure as fuck does.
I whimper around the fabric and my hips jerk.
All she does is tsk before going back to her task. This time, she doesn’t turn around again. Not even a glance back when I involuntarily make more aroused noises. The sight of her alone, and knowing I’m fully at her mercy, has me so fucking close to coming in my pants.
It’s more fun to edge myself and wait for whatever she has in store. The thought is the only thing fueling my willpower at the current moment.
