Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Gemma

As promised, texted Rider the moment she stepped through the door.

I’m home.

Good. Now get comfortable and don’t message me until you’ve moaned my name.

She wanted to throw caution to the wind and hop into bed right away, but knew herself far too well. She wouldn’t be able to get into the mindset if she was still in her everyday clothes or wearing her leg. So, she undressed and prepared herself for bed. She laid her phone on the nightstand and opened her drawer where she kept her toys hidden in a small wooden box, hidden from the unsuspecting eye.

She selected a small bullet vibrator that she knew would give her a quick release and rolled onto her stomach. She pushed one hand under her pillow, using the other to hold the humming toy against her clit. Closing her eyes, she kept the vibrator on its lowest setting while she relived every second of her perfect day with Rider. When her thoughts trailed to that conversation in the truck, her hips began to rock over the toy with a steady rhythm.

She upped the intensity, wondering if he was doing the same right now. She imagined him on his couch, palm pressing against the bulge in his jeans. Fantasy- knelt between his legs, holding her vibrator against her clit with one hand and the other wrapped around his thick length. As she neared to her climax, she imagined how he would groan when his cockhead bumped the back of her throat.

Her legs twitched, heart pounding as the vibrator reached full speed. She lost herself and her thoughts and crashed over the edge. Her whole body shook as she held the vibrator in place until she was too sensitive to take anymore. Instead, she ran her fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, easing her orgasm as her body recovered.

Instantly, she grabbed her phone, but felt weird talking about what she’d done. Instead, she asked something completely off topic.

Will you have another day off before Saturday?

No, but I’ll take you to dinner after the game.

I’d like that.

…

Rider…

Did you think of me?

Yes… Did you think of me ?

Yes.

Good night.

Good night,

beautiful

.

She cuddled up in bed and fell asleep, dreaming—no, fantasising—about more days like that.

spent the next two days preparing for the new school year. She was pleasantly surprised by how well she got along with her new assistant.

Tuesday evening, hosted a meet and greet for the families before their first day. Just as she was deciding what she wanted to wear, her phone rang. She couldn’t help the smile that spread on her face when she saw Rider’s name on the screen.

“Hi,” she greeted cheerfully.

“Hi there, just thought I’d check how you’re doing.”

“Trying to decide which blouse I want to wear for the meet and greet.”

“Show me.”

She put him on speakerphone and sent him a picture of the two tops laid on the bed.

“I like the blue one,” Rider decided.

“The blue one it is.” tossed the phone onto her bed and got dressed.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little, but mostly excited. Tomorrow is going to be a little stressful though. Probably a lot of crying and worried parents checking in more than usual.”

“You still get along with your new assistant?”

“Oh, she’s incredible. I have a feeling that she’ll be very patient with the kids.”

“Will you let me see your whole outfit?”

“Let me get a good picture.”

“How about video chat?”

“Even better.”

They switched over, and Rider’s warm chocolate eyes and curious smile filled the screen. She held the phone up and tilted it so her whole body came into view.

“You look like a treat.”

“Let’s hope the fathers don’t see it as such,” laughed.

“They can look but no one touches what’s mine.”

“So, I’m yours, am I?” she giggled, butterflies swirling in her stomach.

“I sure hope so, ‘cause I’m definitely yours.”

“I’m yours too.”

“So, it’s official: you’re my woman?”

“Yes.”

Rider’s mouth widened, splitting into a heart-stopping smile. “Now you go and rock this.”

“Are you relaxing tonight?”

“I might think of you while I’m in the shower.”

She bit her lip, heat washing over her face .

“But don’t think about that while talking to those parents,” he chuckled mischievously.

“I don’t like you right now.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make up for it.”

“I’m hanging up because you’re making me think all kinds of inappropriate thoughts.”

Rider’s brown eyes sparkled when he laughed. “You’ll do amazing!”

“Thank you.”

As much as she wanted to sit there and stare at Rider all night, it was time to leave. They ended the call and she collected her things. The evening went by easily. Some parents brought their little one, so had the chance to meet them before their first day.

Wednesday, as predicted, was a big, loud mess. The kids were screaming, and the parents were worried sick, with some refusing to leave the building.

By the time she left work to pick up Dan, she had a pounding headache. Though, another call from Rider would be enough to lighten her mood. Hoping she caught him at a good time, she dialled his number.

“Hi there,” she said cheerfully, happy he answered.

“How does it feel to be surrounded by silence?” he chuckled.

“Freeing.”

“What time will you be back home?”

“Eight-ish?”

“Perfect. My surprise will arrive at eight-thirty.”

“Surprise?”

“Mmhmm…” he teased .

“Do I get a hint?”

“No, but you’ll like it.”

“Alright,” laughed suspiciously. “How was your day? Getting more nervous by the minute for Saturday?”

“I should be mentally preparing but all I can think about is you staring at my ass.”

