by Cat Mason
“I’ll have to be sure and control myself when I come in there, won’t I?” he jokes as he rocks himself into me again.
“Yeah,” I moan shamelessly. “Or I could always deliver.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “I thought you might.”
“Sienna,” Matt says, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “I need to know you want this as much as I do. The last thing I want is you thinking I took you out tonight for a quick fuck.”
The tension that has been buzzing between us all night is now off the charts. I can’t deny it, even if I wanted to. The sensation of his calloused fingers rushing over my overheated skin, mixed with his mouth on me, has me teetering on the very edge of orgasm, along with my sanity.
I want.
I need.
Fuck… I ache.
“Matt,” I whisper, mustering all the confidence I have. Grinning wickedly, I slip from the counter. Running my fingers along the buckle of his belt, I begin working it loose before pulling it free of the loops and tossing it to the floor behind him. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I pop the button free and tug down the zipper on his jeans. “You really should shut up now.” Dropping to my knees, I tug his jeans down his thick thighs, freeing his cock from his boxers. Looking up at him through my lashes, I lick my lips; my stomach flipping when I see him watching me intently, his eyes darkening.
Wrapping my fingers around the base, I stroke him slowly, taking the time to brush my thumb over the head each time. His sharp intake of breath, followed by the low guttural growl that vibrates from deep within his chest, has me pressing my thighs together. With a teasing circle of my tongue to the tip of his cock, I take him into my mouth. Continuing to stroke him as I tease him with my mouth, my other hand runs along his hipbone before disappearing beneath the hem of his shirt to run my fingers over his abdomen.
He whispers my name, the sound so unbelievably sexy. My eyes flutter close, absorbing every sensation while my clit throbs, begging for attention. I could easily slip my hand into my panties and come undone right here on my knees while he watches. The thought makes me moan. “I want your eyes, Sienna,” he growls, sliding his hands into my hair. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
Oh God. As if this man could be any hotter. His filthy command has my stomach doing this excited little flip that I hadn’t expected. Excitement and a rush of adrenaline coarse through my veins, making me feel jittery, almost dizzy. It is addictive. Electrifying. I want to chase it, dive in head first and experience the high, without fear of the consequences. Without fear of drowning in the intensity, even if for only tonight.
My eyes snap up to meet his immediately, my stomach flipping again when I see the fire burning there. “That’s it, baby,” he groans, fisting my hair and rolling his hips. “Take me deep.”
Every sound he makes only makes me greedy for another. I want to take him over the edge, to pull the pleasure from his body right here, right now.
Matt’s thighs tense, his ass clenching as he begins thrusting into my mouth. I stop moving, giving him control. He growls; this one loud and filled with hunger. The animalistic sound hits me straight between my legs. “Fuck. Not coming in your mouth, Sienna. Want my cock buried in that sweet cunt. Can’t wait to lose myself in that tight fucking body, baby.”
Oh God.
Pulling back, I lick up the underside of his length like a popsicle, smiling to myself when he hisses through his teeth. With a final swirl of my tongue to the head, I sit back on my heels. “I can’t concentrate with you saying things like that.”
“Fuckin’ great,” he says, yanking me to my feet. “Lose the dress.”
Grabbing the fabric at my waist, I begin bunching it up in my hands. Tugging my dress over my head, I let it fall to the floor, leaving me in my black strapless bra and thong.
“Keep going.” My heart thumps wildly, as if it will beat out of my chest. Doing as he says, I reach behind me and flick the clasp. My bra falls from my body, landing on the floor between us. Reaching out, he runs the tip of his index finger along my hipbone, brushing the edge of my panties. “These too.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I push them over my hips and, with a little shimmy, they fall to the floor. Unmoving, Matt stares at me for a beat, his eyes hooded as they slowly rake up and down my body. I shift from foot to foot, uneasily. It feels like I am on fire, like I will combust before he even touches me.
Then he charges. Fucking charges me.
