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He smelled like peaches and sugar, and I wanted to devour him whole. God, he made me lose all self-control. “Can I taste you?”
He nodded, moaning brokenly, panting and breathless. I bent him forward and slid his cotton pants down, lowering myself with them. Ryan braced his arms on the wooden block and spread his legs. I dipped my finger in the bowl of batter and spread it over his pink hole, watching as it quivered at my touch. Taking my time, I teased him with slow circles and light taps, driving him wild with anticipation.
“Cary, please,” he hissed.
He turned his head back to watch, and it undid me. I dove in, my tongue plunging deep inside him, opening him up. I tongue-fucked Ryan’s ass for minutes until my jaw began to ache. Even without the batter, he tasted so damn good. I couldn’t get enough of his flavor in my mouth.
“Please!” His face looked anguished and beautiful as he pleaded.
God, he begged so good. I slid my finger inside his wet pucker, stretching him for my cock. He cried out, the sound getting stuck in his throat, and pushed his sweet little ass back further, inviting me inside. I probed until he felt loose enough to add a second finger, sliding it slowly in beside the first. Ryan tensed as he adjusted to the fullness inside him, and I scissored my fingers, increasing the burn just to hear him moan my name.
When Ryan dipped his finger in the frosting and licked it clean, inspiration struck. “Spread that frosting over your cock. Coat it good and thick for me.”
His breathing was near frantic as he dipped his finger again and smeared it over his shaft. I spun him around and sucked his length into my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat. Strawberries and sugar warred with the taste of his precum, driving me insane, and I sucked him enthusiastically. Ryan shuddered and pushed lightly against my head, urging me to slow down.
That just wasn’t possible. If I waited any longer, I’d blow my load before we got to the good part. I stood and retrieved my wallet from my back pocket, fishing out a condom from the billfold, and quickly dropped my jeans, giving my dick several quick pumps before sliding the rubber over my hard length.
Ryan’s eyes dilated, lips parted, probably already imagining how good it was going to feel. His cheeks were flushed with desire, eyes burning bright. I loved his body’s response to me. He always appeared so prim and proper until I got him worked up. Then he fell apart under my hands, devolving into a sex kitten that couldn’t get enough of my cock, my kisses, my touch. I loved knowing I had the power to transform him like that. His desire for me stroked my ego in the best ways.
Reaching past him, I brushed his hip before grabbing the container of Crisco on the island. Ryan gasped when he realized my intention. He watched, mesmerized, as I smeared the white slick over my cock and lined it up with his stretched hole.
“Cary, you can’t put that inside—”
“Shh. Just brace yourself and bend over, baby. Let me know if I need to add more.”
He squeaked like a sexy little dormouse when I pushed inside his tight heat, splitting him open around my girth. With every inch I fed him, he breathed harsher, readjusted his stance, and made the most erotic little gasps and moans that made my balls threaten to burst. He was so much fun to fuck.
When I finally had him fully impaled on my cock, addicted to the sight of his pale cheeks spread around my shaft, I started a slow glide in and out, testing the grease’s viscosity. The thick paste allowed me to move in him with ease, making my toes curl. Ryan arched upward like a cat, curling his spine in a sexy curve, and moved against me in a perfect rhythm, colliding and bucking until my entire groin was covered in lard. I smeared it over his cheeks, turned on by the mess.
“Cary, oh God. Harder.” He continued rocking into me, head bowed, taking everything I gave him, begging for more.
“You feel so good. So damn good.” I leaned over his back, reaching around him to grip his leaking cock with my slick hand, stroking his bare length with grease-covered fingers.
“Oh fuck, that feels incredible.”
I jacked him in sync with my thrusts until he clenched around my dick and shuddered. He cried out as he came over my fist, but it wasn’t my name that he screamed in pleasure.
“I’m coming… I’m c-coming… I’m–I love baking!”
I laughed, the sound like a breathless wheeze as I continued to fuck into his tight ass until I came. It was his incredible snug heat, and his sexy body, and it was knowing I had wrecked the ultimate nerd that made me come so hard I almost blacked out.
Or maybe it was the Crisco.
17
RYAN
Every time I sat,it hurt. My ass felt raw from the pounding it took, but I wouldn’t trade the memory of getting railed in my kitchen for anything.
Carson seemed reluctant to leave last night. After helping me clean the mess in the kitchen, he held me for almost an hour as we cuddled on the couch. We hadn’t talked much, just…felt. Held each other, touched the other’s skin, light lingering caresses that felt so intimate. I tried to build up the courage to ask him to stay, but I was afraid he’d more than likely refuse, a reality I wasn’t ready to accept just yet.
Time with Carson felt infinite, yet I counted every second, fearing each might be my last with him.
When would he snap out of his confusion and realize he was wasting his time with me? Or leading me on and setting me up for heartbreak? I knew Carson wouldn’t want that. If he realized I had feelings for him that ran deeper than friends with benefits, he’d cut me off for sure.
So why was I still so hung up on him?Because he’s everything you’ve been waiting for, my heart screamed.
Sadly, the online dating thing just wasn’t working out for me. Though it had more to do with me than the app. Maybe I should call Dennis back, give things another chance. I logged into my contacts and a notification popped up on my screen. I had another match! Out of curiosity, I clicked on the dating app, wondering who it thought my ideal match was. So far, I've had terrible luck. I read over the user profile, excitement and hope fluttering in my belly.
