Baking Lessons

by Katie Allen

  He smiled slightly at that, the corners of his mouth lifting just the tiniest bit, and Leah felt her insides turn to goo. Obviously, a happy Hamilton was her Kryptonite. Watching her face closely, as if waiting for her to object, he reached toward her. His fingers landed on her bare elbow, exposed by her short sleeves, and a shiver worked its way up her arm, spreading through her chest and lighting a flame at her core. Just that tiny skin-to-skin contact made her whole body burn.

  His fingers slid down her forearm to her wrist, tracing over the back of her hand before sliding back up again, leaving trails of heat in their wake. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

  Grabbing his hand so suddenly that she felt him start, she towed him through the back door into the stairwell. As soon as the door thumped closed behind them, Leah grabbed two handfuls of his jacket and yanked him down so his lips crashed into hers.

  After a shocked second, he cupped her face and took over the kiss. Both of his hands cradled either side of her cheeks and jaw, and he used them to gently angle her head into the position that he wanted. He had complete control, and it made everything so much hotter. Even though he’d had limited kissing experience, he behaved as if he’d done it a million times, his confidence and assurance as he tugged her lower lip with his teeth and plunged his tongue into her mouth both exciting and arousing.

  It wasn’t enough, though. Leah wanted more, but she had a pretty good feeling that going from shower hand jobs to full-on stairway sex wasn’t going to happen with Mr. I-Hate-a-Mess. Instead of pressuring him, she dropped to her knees, hoping he’d accept a compromise.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as she unbuckled his belt and then unfastened his pants, carefully easing down his zipper over the huge, hard bulge.

  “Giving you a blow job.” Her words were absent as she let his pants gape open and reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  “Here?” His voice was stiff, but he didn’t move away as she eased his underwear down, releasing his enormous erection.

  “Yes. I have a no-sex rule in my kitchen, and that includes oral. And groping. And partial nudity. And...” She trailed off as she stared at his cock. He was gorgeous. Even though she’d gotten to see him the night before, now she was up close and personal with his dick, and she fell a little bit in love with it. It stood out from his body, iron-hard and straight as a poker, and her mouth actually watered, surprising her. Even though she had nothing against blow jobs, she’d never especially liked giving them. Now, though, with Hamilton, she was eager and seconds away from drooling.

  “This location is not the mo—” He sucked in an audible breath as she licked the head of his cock. Both of his hands knotted in her hair, his fingers tight against her scalp.

  She glanced up at him, trying to keep her expression innocent. “What was that?”

  “Nothing. It was nothing. Continue. Please.”

  The way he stared down at her, amazed and aroused and a little shocked by it all, cranked up her hunger for him. Pressing her inner thighs together, she took the tip of his erection in her mouth. He hissed, his fingers working against her head, tugging on her hair just enough to send pinpricks of pleasure through her. The tugging made her even more eager, and she took him deeper. He was huge, but she was determined to take him in all the way, to give him the most mind-blowing blow job, one he could never forget, no matter how many women he slept with after her.

  The thought of him with another woman made her growl deep in her throat, and he groaned with what sounded like desperate pleasure, his fingers tightening again. Sliding her hands over his hips and back to his hard ass, she gripped his cheeks, pulling him toward her as she lowered her mouth over his length.

  His hips jerked forward, shoving his cock an inch farther into her mouth, and she fought the urge to gag. Pulling back, she tightened her lips around him as she slowly withdrew, keeping a steady suction until her lips hit the base of the head. Using her tongue, she traced the tip, wiggling it against the tiny hole.

  He made another sound, something close to a yelp, and Leah would’ve smiled if she could’ve managed it with his erection filling her mouth. She loved his reactions, the noises and movements he made. They were so different than his usual impassive bearing. It felt like she was dragging the real Hamilton out of him—right through his dick.

  Holding her head still, he pushed his cock into her mouth, cutting off her air and any rational thoughts. Sucking in a breath through her nose, she concentrated on relaxing her throat, taking him all the way to the back of her mouth and then swallowing the end of his erection.

