Her Sweet Cake

4. Jordan

CHAPTER 4

Jordan

S ure, I said no more waiting but, fuck, this is going beyond fast, and there's still so much I haven't told her. Important stuff that I need her to know before we… before I…

I thought it could be tricky, but I was sure I could control myself. Do things in the proper order. Say hello to her, give her a kiss on the cheek, give her the roses I bought her, ask her out, and then maybe go to the whole mauling part of the equation.

And yet here I am acting like a beast, my hands clutching her bountiful ass as I stand between her legs and drive her harder against me while the flowers are somewhere on the floor between us, probably getting crushed under my feet, and hers are no longer touching the ground as I plunge my tongue into her mouth.

Well, it’s out of my hands now: I could have more luck trying to put an end to the blizzard outside than I would at trying to stop the shocking passion enveloping us right now.

And to think I just spent four hours driving at snail speed in an inclement weather that put even my huge truck through its paces, trying to rehearse in my head how this encounter should have gone!

I swear I meant to do things properly because I wanted Trudy not to misunderstand my passion for simple lust.

I wanted her to be sure of my feelings for her. I still want that. But the situation is fast escaping my control.

Maybe, if it was just me, I could pull the breaks, but it seems my little curvy cupcake is just as famished for my nearness as I am for hers. And therein lies the problem. I want to give her everything she wants. I think meeting her did something to gear my wiring that way, and there’s no changing things back, so if heavy petting in her bakery is what my woman wants, she’s gonna get it and then some.

Still, I could have at least tried to be a gentleman for the first few minutes since it was priority number one, which, unless being a gentleman means making the woman you love feel your hard cock springing against her belly during your first kiss before you even properly manage to apologize for leaving her alone on Valentine’s Day or actually getting down to ask her out or, I don’t know, saying more than ten words in total to her, I think I can safely scrap off my list of to-do things to court Trudy.

I came here with the best of intentions, really, but they flew out the window as soon as I stepped into this bakery. I don’t know if being thwarted yet again in my intent of seeing her first thing this morning is the reason why I feel so damn near unhinged in my want of her right now or if things would have gone in the exact same way even if I had managed to drag my ass away from Denver and back to Sylvan Creek this morning like I meant to.

Not that I could have accomplished it in any way, no matter how powerful I am. There’s a lot a man in my position can get done and fast, but even I can’t close the door in the face of half the damn FBI agents in the State and just as many IRS functionaries. Seems the little tiff my former friend caused extended far beyond embezzling from my company and into so much criminal shit I just can’t put it into words. Thank God my own records are spick and span, or I would have had to spend the whole damn week in Denver straightening this mess out instead of coming here to my little beauty and leaving all this crap to my lawyers as I did.

I focus yet again on the feel of her in my arms, and the little bit of rage I feel at recalling that asshole’s betrayal leaves me like air fizzing out of a burst balloon, my desire for Trudy winning over every other worry crowding my brain.

Yeah, I'm sure things would have gone the exact same way this morning. Only there would have been an audience around us. Definitely not gentlemanly behavior. More like a caveman attitude.

I guess I can still do all the things on my list; only kind of out of order.

For some reason, it seems everything in my relationship with Trudy is going to be impossible to whip into any semblance of a program. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. She's not a piece of software that's just waiting to be encoded every which way I want while I keep my cool. She's the first woman in my life who has ever been able to make me burn this way. She blows my fuse like nothing else in existence; no wonder I don't have an ounce of rationality left when she is in the vicinity!

My hard dick punches painfully at my zipper at the feel of Trudy’s soft curves pressing to my body, and I bite back a growl, continuing to devour her delectable plump lips with mine. A sizzle of her own white hot need is running through my body and brain and destroying everything in its path. Right now, I feel like my universe starts and ends with Trudy in the circle of my arms; her tiny, curvy body sinuously moving against mine as we kiss.

My lips are devouring hers, and my tongue is fencing with hers like my whole life depends on these actions, and maybe it really does.

Trudy’s little hands are clutching at my shoulders so fiercely, and she’s responding to each and every one of my forays in her mouth with such need and abandon that nothing else matters anymore. We’re gasping for breath and sharing the same oxygen in our kiss, my chest rising and falling rapidly and her magnificent breasts pushing into me while little blissful whimpers rip from her throat and end up on my own lips as our kiss keeps growing and pulling us under.

There is just one imperative in my mind right now, and it screams a single word in my head: closer. I need to be closer to her. We are wearing entirely too many clothes for what I have in mind.

