Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Gemma

Rider had her in his arms before she could finish nodding. He carried her to the bedroom, and she squirmed when he dropped her on the bed, supporting himself with a hand to either side of her. He knocked her legs apart, dipping down and pressing his lips to hers. Her arms snaked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Men normally hated being kissed after she’d had her mouth on them, but Rider didn’t seem to mind. His tongue swept over her lips, and she parted for him immediately, a groan vibrating from his chest when their tongues met.

She felt nothing but safe pinned beneath Rider’s massive form. Her skin tingled even more when he lowered down, bearing his weight on his forearm while his other hand danced down her side and skittered over her hip. His fingertips pushed past her towel, but paused as he broke the kiss.

“What’s our safe word?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Lemon.”

He nodded his approval, then leaned down and kissed her forehead before working his way south. He brushed his lips over her collarbones, pressing his lips against each one and nosing along the soft terrycloth still covering her. Her heart raced and her head spun as he slipped beneath the towel and caressed the arch of her hips. His touch was mind-blowing, and she was still high on whatever had come over her earlier. Rider hadn’t done anything inherently sexual, but she hadn’t been able to let him walk away.

Sparks flew across her skin as he followed the curve of her stomach between her legs. He didn’t hesitate to comb through her curls between her thighs, pushing his fingers through her folds and finding her clit like a magnet. She shuddered and her head fell back onto the soft mattress.

Rider applied more pressure with his fingers, and her muscles buzzed. He shifted and her groan of protest turned into a yelp as she was dragged to the edge of the bed. She peered down her body, watching Rider drop to his knees. He licked his lips, eyes fixed between her thighs like he hadn’t eaten in days. Before she could think, he had his mouth on her pussy, a gasp escaping her as he parted her folds with his tongue and sucked her clit between his lips.

He sucked hard, holding her in place with strong hands on her hips. She stiffened when he smoothed his palms down to her knees, but he only guided her legs to his shoulders. With his hands back where they belonged, she relaxed once more.

She let her head sink back into the mattress and carded her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails over his scalp. His tongue sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her body, but his grip on her waist held her firmly in place. He kept a steady pace with his mouth, increasing the pressure bit by bit until she was shaking.

Her blood rushed in her ears, drowning out her own sounds of pleasure. She panted and wiggled, Rider becoming relentless. He sucked hard, surprising her by drawing an unexpected orgasm faster than she’d hoped. Her thighs clenched and she yanked at his hair, but he didn’t relent until he had her screaming. Her heart felt like it would burst right out of her chest, and only then did he pull off, kissing her swollen clit softly. She panted hard, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and into her hair as she recovered from his sweet form of torture.

“So gorgeous,” he hummed, kissing over her right thigh before moving to her left. “That was perfect.”

She couldn’t say anything, her lungs fighting for each breath. Even if she could have, he’d rendered her speechless.

Rider chuckled lightly and stretched over her, kissing her cheek. “Let me grab your clothes.”

He ducked into the bathroom, returning with her clothes and prosthesis, carefully laying everything within reach before helping her sit up. With one hand tightly gripping hers, he let his other run through the damp, tangled mess that was her hair.

“How about we cuddle up and watch some more Game of Thrones ? I’ll have snacks and drinks ready for you.”

She nodded, her mind still void of words.

“Are you okay?”

Another nod.

“I wasn’t too pushy? ”

“No,” she promised, perhaps a little too eagerly.

The concern etched into his features washed away, and he leaned in for another kiss before dressing and disappearing from the room.

As she dried and dressed herself, she relived everything over again. From him holding her in the bathtub, to her pleasing him with nothing more than her tongue. She’d loved to hear him groan for her. She’d wanted to be the one to make him come. He hadn’t been forcing or demanding, something she’d learned she didn’t like when going down on a man. She loved to be the one in control of her man’s pleasure. Though when it had been his turn to make her squirm and moan, she’d loved how he’d given her what she needed.

Once dressed, she followed him to the living room where he was stocking the coffee table with snacks and drinks. They cuddled together on the couch, getting through two episodes before she felt ready to leave.

She immediately grabbed his hand on the drive, loving the way his large hands nearly engulfed hers. “Your next game is on Saturday in Los Angeles, right?”

“Yeah.”

“When are you travelling there?”

“The day before.”

“Can I take you out when you get back?”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to grin at her. “I don’t think a woman has ever asked me to take me out.”

“I thought you might enjoy not having to worry about planning anything. The season is hard enough as is.”

“I have both Sunday and Monday off. I’ll be all yours. ”

Butterflies swirled in her stomach, tamping down the nerves over not having anything planned yet. “I like how that sounds: you being all mine.”

“It does have a nice ring to it.”

At her door Rider pulled her to his chest and guided her to fold into his body, nuzzling into her neck. She loved how tall he was, how she felt safe and sound in his arms.

His lips brushed over her lips before his forehead leaned on hers. “Today was special.”

“It was,” she agreed, her heart racing and making her blood rush through her ears.

“I want more days like this.”

“You can have them all.”

Rider swooped down, capturing her mouth once more. He grabbed her ass, scooping her up into his arms. She tightened her legs around his waist, spearing her fingers through his hair. Her shoulders pressed into the cool wood of her door, his tongue licking into her mouth when she parted her lips for him.

Then he pulled back, cheeks slightly flushed and his chest heaving. “Goodnight, .”

“You don’t want to come inside?” she asked, far too hopeful as he gently set her back down.

“If I don’t leave now, you and I will end up spending the night wide awake and naked all over your apartment.”

“I’m not seeing the problem here.”

“Because I promised to take it slow.” Then he leaned in, kissed her forehead again and walked off. “Goodnight, .”

Shaky hands fumbled for her keys and unlocked her door. With wobbly legs, she walked to her couch and let herself fall into the cushions with a smile so wide her cheeks ached.