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“First time baking?” I ask through a giggle, dusting off my apron.
Grayson is laughing too as he sweeps the sugar from the counter with his hand. “Do I look like a guy who bakes a lot? Yeah, it’s my first time.”
I guide him through the rest of the recipe, showing him how to crack eggs, shape the dough into balls and spread them evenly out over a parchment-lined cookie sheet.
We fall into a quiet routine as we work side-by-side. I know that his heart is broken, just like mine, but we are getting through it together.
It turns out Grayson is a quick learner and soon he doesn’t need my help. I step aside and let him at it, unable to take my eyes off his hands as he works. The way he rolls the dough in his palm like I showed him, his long, perfectly manicured fingers pinching and rolling.Lord, help me.The man makes manipulating dough look like hand porn. I’m wet I’m so turned on.
I had hoped baking would distract me, but I didn’t expect it to happen in quite this way.
When the dough has all been rolled, Grayson looks up at me with a grin. “Not bad for a guy’s first time, right?”
“Not bad at all,” I agree.
“Better test it, just to be sure.” He reaches for my hand and sucks the sticky dough from my fingers, moaning.
And so it begins.
He sucks one more finger clean before leaning over to kiss me, tasting like sugar and chocolate, and soon my hands are all over him. They work their way up to either side of his jaw, while his hands fist the T-shirt that I’m wearing.
“This shirt is going to be destroyed,” he says against my mouth, wiping what is left of the cookie dough over the front of my shirt.
“Mmm,” I murmur, wiping chocolate from his chin. “So are you.”
“Fuck, sunshine,” he curses, lifting me in his arms and carrying me to a kitchen chair. “I’ll sit on the chair so you can sit on my cock.”
He lowers himself down, legs spread wide, and I straddle his hips.
“Hands up,” he commands with darkening eyes, looking at me like I’m his prey. My arms reach over my head as he pulls the fabric off me and lets it drop to the floor. I’m left completely naked in his lap.
“No panties, you naughty girl.” He palms one of my breasts while the other dips down between my legs, teasing my opening.
He moans when he feels how wet I am, pushing one wide finger inside of me, then another. My fingernails make moon shaped marks in his shoulders as I hang on for dear life, riding his hand, seeking out that glorious feeling that sends me over the edge and makes me see stars.
Then he withdraws his hand from me and lifts me from his lap, quickly removing his own clothes.
He sits back down on the chair, bringing me with him so that I’m sitting on his lap, his hard cock wedged in between us. He holds my hips firmly in his hands as he kisses me roughly, our tongues lashing together.
“Sit on my cock, baby,” he says, reaching down taking hold of his erection in his hand, guiding it to my entrance, filling me in one fast thrust.
“Fucking hell, Sierra,” he moans when I’m all the way seated. Then his pelvis begins to rock up into me in a dizzying pace. “You were made for me. You were meant to be fucked my cock and my cock only.”
We’re both needy, desperate to forget, kissing and breathing hard as we fuck with reckless abandon. It feels like this might be our last time together, like the clock is running out on us. I close my eyes, forcing the thought from my mind.
His hands squeeze the globes of my ass while I rock up and down on his lap, taking everything from him. He stretches me, fills me, over and over until I forget about the secrets and the agony, as if we can fuck it all out of us.
And then we’re both coming—coming hard—our orgasms hitting us both fast and furious as we cry out. My head flies back and his mouth finds my neck, mouth open, trying to catch his breath.
I feel him spill into me, his cock buried so deep as I ride the aftershocks, jolt after jolt. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s never felt like this. I’ve had Grayson almost every day for months, and every time somehow feels better than the last. But this was different. This wasn’t just fucking. This felt like love.
My heart races behind my rib cage while Grayson holds me tightly in his arms, like he’s afraid to let me go. And we stay like this for what seems like hours. We hold each other without saying a word until he softens inside of me and needs to pull out.
Everything feels extra sensitive when he slips out of me, and when we’re no longer joined, I feel tears well in my eyes. I pull him back to me, nuzzling my face into his neck until I can compose myself enough to stop the tears from falling.
One thing is clear… I love Grayson. And I will never be okay saying goodbye to him.
For tonight, Grayson and I can try to forget everything else. About Jake, about how much we hurt him and the way he looked at us when he found out the truth. But when we wake up in the morning, we’re going to have to face reality.
