Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Rider

awoke the next morning with Gemma curled up to his side, a pillow under her head and her leg draped over his thigh. He stirred, the reason for being awake making itself known: his hard cock. He pressed down with the heel of his hand to ease the pressure, but for fuck’s sake, he wasn’t about to take care of himself with Gemma sleeping right next to him. He squirmed, trying to make himself more comfortable. That backfired, Gemma’s eyes fluttering open.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered.

Gemma gave him a lazy smile, closed her eyes and shifted her weight on top of him. stiffened, wondering if it was better or worse for him. Her body did ease some of the pressure, but it only made him harden even more.

Gemma was none the wiser. Her eyes were wide open, and she grinned up at him with a cheeky smile. With her chin resting on his sternum, she bit her lip, trying to hide her grin.

His cheeks heated. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to wake you.”

“How long have you been up?”

“A few minutes.”

She stretched, gave him a quick kiss, then pushed herself to sit up. Her pussy ground against him as she moved, and he had to suppress a groan. Gemma wiggled, and ’s eyes widened—he was wide awake now. She slid down, knocking his legs apart so she had space to kneel between his thighs. With a tug at his joggers, his cock throbbed.

“Gemma…” he groaned, fighting the urge to lift his hips.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

He let his head roll back, giving into his body’s primal urges and letting her tug the fabric away from him before he heard it hit the floor. “I just want you to know that it wasn’t my intention to wake you. I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t want to make this about sex.”

“Noted,” she giggled, tugging his boxers down, his dick springing up into her hand.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, and he could no longer suppress his pleasure. She was gentle at first, jacking his length slow enough to tease him. His eyes rolled back, and his cock jerked in her grip. She swiped her thumb over his tip, earning herself a few drops of precum that she generously worked into his skin.

He felt her move, and opened his eyes in time to see her bending over and her tongue darting out to taste him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching down and cupping her cheek, thumb caressing her soft skin. “That feels so good.”

She hummed and with a mischievous grin, she lapped at his cockhead again. Before he knew it, her lips were sealed around his cock. let his eyes shut, relishing the feeling of her tongue flattening against that spot that drove him wild. With one hand still cupping her cheek, his other found where she gripped him at the base, urging her to stroke him.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praised.

She hummed, vibrating his shaft as she swallowed him down. He picked his head up, desperate to see his cock disappear behind those gorgeous, plump lips. The mental images from last time had burned themselves into his brain—but they didn’t hold a candle to seeing it in real time. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks rosy and her lips in a sweet smile as she slowly bobbed over his cock. He ran his fingers through her hair, clenching the locks at her nape in his fist.

“Just like that,” he hummed, guiding her fist to squeeze a little harder.

Gemma adjusted her mouth to the rhythm of their hands, taking him deeper each time. His nervous system was shot, overwhelmed with the sparks that shot through him. Lightheaded from the rush of blood south, precum steadily flowed onto Gemma’s tongue. He wasn’t used to the feeling of being far too close to the edge. He couldn’t stop himself from rushing to his climax.

“I’m going to fucking come,” he groaned .

Rather than a warning, Gemma took that as an instruction to move faster, sucking and slurping until ’s orgasm was inevitable. The thought of how much she loved watching him come pushed him over the edge. He grunted and fucked into her mouth. The first burst of cum hit her tongue, and she sucked harder, drawing out his orgasm. He felt dizzy, his muscles quivering as the sparks turned to fireworks in his veins. After she’d made sure not to waste a single drop of his cum, she sat on her heels and grinned down at him.

“You are amazing,” he panted, his heart racing so fast he could hear his blood rushing in his ears.

“I enjoyed that.”

“Me too.”

Avoiding his gaze, her hands found his thighs, thumbs stroking the still twitching muscles. “I like how you just let me be. Like you don’t use or push me.”

Some men liked that—choking their women with their dicks—but she genuinely enjoyed pleasing him, and that was hotter than anything he could think of. “I love how much it pleases you to make me happy.”

He pushed himself up, grabbed her in his arms and rolled so she was beneath him, his lips finding hers for a sweet kiss before he trailed over her jawbone to her ear.

“How about I make you feel good now?”

