Lemon Cake (Naughty Desserts)

Gemma

That tie turned into a loss. Which turned into another, and then a third. With each one Rider withdrew more and more, though he never neglected her. He wasn’t as easy going, the tough season casting a dark storm over him.

She was just buckling Dan into the car after the loss against L.A. when her phone buzzed.

Come over tonight?

…

Please.

I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Be safe.

“Can we stop for food again?”

“No, sweetheart.”

“Why not? We did last time!”

“Because your mom said she’s going to cook for you tonight.”

Dan pouted, but he knew far too well that there was no reasoning with her. Knowing that Gina wouldn’t be home yet, she stopped by her place first to pack so she didn’t waste valuable Rider time later. She didn’t blame him for his focus on the game, but she did miss him.

She took Dan home, grateful for the distraction when he asked to play a card game. She was devastated for Rider, hoping more and more with each game that they’d get the win.

By the time she walked up to Rider’s front door, his hungry eyes were already raking over her figure. “Fucking shit,” he groaned, voice thick with desire.

“You said I should wear it more often,” said, indicating the much shorter skirt she wore beneath her Bullriders jersey.

He pulled her into the house, slamming the door shut and backing her against the closed wood. Big, strong hands groped up her thighs and slipped beneath the skirt. “I should be jealous that other men get to see this, but then I remember you’re mine .”

Her head thunked against the door and she tugged him closer, melting into the kisses he spread over her neck.

“Unbuckle my belt,” he demanded.

She couldn’t disobey if she wanted to. His boxers were barely able to restrain him, so she shoved them down and his cock all but jumped into her hand. She softly squeezed and he twitched in her hand. The soft kisses he peppered over her neck turned into soft nips, her panties hitting the floor with an expert flick of his wrist. His fingers ran through the dense curls, spreading her apart and zeroing in on her clit.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned, his hips kicking forward and shoving his cock through her fist. Rider fell to his knees, spearing his tongue through her folds. “Knees on my shoulders.”

“W-what?” she stammered.

“You heard me, .”

“Rider…”

“You listened so well a moment ago. I promise, I’ll reward you.”

She hesitated, but only briefly. The sensation of Rider’s tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves was enough encouragement for her. She wrapped her legs around his neck, rewarded by his lips sealing around her and sucking hard. She arched towards the wet heat of his mouth, her fingers twisting into his hair to lock him in place. Her eyes closed while her lips parted on a moan that only intensified when he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit. One hand supported her ass while two fingers of the other slipped into her, stretching her walls in preparation for his cock.

“Rider!” she squealed, the man kneeling before her shooting to his feet.

He only laughed it off, supporting her with both hands. “Look at me, . What do you think I could do to hurt you?”

“Drop me?” she scolded.

“Like this?” Rider shifted her body like it was nothing and let her fall, trapping her between his chest and the door. “I’ll always catch you, baby.”

slapped his chest, her heart thundering and her legs tightening around his waist. “Rider!”

“Let me make up for it,” he groaned with a cheeky grin.

Rider crushed his mouth to hers, catching her hitched breaths, and lining his cockhead up to her entrance. He pressed into her slowly, both his hands supportively grabbing her ass.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

And she did, her hand slipping under her skirt to circle her clit while the other guided his mouth back to hers with a tight grip in his hair. Rider took his time, steadily increasing his thrusts. Her fingers worked her faster, her legs quivering around him.

Far too soon, Rider groaned. “Not yet,” he panted, trying to pull himself free—but it was too late. held him tight, his cock swelling and spilling inside of her. He groaned in protest, but she silenced him with her lips.

didn’t stop, riding him and working her clit, her moans muffled by their kiss. She whined in protest when he broke their kiss, but his praise made her shiver.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” His lips trailed over her jawline to her ear where he nipped at her earlobe. “You look so beautiful fucking yourself in my arms.”

“Rider,” she breathed, his words hurtling her towards the edge.

“Just like that, moan my name, while your pussy is filled with my cum.” He soothed the bite with his tongue, quivering from oversensitivity—but he didn’t dare stop her. “You’re so full, baby. I haven’t come all week. Couldn’t. Needed you.”

With that, she tensed, falling over the edge with a feeling of vulnerability she’d never experienced. But in Rider’s arms, she felt safe.

“So beautiful,” he hummed, swallowing her moan with another kiss.

“I still hate you for dropping me,” she mock-pouted, playfully slapping his arms.

He chuckled and carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the counter and dampening a cloth. “Want me to run you a shower or bath?”

“A bath, but only if you join me.”

“Always.”

After disappearing from the room, Rider returned and set some snacks on the stool he now kept next to the tub.

When he slipped in behind her, she let her head roll back and her lips found his jaw. “Is this a custom build?”

“Yeah. Most traditional bathtubs were too small for me, so my first investment was to find someone who made them big enough for me to fit.”

Rider’s fingers traced shapes over her stomach, and her hands dropped to find his as she continued to pepper kisses over his jaw. “You can talk to me about it if you like. I know you might not want to, but I need you to know I can listen.”

Rider hesitated, but then it seemed like the fight left his body. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy sigh. “I’m frustrated—disappointed. And the worst thing about it is that I affected you. Deep down I know you understand, but it bothers me. Four losses—technically three, but we both know what a tie means. It fucks with my mind, and I can’t shut it off long enough to be around you.”

She kissed him, gently teasing her way to his ear.

Rider groaned in response. “I’m really trying not to get hard, but you’re making it impossible. ”

“Sorry,” she lied.

“You don’t sound sorry at all.”

She giggled, kissing his cheek. “Maybe not, but I enjoy you so much.”

“Me too, but I also want to enjoy having you in my arms without worrying about my dick’s opinion on the matter.”

She laughed and relented. “Okay, if you say so.”

“I told you, you listen so well, my beautiful .”