Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Rider

By the time game day rolled around, Gemma and had spoken every day. They never missed a good morning text, nor a chance to wish each other a good night. That particular morning had been different though. had made sure to keep his phone out of his reach to minimise distractions. He’d cycled through his usual game-day routine, blasting his usual techno music through his headphones and cycling through the plays until he had them memorised.

He’d been in his zone, and it had paid off. Leaving the stadium with a 24-20 win, he was buzzing from the high. The moment he could, he pulled out his phone and texted Gemma.

Hi,

On my way back home.

Have a safe flight! You looked great, but I must say I enjoyed the live version so much more

I’ll make sure to get you tickets for Friday .

“Is that your woman conjuring a smile on your face?” Braiden asked, standing in the aisle.

wasn’t even ashamed of the goofy grin on his face. “Yeah.”

“When are you gonna see her again?”

“Tomorrow.”

“So serious,” Braiden chuckled, throwing himself into the seat next to him. It was a tight squeeze, but Braiden was far too curious to let things slide. “What are you going to do?”

“Not sure. It’s a surprise.”

“Fucking adorable, you two. When will you propose?”

Shit . bit his tongue to avoid saying something stupid. Though he knew she was the one, it was way too soon.

“Wow, I’ve known you for years and that’s a new expression. It was just a joke, you know?”

“A bad one,” he grumbled, turning his gaze out the window.

“But you two are getting serious, right? Because I think you two are great together.”

“Thanks.”

Sensing that didn’t want to take that conversation any further, Braiden went in search of another seat.

Once again gaining some privacy, grabbed his phone.

Are you alone and comfortable?

Yes, and yes.

How about you get just a little comfier and get our toy out?

Okay .

There was no sense of hesitation—and he loved it. He stared at his phone and waited impatiently for her to text again. Then, the toy’s app chimed. Gemma was connected.

I’m yours. Are you alone?

No. Still on the bus. I’ll call you, but only to listen.

No one will see?

No baby, I don’t share.

put one of his earbuds in, keeping the other out to stay aware of his surroundings. Then he called her and opened the app, letting his thumb swipe over the screen to let her feel a slight vibration. The moment she picked up, the delicious whimper coming from her heated his blood and sent a shiver down his spine. Fuck, this would be torture, but the thrill made it all worth it.

You sound so beautiful.

Do you want your clit to feel good too?

“Yes,” she whispered, her next moan muffled.

Don’t be afraid, no one can hear you. I have headphones in. I will never let anyone see you this vulnerable.

“I trust you,” her voice quivered as he turned on the clit stimulator.

She sounded like heaven and that sweet song only got better as he increased the strength of the toy. His dick was rock hard, pounding against his zipper, but he ignored it. He loved how he could get her off even when this far away. He could only imagine her fucking the toy into the cushion beneath her.

Are you laying on your stomach, grinding into the pillow?

“Yes.”

One day I’ll fuck you just like that. My cock inside you, first slow then faster and harder, while the toy pleases your clit.

“,” she gasped, rewarded by an increase in speed. He’d noticed she loved it steady—intervals didn’t seem to do it for her.

I love how you moan my name. I’ll love it even more when you’re coming around my cock.

I’ll have you come before me, so I can feel your pussy tighten around me and fuck you through your orgasm.

Maybe I’ll even make you come more than once.

He sent the text in pieces, letting her read one before getting the next. Then he upped the intensity on her clit. Her cries increased, her climax close.

You’re going to come for me, won’t you baby ?

“Yes.”

You’re doing so well. Fuck that pussy of yours and let me hear it all.

“More,” Gemma begged, her voice raspy and desperate for her release.

He gave her everything, listening as Gemma fell apart. She crashed over the edge, his name like a prayer on her lips. He was painfully hard, and the precum leaking into his boxers didn’t give any relief.

Fuck, how was he supposed to get off the bus with his cock pressing to be released.

So beautiful.

Just like that, let me hear it all.

Then he slowed the toy, listening as her breathing evened out. Once she returned to reality, she disconnected the toy.

“Will you let me see you come later?” Her voice was still strained, but the hope laced in those words made him grin.

Yes baby. I’ll show you later, once I’m home. If you’re still up.

She let out a pleased hum, just as the bus pulled up to the airport. “Call me once you’re home.” Then she blew him a kiss and hung up.

dropped his head back and let out a silent groan. He was still hard, but that wasn’t the reason behind the flush on his cheeks. This woman was everything— his everything.

He held his jacket in front of him to cover the evidence of his arousal. He’d hoped the cold would put him back to sleep, but damn that bastard didn’t want to do as he was told.

The plane was stuffed with snacks and after eating his fair share, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his heart light and his stomach tickling from the butterflies.

Just as he promised, he called Gemma once he got home. Already undressing, he put the phone on speaker and threw it on the bed.

“Hey.”

“You sound sleepy.”

She laughed, which turned into a yawn. “I fell asleep.”

“Would you like to go back to sleep?”

“No way.”

“Will you join me then?” he asked, cringing at the near begging in his tone.

“Already getting comfy.”

dropped onto the bed, joggers around his knees. “I’m already hard for you.” The toy was already connected when he opened the app. “Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please.” There it was again, that sweet little hum that was becoming addictive.

“Remember, you don’t have to share yourself,” he assured, turning on the video chat.

Her room was dark and so was her screen, but he didn’t mind—especially not with the whimper she gave him when she saw his cock. Desperate, he stroked hard and fast—his erection hadn’t let up since that bus ride. She moaned when his thumb swiped away a drop of precum and spread it down his length. His hips kicked, the visual of her tongue lapping it up at the forefront of his mind.

“I wish it was your hand stroking me.”

“Me too. I liked it.”

“I know, I could see it in your eyes. You loved every second of sucking my dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Gemma sighed in response.

He rewarded her by upping the intensity—and himself with faster fist strokes down his cock. “You made me feel so good. Maybe one day I’ll let you suck me while you fuck yourself with that toy.”

Gemma cried desperately, and needing a fast release just as much as he did, he let the toy buzz faster and worked his length harder.

“You could come over and over while my dick muffles your screams.” His hips pitched forward, his cock growing impatient. “You would fall apart while you suck my cum.”

He leaked like a faucet now–and Gemma seemed to like that idea, her breaths quickening into intoxicating little pants.

“Will you swallow for me again?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Fuck, you’re going to feel so good,” he grunted. The muscles in his thighs twitched and his pace grew erratic. He needed her to come first, so he gave it her all and listened as she reached her climax, her high-pitched cries and her covers rustling as she grinded herself into the pillow echoing through the speaker. “I’m coming,” he warned.

“Please,” she begged. Knowing how she loved seeing his cum, leaned into the release he’d been craving all night.

The knot in his belly unravelled. His hand shook, but he tried to keep his phone steady on his cock, nice and close so she could see every drop. “You like that, don’t you?” he grunted. “Seeing my cum?”

“Yes!” she panted, the sounds of her orgasm music to his ears.

“Fuck, it’s all yours.”

She breathed heavily, shutting the toy off and seemingly throwing it aside, if the thump that heard was any indication.

“I love listening to you.”

“I love watching you.”

He chuckled, stroking himself to the point of oversensitivity, before turning off the camera. “Will you tell me what we’ll be doing tomorrow?” he asked, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“No, but I do have a plan B in case you don’t like it.”

“Maybe we can do both?”

“Wait and see.”

“Don’t question yourself. I’ll enjoy whatever you have planned because it’s time with you.”

Gemma sighed into another yawn. “We’ll see.”

“Now, get some rest, baby.” He blew her a kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, .”