Rowan’s family had made time to support us, and as much as I loved my parents, I had to look into the future too and take care of those who were still here.
I’d been vibrating with excitement since morning and the glass full of joy spilled over. I burst into tears and buried my head in Rowan’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Rowan whispered.
“I’m just so happy it’s hard to keep it in.” A bustling Ethel, all the Rangecrofts, a room full of excited elders baking to their hearts’ content.
“Let it out.” He caressed my back, and as if through a cosmic connection, I calmed down, keeping the joy without the overwhelm.
When the goodies were cooling off, we locked the room for a two-hour lunch break, then helped set up the tables in the main hall with prices and tasting samples.
The competition proper was a whirlwind of not only people from the town coming over, but from farther away. The parkinglot outside was full, and cars stood parked along the streets in all directions. Raina’s ideas for the social media campaign must have worked.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I plopped onto a chair in the far corner of the room, behind the tables, and dragged Rowan down with me.
The day was nearing its end, with the winners of the competition announced after a public vote that Rowan had set up on a website to get the count right away. All the seniors were winners in my book. Not only did they deliver fantastic creations, but their happiness was palpable throughout the day. And that was the best outcome of the event.
Great-Grand-Parent Bake-Off was a roaring success.
Milo
The warm August breeze floating from the open patio door caressed my bare back as I climbed onto the bed and straddled Rowan’s thighs. The cabin was our favorite place for our weekend retreats, and today marked a year since we’d visited it for the first time. Now, it was our second home.
“Are you ready?” I licked into the slit of Rowan’s cock then down to the foreskin piercing that he’d got a month before. Thanks to being a cryptid, Rowan healed within a week. And now I could flick with it with my tongue while teasing his dick hole.
We’d played with his slit with small plugs and short rods that he preferred to longer ones. But this time, he wanted something new. I’d worn knee-high lacy stockings for the occasion.
“I’ve been ready for a long time, baby.” Rowan caressed my knees, tracing the patterns of the lace.
We had lubricant bottles hidden in nooks and crannies around the cabin and our house in Wendigo Hills for quick access, but coconut and olive oils made an appearance from time to time too.
I poured more lube over the head of his cock and spread it with my pinkie. He’d made me come twice today. But a needy Rowan stretched under me, and asking me to stuff his dick would always send more heat to my groin.
“Breathe for me, big guy.” I held his semi-hard dick in one hand and slicked the other, then slid the tip of my pinkie into his hole.
“So good. A tight fit.” Rowan groaned and rocked his hips up gently.
“Just like your cock inside me.” I wriggled my finger in deeper, slowly, patiently until it disappeared into the second knuckle.
With delicate movements, I began stroking him. Up and down with the slick sound of lube against his stretched hole.
Rowan’s low growls were straight from my most erotic dreams. “I love your touch, Milo. And everything about you.”
“I love you too, Rowan. Now come for me.” I fucked gently into his hole while jerking him off.
Rowan’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling, his abdomen tensing, his hands tightening on my knees.
“For you.” He threw his head back and released a guttural sound of pleasure.
I pulled my pinkie out like a cork from a bottle, letting his cum shoot up and spill over my hand and his cock. With delicate strokes, I milked the last of his release and leaned down to lick the ridged underside of his dick and around the head.
Rowan’s phone vibrated loudly against the wooden surface of the nightstand. “Bad timing.” He groaned.
“Could have been worse.” I craned my neck to see the screen. “It’s your mom.”
“She can text me.”
“Rowan! That’s rude.” I smacked his chest. “I’ll put her on speaker.”