There are visions running behind my tightly closed eyes that are so filthy and arousing I can't even put them into words. I want to do to her everything that a man can do to a woman and then some, but we're definitely not close enough for it, no matter that she's plastered to my body and practically climbing me already.

My eyes blink open on hers, and we just look at each other for a moment, both of our bodies shaking with need. Not a single word passes between us, yet I know we're of the same mind. I look behind her toward the service entrance in the back and she fervently nods her head before once more seeking my lips with hers, her hands splayed on either side of my face; fingers trembling against my bearded jaw. Without breaking the kiss, I wrap her more securely in my arms and fully pick her up. It's late, and it's snowing heavily outside, so I doubt there could be someone beyond the glass doors of Cupid's Cupcake, but even the tiniest chance of having someone come upon us would be too much for me.

I can't ever risk someone getting even the slightest glimpse of the magnificent body of the woman that I know is going to be mine for the rest of time, especially not while she is in such a state of abandon. She's entirely too pretty, and I would never want to share her, not even on such a flimsy level as letting some man take a peek at what's mine from hundreds of feet away.

I stride into the back and walk us past the kitchen, not wanting to mess things up in there for her. I know how much my baby cares about her pastries and everything being absolutely immaculate in her kitchen, and what I have in mind to do to her right now is the polar opposite of immaculate.

Trailing kisses down her jaw and to her neck while my hands squeeze her knead my woman's delectable bottom, I move past the personnel changing rooms and the private bathrooms and finally stop in front of what I’m positive must be her office, considering that hanging over the closed door there's the decalcomania of a pink fluffy cartoon bunny holding a light blue cloud that has the words ‘Big Bad Boss’ written over it in sparkly silver letters.

I smile over her head, clutching her a little tighter to my chest as a wave of tenderness floods through me and mixes with the overwhelming need still hardening my cock. She's too damn cute for words.

I want to cherish and protect her. I want for her to know without a doubt that she's mine and that we're going to be together forever. I want to spend the rest of my life basking in the glow of love and passion that she makes me feel. I want to worship every inch of her, cuddle her to me every minute of the day, kiss her sweetly all over and fuck her as hard as any man has ever fucked a woman and then do it harder, all at the same time. She's had my heart in her hands since day one, and I wouldn't want it any other way. All I want is for her to give me hers to keep in exchange so I can look after it forever.

Holding her to me with one arm under her ass, I push the door open and nearly buckle at the feel of her hot center, cradling my erection. I can practically feel her scorching me through the fabric of her jeans and that of my tightly pulled slacks.

I lift her higher and wind her legs more firmly around my waist as I walk us into the room and then close the door. I don’t even bother looking for a flat surface to lay her on and simply turn around to pin her against the closed door. I pitch my hips forward to keep her pressed to the unyielding wood as I free up one of my hands so I can touch her, our tongues still dueling with each other.

I let my fingers slide down her front and slip them under the light purple jumper, rolling the fabric upward as I go. My fingertips caress the warmth of her soft tummy and then explore upward, stroking her ribcage, not stopping until I feel the rasp of lace. I fully cup one of her large, firm breasts, and my thumb slides over her aroused nipple that’s punching through the material of her bra.

She bucks up into me, a hissing moan escaping her mouth and falling into mine. I squeeze and knead her supple flesh and marvel at the feel of her. I can detect the little goosebumps breaking at the top of her breast while her nipple keeps on blooming under my touch.

My other hand goes down to clutch one of her wide hips, and I once more deepen the kiss. A low groan leaves my throat, and I grasp her even harder to me, pushing my stiff cock harder against her jean-covered cunt. I love everything about this moment. I can’t get enough of her. She tastes delicious in my mouth and feels soft as a sexy cloud under my fingers. But this is not enough. I need so much more that I can’t even decide what I want first, so I go to the most basic thing: skin. I need to feel hers against mine, with nothing keeping us apart.

I break the kiss and pull away from her, smiling a little at her little frustrated mewl. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

I tell her, my voice so gravelly I barely recognize it.

I drop my coat and rip my tie off of me, then make quick work of the buttons of my shirt, sending more than one to scatter on the floor. She giggles delightedly at my show of impatience, and I grin at her, loving that we can be playful with each other even when we are both burning up like this.