“Me and thousands of other Bullriders fans.”

“True, but I don’t care about them. I do , however, care about you.”

“And now you’ve made me look like a tomato, right before I have to go in and get Dan.”

“Are you at his school already?”

sighed, not wanting to hang up. “Unfortunately.”

“Well, be home by eight-thirty and then call me, alright?”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Talk later.”

The line beeped as the call ended, and it left her with a warm fuzzy feeling in her chest. squealed like a teenage girl over being… claimed by Rider. She loved how open and sure he was.

Dan was already bouncing in place, waiting for her outside the school. That excitement faded quickly when she drove by the park without stopping.

“Where are we going?”

“Home, so you can clean your room like your mother asked you to yesterday.” He sunk into his seat, a long-frustrated sigh filling the air and chuckled to herself. “Your mom and I do talk, you know?”

“Fine,” he pouted, crossing his little arms across his chest.

loved him to pieces, but he was testing limits more and more these days. Not so much with her, but definitely with his mother. It was natural for his age, but it didn’t make it easier on Gina. Her job was incredibly stressful and Dan’s misbehaviour didn’t help.

Once Dan finally cleaned his room, she let him choose what he wanted for dinner. As they were washing dishes and waiting on the oven, Gina walked through the door.

“Mom!” Dan squirmed.

Gina pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead. “How are you, my little goofball?”

“Good. We made dinner for you.”

“What a gentleman!”

“And I cleaned my room.”

“Even better!”

stayed long enough for dinner and to keep Dan occupied so Gina could take a long shower, then she raced home.

She nervously awaited her surprise, and hoped Rider himself would show up. Five minutes past eight-thirty, someone knocked on the door. She opened it, needing to mask her disappointment. A young man stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag in his hands.

“Ms. Levano?”

“That’s me.”

“Perfect.” He handed over the gifts in his hands, then swiftly walked away .

She set the flowers on the table and called Rider.

“It arrived?” he curiously asked, attempting to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Good. The envelope has your tickets for Saturday.”

grabbed the card hidden in the midst of the flowers. Inside were three tickets and VIP passes.

“The passes get you into the locker rooms to see me after the game.”

“Fancy,” she admonished.

“Only the best for you.”

“Can I open the present?”

“That depends on where you are.”

“In my living room.”

“Have you changed into something comfy yet?” Rider’s voice dropped, sounding rougher than before.

“No…”

“Maybe you should do that, but don’t hang up the phone.”

“If you insist.” took the gift bag into her room and changed into a loose t-shirt before sitting on the edge of her bed. “Are you home too?”

“Yes, and I have been anxiously waiting for you to get your surprise.”

“Why can I only open it when I’m comfy?”

“You’ll see.”

She sighed, unfastening her leg and rolling off the sleeve.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, impatience threading his voice as she pulled up her shorts .

“Yes, sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to rush you. I’m just excited.”

“So, can I open it now?”

“Please do.” Was that a whimper?

grabbed the gift, pulling a black silk bag from inside. Suspicion had her heart thundering in her chest. The bag slid open effortlessly, and the item inside fell onto the mattress next to her. A new vibrator.

“And?” Rider questioned breathlessly.

“You got me a toy.”

“Not just any toy. Read the instructions.”

froze when she saw the instruction booklet. It was one of those toys that could be controlled through an app.

“I have the app on my phone already. All you have to do is install it on yours and connect it.”

“We’re gonna use it?” she whispered, nervous.

“If you let me.”

Though she liked the idea, was hesitant. It was very intimate, even from miles away.

“If you don’t like the idea, it’s fine. I’m not here to force anything on you.”

“I like the idea! I just… I’ve never done anything like it.”

“Neither have I.” When she didn’t respond, Rider added, “If you don’t want me to control it, you can use it for yourself.”

“No,” protested. “I want to try it.”

“We can stop at any time,” he gently reassured her.

“Okay. Let me install the app.”

She followed the instructions on the booklet while he was still on the other end of the line.

“I think you did it,” Rider said, breaking the silence. “It’s showing up on my app now.”

“How do we do this?” she asked, unable to hide her insecurity.

“Let’s get comfy first,” Rider suggested. “Then you can tell me if it feels good or not.”

“Are you gonna stay on the phone?”

“I’d love to listen if you let me.”

“Just listen?”

“Just listen,” Rider echoed.

“I can do that.”

“Thank you,” he husked, rustling sounding through the phone as he rearranged himself

She blushed and laid on the bed, but not before grabbing her lube from the nightstand. She started on her back, slicking up the vibrator before gently penetrating herself with it. It was the perfect size and even had a clit stimulator. Once she was comfortable, she flipped onto her stomach, placed a pillow between her thighs, and laid the phone next to her head.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes,” she whispered, voice quivering with nerves and excitement.

“Will you tell me how you got comfortable?”

“You first.”