His mouth takes mine in a kiss so intense, so brutally passionate, that I know my lips will feel the delicious sting long after it is over. Lifting me off my feet, Matt places me back on top of the kitchen island. “Your turn,” I murmur into his mouth, tugging his t-shirt up his body. I want to feel him, every inch. “I need this gone.”
Pulling back, he rips it over his head and tosses it before shedding his shoes and the rest of his clothes. I can’t help hungrily eating up every inch of hot and hard naked male in front of me. I want to trace every tattoo on his chest, every muscle and line of his body with my tongue. Grabbing my knees, he spreads my legs wide before sliding his hands up my inner thighs. “Fucking beautiful.” Bending down, he presses a kiss right above my clit. I moan, my body arching up for more of his mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he says, smiling against my skin. “Let me hear you.”
Digging his fingers into my ass, Matt pulls me to the edge of the counter and his waiting mouth. His lips and tongue go to work on my clit, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking driving me out of my mind. His name leaves my lips on a strangled cry,m each time more desperate than the last. I want to yank my fingers through his hair, hold him to me so that he never stops.
Adjusting his hold on me, he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy, pumping them in perfect time as he works me over with his wicked mouth. “Ah, fuck!” I cry, my body beginning to shake. “I’m close. Oh God. So close.”
“Mmm,” he hums, sucking my clit between his lips. His teeth nip me just as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside me and I detonate.
Throwing my head back, I collapse back to the counter, sending everything around me crashing to the floor, as I desperately fumble with both hands to get a hold on Matt. My fingers dive into his hair, yanking at the strands as my hips buck wildly. I pant and whimper his name, telling him how good it feels, how good he feels, while he devours me until I am a breathless, whimpering mess.
“Breathe, Sienna,” he tells me, hoisting me into his arms. “We’re not done yet.” Unable to form any sort of response, I wind my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as he carries me through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.
Settling me on the bed, Matt follows me down. He takes his time, kissing his way up my body, stopping to repeat any movement that causes me to moan. Slowly, he circles each one of my nipples before sucking them into stiff peaks. I writhe shamelessly against his body, seeking more of his hands. More of his mouth.
“You want my cock, baby?” he breathes, brushing his lips over my collarbone.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Mmm,” he moans, sounding satisfied. I hear the tell-tale crinkling of a condom wrapper. His body shifts above me, before settling between my thighs. “Yeah, you want my cock,” he says, teasing my clit with the now sheathed tip. “You want me buried deep inside this sweet fucking cunt.”
My response is ripped from my chest in the form of a pleasure filled scream when Matt slams into me. Crushing his mouth down on mine, he drives into me again and again. The punishing rhythm sends jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. His animalistic grunts, mixed with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, echo off the walls of my bedroom.
Breaking our kiss, I throw my head back, letting the sensations crash into me like a wave. “Fuck,” Matt barks, ripping his lips from mine. “Feels so good, babe. Perfect fucking pussy, gripping me like a fist,” he groans, burying his face in my neck and slowing his hips. “So goddamn sweet.
”
“Matt,” I moan, digging my nails into his ass, urging him for more. I’m close. So close that I can taste the climax clawing at my throat. Rocking my hips, I match Matt thrust for delicious thrust, chasing my orgasm like I need it to breathe.
“Let go for me, Sienna,” Matt purrs into my ear. His words are like gasoline on my already raging fire. And, when his fingers find my clit, I shatter. “Fucking beautiful.” His lips find mine, swallowing my pleasure as he finds his own release.
Pinning my hands above my head, he laces our fingers, kissing me so deeply my damn toes curl. Slow, almost lazy kisses, that are so incredibly sweet I am left breathless.
At some point, Matt’s body leaves mine, as he climbs from the bed, giving me the first view of his very biteable ass, that is now peppered with my nail marks. My eyes lock on him, watching every delicious flex of muscle as he strides around the bed and out of my room. Letting out a sigh, I close my eyes and roll toward the edge of the bed, knowing that I should get up and say goodbye, since he has undoubtedly gone in search of his clothes.