Once my shirt falls open over my chest, I pull it off and whip it behind our back, and soon, my white undershirt follows. Trudy looks at my bare pecs and lower, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing even more brightly as she studies my bare torso with an evident appreciation and desire that flatters me more than I could ever begin to explain. I just love that she likes what she sees, that my body can get her hot for me. It's satisfying in a deep, animal way for which I have no name.

I turn my attention back to her, gulping down much-needed air as my hands reach for the zip on her jumper and pull it down. I push it off her shoulders and then slide the little lavender-colored tank top she’s wearing underneath up and off her.

My eyes feast on the sight of her ample breasts haphazardly contained in the purple and white lacy and silk contraption; the way the tops of her tits push together makes me almost fall to my knees. She’s got to have the most gorgeous pair of tits in creation. The white, creamy skin breaks into even more goosebumps under my heated scrutiny. I delight in following the blush covering her cheeks as it spreads to her neck and finally reaches her chest.

“Goddammit, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her with a broken voice I barely recognize as my own.

Fuck, I’m so excited I can barely speak.

She looks away, and to the side, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, her pink blush deepening even more. She looks bashful, and, for a moment, I don't understand what's going on in her mind.

Then my eyes widen in realization.

“Shit, don’t tell me you think you’re anything but perfect, love. Please… you are a fucking goddess.”

She looks up at me again, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, and I just lose it. We’re so attuned to each other that even without asking her, I can tell that someone’s been fucking around with her self-image and self-esteem. It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. She’s mine to protect and mine to make stronger. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving to her that she’s the most beautiful creature on earth until she has not a single insecurity left. Right now, pretty speeches are a little bit beyond my reach, though, so actions will have to suffice.

I attack her neck with my mouth, both of my hands grasping her breasts as my lips trail kisses down the side of her throat and lower still to her delicate-looking clavicle, and I groan in pleasure when I feel the silkiness of the skin stretched tight over her breasts grazing my lips.

I nip and lick upwards again, not stopping until I reach her mouth, my hands busy working the front clasp of her bra open. My big fingers struggle with the vertical line of tiny hooks, and my hands tremble a little. I wish I could just rip it off, but the fabric is thick and reinforced with wires, and I could risk hurting her by doing that, and I could never let that happen, no matter how eager I am to free her marvelous double Ds into my waiting palms. I finally pull the last hook free, and the bra falls open, exposing her chest to me in all its glory. I push the bra off her shoulders with the little power brain I have left. All my blood is going south as my mouth waters at the sight of her exquisite breasts.

”Fuck, Trudy… you are lovely…”

All this creamy skin topped by rosy caramel areolas and tiny pointy nipples looking hard as diamond studs and just begging for my lips to fall on them…

She's so damn pretty I am speechless. I flick one nub with my thumb while my other hand is busy shaping the other breast and watch the areola explode in even more goosebumps, the little tip tightening under my touch. I take my fingers away and exchange them for my mouth, my lips closing around one hard nipple and gently sucking it in while my tongue taps against the side of it.

Trudy goes up into flames at the little teasing stimulation, her body arching against mine, her entire voluptuous frame shaking, little sexy mewling sounds rushing from her lips between one gasping breath and the next as she murmurs my name over and over, like a prayer.

I had already guessed what she meant to me and what she could do to me if we ever got this close to each other, but even in my wildest imagining, I couldn't come up with the feeling that's running through me right now. She feels like a dream in my arms. Like she's never been anywhere else, like I've always held her this close to me, like nothing else ever existed before this moment, like we belong together. She feels like… mine.

I feel pre-cum gathering at the tip of my dick and wetting the front of my boxers. My balls are already starting to painfully draw up. I haven't even gotten my cock anywhere near her; in fact, I've barely started tasting her, and I'm already this close to falling off the edge.

No one has ever been able to make me feel this way in my entire adult life. It's the damnedest feeling. It's like I want to both freeze this perfect moment and spend the next five hours just licking, sucking, and kissing her, and at the same time, I want to speed it up, strip her fully naked, free my aching erection, hike her legs back around my hips and just sink my whole length into her and pump away.

I look up at her face from my place at her breasts, my bearded chin resting on one of her beautiful mounds.

“Baby, you are so sensitive. I love it.” I go back to playing with her nipple, my teeth gently nibbling it while I suckle it.

My ministrations make her hips rock against me, her hands leaving their exploration of the smattering of hair on my pecs to move around my back and meet at my nape, where she clutches me, keeping me attached to her breast.