She twisted her fingers into his hair, a low hum vibrating her skin. “I would like that very much.”

He steadied himself with one hand on the mattress, the other teasing down her side and into her shorts. “Because as much as I love watching you suck my cock, I love hearing you moan my name too.”

His fingers roamed over her skin, slowly pushing between her thighs to where she needed him the most. The second he stroked her clit, his lips sealed around her earlobe. With the moan falling from her lips, heat pooled between his legs again. Gemma’s thighs twitched, hand tightening in his hair to hold him in place. Desperate to be inside of her, swapped his thumb and slid his fingers down to her entrance. She stiffened, making him pause.

“Talk to me,” he hummed, gently kissing the shell of her ear.

“I’m enjoying myself,” she whispered.

“But you tensed, baby. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I don’t get wet easily,” Gemma admitted. “I want you to know it’s not because of you.”

“Oh, sweet love, don’t you worry. I have my ways.” And with that, he kissed her forehead and descended, kneeling between her spread legs. Gemma eagerly shed her shorts, throwing them aside. He hooked his hands beneath her thighs, eliciting a yelp from her as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Just like before, she squirmed and giggled. This time, she reached over her head and handed him a pillow.

“You’ll hurt your knees if you keep doing that.”

“Always taking care of me,” he husked, stamping his lips to her inner thigh. “I believe that needs a reward.”

He brushed over her legs, only stopping once he felt her tense up, feeling her relax again once her legs were over his shoulders. He ran his nose up her inner thigh, taking a deep breath in and letting his lips brush over the stretch marks there. Some were thin silver lines, others pinker while some trenched out longer. He stopped to kiss a few, her fingers clenching a thick fistful of his hair.

“So beautiful,” he praised.

While his lips were busy appreciating her thighs, his thumb found her clit again. Though he wanted to show her how much he adored her, he wasn’t going to tease her. She let out a long breath, arching into his touch. He trailed his free hand under her leg and over her waist, feeling more stretch marks beneath his fingertips. He traced those with his fingers, licking over the ones on her thighs.

She hummed, her fingers massaging his scalp. He was hard again, dizzy with how quickly blood rushed south, but he was far too focused on pleasing his woman. His thumb circled faster, his tongue licking up her inner thigh. Heat washed over his cheeks, her need evident.

“Would you like me to lick you? You did enjoy my tongue quite a lot last time.”

“Please.” Her voice shook with anticipation and desire.

needed no more permission than that, immediately swapping his thumb for his mouth. He gave her a good few strokes before slithering down to her entrance. He pushed his tongue inside, coating her walls before returning to her clit. That move earned himself a sweet breathless moan.

Carefully, he slipped two fingers inside. Despite what she’d said, she took him so well that he soon added a third. He sucked on her clit, his fingers fucking her knuckle-deep. Her thighs clenched around him, her legs crossing behind his neck and locking him in place—not that he would voluntarily move anyway. was in his own personal heaven.

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking against her sensitive and swollen clit. He was relentless, wanting to gift her the same intense pleasure she had given him. When her walls clenched around him, he finger-fucked her faster. He didn’t stop, even when she tried to tug him away. Those intoxicating sounds were too good.

“Please, ,” she begged and yanked at his hair again.

He relented with a groan, kissing her clit before he separated from her. “But it sounds so perfect when you orgasm for me.”

Gemma panted, her chest heavily rising and falling. He suddenly regretted not having removed that shirt. What a beautiful sight that would’ve been, her tits flat on her chest, her head rolled back and her pulse visibly racing beneath her skin.

He kissed her inner thighs again—first right then left—before he pushed both his hands under her ass and shifted her back to the middle of the bed, kneeling between her legs. He kissed her forehead, making sure to keep his still aching cock at distance from her tantalising pussy.

“Fuck, I should have brought condoms,” he grumbled and kissed her temple.

“We don’t need condoms.”

He pulled his head up to crook a brow at her. “We don’t?”

She shook her head and with red hot cheeks she pressed her lips together.

“You’re on birth control?”

“Went on it as soon as we started dating.”

“You’re telling me I can fuck your pussy bare?”

“Yes.”

“Come inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Shit, even feel you come without a damn condom?”