Moments later, I feel the bed dip again as those unmistakable strong arms wrap around me. Settling himself against my pillows, Matt pulls me into his chest, burying his nose in my hair as he breathes me in. “House is locked up tight.” The tips of his fingers run up and down my hip, his touch feather light. Back and forth. Back and forth, like ocean waves. Though I should probably pull away, I don’t. Instead, I nuzzle closer and press my cheek to his chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breathing, while finding comfort in the way he holds me as I drift.
Chapter 7
Sienna
The shop has been non-stop traffic since we opened this morning. The bell above the door has been constantly chiming, making it an endless struggle to keep the display case stocked. Though I am grateful for the work to keep my mind off what happened between Matt and I last night, by the time we finally catch a break, Tessa and I are both dead on our feet.
“Time to think about hiring some extras hands around here,” Tessa sighs, dropping down into one of the plush pink chairs in the corner, reserved for consultations. Propping her feet up on the edge of the table, she groans. “You’re not getting any younger, you know?”
“Good thing I’ve got you to keep me young, huh, Tess?” I deadpan, tossing the rag I have been using to wipe down the counter at her.
“I’ll give you that one, smartass.” Closing her eyes, she laces her fingers over her abdomen and smiles. “Just know that even I have my limitations.”
“Noted,” I tell her. “I’ve actually already put an ad up. Can’t have you leaving me emptyhanded when you run off to fill both of yours with porn cock.”
“Emptyhanded,” she snickers. “You’re so punny.”
“I try.”
“So…” she breathes, unmoving.
“So?”
Cracking her eye open, she arches a brow. “So,” she repeats, her tone pressing, clearly having nothing to do with impending employee interviews.
“No.” Shaking my head, I start for the kitchen. “We aren’t having that conversation.”
Grunting, she opens her eyes. “Which conversation would that be, Sienna?” she asks with a smug grin. “The one where I ask you if you had a nice time with Sargent Stud-Muffin? Or, how I tell you I noticed a certain man leaving your house this morning while I was on my front porch enjoying my morning coffee?”
“Actually put coffee in the Bailey’s this morning, did you?” I ask, arching my brow. “If hell is going to freeze over, you might want to pack a sweater.”
“Aren’t you full of comedic one-liners today?” she asks with a chuckle. “And yes, as a matter of fact, I did have coffee this morning, you sassy little shit. De-caf, of course. I’m careful about what I put into my body, you know.” Shrugging her shoulders, she waves me off dismissively. Yanking her phone from the pocket of her black track pants, she readies herself. “Now, give me something, dammit. I’ve got followers demanding updates.”
“Tell them that it’s all about floral prints and gold shimmer,” I inform her, quoting Sway. “Then, get your ass up so we can get to work.”
“Hmm. I’d ask what’s gotten into you,” she taunts. “But I’m pretty sure I already know.”
Moving into the kitchen, I ignore Tessa’s bitch-fest about the pitfalls of leaving your public wanting. Grabbing my wireless earbuds, I crank my baking playlist, preheat my wall of ovens, and get myself ready for a long stretch of baking and prepping for tomorrow.
Tessa isn’t wrong about me needing to break down and hire some much-needed help. The time has definitely come. In the last six months, Sweets by Sienna has doubled daily sales, with over half of that being reoccurring orders for local businesses. Thanks to a lot of creative advertising, and word of mouth from satisfied customers, I have local clients, as well as some in Atlanta, interested in wedding cakes and my ability to provide catering services that I know Tessa and I cannot possibly handle alone without stretching us far too thin. For too long, I have ignored impending changes that I know must be made, along with so many other things in my life, simply because it requires me to give up one thing. Control. Trusting my kitchen to just anyone isn’t something that I am going to be able to do lightly.
Even if it must be done…
One of the great things about Tessa and I having worked together in the kitchen for as long as we have is that we do so almost effortlessly. We don’t need to bark orders at each other or constantly be checking in. Everything simply flows without any awkward lag or miscommunication.
She also knows exactly how things have to be done.