  “Jesus, LeeLee.” He froze in place and groaned. “You’re squeezing... Oh, fuck!”

  As if he couldn’t hold still, his hips pulsed, small motions that still managed to shove his cock deeper down her throat. To her surprise, the depth of his penetration didn’t make her panic, though. This was Hamilton, after all, and she knew the slightest shove at his thighs would make him back off. She trusted him. That knowledge made her grip tighten on his ass, and she tugged him closer. Lunging her head forward, she kept swallowing until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Triumph flooded her. As big as he was, she’d managed to take all of him.

  The guttural, wordless noise he made, sounding as if it had been forcefully ripped out of him, added to her excitement. She’d done that. She’d cracked that stoic shell of his and released the raw hunger he’d carefully hidden inside. Drawing back, she retreated until just the head was in her mouth and her scalp was prickling from his tight hold. After a pause, she swallowed him again, and he made another one of those hoarse cries that thrilled her so much.

  Her core was on fire, her pussy wet and aching. She wanted him, wanted to yank him down on top of her, needed him to drive his cock deep inside her. To her surprise, though, she wanted him to finish in her mouth even more than she wanted her own satisfaction. Looking up at him as she sucked on his thick erection, as he felt the slide of a tongue and the pull of cheek and throat muscles for the first time, was enthralling. His face was naked, all his emotions and feelings in plain view, and that in itself was even sexier than the cock in her mouth.

  “LeeLee...” It was even better when he moaned her name with that desperate rasp to his voice. “I need to pull out. I’m about to ejaculate.”

  His phrasing tickled her. It was so like Hamilton not to simply use the word come. Ignoring his warning, she increased her speed, moving her head back and forth as she sucked hungrily on his length.

  “Wait!” He sounded a little frantic. “I’m going to—” Breaking off with a groan, he tipped his head back and the tendons in his neck stood out in tense, prominent relief. Her mouth was flooded, and she hurried to swallow before any could escape her lips. He made another sound, this one choked, as her mouth continued to work around him, although more gently now.

  Her entire body felt as if it was one huge, throbbing, needy mass, but she ignored it, concentrating on watching Hamilton as he recovered from his first mouth-induced orgasm. Leah loved that, loved that she was his first in so many things. With a final shudder, he slowly shifted his hips back, pulling his cock free of her mouth. She reluctantly dropped her hands from his ass cheeks and let him move back slightly.

  His guarded expression was gradually returning, but she could still see the startled amazement and post-orgasmic satisfaction. She searched his face, not able to stop herself from looking for any trace of disgust or horror that he’d allowed himself to be sucked off in the stairwell, but she couldn’t see anything. She hoped that wasn’t just wishful thinking.

  Catching her under the arms, he lifted her to her feet with an ease that made her figurative blue balls give a bruise-like throb. Needing to look away from the traces of raw emotion still evident in his gaze, she focused on his softening cock, carefully tucking it back into his boxer briefs and zipping up his pants.

  “There.” She couldn’
t resist smoothing a hand over his newly tidied crotch, making him jump a little before he caught her wrist. “Now you’re all fixed up and ready for work.”

  Using his hold on her, he tugged her in close. Not expecting that, she stumbled into him, her aching, stiff-nippled breasts pressing into the steel-like slabs of his chest. “That was... You need something, too.” He reached under her apron and caught the back of one jean-clad thigh, but she reluctantly shook her head.

  “Nope.” Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled his head down so she could give him a quick kiss. “That was all for you. My reward can come later.”

  His lower lip slid out in the tiniest of pouts, and she felt warmth flood through her chest. He really was the most adorable human she’d ever seen. “But—”

  “Nuh-uh.” She kissed him again, both to shut him up and because kissing him was fun. It started as just a peck, but he quickly took over and turned it into a full-mouth exploration. By the time he lifted his head, bright sparkles lit up the insides of her eyelids. It took a moment for her to remember their conversation. “We’ll be opening soon, and I need to wash dishes and then go help Q up front. You need to start actuary-ing.”

