16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

WYATT

Jameson can’t keep his mouth closed as I hand him milk, cream cheese, and powdered sugar to whisk. His eyes keep dipping to my bare ass and then to my bare feet, an obvious safety hazard, and every other violation I can think of. It’s a good thing I’m doing this just before the routine cleaning that I pay extra for every year.

I’m not sure what possessed me to do this but I love when his eyes are on me. It makes me feel powerful, important, but most of all beautiful. The scars and wounds don’t bother him. The tattoos don’t scare him off. And my height and bulk only make him love me more. The way he can bring me to my knees with one look is everything.

“If these cupcakes don’t have any icing on them, they’ll just be muffins. Mix , Jay.”

He stutters and then glares at me. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re standing here naked in front of me?” Jameson’s cheeks are a beautiful rosy color, the man reaching down to adjust himself again as his eyes dip to my ass again. His attention is making me hard and I’m glad I already had the batter prepared when he arrived. “I can’t do this.”

I chuckle, handing him a whisk as I watch. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tries to concentrate. I can’t help myself as I move behind him and slowly wrap my arms around his waist. Jameson clears his throat, still trying to mix the icing when I undo his pants and slip a hand inside to wrap around his cock.

“Fuck, babe. No. I’m not making icing. Shit.”

His hips buck forward, Jameson riding the sensation until his hand slips off the bowl and lands in the creamy mixture. He groans and then twists around before dragging me into a deep kiss. Icing smears along my cheek and chin, his hand moving lower to coat the front of my throat. “This is so fucking unsanitary.”

It absolutely is.

Which is why I drag him into the back to the small room I use as a bedroom. I haven’t stayed here in a while but it’s completely separate from the kitchen, with a personal washroom to boot. Jameson doesn’t hesitate as he attacks my lips again. His hands move around my back to undo the apron, the cloth only hanging around my neck.

“You’re terrible for trying to get me to cook while looking like this. I’m going to fuck you and it’s going to be a mess. Please tell me you have lube back here.”

I laugh at his urgency as I nod to the nightstand. He disappears for a moment before a packet of lube is between his teeth, Jameson smearing it on his clean hand. As much as I enjoy icing, I appreciate that he’s not going to use it to open me up.

Jameson rips the apron off me completely, kissing his way down my chest until he reaches my cock. I hiss when his hand wraps around it, the cold lube making me jolt forward. He doesn’t stop, though, dragging out my pleasure as he starts to stroke in erratic pulses that have my body hot and cold. I don’t know whether to thrust forward or pull away, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as an orgasm starts to build.

“Jay, fuck. Either give it to me or fuck me.”

“Babe, you’re not in control here.”

Funny enough, neither is Jameson. He’s trying to be in control but he’s losing himself to his desire. He turns me around before roughly stuffing his fingers between my cheeks. The bite of pain that comes with his touch is more than wanted, Jameson rimming my puckered hole several times before pushing inside. I meet his fingers, slowly rocking against them as my cock drags against the mattress. The friction is perfect as Jameson fucks into me with his fingers, adding more until he’s four fingers deep.

“On the bed, babe.”

Being so much taller than him, my fantasies of him fucking me against a wall or over the edge of a couch arm aren’t plausible. However, I fucking love it when he flattens me onto a mattress and just takes what he needs. He quickly undresses and climbs on after me, sliding in almost immediately.

Jameson is pressed up against my back, his hands on my waist. I feel consumed by him as he starts thrusting into me, grunting with every plunge into my ass. My fingers curl into the pillows as I stuff my face into it, muffling my screams of pleasure. The walls in this place are not soundproof and even if the door is locked, the neighboring stores will absolutely be able to hear what’s going on.

“You feel so fucking good, babe but you’re going to have to wash everything. There’s icing everywhere.”

I know. I can feel the creamy mess sticking between me and the pillow. It’s also slathered down my chest and now on my back as Jameson presses his hand between my shoulder blades for purchase. It doesn’t matter though. I got what I wanted—my boyfriend to lose control with me. He’s fucking into me with punishing strokes and when I push back, he hits that one spot that has me coating the sheets and my stomach.

His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his end, spilling into my ass before he flops onto my back. “Fucking hell. You did that shit on purpose.”

I mumble a yes as shocks of pleasure run through me, my cock still twitching as if it wants to go another round.

“Best lunch date ever, though. 10 out of 10, would do again.”

I snort as he rolls off of me, his cum pooling between my thighs. I twist to look over at him, a sloppy grin on his lips as he wiggles his eyebrows. I have no idea where that energy comes from, especially when he gestures to the small bathroom. “Round two?”

“Seriously, Jay?”

He doesn’t answer me. Just climbs off the bed and holds his hand out for me to join him. And who am I to say no?