Chapter 14 Tanner #2
“Sounds thrilling,” I joke, and she laughs, the sound light and easy. “No, but seriously, you like it?”
“It’s fine,” she shrugs. “I’ve been there for a few years now. Got my routine down. But honestly, I miss small towns sometimes. The quiet, the space.”
“I get that. Less hectic, fewer people to get on your nerves.” I pause, stirring the batter a little slower now. “Kinda like our date, huh? No crowds, no chaos…until it got abruptly cut off.”
Emily chuckles, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. “Yeah, that was…unexpected.”
“Tell me about it,” I say.
“You’re not holding a grudge, are you?” she teases, bumping her hip against mine playfully.
“Nah,” I reply, but I can’t help adding, “I’m just sad it got interrupted, is all.”
She bites her lip, her eyes twinkling. “I guess I owe you a proper date, then.”
“That you do,” I grin.
She giggles again, and I find myself wondering how the hell I’m supposed to keep my head straight around her. I feel like I’m falling a little deeper every time she laughs.
Ater what feels like hours, we’ve finally made a decent batter.
“How long you think it’ll take?”
“Hmm,” I say, watching her pour into the bigger cake pans.
“Let me check,” I say. “Wait, I’ll preheat the oven before we put it in. We’ll need about 10 minutes.”
When I return, she’s still frowning down at the cake pans. “I’m worried about the consistency. You sure this is going to be okay?”
“Don’t worry. As long as it doesn’t grow legs and run away, it’ll be just fine.”
Emily holds up the spatula from the mixing bowl, her eyes locked on mine as she offers it. “Taste it,” she says.
I lean forward, my lips brushing against the spatula as I take a lick.
The batter is sweet, smooth, but it’s not the taste that lingers—it’s the heat between us.
My eyes flick up to hers, and for a moment, everything around us fades away.
It’s just her, standing there, watching me, her lips slightly parted as if waiting for my reaction.
“Good?” she asks, but her voice is quieter, like she feels it too—the tension crackling in the air.
“Yeah,” I murmur, holding her gaze longer than I should. “Real good.”
For a second, I think about closing the distance between us, about how easy it would be to just lean in and—
And I do.
Instead of leaning in to take it from the spatula, I gently grab her wrist, holding her gaze as I bring her finger to my mouth. Slowly, I suck the batter off, my lips lingering just long enough to hear her sharp intake of breath.
Her cheeks flush a deep pink as I let go of her hand, and I catch the low sound that escapes her—a soft, barely-there groan that sends a ripple of heat down my spine. Her eyes dart away, flustered, and I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips.
“Bold move,” she whispers, clearly trying to regain her composure, but her voice has a huskier edge to it now.
“Couldn’t resist,” I reply, my voice dropping as well. “Batter’s good, by the way. You’ve got a real knack for it.”
“Glad to know I’m good for something.”
“Oh, you’re good for a lot of things,” I murmur, leaning in slightly
She shakes her head, her smile returning as she grabs the spatula and turns her attention back to the batter.
I dip my fingers into the batter, scooping up just enough to catch her attention. When she glances my way, I hold it out to her, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice teasing.
She hesitates for just a second, her eyes flicking from my hand to my face.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she leans forward and wraps her lips around my fingers, slowly sucking the batter off.
I feel a bolt of heat shoot through me, watching as she takes her time, deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine.
Sweet Jesus.
Her tongue brushes against my skin, and I swear my pulse quickens.
“Good?” I ask, my voice coming out lower than I intended.
She pulls back slowly, her lips barely grazing my fingertips, and gives a small, satisfied hum. “Very.”
My heart pounds harder than it should.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Am I?” she retorts.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod, stepping just a little closer. I’m so turned on right now.
Emily dips her finger into the batter again, this time holding it just out of my reach.
“Think you’ve earned another taste, Tanner?”
I step closer, eyeing her finger and that sweet dollop of batter like it’s a prize. “Oh, I definitely have,” I murmur, leaning in, but just before I reach her, she pulls her hand back, laughing softly.
“Not so fast,” she announces, swiping the batter across my cheek instead.
I freeze for a second, feeling the cool smear on my skin, then I grin, narrowing my eyes at her. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”
Before she can react, I swipe some batter from the bowl and dab it on her nose. She gasps. “Tanner!”
But I’m not done. I grab more batter and smear it lightly along her jawline, tracing the curve of her neck.
“Ugh,” she says. “You’ve had it now!”
