Chapter 9
Tyler
I was up to my elbows in flour.
Ava didn’t have a speck of flour on her, but I seemed to be coated in it.
She laughed. “Not like that, Tyler. Like this. You’ve never sifted flour before, have you?”
“There’s a first time for everything,” I told her.
As long as it meant I could be around Ava, I’d be happy to become an expert baker.
“Well, you’ve made cookies before, right?” she asked.
“No.”
“Brownies?”
“No.”
“Pancakes?”
“No.”
“Waffles?”
“The frozen kind.”
She leaned a hand against her hip, looking absolutely adorable in her apron. “Are you telling me the most you’ve ever baked in your life are a few frozen waffles?”
“Yeah. And normally I just microwave them.”
“No wonder you liked my cookies so much. You’ve been starved for home-baked goods!”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve been starved for homemade anything. I’m not much of a cook.”
She dusted some of the flour off my shirt. “And there’s been no one in your life to make you homemade treats for a while? That’s sad.”
Thinking back, I couldn’t recall a time anyone had made me a home-cooked meal. My mom hadn’t been the mothering type, and my dad was only marginally more interested in me than she was.
I’d left home early, spent time on the streets, then some more time in juvie. The day I turned seventeen, I joined the military.
The girlfriends I’d had, well, they’d been more interested in fucking than baking. There’d never been anyone serious in my life.
“Naw, it’s been a long time,” I said, answering her question. “So this feels… kind of special.”
“And imagine… there’s going to be a cake at the end of it!” she said with a giant smile spread across her lips.
Ava finished sifting the flour and added the wet ingredients. “Do you feel up to mixing it?” she asked.
She’d come over equipped with enough supplies to feed an army. One of those items was a mysterious contraption with round metal sticks.
“How do I use it?”
“Easy. Let me show you.” She took a step closer to me, plugged in the device and began mixing the ingredients, her motion making a smooth steady circle around the edges of the bowl. “It’s called a hand-mixer. It does the work for us. You want to try?”
“Uh. Sure.”
She’d made it look simple. I should be able to replicate it.
I took the mixer and the bowl from her.
“Turn this button on low, then begin circling the inner rim of the bowl slowly, making sure to—oh, shit!”
Batter flew up and landed on my chest. More landed on the counter.
“What the fuck happened!” I growled.
When I looked over at her, I saw that she was covered in batter, too.
I lifted the mixer out, and more batter flew around the kitchen, spattering us and every solid surface with flecks of what had been our cake.
Ava wasn’t mad. Or frustrated.
She was laughing her ass off. “Tyler, turn it off!”
I hit buttons until the machine finally stopped.
“I’m never doing that again,” I told her as I looked at the disaster I’d made of my kitchen.
She wiped batter off my cheek and licked it. “I don’t think there’s going to be a cake tonight, Tyler. We’re both wearing it.”
Fuck. This was not how a first date was supposed to go.
“I messed up your dress.”
“Not worse than you messed up your shirt.” Her eyes were sparkling like she was having the best time with me.
“Why did the machine work so well for you? It was like it was possessed when I tried to use it. Maybe it was the ghost.”
She grinned up at me. “That was no ghost, Tyler. That was one-hundred percent you. But it’s not your fault. You turned the hand mixer on high instead of low, and you didn’t get your beaters all the way in the batter.”
“What the fuck is a beater?”
“The metal sticks.”
We were so close, standing inches from each other in my trashed kitchen. All I wanted to do was kiss her. And instead, she was probably about to go home to get into clean clothes. I didn’t want our date to end like this.
And I was tired of keeping my distance from her. I needed Ava to know how I was feeling. So I took a step forward and wiped a bit of batter off her cheek, then sucked my finger clean. “We were just getting started, and now I’ve ruined everything. I think we both need a shower.”
She gave me the best smile I’d ever seen before in my life and asked, “Do you have a shower we can use?”
It was impossible not to notice the we that she’d snuck in.
“Yeah,” I grunted out, “we can take a shower.” I took another swipe of batter off her arm and sucked it down. “You taste good.”
Ava laughed and leaned in closer, her hips grazing against me. “You’re the most sweets-crazy man I’ve ever met. I could just imagine you licking all this cake batter right off me.”
A flash fire roared between us as I tugged her closer. “Is that an option?” I asked right before I dropped my mouth down onto hers.
I still had the sweet taste of cake batter on my tongue, and it made kissing her feel like I was kissing a candy shop.
This was the kiss I should have given her the first night we met. But better late than never.
She was the sweetest sweet, her mouth forming itself to mine, her tongue, tentative at first, exploring me. But I wasn’t holding back. I led the charge, showing her just how much I’d been thinking of her since last week.
Ava moaned as my hands slipped up to her breasts, kneading their softness in my grasp. Gentle at first, then more fervently as my cock began straining against my pants.