Before long, cupcakes are in the oven, along with turnovers and miniature cheesecake crusts filled with a mixture Tessa refers to as The Big O. My own combination of cookie dough, chocolate and peanut butter fudges, all mixed in cheesecake and topped with both butterscotch and caramel drizzle is by far her favorite thing I have put in the case to date.
With items baking and chilling, Tessa disappears up front, leaving me alone to work on putting the finishing touches on a sheet cake to be picked up later this afternoon. Decorating is only one part of what makes a dessert, though it is no less important. Taste and appearance go hand in hand. If I don’t look at something I make and want to eat it myself, then why the hell would I want to sell it to someone and expect them to?
With one hand working the turntable, I begin piping pale pink flowers across the top of the cake in a waterfall fashion, before using a white frosting with added edible glitter to write ‘Happy Birthday Lila’. I hum along to the music, my hips swaying to the beat as I work. I am in the zone and, before long, the cake is finished. Wiping my brow with my hand, I step back to admire my work just as an arm slips around me and five fingers cop a feel of my boob.
“Fucking hell!” I scream, frosting shooting from the tip of the bag in my hand as I spin around and meet Matt’s wide eyes. Holding up both hands, he looks down at the frosting smeared across the front of his uniform. Tossing the bag to the counter, I yank the earbuds from my ears. “You scared the shit out of me!” I shriek, dragging in a deep breath. “You can’t sneak up on people like that? What if I’d had a knife? Or a gun?” I ask, waving my hands around like a lunatic.
“Good thing you didn’t,” he replies, his lips twisting up into a smile. “You’ve got one hell of a trigger finger, baby.”
“Very funny,” I mutter, slapping him in the chest, only to get frosting all over my fingers. “Shit. Now, you’ve got me frazzled.”
“Come here.” Snagging my wrist, he wraps his lips around my middle and index fingers, swirling his tongue around them as he licks them clean. When he lightly sucks, I feel it all the way to my toes. “Mmm,” he moans, his eyes heating as he slips them out again. “Delicious.”
My body warms from the heat of his gaze, visions of last night, and all the amazing things he did to me with that mouth, come rushing back. “Where’s Tessa?” The question rushes out of me on a h
arsh exhale.
“Napping up front,” he replies, sliding his hand around to rest right above my ass. “How about we start this over?” he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Leaning forward, he cups my jaw and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I sigh, leaning into his touch.
His tongue sweeps over my bottom lip before diving into my mouth. My body reacts, arching into his traitorously, as I kiss him back. Every taste, every touch, has me suddenly not caring that we are currently standing in the back of my shop, covered in frosting, making out like teenagers. The thought makes me giggle.
“Something funny?” he asks, trailing his lips along my jaw. His breath rushes over my skin causing me to shiver.
“Mhm,” Leaning back, I force my eyes to open. “Only every single aspect of my life lately.” Taking a breath, I straighten in his arms. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” he purrs, his fingers firmly digging into my ass. “I’m craving something sweet.”
“You are?” I ask, knowing that I need to find the rational part of me that isn’t thinking about having sex with him right now. Although, I think the irrational parts of me would win out without much of a fight.
“Oh yeah,” he nods, shifting us so my back is pressed to the wall.
A loud crash and glass shattering, explodes from the front of the store. “Holy shit!” I yelp, nearly jumping out of my damn skin. “What the hell was that? Tess!”
Whipping around quickly, Matt tucks me behind him and heads through the doorway. “What the fuck?” Releasing me, he rounds the counter, hauling ass towards the shattered window.
“Oh my God!” One of the chairs lies on its side, next to a groaning Tessa who is lying beside what looks like a brick. The left side of her face is covered in blood. Matt drops to his knees, cradling her head as he looks her over. Seeing her lying there, hurt, is heart-breaking. Grabbing one of the towels from the counter, I move quickly toward them. Kicking the glass out of my way, I drop to one knee and press the towel to her head. “Tessa, are you okay?” I ask while Matt begins barking into his radio. “What happened?”