Rider chuckled gently, the sound sending a spark through ’s body. “I’m on my bed, leaning against the headboard. One hand holding my phone and the other fisting my cock. ”

A quiet moan escaped her lips, revived by his honesty. She wasn’t the only one being vulnerable. Now it seemed much more intimate on both sides.

“?”

“Rider?”

“What’s our safe word?”

“Lemon.”

“You can use it whenever you want.”

“You too.”

He let out another heartwarming chuckle. “Now will you tell me how I should imagine you?”

“I’m laying on my stomach with a pillow under my head and hips.”

A deep groan sounded through the speaker. “Why the pillow under your hips?”

She bit her lip, cheeks heating. “Because I like to grind on it.”

“Fuck… You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m imagining you grinding on me and it’s going to make me come.”

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“How could I not? You’re laying on your bed, trusting me enough to control your pleasure.” His voice deepened even more. “Tell me : will you come for me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered without hesitation.

The toy started vibrating. It was the lowest setting, the clit stimulator not even turned on yet. She relaxed into the pillow and closed her eyes, trying to imagine Rider on his bed, stroking his cock .

“Good?” he groaned.

“Mmhmm…”

The vibrations intensified, and she reached down to adjust the toy as the clit stimulator buzzed to life.

“One day I’m going to lay you on my bed and watch you play with yourself until you come for me.”

“Only if you return the favour.”

“I would fucking love that.”

“Are you still—”

“Fucking myself? Yes. Do you want more?”

“Please.”

The vibrations increased and her legs twitched, fireworks sparking through her body. She couldn’t help but moan, increasing the pressure on her clit with her fingers. She was close, but she didn’t want it to be over yet.

“Easy on the clit,” she pushed out between panting for breath.

Rider listened, and the buzzing on her tender pearl eased. “I love how you tell me what you need.”

“I don’t want to come yet,” she whispered, removing her hand.

“You would come that fast?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, sweet, gorgeous , you could come a hundred times and I would still give you more.”

“Will you?”

“I’m already dripping.” There was a pause before he asked, “Do you want to see?”

Oh, did she ever—but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to reciprocate. “Yes… ”

“But?”

“Do you want to see me too?”

“I do, but you don’t have to share anything you’re not ready to.”

Her phone vibrated, and a video message appeared. Grinding her hips into the pillow, she pressed play and couldn’t help another moan escape her lips. Rider fucked his fist, running is palm up and down his length before sweeping away the clear liquid leaking from his slit. She watched eagerly as he held the camera closer to his slit and let her see his precum dripping, the obscene squelching of lube echoing through the speaker.

“Rider,” she cried, grinding her hips harder.

“Will you come with me?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

The word hadn’t even passed her lips when he upped the intensity again. Her thighs twitched, muscles jolting. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the pornographic sounds coming from her.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” Rider begged. “I want to hear you.”

turned, letting him hear her pants and moans as the vibrations pushed her towards climax.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Rider praised.

The phone buzzed again, and reached over to play the next video. She watched with a racing heart as he worked himself hard and fast, his fist spreading precum over his length. His cockhead was red, weeping and begging for release.

“I want to see your cum,” she panted, pressing her fingers over her clit again to ease the vibrations. She wanted to see him spill before coming herself.

He groaned, a deep lustful sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Anything for you,” he agreed breathlessly. She could hear him working himself, groans and grunts filling her ears until he let out a long breath. “Fuck, I’m coming, sweet .”

“Please,” she begged, her fingers circling her clit to ease the pressure building, but not hard enough to make her come.

“Only for you,” he panted.

Another video appeared. In this one, Rider’s thighs flexed and his hand moved so fast with such a tight grip that it almost seemed painful—but he seemed to like it. Not even two pumps later he erupted, cum spilling through his fingers, dripping down to his groin.

“Rider,” she gasped, replaying the video and letting the toy work its magic. She came on a loud cry, watching him spill his cum for a third time.

removed the toy, giving herself the bliss of calmly riding out her climax against the pillow.

“?”

“Hm?”

“You’re so fucking precious.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Precious?”

“You should listen to yourself.”

“I’d rather let you do that.” She rolled on her side and pulled the pillow from between her thighs, hugging it to her chest. Her legs tingled, body struggling to come down from the high. “Do you want me to delete the videos? ”

“No,” Rider panted. “Keep them, use them again.”

“I love that idea. I promise I won’t let anyone see them.”

“I trust you.”

then closed her eyes and soaked in the moment. She’d never experienced anything like that and now that she had, she wanted more.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I’m sure tomorrow will be just as stressful,” he suggested.

“You should rest too. You have a big day to prepare for. I want that ass of yours looking its finest on game day.”

Rider let out a bark of laughter. “Just for you though.”

“Sleep tight.”

“You too, gorgeous.”

Exhausted from the day and content in so many ways, easily fell asleep, with visions of Rider playing behind her eyelids.