I wanted her. Right now. Right here. No delays.
Hoping it wasn’t too much, I tugged the zipper of her dress down, then pulled the straps off her shoulders until her gorgeous breasts were in view.
I took in the sight of her, my breath momentarily knocked out of my lungs. Then I kissed her again before slipping down to suck the cake batter off her neck.
Her moans got louder, and I had the feeling Ava wanted this as badly as I did.
I tugged her dress down until she was standing naked before me.
“You weren’t wearing any underwear?”
She looked up at me with flushed cheeks and need in her eyes. “I didn’t want anything getting between us.”
That clocked straight down to my cock.
Kissing my way down her body, I followed a trail of cake batter, kissing her everywhere it had landed. I spent a lot of time on her left arm, which had received the lion’s share of the cake mix.
Picking her up, I put her down on my kitchen counter. “Spread your legs. I want to get the rest of the batter.”
She did as I asked, laughing the whole time. “Tyler, you know I didn’t get any cake on my pussy.”
“Let me just make sure. I should be thorough.”
As my lips landed on her, she gasped and squirmed, inching herself as close to the edge of the counter as she could get while still staying on it.
I locked my mouth in place, lapping up the sweetest part of her body that I’d found yet.
She was wet for me, and each lap of my tongue brought a new moan to my ears. It was exquisite.
When she started bucking her hips, I inched my attention upwards until I found her clit. Then I held on and sucked. That’s when she really went wild.
Ava was squirming for me, pressing her sweet pussy against me as I swirled and sucked her to an orgasm and back. It was easy to know when she was coming, because she was loud, like a wild beast… nothing tame inside her.
When her cries turned to deep, panting breaths, I kissed my way up again, latching on to her breasts for a moment before making it all the way back up to her mouth.
Her eyes were hooded over, lips parted, lust evident on her face.
“I need to fuck you now,” I growled out as I unbuckled my pants and kicked them away.
I didn’t wait a moment after that, pointing my cock in the right direction, until I was sliding against her slickness. “You want this? Is this what you want?”
Her eyes turned worried. “But can you do this? What about your hip? Should we go to your bed?”
It was true that it was throbbing right now. I was going to pay for it later. But every thrust I got to make would be worth whatever pain it brought.
“We can go to bed later,” I growled out as I pushed myself inside her.
And then there were no more questions from her.
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide before hooding over again.
“You feel so good, Tyler. Don’t stop. Oh, my ever-living lord, don’t stop.”
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked. It was less of a question since I was already doing exactly that.
“Yes, that’s what I want,” she moaned as I thrust so hard I shifted her backward on the counter. I had to grab hold of her hips to keep her steady.
But with each thrust, thrust, thrust, she slid away again.
Until I growled out. “Turn around.”
She obediently hopped off the counter and faced it, wiggling her plump ass at me as she did.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
But there was no time to savor the view. I needed to fuck her now, and I needed to fuck her hard.
I found her slit, and slipped in, my cock wrapped by her warmth and tightness.
Gripping her hair, I started thrusting again. Not controlled. Not in charge. But wild and hungry. An animal need tore through me, something instinctual and beyond the trappings of our polite society.
Man. Get. Woman. Now.
Mine.
I groaned out, then I gripped her hair, holding her in place while she moaned with every thrust I gave her.
My hip was on fire, but so was my cock. And it was winning right now.
There’d be hell to pay later, and my physical therapist would have words for me, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was driving myself as deep into her sweetness as I could get.
By the end we were both groaning, in tempo to the rhythm of my cock.
I snaked my hand down between her legs when I sensed that she was getting close. Then, I rammed her with everything I had.
I came as she cried out, both of our voices rocketing around the old cottage.
As my hot seed filled her, a moment of worry flashed through me. I hadn’t even offered her protection.
But if she got pregnant, would it really be a problem? Some primitive part of me wanted that.
I said the right thing, though. “I didn’t mean to come inside you.”
She was still breathing hard, hands clutching onto the counter as if it were the only thing holding her upright. “Tyler, if you hadn’t come inside me, I’d be pissed right now. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.”
Her words stunned me for a moment, and then I burst out laughing. She joined me a second later, until we were both laughing hysterically, unable to stop ourselves.
I pulled out of her and gently turned her around so we were facing each other again. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, but I’m worried about what you might have done to your hip.”
Ignoring the pain I felt, I stoically told her, “It’ll be all right. Don’t worry about me. I’m more worried about my kitchen right now.”
The entire room was trashed.
Her mouth found mine, and that was the only thing that existed for a moment. Then she whispered, “About that shower. What do you say we get cleaned up and go to bed? I’m ready for round two. We can clean the kitchen tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I let her lead me down the hall like a bull with a ring in its nose. If this is what it felt like to be domesticated, I was all in. She could domesticate the fuck out of me. I kind of hoped she would.