Baking Lessons

by Katie Allen

  “What about here?” he asked, pushing her cheeks apart and brushing her asshole with his thumb. “Has this cherry been popped yet?”

  Her whole body clenched in apprehension and excitement. “Not yet.” Her voice sounded strangled. When he made an ambiguous sound and ran his hands up her back again, she tightened her ass again. Although she was uncertain about anal sex, she missed his fingers. Her ass felt too bare and cold without his hands on them. “Are you sure you want to share your cake?”

  “It’d be worth it.” He picked up the piping bag and kissed the spot on her spine where it had been. “But it’s up to you.”

  “What about lube?” She couldn’t believe she was considering it, but she also knew this was Hamilton. She wanted to do everything with him. Plus, she’d love some of that cake.

  Something cool touched her spine, right at the base of her neck. It took her a moment and another few dabs to realize that it was frosting. He was using the piping bag to decorate her. “We can improvise,” he said, squeezing a curlicue onto her shoulder blade.

  Improvise? Hamilton? She was surprised he even knew about the concept, much less suggested it. She was distracted as he drew a line of frosting down her spine. She shivered, even though her body was radiating heat. Her entire back felt ultra-sensitive as she waited for the next dab, not knowing where he’d place it.

  She jerked as frosting touched her tailbone, sending a sizzle of awareness through her. Being decorated like one of Hamilton’s gorgeous cookies was surprisingly thrilling, and her pussy was soaked. Shifting, she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the moisture spread slickly over her skin.

  “Be still.” There was a smack, and she yelped in surprise as her right butt cheek stung from the smack of his palm. The minor pain quickly turned to heat, adding to her hunger. It was almost impossible to stay still now, especially because she wouldn’t mind if he spanked her again. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the sink, and she moaned, needing to arch her back and thrust her desperately empty pussy toward him. She shuddered and then went still, waiting for his punishment.

  Instead of his hand smacking against her ass, though, she felt his hot tongue stroke her shoulder blade as he lapped at the frosting. She cried out, a high-pitched, wordless sound as his tongue slid the length of her spine, leaving her nerves overexposed and raw. He licked at the frosting on her shoulder blade, and then lightly scored her skin with his teeth, making her shiver and flinch before pressing into his touch.

  Working his way down her back, he licked and nipped until she was squirming. She’d given up any attempt at staying still, since she knew it was hopeless. He slid his tongue across her tailbone, and it felt so good that it was almost painful. Then, he lowered his mouth and sucked. Leah almost levitated.

  “Ham, please...” She was begging, but it didn’t bother her. If it would get Ham inside her, then she would do pretty much anything at the moment. She was desperate. “Fuck me. Please.”

  His breathing ragged enough to hear, he gripped her ass cheek with one hand. She only had a fraction of a second to wonder where his other hand was before something cold and tapered slid into her ass. It was the frosting tip.

  Her entire body went still with anticipation. When he’d mentioned it before he’d started licking frosting off of her, she hadn’t really taken him seriously. Now, with him squeezing frosting all around and inside her ass, she knew he meant it. If she agreed, he was going to pop her backdoor cherry.

  Even as realization struck her, bringing equal parts apprehension and dark excitement, he tossed the frosting bag into the garbage and slid a thick finger into her frosting-slick hole. It wasn’t the same as something being in her pussy, but there was still a hungry stretching ache that was making her rock back, impaling herself even more on his finger.

  He gave a surprised grunt at her movement before thrusting his finger all the way in, meeting her upward thrust. She was suddenly thankful for the generous amount of butter she added to her buttercream frosting, as it slicked the way, easing his penetration.

  When he withdrew, she groaned in complaint, not ready to be empty yet. Immediately, he worked two fingers in and back out, stretching and slicking her opening. His other hand left her ass and found her clit, rubbing against it lightly and carefully—too lightly and carefully. Her thrusts intended to take his fingers deeper also bumped her clit against him.

  He took the hint and rubbed her a little more roughly, pinching and flicking and building up her pleasure until she was moaning, her hips slamming back, taking his fingers to the hilt. With a low growl, he pulled his hand free, replacing it with something that felt much bigger than his fingers. Without giving her a chance to get nervous and tense up, he worked the head in. The frosting and the stretching his fingers had done opened her up enough that her body yielded to the tip of his cock, allowing it inside her body.

  “Jesus, LeeLee,” he groaned, driving his erection in another agonizingly slow inch. “You’re so tight around me, so tight and so hot.”

  It felt huge and alien in her ass, but contrarily, she didn’t want him to take it out. There was no dividing line between the pleasure and the pain. Instead, they blended together, creating the most intense sensation Leah had ever felt.

  His fingers played with her clit, just roughly enough for her liking, and he started to push more deeply into her. She shivered and panted, overwhelmed by the invasion. Halfway in, he stopped, and she felt the stroke of his tongue on her back again. She wondered if there was some stray frosting he’d missed the first time and gave a tiny huff of a laugh at the idea that he was thoroughly cleaning her up.

  Her spurt of amusement relaxed her a little, and Hamilton must have felt the easing of her muscles, because he drove his cock the rest of the way inside her. His body was plastered against her back, his groin flattened against her ass, as her body fought to accept the enormous intruder.

