Game fucking over.
I dug my fingernails into the counter, whining and moaning at the overwhelming sensation of his hot mouth and the fierce suction. If I had two brain cells to rub together, I might have lowered my pants to give him better access, but whatever discomfort I’d originally felt was gone. Diem catapulted me to the finish line so fucking fast, I was coming before I knew it. “Oh… oh fuck… me… god, yeeess.”
Diem took me through every pulse before releasing my spent cock with a chuckle. He straightened, licking his kiss-bruised lips and shaking his head. “Like a virgin teenager.”
“You’re a bastard. I would fucking hate you if you hadn’t turned me to jelly. Fuck… that was… unexpected and wonderful.”
He kissed me again. A mix of sweet icing and my release danced pleasantly on his tongue. The kiss ended too soon, and when I reached for Diem, intent on dragging him back against my mouth so I could savor the moment, he stepped out of reach.
“Zip up.”
“Huh?” My head swam. Lust pulsed in my veins. It took a few seconds for Diem to come into focus. When he did, I realized he was still shaking his head, still chuckling, and eating the rest of the cake without me.
“I thought… we were sharing. Wow. I’m lightheaded now.”
Diem scanned my body and plucked another chunk of cake from the container, popping it into his mouth. “You have icing on your shirt and pants.”
I glanced at my outfit. Wrinkled shirt, open trousers, flaccid cock, and several growing stains of more than one variety. “Dammit. These are good clothes. You should have let me finish licking yourfingers before fondling me.”
“Am I supposed to apologize?”
“No.”
“Good because I’m not sorry in the least.”
I tucked my oversensitive cock back into my underwear—with difficulty—and zipped. My cheeks felt hot, and I touched them, knowing they must be flaming red.
Diem kept shoveling cake into his mouth, looking like the cat who got the cream. The disquiet from that morning was gone. Thank god. I preferred him like this. Happy and teasing.
“You’re a trickster. I earned that cake fair and square. I can’t believe you bullied it away from me.”
“Giving you a blow job is bullying?”
“It’s distracting. You did that on purpose.”
“Poor you.”
I pouted as he finished every morsel from the container. After one last swipe around its circumference, gathering the leftover cream cheese icing onto his finger, Diem tossed the Tupperware aside and approached with the coated digit on display.
I licked my lips. “Can I suck your finger?”
He narrowed his eyes as though considering.
I wiggled my brows. “Or… I could suck something else.”
A twinkle of humor, but Diem shook his head. “Not right now. Tongue. Stick it out.”
I did as I was told, and Diem dragged the icing-covered finger over its surface before moving in to kiss me again. It was unrushed that time. He glided his tongue against mine, sucking, savoring, and nipping gently. For all Diem’s rough edges and brusque personality, he could be surprisingly tender when he wanted to be.
We came apart, and he pressed our foreheads together. “That was delicious. Tell Kitty the cake is a go.”
“I will. Should I mention it was orgasmic? Probably not. She’ll read too much into it. That blow job was seriously hot, by the way, and unexpected. I’m embarrassed at how quickly I came. Who am I kidding? No, I’m not.”
“Kitty will know the truth by the look on your face.”
“I know. I’m doomed.”
Diem pecked my mouth one last time before pulling back. “She’s a witch, Tallus. You said so yourself.”
