I wish I could say I'm completely excited, but a part of me is anxious a little.
He brings a black towel over my eyes and wraps it around my head, tightening it from the back. My entire vision gets blocked. I see nothing.
"Who knew a towel could be so kinky, huh?"
"Do you see anything?"
"No, sir, no."
"God..." He walks away. I get more nervous.
"You putting your peepee away, daddy?" I swing my legs back and forth.
"Layla! Shut the fuck up!" He yells in horror and I cackle, snorting a little bit. He acts like one and he doesn't even realize it.
"I swear to God..." Daddy returns, setting something down. "Behave or I'll smash your face in this fucking cake and choke you with it."
"I'd rather be choked in a different context, sir."
"Yeah. I bet."
"If you bet, then choke me, da—" I shriek as a frozen object touches my chest. "What was that!"
"A gun." He says. "Now shut it before I use it on you."
"A gun?" I expose my neck and smirk. "Go for it."
Lucas grumbles a series of curse words, which is so hot when I can't see a thing—
"Open your mouth."
Gosh. What a beautiful waterfall that is between my legs.
"Open... your mouth, Layla."
Don't smirk, don't smirk, don't smirk.
He slides his palms past my hips, lips over my ear. "Open... your fucking... mouth." A shiver runs down my spine.
A shallow breath gives me away. I do as he says, too distracted by his grunt when a wet and smooth object is pressed on my lips.
"Your dick."
Lucas laughs. "Yeah. I climbed on the chair and shoved it in your mouth."
I don't know, what if he's the type who'd do that? I giggle just imagining it.
"Bite." His tone becomes stern. Like a spell, it makes me comply.
I slip my tongue for a timid taste, tasting nothing, then sink my teeth into it, noticing something tart, light, and slightly sweet.
"A strawberry." I say, proud like a blind tasting champion.
"That wasn't the dessert, dumbass."
"I didn't know my dessert could talk."
"This girl..." he chastises, walking away. An oven door opens and a porcelain gets placed on the counter. An aroma of steamy chocolate takes over the room, watering my mouth.
"Gimme..."
"Wait."
I bite my lip.
"Mm, that's good." Lucas groans and I swear I lose ten years right there and then.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" My voice breaks and he laughs.
Judging from the sound, it's one of those where he throws his head back. My anger goes to trash.
"I'm kidding, I haven't had it yet." He says, composing himself, then leans in and feeds me the best motherfucking lava cake on the planet.
The depth of this dark chocolate is so rich, I want it to run through my veins. The texture is so soft, it's like bouncing on a fat, baby angel. The sponge is so moist, it's like—
"How is it?" God asks.
"No one else shall eat this."
"Why?"
"Because it's so divine..." I moan. "It tastes like having sex with you."
"Um no, I'm better than a cake."
"Why don't you prove me wrong?"
"I don't have the green light."
"Because I'd rather eat cake." I say, snorting as he curses. "Give me a little more."
I open my mouth and he shoves a huge piece.
My face jerks up to not spill, but it's too late. Gooey, warm chocolate spills on my chest, dripping between my breasts.
"Whap pa hep!" I swallow. "Oh, you so did that on purpose!"
"Me? I didn't do anything."
"Clean it up." I whine. "I'm all sticky!"
"How?"
"I don't care! Just do it!"
"Alright."
I stop breathing when something hot and wet, and very familiar, touches between my breasts.
It's his tongue. Oh God, he's licking me.
As if I'm not even here, as if this is for his own enjoyment, he takes his time. Drags his tongue between my breasts, closes his lips around every inch, swirling his tongue around it.
His hair tickles my chest and I can't breathe. My chest heaves pathetically and my breaths get loud. His forearms flex by my sides, reminding me of the things they're capable of.
Don't moan, don't moan, don't moan.
"You made quite a mess..." He murmurs against my collarbone, stubble scratching my skin that's fogged with his breaths.
"Are you... done...yet..." I try while he kisses up my neck, reaches below my ear. Parts his lips and circles his tongue, chuckling when a whimper slips out.
"Yeah. I'm done." He sighs, turning around to go back to hell!
Oh wait, I can stop this.
And lose? Wait until it's our turn.
"Ready for the next one?" He cheerfully says.
"Yup."
Some lid gets popped off and fragrances of cacao with espresso waft through the air.
"Tiramisu?"
"Yeah, but it's my tiramisu." He defends with cute competitiveness, then feeds me a velvety piece.
Powdered cacao dissolves on my tongue. Chocolate, espresso, liquor, and spice tango together, each with a rose between their teeth.
"Your hands... are a gift of God." I say.
He chuckles. "I'm glad you're enjoying it..."
"I'm going to request this while I work..."
"You got it." He brushes a crumb from the corner of my lip. "I'll make you coffee with it too."
I lean my cheek into his hand and he opens his palm towards it.
"I missed you holding me." I mumble, squeezing him between my shoulder and cheek.
"I missed holding you..." He strokes my face and I melt, but also want to abuse his hand.
I snatch that thing like a cat after a pointer dot. Hold it, study it with both hands, feeling his veins like Helen Keller when she first discovered how to read.
I squeeze my cheeks with it, grip my throat, bite a finger, lick his palm. He slaps me.
"How dare you?" I gasp. I didn't feel a thing. "That hurt."
"No, it didn't."
I stick my bottom lip. He groans, goes away.
"One of these days I'll slap you." I smirk. And then you'll punish me.
"Yeah. Keep dreaming." Playing hard to get, I see.
He returns and sets something down. "Okay. Last one."
With a displeased grunt, I open my mouth and once again, I'm back to my happy mood.