  “Okay?” he asked, a ragged edge to his voice.

  “Yes?” She wiggled a little, testing how he felt lodged so deeply inside her, and heard his breath catch. It was still intense and overwhelming, but the ache was easing as her body stretched to accommodate him. “It’s better.” When he still didn’t move, she gave his cock a tentative squeeze. “It’s good.”

  “Sure?” The word came out as a groan.

  Starting to smile, she gripped him again, loving the hoarse shout of pleasure she drew out of him. “Yes. I’m positive.”

  Finally, he moved, slowly withdrawing, and it was Leah’s turn to moan. She hadn’t realized how many nerve endings she had in her ass, and it felt like Ham’s cock was firing up every single one of them. As he pushed back in, he slid two fingers into her pussy, and her muscles tightened. She felt so full.

  “LeeLee...” His rhythm picked up, and she braced her arms against the sink as she thrust her hips back toward him, taking him deeper with each plunge of his cock and fingers. “I love you. I love this. I love your body. I love your cupcakes. I love everything about you.” His voice got rougher and rougher with each thrust.

  She couldn’t respond, couldn’t speak. Every sensation—the feel of his cock filling her ass, his fingers shoved deep into her pussy, the press of his thumb against her clit, the slap of his body against her ass cheeks—blended together, driving her higher and higher until she was almost scared by the enormity of what was building in her.

  His hips sped up until they were slamming into her, and she clutched the edge of the sink as her orgasm bore down on her like an avalanche. Leaning forward, his chest pressed against her back as he nipped at her nape, throwing her into her climax. Her muscles clenched around him, making every thrust of his cock and fingers even more intense. Pleasure like she’d never felt jetted through her, so incredibly strong that, without the reassuring heat of Ham surrounding her, she would’ve been terrified by the intensity of the sensations.

  Pulling his fingers out of her pussy
, he seized her hips, and the bruising clutch of his fingers drove her orgasm even higher. His thrusts went wild as he yanked her back against him, holding her so close that it felt like he was trying to actually pull her inside of him. His hips bucked again, driving him deeper than ever into her ass, and he came as her body squeezed him tightly.

  With a final shudder, he released her hips. Before Leah’s wobbly muscles could give out, sending her to the floor, he wrapped his arms around her middle, helping her straighten as he held her upright. In the new position, her body sank down even more on his still-erect cock, and she moaned as an aftershock of pleasure zipped through her. Allowing her head to drop back against his chest, she relaxed, letting him take her weight.

  After a few blissful minutes, she realized that his muscles were twitching with fatigue. Feeling guilty for using him as her lounge chair, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, intending to make a light comment about how he needed to sit down. He was gazing down at her, his usually stoic expression wide open, and her breath caught. There was so much naked adoration on his face that it almost hurt to look at him.

  “I love you,” she said.

  He smiled widely enough to show his dimple. “I love you, too, LeeLee.”

  Tipping his head down, he kissed her. It was almost chaste, with closed lips and no tongue, but it was the best kiss she’d ever experienced. Of course it was—it was with Hamilton. When he raised his head, she smiled so hard her cheeks ached.

  He eased his softening cock out of her ass, and she flinched.

  “Sore?” he asked, his smile gone as he eyed her with concern.

  “A little, but it’s not bad.” Now that she wasn’t impaled anymore, she turned to face him. “I just feel so empty when you pull out.”

  Heat flared in his eyes, and she laughed as she flattened her hands on his chest. “I think we need a shower before we start round two. You’re sticky.” Smears of frosting decorated his chest.

  He turned her around so she was facing away from him. Curious, she looked over her shoulder at him. His gaze ran down her body, the naked desire on his face making her shiver with renewed desire. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice husky and filled with smug satisfaction. He scooped her up, making her shriek with surprise, and carried her to the back door. “I’m going to have to clean you up.”

  “It’s your fault.” She pretended to pout as she unlocked the dead bolts. “How far you’ve come from your sex-in-the-shower-only rule.”

  As he maneuvered them through the doorway into the stairwell, his eyebrows shot up in that familiar, haughty way that used to make her crazy with annoyance. Now, that same look made her crazy with need. “What about your no-sex-of-any-kind-in-the-kitchen rule?”

  She sighed. “Totally worth it, but I’ll have to clean. Thoroughly.”

  “I’ll help.” He climbed the stairs easily, and she marveled at his strength. Her knees were practically Jell-O after that wild bout of sex. “We’ll shower, then sleep, then clean the bakery. That way, you can open back up tomorrow.”

  She bit the inside of her lip. “Tomorrow?” If Q couldn’t come in, then she’d be on her own, and the thought of working by herself was daunting. She worried that she’d jump and flash back to the episode with Jude every time a customer walked in.

  “I’ll be there with you.”

  “What about your work?”

  He pushed open the door to the loft, apparently having left it unlocked when he went searching for her. “That was what my meeting was about. I requested two weeks off.”

  “Are you going somewhere?” Disappointment flooded her at the thought of Hamilton being gone for weeks.