She dips her fingers back into the bowl, and instead of flicking the batter at me again, she smears it across my collarbone, her touch deliberate.
“Payback,” she whispers, her voice suddenly husky.
I glance down at the batter now marking my skin, then slowly reach up, wiping some off with my fingers. But instead of licking it off, I press my finger to her lips. “You started this,” I murmur, “now finish it.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t hesitate. She parts her lips and takes my finger into her mouth, sucking the batter off.
I don’t even think before I lean in and swipe more batter, this time running it along her collarbone. “Missed a spot,” I say, my voice low and rough.
She bites her lip, then smirks, pulling me closer as she dips her fingers into the batter again, this time smearing it across my lips. “You too,” she says.
I don’t wait. I close the distance between us and kiss her, licking the batter from her lips as our mouths meet. The kiss is slow, tasting of sweetness and heat, and I can feel her soft gasp against my mouth as her hands slide up my arms. In turn, I grab her tits, letting them fill my hands.
I break the kiss just enough to catch my breath, then trail my lips down her neck, licking the batter I left there earlier. She tilts her head back, giving me more access as a soft moan escapes her, and I take my time, savoring the taste of both her and the sweetness on her skin.
I lift Emily onto the counter, her legs wrapping around me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I can’t help but grin as she smears more batter across my cheek.
“You’re going to regret that,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing her.
As we kiss, I take a handful of the batter and smear it along her neck, watching her eyes widen.
She laughs breathlessly, taking her own handful and spreading it across my chest in retaliation. “You’re a mess, you know that?”
“Am I?” I reply, my voice low as I slide my hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the sticky mess we’ve made. “Feels like you’re right here in it with me.”
I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands roaming over her hips as she tugs me closer with her legs. And then I slowly come down to my knees.
“Tanner,” she breathes, a tremble running through her. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I whisper, my hands already undoing the button of her jeans, the sound of the zipper slicing through the air as I pull it down. I can feel her shiver.
Her lips part, her breath coming faster as she sits on the edge of the counter, legs instinctively parting for me.
She glances at the kitchen door. I know what she’s thinking. Anyone could walk in on us like this. And that is one heady feeling.
“Lift your ass for a sec.”
“Like this?” she asks.
I tug her jeans over her hips before making quick work of her underwear, leaving her exposed. I blow slightly on her core, making her shiver. My cock throbs in my pants, impatient, and I stroke it over my jeans. This isn’t about me, but her.
“Tanner…” Her voice is a whisper.
She’s trembling, unsure, but the desire in her eyes tells me she wants this as much as I do.
“I got you,” I murmur, my voice low and reassuring, keeping my hands gentle as I spread her legs a little wider, kneeling between them.
I inhale her musk deeply. She smells sweet—like nectar, like heaven.
I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her body tense beneath me, then move up, closer to her cunt.
The moment my mouth finds her, she gasps, her hand shooting down to clutch the edge of the counter for support.
My tongue slides over her, slow at first, tasting her, teasing her, while her body trembles.
Her cunt is every bit as delectable as I thought it would be as I fuck her with my tongue.
I could be lost inside her for hours.
Her fingers pull my hair, but I don’t stop. I suck on her engorged clit gently, drawing another gasp from her as she arches her back, her body responding in ways that make it impossible for her to stay still.
It’s reckless. I can only imagine the scandal if discovered, but that thought spurs me further. All I care about is the way she’s coming undone beneath my tongue, the way her body tenses and trembles with every flick of my tongue. Her moans are soft, desperate, her hands gripping my hair tighter.
“Tanner…” she whispers again, her voice cracking with need, her breath coming fast as I push her closer to the edge.
Emily’s legs tremble against my shoulders as I work her closer to the edge.
“Tanner…oh my God…” I press harder, swirling my tongue in just the way I know she will like, feeling her hips buck involuntarily against me.
She gasps, her fingers clenching the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles turn white.
And then it hits—her body jerks, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes, her moans spilling out uncontrollably.
I keep my mouth on her, working her through it, every tremor, every pulse as her climax washes over her.
I wait till she stops trembling before slowly coming to my feet.
“Tanner,” she whispers, her voice breathless, her body arching into mine.
“Yeah?” I murmur against her skin, my lips trailing back up to her jawline before I kiss her. I know she can taste herself on my lips.
“Maybe...maybe we should actually finish the cake,” she says, still breathless.
“Right. The cake.”
But as I step back, licking the last bit of cake batter from my lips, I know neither of us is done playing. Not by a long shot.