“Yes, —just do it,” Gemma whined, tugging at his hips.

His mouth crashed onto hers, one hand slipping under her neck to support his rather rough kiss. His heart pumped so fast he thought his veins would pop. “May I fuck you?”

“I love when you make something so dirty sound so hot.” He couldn’t help but grin as she took her time answering, though her lust-filled eyes already told him his answer. “You may.”

He kissed her again, this time much softer, and pushed a hand between them to guide his cock into place. He slipped his tip through her wet heat and down to her entrance, eagerly swallowing the moan she fed him.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“I trust you.”

growled. “Don’t make me come too soon, baby.” Then, he remembered how she liked it. “Grab a pillow and push it under your hips.”

“So thoughtful,” she praised, doing as she was told.

Once she was comfortable, she utilised his hair as reins and hauled him in for another kiss. pushed through, immediately feeling friction that made him pause. “Do you have lube?”

Gemma nodded and stretched for the nightstand, reaching forward when she came up short. He grabbed the wooden box and set it next to them on the mattress. He looked inside and found what he was looking for—and so much more, but he made a mental note of those for later. He drizzled some of the liquid onto his fingers, spreading it around inside Gemma before coating his cock with the rest. Looking back up, he found her watching with an uncomfortable expression on her face.

As a distraction, he leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers again. With one shift of his hips, he slid inside her, much easier. Her pussy soft, but tight around his cock. He stayed gentle, giving her time to adjust and distracting her with his tongue on her lips. She parted her mouth, her tongue now meeting his. The more he claimed, the more certain he was that his orgasm was imminent.

He broke the kiss, eyeing the box next to them. “Which one is certain to make you come fast?”

Gemma glanced over at her toys, indicating a small silicone rose. recognized it—the reviews were incredible.

“I would like to watch you use it.”

She bit her lip and slowly nodded, her face a shade of pink that he knew far too well as embarrassment.

“Would I be the first one to watch you?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“I can use it if it makes it easier, but you know your body best,” he offered, peppering kisses across her neck. “ I know myself too well. I’m close— really close—and I want you to come first.”

She shivered under him, and one hand moved towards her pussy. He could feel her other spread her folds, then the rose hummed to life.

“Good. Just like that, baby,” he praised and slowly ground his hips into hers, careful not to disturb her hand.

Gemma’s eyes rolled back, her body arching into his. He took a moment to drink in every inch of her body. She held the rose onto her clit, his hips steadily rocking faster. Her chest was rising and falling and yet again, he scolded himself for not having undressed her completely.

Next time , he silently promised.

Her body tensed, her muscles quivering, signalling to move. He rocked his hips, careful not to make any move that would make him come, wanting to wait for her—knowing how much she loved seeing him come.

“You look stunning,” he groaned into her ear. “Work yourself. Make yourself come for me.”

She eagerly nodded, so he thrust faster, feeling her pussy clench. He watched, fascinated as she ground into him and the rose, pressing a button that made her cry out loud.

“Keep going, baby,” he encouraged, his own breathing just as erratic as hers. “Come for me.”

With another press of the button, Gemma crashed over the edge. Her body shivered and twitched under him, her moans muffled as she pressed her mouth into his shoulder, sucking on his skin.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, his pace falling uneven.

“I want to see,” she panted as he felt her sit up.

His spine tingled, and he jolted back, sitting on his heels and taking his already pulsing cock in his fist. Cum spilled through his fingers and splattered onto Gemma’s stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she watched his cum drip over her skin. When her hand reached out and she let her thumb rub over his tip he nearly fainted, but that was nothing compared to what happened next. He watched, nearly drooling as Gemma swiped her finger through his release and licked her finger clean.

“Fuck sake, Gemma. I’m already getting hard again.”

“Sorry,” she giggled, sounding anything but apologetic.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” With a finger under her chin, he forced her to meet his eyes. “That was out of this world.”

He gave her a quick kiss, then retreated to the bathroom.

Once he’d cleaned them both up, he lifted her and pulled her into his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Gemma nuzzled into his throat and wrapped her arms around him, her body totally relaxed. He covered her with the blanket, tracing shapes over her thigh and brushing through her hair as she fell into a deep sleep.