  “The bakery.” He gave her that “duh” raised-eyebrow look again, but she was too flooded with gratitude to smack him for it.

  Unexpected tears filled her eyes. “You asked for time off so I wouldn’t be alone at work?”

  “Yes.”

  “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  “I love you, like, a lot.”

  He laughed, and her stomach squeezed as it always did at the uncommon sound. “I know. I love you, too.” He gave her a teasing glance as he carried her to the bathroom. “Like, a lot.”

  Her laugh was watery from residual tears, but so very, very happy.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sliding the final sheet pan of double-chocolate peanut-butter cookies into the speed rack, Leah pulled off her oven gloves and took a deep breath. This was it. In less than ten minutes, the bakery would reopen for business. So far, everything had gone smoothly, and she hadn’t had a panic attack, mostly because Hamilton had been with her the whole time. She smiled at him, but he missed it, since he was focused on decorating sugar cookies,

  “Is this the last of the bake?” Q asked, pushing through the swinging door.

  “This is it.” The words sounded a little nervous, so she quickly threw him a grin. “I made a few extra of everything, in case we’re busier than usual after being closed.”

  “In case we’re busy?” Q snorted. “We’re going to be slammed. There’s already a huge line at the door. From the rumbling noise, they’re about three minutes away from breaking it down. Your customers missed you when you were closed—well, they missed your cookies, at least.”

  She winced even as she laughed. “Good thing there are three of us. Thanks for coming in on such short notice.”

  “No problem.” He shrugged. “It won’t kill me to miss a lift day. I just had a few days of vacation, so I spent the extra time in the weight room.”

  A pang of guilt pinched her. What happened with Jude hadn’t just affected her. “Sorry you’ve been missing so much work.”

  “That’s okay.” He sent her a quick look before turning back to study the cooling items on the speed rack a little more intensely than they deserved. “I’ve been able to hang out with Carlisle.”

  “Carlisle?” No wonder Q seemed extra happy. “Straight Carlisle?”

  “Not quite so straight as I first thought.” He didn’t look at her, but his smile was growing again. “Turns out he was just too used to hiding it.”

  “So you’re dating Carlisle now?” Her voice had a tiny bit of an excited squeal, but she didn’t care. This was squeal-worthy news.

  His shrug was much too casual. “I guess.”

  “That’s wonderful, Q.” She gave him a side-hug as he beamed, his happiness on full display. “I’m so happy for you.”

  “Thanks.” He gave her a quick sideways return squeeze before hustling toward the front with the speed rack in tow.

  “Are you going to want to work for me, now that you’re busy with Carlisle?” she called after him.

  Holding open the swinging door, he threw her a wicked grin. “Yeah. I really want a car now.”

  She knew she had to follow him up front, but she needed to take a breath first. Maybe two. It was one thing to work in the locked kitchen with Hamilton as a bodyguard, but she had a feeling that having customers coming in and out was going to give her a few nervous moments.

  “You okay?” Hamilton asked, looking up from his sugar-cookie decorating.

  She smiled as she walked behind his stool to peek at his work. With his broad back so close, she couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Just a case of the bad butterflies. These cookies are stunning, as usual.”

  Ignoring her compliment, he turned his head to look at her. “Bad butterflies?”

  “Yep. As opposed to good butterflies, which is what I get whenever I look at you.” Although a smile touched his mouth, his gaze was steady, and she knew she couldn’t wiggle out of giving him a serious answer. “It’ll be a little nerve-racking to have customers walking in, that’s all. You’re here, though, and so is Q, so I’ll be fine.”

  He eyed her for a second before
turning back to the sun cookie he was working on. “Just let me finish this one, and I’ll come help up front.”

  All she wanted to do was keep hugging him as she watched him create art out of frosting, but the bakery opened in two minutes. She did allow herself a final cheek kiss, though, and her lips lingered a little longer this time. His smile widened, popping his dimple. Reluctantly, she released him and took a step back. “Thank you. I would’ve run out of here screaming about twenty times this morning if you hadn’t been here.”

  Putting down the bottle of frosting, he turned to face her and tugged her closer, so she was standing between his legs. “No, you would’ve stuck it out. You’re braver than you think.”

  It was impossible not to kiss him. As soon as their lips met, Q pushed open the swinging door and stuck his head inside. “I’m unlocking the door now. Quit kissing Mr. Hamilton and come help me.” Without waiting for a response, he disappeared back up front.

  With a regretful sigh, she squeezed Hamilton’s hands and stepped away. “Good thing Q’s here. Otherwise, we might have made another mess, and we just finished deep-cleaning the kitchen after last time we broke my rule.”

  He flashed his dimple again, and her heart melted all over again. She was in ridiculous amounts of love with the man. “The mess was worth it. It always is with you.”

  She smiled back, dreaming of a lifetime of wonderful messes with Hamilton.

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  Acting Lessons

  by Katie Allen

  Chapter One

  “Topher.”

  She glanced up and grinned. “Danny Boy!”

  He pointed at the mocha she was topping with whipped cream. “Better watch that,” he warned. “You’re about to make an ugly mess.”