  His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Is that what I taste like?”

  The question fired arousal through her, and her blood ran fast and hot. She realized that she was leaning toward him, her gaze locked on that glossy lower lip, and she pulled herself up and took a big step back. “I’m going back in the bakery while I still can control my leg muscles. Have a good day, and I’ll see you tonight?” Although she meant for the last sentence to come out as a statement, it rose at the end, turning it into a tentative question.

  To her relief, he dipped his chin in a quick nod. “Come upstairs after work.”

  “To your place?” Pleased, she glanced up toward the second-floor landing. She’d been curious for a while about what Hamilton’s loft looked like. “Okay.”

  Turning toward the door, she stopped when he grabbed her hand. She gave him a questioning look over her shoulder.

  “Thank you.” The hungry look was back in his eyes, and she shivered with anticipation.

  Her gaze dropped to his crotch, where the fabric bulged again, showing his renewed excitement. “My pleasure,” she said, being completely honest.

  “Mine, too.” Lifting her hand, he kissed her palm. “That was even better than cupcakes.”

  As she headed back into the bakery, she was unable to stop smiling like a besotted fool. Who knew that giving Hamilton a blow job would be even more fun than feeding him sweets?

  Chapter Eleven

  Worry ate at Leah as she climbed the steps to the loft above the bakery. She’d had all day to stew about what was happening between her and Hamilton, and the only thing she’d managed to decide was that she had no idea what they were doing. Being the aggressor was new to her—and a little intimidating. Would he have done anything if she hadn’t nudged him into it? Sure, he’d climbed into her bed, but he’d been sleepwalking. Everything else, every forward move, had been hers. Despite his hungry looks and his enthusiasm mid-hand or blow job, she was concerned that she was dragging him down a road he didn’t really want to be on.

  Her feet slowed on the steps, and she blew out an impatient breath. Once again, the only way she’d know what he felt was to ask him. Stomping up the stairs with determination and forced confidence, she reached the second floor. There was only one door. The building was small, with the bakery on the first level, and his loft taking up the next two. Leah knocked firmly, shoving back her lingering insecurities.

  Only seconds after she knocked, Hamilton opened the door, stepping back and gesturing for her to come inside. She eyed him, smiling at his immaculate pants, shirt and tie. The only things he was missing from his work uniform were his shiny shoes and suit jacket. Leah assumed that this was his version of casual. She liked his formality, though. It made it so much fun to rumple him. Heat flooded her at the thought of various ways she could muss Hamilton.

  He cleared his throat, and she jumped, yanked firmly out of her naughty daydreams. Flushing a little—either from lust or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure which—she stepped inside and turned in a circle, looking around. It suited Hamilton—modern and clean and uncluttered to the point of sparseness. The dark red of the brick walls blended nicely with the bamboo floors and black accents, and the high ceiling and open floor plan made the place look huge.

  “Nice place,” she said, completing her rotation so she was facing Hamilton again. “It’s homier than I expected.”

  His lips flattened slightly, and Leah felt guilty about her casual comment.

  “Not that you’re not a homey person, but...” She had no idea how to finish that sentence, since Hamilton was the furthest thing from a homey person as anyone could get. “I was expecting more chrome and white leather, I suppose.”

  He looked appalled. “I imagine white leather is nearly impossible to clean.”

  For some ridiculous reason, that comment made her smile broadly. It was just such a Hamilton thing to say. “I am very sure you’re right. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I was surprised. This place is perfect for you.”

  That got her a pleased, upward twitch of his mouth, and she gave herself a bonus point for almost getting Hamilton to smile. She bit back a laugh at the thought that, just a short time ago, she was giving herself points for annoying him. Now, she just wanted to make him happy, whether that involved compliments about his place or sugary coffee or stairwell blow jobs.