It has a distinct lemony taste, with floral undertones. The sweetness is balanced and the bitterness is light, creating a soothing effect.
"What's this?" I ask.
"It's a lilac infused cake with a matcha glaze." He says with a smile in his voice.
"Can I see it?" I ask and he helps me take the towel off. I look at the bundt cake by my side and gasp.
Glazed in green lines, the golden texture peaks between them. Lilac petals delicately cover the top, creating a flower crown.
"Do you like it?" He asks, observing me.
"I can't believe you make things like this..." I smile, looking up at him. His gaze holds me with relaxed contentment, as if there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
"Did you like that?" He raises his eyebrows, smiling wider when I nod. He's too perfect.
"My turn!"
"What?" He scowls and I hop off the counter.
I take his hand and drag him to one of the tables, turn the chair around so he sits with his legs out and push him down on it.
With a giddy grin, I lift the towel over his face and wrap it around his eyes.
"I'll be right back." I turn around, then pause. "Wait, do you want some water?"
Lucas doesn't react.
"No, you're fine." I answer for him, feeling a little dumb.
Game plan guys, how are we going to seduce his socks off?
Pick new things! Don't feed him what he fed you!
Wise choice. Let's see what we have.
I rummage through the fridge and cabinets, then strut back with the most creative package — 'Layla's Special.'
Nutella, mozzarella balls, grapes, chili flakes and pickles .
I proudly set the pickles down.
"Pickles." Lucas says.
"No." I drawl, then squeal after a pause. "Can you see?"
He laughs. "No, I heard the jar on the table."
Psychopath.
I turn on Justin Timberlake's 'Sexy Back' and give him a smoldering look. "Are you ready for a sexy experience?"
"I'm kind of worried, actually..." He chuckles.
I bring a juicy pickle to his lips and wiggle it in his mouth.
He chomps on it.
"Who told you to bite! I didn't give you permission!" I scold and he just smirks.
I pop the other half in my mouth and walk away, chewing loudly.
"Such a sexy experience, this is." He deadpans.
The fool doesn't know it's about to get really hot, because I got Nutella.
"Okay..." I swagger towards him. "Up next, we have a special delivery from—" Lucas cuts me off by laughing.
I bend down and shake my butt in front of his face. "Can you see what I'm doing right now?"
"No." He says. I scoot back and shake my butt against his hands that are on his lap. "God..."
Still laughing, huh. Time to escalate.
"I'm going to sit on your lap." I announce and do. Ah, I missed my spot.
Lucas stays unmoving while I shift towards the table. I dip my finger in Nutella and sprinkle chili flakes on it.
I perch up on his thigh, wrap one arm around his neck, and bring my finger to his lips.
"Open." I smirk and press my finger against his tongue. He closes his mouth around it as I pull out, tingling from his firm tongue and smooth lips.
Prepare for pain, Lucas.
"Raspberries?"
"What?" I dip my finger again, this time covering the entire thing in chili flakes then give it to him.
"Ah..." He smiles. "It's chili flakes."
What's wrong with this guy? He's not getting flustered at all.
I dip my finger in more chocolate and smear it down on the right side of his neck.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Lucas groans.
I laugh, wondering if he's trying to say he's too masculine for this.
"Now you have to get it off, go on." He complains. "Get it."
"Nah, I'm just going to leave it like that."
"No..." He laughs then smacks my butt, making me jump. "Take it off."
My stomach flutters as the docile drug shivers through me, compelling me to slide down, get between his legs, put my claws on his thighs. I close my lips around the chocolate on his neck and lick him.
One moment I'm wondering what this does to him, next I'm the one moaning.
Lucas laughs harder. I pull back, thinking of a way to dismiss it.
"I really like Nutella."
"It feels... like a wet lizard..." He can hardly talk. "With a slimy muscle..."
"What!" I sway back with a guffaw. "But this is... what you do to me!"
"No, I don't do it like that."
"Yes, you do." I argue and go back to kissing his neck. "You're telling me this isn't good?"
"Yeah, it feels nice." Lucas shrugs indifferently.
Shoving my frustration down, I turn to the left side of his neck, determined to nail this.
I meld my chest against his, rolling my hips on his lap. Kiss my way up, unhurried, losing track of time behind a careless fog. Splay my hand on the other side of his neck, holding him to me.
"Wait..." I pull back. "There's no Nutella on this side."
"T-that feels better though."
Oh my God. Did he just trick me?!
"I'm just paying attention..." He says with a ghost of a smirk. "For constructive feedback."
I push the towel off his head, making his hair messy while he smiles with wicked victory.
"Aren't you dying to kiss me?" I ask, split between frustration and insecurity.
"Of course I am..." He chuckles, staring at my lips.
"You don't look like it."
"Because I know you need time." He wraps his arms around my waist. "I'm not going to rush you if you're not ready."
"What if I asked you to kiss me right now?" I ask suspiciously.
"I wouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because I know you're scared." He says, looking into my eyes. "And I'm not going to do anything that might upset you later."
I stare at him, unsure whether to believe him... and that alone confirms that he's right.
I just wish it would go away, but it's still there.
"You need time." He smiles, then squeezes my hips. "But when that time's over, I'm going to kiss you so much, you'll be begging me to stop."
I laugh, wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. A content emotion cloaks me like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Lucas rubs my back and kisses my hair, holding me tight against him.
I love you.
"It's getting late." He taps my butt. "Let's go home."
~ A/N ~
They're a chaotic mess. Nervous, silly, horny, and utterly addicted. Next chapter is Lucas's birthday! Thank you guys for reading <3