I can't settle on doing just one thing; my mouth keeps going back between her nipples as my palms stroke and mold the heavenly weight of her large firm breasts, my cock punching the flap of my slacks with every little squeeze of my fingers. The way she's trembling and bucking up against me, rocking her still-covered pussy against my hard thigh, I'm pretty sure I could make her come just from nipple play, she's that responsive, but I know what she really wants, and I'm not in the mood to tease, so I will give it to her soon.

She's dying to feel my mouth between her legs, and I'm dying to discover her most secret taste with my tongue. Her delicious vanilla and strawberry scent is wafting all around me, even if there's not a single piece of pastry in sight. So I was right. The amazing perfume that always captures my senses when I'm around her really comes from her. It's not the cookies; it's her buttery skin. And her fragrance is changing now, darkening, getting coated in desire, like caramel browning as it simmers slowly in a pot.

I breathe her in and feel more of my control slip. She has me in thralls.

I can't get enough of her.

"I want to lick your pussy, baby. Will you let me?"

I don't know why I'm asking when I know I'm going to take it anyway just as much as I know that she's not about to deny the both of us that pleasure. Maybe I just want to hear her say it in that sweet voice of her.

Trudy doesn't make me wait long and starts to nod.

I shake my head. "Tell me, baby…"

She closes her eyes for a moment, and I watch her throat working; then she focuses her attention on me, and our eyes lock and hold. I feel her gaze slip into my soul and warming it up, like a wave of brown chocolate sinking into a cold blue ocean.

"Yes, Jordan, do it. Li-lick my… my pussy," she gasps out the words, and I feel every one of those breathy syllables as it laces around the base of my raging cock and clenches me there. The feel is so real it's almost physical.

I bite back a growl and reach between us and down to brusquely unbutton her jeans and roll them down her ample hips, only stopping when I reach her UGGS. I pull the boots off her feet and do the same with her lavender-colored fuzzy socks. Then I push her bundled jeans past her calves and off of her. Her delicate tiny toes come into view, the short, round nails painted a soft shade of cotton-candy pink.

I watch them wiggle, probably from the cold of the floor, and smile up at her as I pick her up again in my arms. Her legs immediately wind around my hips as I walk her further into the office, not stopping until I reach her perfectly organized desk. Holding her to me one-handed, I sweep a portion of the surface free of pens, folders, and little knickknacks to the side and lay her flat down on it.

I grin down at her, and she gives me a big, trusting smile that means more to me than I could ever say. Then I take a look at the purple and white fabric covering her cunt and nearly swallow my tongue. It's not that her panties are skimpy or overtly sexy. The little lace and silk concoction is perfectly modest, to be honest, the thing is that the fabric in the front is sticking to her pussy lips, and I can see her wetness seeping through.

“Fuck,” I bite out, my breath short, my hands fucking shaking, and my dick lurching even more painfully in the tight confines of my pants, part of it pushing upward and making me winch as I feel my belt buckle press against the swollen head. I can smell her private scent wafting up; it’s honeyed and thick, just like her curves, and it makes my nostrils flare in want.

I can’t wait to bury my whole face between her willing thighs. Trudy’s legs are wide open, but I push them back a little to spread her some more to accommodate my large frame even better between them. Holding her eyes with mine, I reach down to gently pet her cunt lips over the silk of her panties.

I can see the shape of her clit peering from between her puffy lips, even through the wet fabric that’s clinging to every inch of her cunt, and I can’t resist teasing us both a bit by strumming it a little, making her tremble all over while my erection rebels even more, demanding to be freed.

She jumps into my touch, gasping my name. “Jordan!”

The need in her gaze nearly scalds me in my own want of her, and I’ve got to give my cock some breathing room if I don’t want to end up rupturing something vital.

I tell her as much, and she giggles, a slash of redness zapping from the top of her chest up to her gorgeous face as she looks up at me.

I make quick work of unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, not wanting to keep my hands away from her sweet center a second more than I need to. I partly roll the front of my boxers down and tightly fist my hard erection, giving it a punishing squeeze to keep myself from going off already.

Pre-cum slides over my clenched fingers, and, if possible, my dick hardens even more as I watch Trudy’s curvaceous frame clad in only a tiny pair of wet panties, trembling all over, her eyes once more locking with mine before I see her gaze drop to my big hard shaft; a cloud of apprehension and surprise at my considerable size falling over her fawn-like eyes.

I smile at her, reaching down to caress the side of her face.

“I know it’s big, but don’t worry, baby. I would never hurt you. Besides, you can take it easy for now. I don’t want our first time to be a rushed affair on your desk.”