  Pushing away her smitten thoughts, she toed off her shoes and placed them neatly by the door. The bamboo-and-tile floors looked clean enough to eat off of, and she didn’t want to track her usual trail of flour across his loft. She set her bag down next to her tennies, relieved to get the bulky thing off her shoulder. She’d called Annabelle during a lull at the bakery, and her wonderful roommate had packed a bag for her and dropped it off so that Leah had clothes to sleep in and wear tomorrow, as well as a few toiletries. Although she wasn’t positive she’d be sleeping over, she really hoped she would be.

  “Whatever you’re going to be feeding me smells really good,” she said, straightening and turning to face him again. He’d moved closer while her back was turned, and she blinked in surprise to find him just a few inches away.

  “I picked up Vietnamese takeout.” His gaze flicked down her body before returning to meet her eyes, and Leah suddenly felt very warm. “Is that okay?”

  “From Pham’s across the street?” Her stomach suddenly felt much too empty, and she grinned when he nodded. “I love that place.”

  He dipped his chin again, this time with satisfaction. “Good.” His hand drifted up, catching a strand of hair that had escaped the bun on top of her head. As he tucked it behind her ear, Leah tilted her head, leaning into the caress. Despite the warm gush of heat his touch evoked, she remembered that she hadn’t even looked in a mirror before coming up to Hamilton’s loft. She should’ve at least brushed her hair, but she’d been so excited to see him that she’d rushed upstairs as soon as she’d finished her closing duties.

  “Sorry.” She made a face. “I’m a mess. Could I use your bathroom?”

  His eyes got hot. “To shower?”

  The word shower sent a zing of arousal directly to her pussy, and her breath caught, even as she rolled her eyes at her horny self. After one erotic encounter with Hamilton in the shower, her body melted at the mere mention of it. She was surprised there wasn’t any Pavlovian drool. “If that’s okay?”

  “Yes.” His answer came fast as he grabbed her hand and hauled her toward a door set behind a spiral staircase leading up to the loft. As he opened the door and tugged her through after him, she glanced over her shoulder at her bag, left abandoned by the door. With a shrug, she followed Hamilton into the bathroom. If he didn’t have a million different kinds of soap and shampoos and bra
nd-new toothbrushes and other things for getting a person clean, then she would eat her very cute underwear.

  “You’re joining me then?” she asked, glancing around at the large, very awesome bathroom. The shower was huge, with jets above and on two sides, and she felt a flash of heat just looking at it. She could already tell that it was going to be much easier to do all sorts of stuff to each other in there than it had been in her regular-sized one. As if he could read her mind, Hamilton reached in and started the shower before turning back to her.

  Although his face was pretty much expressionless, she had a feeling he was uncertain. “Yes.” He paused. “If you would be amenable to that.”

  “I am amenable.” An irrepressible smile spread across her face as she unzipped her hoodie and let it slide off her arms and fall to the floor. “Very amenable.” She half expected him to make some complaint about her dropping her clothes on the floor, but he hadn’t seemed to notice. His gaze was locked on her as his chest moved with his quick breaths. Even though he’d already seen everything there was to see the night before, he still was staring at her with fascination.

  Leah’s grin widened. If he’d gotten that excited when she’d taken off her sweatshirt, his head was going to catch fire once she dropped her pants. She yanked her T-shirt over her head and hurried to unfasten her jeans, eager to see his reaction.

  Shoving her flour-dusted jeans down her legs, she stripped them off, along with her socks. Straightening, she watched him closely, hoping he liked her matching yellow bra and panties. From the heat in his gaze, she was fairly sure the answer was a resounding yes. In a single step, he was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him.

  She held her breath as he lifted a hand, wanting his touch desperately and a little worried that any movement from her would halt his exploration. His fingers landed on her, gliding lightly across her upper chest and down into her cleavage. As he dove between her breasts, she sucked in a much-needed breath, and her chest expanded, pressing against his hand.