Painting Him Mine

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

EZRA

Mauricio’s hard cock pressed against my ass woke me up the next morning. As tempting as it was to take advantage of it, it would ruin my plans. I rolled over, loving seeing his handsome face first thing after waking up. I couldn’t wait until every morning started that way.

His green eyes were so beautiful as he gazed at me with sleepy affection. Reaching down, I stroked his erection. “I promise I’ll play with this after breakfast, okay?”

“That works for me.” He won major bonus points for his amiable reaction. Most guys would have demanded I pleasure them before we started our day. It said so much about Mauricio that he was fine with me not taking care of him right away.

Getting out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen to act out what I had been imagining since the previous evening. I suspected he was going to love what I was about to do. If nothing else, it’d more than make up for me not getting him off before getting out of bed.

Mauricio got up to follow me, earning more points with me when he didn’t bother putting on clothes and didn’t seem bothered by his arousal. “Do you always eat breakfast naked?”

“Nope, but today is special.” I pulled the white box out of the fridge with an excited noise.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Cake for breakfast?”

“Do you want a slice, or would you prefer cereal?”

“I guess I’ll do cake since you claimed today is special.”

After dishing out two pieces on plates, we carried them over to my table. Before I sat down, I adjusted my chair to give him an unobstructed view of me as I ate.

He tilted his head as he looked at me with curiosity. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” With great relish, I took my first bite of cake, moaning as the sweet vanilla taste made my taste buds sing with delight. Somehow, it was even better today than yesterday. It was such a turn-on that Mauricio was an incredible baker and that he had taken the time to make me such a piece of art for dessert.

As I continued eating, I fantasized about him cracking eggs into the flour. My dick perked up as I thought about his powerful forearms as he whipped his cake batter with a whisk. I especially enjoyed dreaming about his large hands doing such delicate piping of the petals. His desire to create something delicious to show me his appreciation was enough to get me going as I sucked another bite off my fork to savor.

At the sight of my erection, Mauricio’s eyebrows arched upward in surprise. “Seriously?”

“It’s so good,” I moaned. But I wasn’t just talking about the flavor. I loved everything the cake symbolized. His detailed recreations of flowers from buttercream frosting made me adore him even more.

I let my imagination keep running wild. Thinking about him standing behind me, his erection pressing against me as he showed me how to mix the ingredients together, caused precum to bead on the tip of my dick. I loved the idea of him turning me around and brushing some stray flour off my cheek before giving me tender kisses. Dreaming about him patiently teaching me how to make the delicate buttercream flowers made me ache to take myself in hand.

As it always did, my impish nature took control as I fantasized about sucking icing off his finger before I moved down to do the same to his dick as I gave him an appreciative and delicious blow job. In my mind, I drove him wild when I paused long enough to take more icing out of the bowl to coat his length. I then licked the underside clean before putting on a show of sucking off the rest as I went down on him.

Lost in my daydream, I had almost finished my cake. I switched to imagining him fucking me against my kitchen counter as I wrapped my arms and legs around him to hold on for the ride. He drilled me good, laughing when I snuck more icing from the bowl to suck off my finger as he pushed me to my limits. I loved thinking about him speeding up to make both of us come before the oven timer went off.

With my last bite, I imagined him letting me suck icing off his fingers as he came inside me. It took me over the edge, so I held his gaze as I came with a whimper in real life, without ever having to touch myself. I smirked as I noticed he was rock-hard with appreciation. “Now do you believe me when I say your cake is an edible orgasm?”