Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Rider

Sunday morning hadn’t come fast enough, but could finally breathe as he pulled up to Gemma’s daycare. It was a nice place in a good neighbourhood with a huge playground in the back. He pulled out his phone and texted her.

I’m here.

Coming!

Gemma greeted him at the entrance with a bright smile, her arms wrapping around him, and her lips placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“How are you, beautiful?”

“Good,” she responded, nuzzling into his neck.

Gemma then led him inside with a tight grip on his hand. The hallways were a bright white with pictures and crafts the children had made covering the walls. A few classroom doors had been propped open, so he was able to peek inside. The classrooms were painted in warm colours and neatly decorated, though each one had a separate theme .

Gemma stepped into her classroom and proudly looked around. “I know it’s a mess but hopefully in a few hours I’ll have most of it put away again.”

Toys littered the space, crowding the shelves and spilling onto the carpet.

“I just bleached them down like I do every year, so I need them dry before they can be put away,” she quickly explained.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“End of the year is deep clean time.”

“So, what theme did you decide on?”

“ Zootopia .”

“I wonder where you got that idea from,” he chuckled, remembering how she felt curled into his side that night at Braiden’s.

“I’m making their name tags for the wardrobe and their baskets.”

“Well, I’m all yours.”

Gemma pulled him to a tiny table that was awfully low to the floor and covered in printouts of Zootopia characters. She pulled a chair over for , while she chose a spot on the floor. He ignored the chair and sat next to her, enjoying the intoxicating little giggle that move earned him.

“You’ll regret not taking the chair. Your knees will hate you tonight.” She handed over scissors and a few of the characters. “Cut them all out and then we can glue the names on.”

“Yes, boss.”

She blushed and bit her lip. With a quiet voice she asked, “Is that something you like? ”

“You being my boss?”

“You know…”

Despite his confident demeanour, squirmed. “Well, you already brought me to my knees so…”

Another precious laugh.

“Is that something you’d be into?” he asked her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it much. What do you like?”

“You.”

Gemma’s eyes shot to him before she re-focused on the sloth in her hands. “I like you too.”

“I haven’t really done anything I haven’t liked.”

“Sounds like you’ve tried a lot.”

“What’s something that’s on your no-no list?” he asked, pleasantly surprised that she was so comfortable. He wanted to keep the conversation going as long as possible.

“I wasn’t very experimental before the accident and after, I never really put myself out there.”

“So, you kept yourself busy?”

Though she was still looking into her lap, the tips of her ears turned that gorgeous shade of red.

“Tell me more,” demanded, voice turning low and gravelly. “Is it just you or do you have little ‘friends?’” Fuck, that definitely was risqué but he hadn’t been fast enough to stop himself.

“Friends,” Gemma rushed.

“Do I get to meet them?”

Gemma met his eyes again, those beautiful blue orbs swirling with want—and insecurity. “You want to use them? ”

“Why not? You enjoy them, why wouldn’t I use that to my advantage?”

Laughter filtering down the hallway popped their little bubble and brought them back to reality. A tall blonde woman walked in with a curious smile on her face, a younger brunette following her. “We thought we saw you bring in a visitor, so we were curious to see who it was.”

“, this is Jennette and Laurena.”

Laurena, the brunette and Janette, the blonde, sat on the opposite side of the table, reaching forward to grab characters and scissors of their own.

“So, you’re the new man in Gemma’s life?” Laurena asked.

“Yes.”

“Straight forward. I like that.”

“And you’re letting her use you for arts and crafts, so you must be serious,” Janette added.

“I am.” didn’t miss Gemma’s smile in his periphery.

“Ooh, Gemma found a keeper,” Laurena teased.

The women fell into easy conversation about everything they needed to get done before the new kids started. It seemed that some of Gemma’s old kids would move into Laurena’s class, so they swapped tips on how to handle the children.

Eventually, there were no more characters to cut and the other two returned to their classrooms. Gemma gave the task of glueing the assigned characters to the wardrobe and the kids’ baskets. He busied himself with making the nametags look good and hopefully securing them enough not to be peeled off right away. Gemma began putting away the toys. Some went back into the closet and the rest were sorted into baskets on the shelves.

“What should I do with the leftover name tags?”

“Oh, I nearly forgot. Those are for the cribs.”

Confused, he looked around.

“We still have to get them,” Gemma explained. “They’re in storage.”

“What’s next on my list?”

“Stand there and look good so I have something pretty to look at.”

He laughed. “I thought that was your job.”

“We still have to decorate the bulletin boards.”

“That sounds out of my expertise.”

Gemma chuckled. “You can assist me, if you like.”

“That sounds more entry level work. I like it.”

As she added decorations and letters to the boards, he held the borders in place and refilled the staple for her when commanded. He adored seeing how much she loved her job, fussing over the little details and wanting to make it perfect for her kids.

Once they’d gotten the cribs out and everything looked semi-organised, Gemma gave him a satisfied smile. “Perfect. The rest I can do tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m getting hungry anyway.”

“Dinner?” suggested.

“Sounds good to me.”

waited patiently by the door while Gemma grabbed her bag and locked up. “We can drive my truck and I can drop you off here after we’re done.”