She gulps, eyes quickly leaving their perusal of my straining dick behind to focus on my face. “You don’t?”

I shake my head. “I need you in my bed, baby. That’s the only place where I could take you this first time. That’s how I’ve been picturing it from the start.”

She flushes an even brighter shade of pink. “You’ve been picturing that…? Us… together like that?”

I feel one of my eyebrows arch up as I look down at her with a smirk, the grip on my cock becoming even more strangling as my balls jump and tighten at the delicious spread laid in front of me.

I would have never believed a woman could look so damn adorable and yet so absolutely fuckable at the same time, but of course, I had no means of comparison before tonight. She’s the first and last woman that I consider mine.

This rush of protectiveness I’ve been feeling since my lips first clashed with hers, all mixed up with this overpowering lust rushing in my blood, is definitely a dangerous combo that could do away with my sanity in seconds.

“Why, you haven’t?” I ask, grinning down at her.

Trudy looks away for a moment, then brings her eyes to meet mine again, one of her little hands reaching up to touch my face, fingers sifting through my beard.

She takes a deep breath and then smiles at me. “Yes… yes, I have, Jordan…”

“Good,” I murmur and lower myself back down on her body, my skin humming at the feel of hers.

“Then lie back and let me enjoy this sweet little cunt of yours before you give it to me tonight…”

I kiss her lips softly, my tongue barely teasing the tip of hers, then I move lower and lower still, stopping only to briefly nibble the underside of one breast and then to circle her cute little navel with my tongue, making her soft tummy reflexively draw back at the tickling sensation.

I don’t stop my downward exploration until my face reaches her panty-covered pussy, and I press it down to it. I breathe her essence in, taking it from the source, and my eyes nearly fucking cross at her womanly scent. She smells fucking perfect, and if I had to call her fragrance anything to describe it, I could only say it smells like mine .

The single, possessive word rasps up my throat and out of my lips without my say-so. “Mine… fuck, sweetheart, you smell better than every piece of sweet that ever graced your bakery,” I grunt onto her wetness, rubbing my mouth side-to-side and up and down against her plump pussy. “I bet you taste even more divine than you smell, baby. Let’s see if I’m right…”

I give her a slow, long lap, my tongue digging in the furrow of sodden fabric growing wetter between her lower lips. She moans my name, her hands grasping at my shoulders, and I grunt my pleasure at her taste.

Her cunt is even more sugary than any of her delicious cakes and just as addictive to me.

Fuck, I knew her pussy nectar would own me. One little taste of it, and I’m already a Trudy junkie.

I begin to roll her panties down her lovely, curvy hips, finally getting rid of the last obstacle standing between my hungry mouth and the paradise between her lush, milky thighs. I feel her tense up a little as the wet silk reaches her knees, and I tear my eyes away from the unveiling of her hot little cunt to make sure she’s okay.

I might die on the spot if she asked me to stop, but I would do it, nonetheless. She’s too precious to me. Looking after her must always come first.

“Are you still with me, baby? You need me to slow this down a bit?”

One of her hands sneaks up from my shoulder to my jaw, and Trudy strokes the side of my face, shaking her head.

"No, I'm… I'm with you all the way. I'm just a little bit nervous," she confesses.

I nod. “Me, too.”

She gives me a disbelieving look. She probably thinks I’m like most rich men, a player who acts this way every weekend.

I reach down to caress her hip, eyes focused on her. “I really am, baby. Believe it or not, but this is not how my first dates usually start… or end, even.”

Her smile gets bigger.

"So this is a date, then?"

I smile back at her, nodding. "Definitely. The first of many. Stuff is kind of happening out of order, but I'm still going to ask you out to dinner after I'm done having my little snack."

She giggles, and I feel myself fall a little deeper in love with her. I adore the tinkling sound of her laughter more than anything in this world.

I finish pulling her panties down her legs and off of her, pocketing them for good measure. I’m about to spread her legs more to finally get a good look at her –no, make that my – cunt for the first time when her words stop me in my tracks.

“Jordan? Get a move on things, then… no more teasing. I’ve got some snacking of my own to do, alright?” she orders playfully, and I nearly swallow my Adams’s apple at the myriad of visions her allusion just conjured in my mind; my cock definitely turning to stone and jerking eagerly at the mere hint of the prospect.

I chuckle a little and nod. “Enough said, babe,” I murmur, and then I lower my gaze to the little pink beauty nestled between her legs and look my fill.