Gemma agreed, reaching out to take his hand. As she walked by a few of the classrooms, she waved goodbye and earned herself a few smitten grins from Janette and Laurena.

As always, helped her in before taking his own seat. “Where too?”

“Whataburger is around the corner. Well, unless you need to keep a special diet.”

“Ah, don’t want your arm candy getting fat, huh?”

“I don’t want to be the reason you’re jobless.”

simply laughed and drove off, holding her hand the whole time.

“Thank you for coming today,” Gemma said softly, gazing out the window.

“I actually had more fun than I thought I would.”

“You came even though you didn’t think you would enjoy yourself? What a compliment.” Gemma laughed, but with a sense of pride.

“Well, I came because I enjoy spending time with you. Having fun was just a bonus.”

Exhausted, they elected to grab their food to-go and eat in the truck. drove back to the daycare and parked next to her car. The otherwise vacant lot and dark building told him they were the only ones left.

After eating his crispy chicken sandwich, he rested his head back and eyed Gemma curiously. “So, are you going to think of me?”

Gemma casually sipped at her vanilla shake, then dramatically gasped and clutched her chest. “I never think of you. I don’t even know who you are! Please take me home.”

When she gave him a mischievous grin, he returned it, dropping his voice down to a low rumble. “I was hoping you’d think of me tonight when you pull out your toys.”

Heat crept up on her neck, slowly spreading to her cheeks. “You did?”

“Of course. I mean you can do whatever pleases you, but I was hoping I left some kind of impression.”

Gemma chewed on her straw, decimating the plastic. “You did.”

Blood rushed to his crotch instantly. “What would you think about, sweet Gemma?”

“Maybe about how we kiss.”

He relaxed more into his seat, eyes on her as he widened his legs to make room for his growing erection. He wanted to reach down and ease the pressure, which was becoming uncomfortable, but stopped himself before even one muscle in his arm could move. “Which toy is your favourite?”

didn’t miss the way her eyes darted down to his crotch—and his cock throbbed under the attention. “I don’t really have a favourite.”

“Will you let me choose which one I get to use on you?”

He tried to hide his wince as his erection rubbed painfully against his zipper. It felt as if one wrong move would scare her away. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but after their talk earlier he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know every little thing that made her tick .

Gemma nodded, still chewing on her straw.

“What if I bought you a surprise?”

“A toy?”

“Mmhmm.” nodded, clenching his fists by his sides in a desperate attempt to not touch himself.

“What do you have in mind?”

He tried to sound confident but the slight waver in his voice betrayed him. “Something we might enjoy together.”

Gemma’s eyes widened. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Would you be open to trying new things with me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice raspy.

His dick throbbed again, and he truly hoped she would give his thought a chance if he took things slow.

“Are you going to think of me too?” she asked, her teeth shredding the thin plastic of the straw.

How could he not? Gemma was fucking precious, and he would be happy to fantasise about those plush lips wrapped around his cock. “Yes,” he confessed.

“Have you thought about me before? When you were alone?” Gemma’s voice shook, barely more than a whisper.

“Would it creep you out if I had?”

She shook her head. “What were you thinking about?”

“How I wished it was your hand stroking me.” He underlined and punctuated his words by letting his palm carefully stroke the bulge between his legs.

Gemma’s eyes shot south, and her breathing picked up pace. “Did you come when you did?”

“Yes, and do you want to know what I pictured when I did?”

She nodded eagerly, gaze fixed to his crotch .

“You licking up each and every drop.”

Gemma’s tongue darted out, running along her bottom lip as if she were imagining the same thing. “I like that.”

felt his balls draw tight, and he craved release. Rubbing himself through his jeans wasn’t enough. Instead of pushing this tender moment even further, he leaned in and lifted her head with his fingers under her chin. Their eyes met, and he knew if he didn’t send her away right that second, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“Now, be safe driving home and message me the second you get there. Then I want you to get comfortable with your toys and come for me.”

“Will you do the same?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want to see?”

“No, this is for you, but I do hope you moan my name when that orgasm hits you.” He kissed her forehead, knowing a kiss anywhere else would only make him want to keep her and get that visual for himself. “Now go, sweet Gemma.”

Gemma gasped as if she’d forgotten to breathe and scrambled to grab her things.

left the parking lot behind her, but instead of following her right, he turned left towards the highway. Comfortably out of sight, he reached down with his right hand and freed his cock from its confines. The echo of his zipper was loud in the cab of the truck, and he sighed with relief once he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. His thoughts carried him back to that conversation, one hand stroking himself while the other gripped the steering wheel. The dark highway was free of traffic, so he flew over the asphalt, only pausing his hand long enough to spit into his palm.

Halfway focused on the drive, he imagined it was Gemma’s delicate hand around his base while her tongue lapped away at his slit. Fantasy-Gemma’s eyes closed in pleasure as her lips sealed around him and sucked him down as deep as she could. He tightened his grip on the wheel, his knuckles turning white—he would’ve preferred to have a tight grip on a fistful of her hair.

It was wrong—so wrong—but damn he couldn’t stop. His fist pumped his cock furiously, and he came with a growl right down Gemma’s imaginary throat. He pictured how she would lick and suck his cum until he had nothing left.

groaned, fighting off the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck, sweet Gemma.”