Bun in the Oven

by Jamie Knight

It was a complete failure. I was no closer to knowing what Mike wanted, not for sure.

  He wanted to fuck me. That much was clear. I couldn't really fault him for this. I really liked fucking him too. We had a lot in common in that respect and had a lot of good sexual chemistry.

  I just didn't want this to be the basis of our relationship. I'd never been down that road myself, being a bit too neurotic for that, but I had known people, both male and female who had, especially when I was enrolled in college, and it never seemed to work very well for anyone involved.

  I believed there was something about human psychology, typical human psychology anyway, that longed for some sort of security. It just stood to reason. Even those in polyamorous relationships, something I had never considered, had what tended to be called a 'Primary' or a relationship and a partner which was always there, not matter what else they might do.

  I'd had an inkling of something deeper going on with Mike. Some kind of trauma that led him to being really protective or his heart, but did I seem to be able to get to it? No. He was too well guarded.

  I would have tried to help if he had let me, which really just made it more frustrating. Someone I liked was clearly hurting but was too busy hiding behind machismo to let me even try to help. I decided to just give it up and save us both a lot of time and trouble.

  I was half awake when the knocking started. I tried to ignore it, putting my pillow over my head to try and block it all out or at least to muffle it. Whoever was knocking was relentless and made it clear that they would not go away until I answered.

  Pulling myself groggily out of bed, I shambled to the door, still yawning, just as a second barrage of door knocks started up.

  “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, keep your pants on!”

  I opened the door, my eyes still only half way to that state and peered out blearily at the agent of Hell who had opted to disturb my much needed slumber.

  “Jessa?”

  “Hey,” she said quietly.

  I knew Jessa through work. She had ordered several cakes over the years for the parties she threw apparently on a weekly basis and kept me in business when I first started out after opening the bakery. She was also the source of some of the most surprising, interesting and hilarious orders I had gotten to that point.

  The fake dildo had been hers, it being one of her friends who had been getting married and Jessa had been in charge of organizing the bachelorette party. There was another order which called for two dozen icing butterflied to be applied to a cake made up to look as much like a flower garden as possible. It had been for a garden tea party.

  I gave her a hug, Jessa not really responding. I was about to invite her in but Jessa didn't seem really happy to be there. It was then that I realized why Mike had seemed so familiar. She and Mike had been together back when I first started baking for her. She always took the lead in terms of the ordering and whatever so I really only saw in him the background or at a distance when she was around which was why he never really made much of an impression at the time. She was the one sending my e-transfers after all.

  “Why were you with Rickard's with Mike last night?” Jessa asked pointedly.

  “How did-”

  “I was there too. Didn't Mike tell you? I'm pretty sure he saw me. At least going by the look on his face, ”

  “No, he didn't I didn't see you either.”

  “I'm good at not being noticed when it is needed. I've been dodging paparazzi for over a year.”

  “I-I guess that makes sense,” I said, my mind lurching into gear.

  “You still haven't answered my question. What were you doing with Mike last night?”

  “Are you stalking us or something,” I asked.

  “No need. I run On the Go, I know where everyone is all the time. Besides, I often go to Rickard's, Mike and I used to go there all the time. We have a standing reservation. I'm just more willing to use it to bounce people.”

  “Out of line?” I asked.

  “Where else?” she asked with a smile that bordered on evil.

  I had heard about rich people who thought they owned the world. Gia had had her own experience with such, nearly ruining her chances with Reece. I thought of Mike again. My feeling about him were mixed to say the least but if he had some kind of crazy ex-girlfriend thing going on I was worried for his safety. I wasn't sure I could love him but that didn't matter.

  Some girls would have run the other was as fast as possible, not wanting to get involved, self-preservation being both common and understandable. I was a weirdo however and felt protective of the guy I wasn't even sure liked me outside of fucking my ass. Our connection was a bit tenuous at that point but I didn't want him to get hurt. I also didn't believe for a second that Jessa had been there by accident, partly because, as she so kindly pointed out,

  “That's not very nice you know,” I said.

  “Nice guys finish last, bitch,” Jessa snarled.

  “Did you just call me a bitch?” I asked.

  “Fuckin' right I did. You're nothing. Mike is mine and I can have him back any time I want to. You need to back the fuck o-”

  I didn't hear the last word. I was to busy slamming the door on her face hoping I'd broken her nose.

  Going back my bed room I got out my phone. I looked up Mike's number, not having yet committed it to memory and wrote him a quick text, inviting him out to lunch.

  I wasn’t sure what his intentions were but I knew Jessa and the least I could do was try and warn him.

  Chapter Eight

  Mike

  I was waiting for Ava's serve, turning my racket in my hands as was my custom, when my phone started to bing in the pocket of my tennis shorts. Ava and I were having our usual Sunday match. Something when had done since we were kids, initially at our parent's insistence. We had always liked each other better than tennis, the sport mostly becoming an excuse to make to time in our busy lives to see each other. She was just as competitive as she had been when she was ten her serve only getting harder and more accurate as she grew up. I still had a slight bruise on my chest left over from an incident the week before.

  “Are you going to get that?” Ava asked.

  “You think I should?” I asked, straightening up.

  “Sure.”

  I pulled the phone from my pocket and looked at the notification. It was a text from Sally.

  “It's from Sally, right?” Ava asked.

  “How did you know?”

  “Just a hunch,” Ava said, with a sight shrug.

  I tapped on the notification and read the message. Sally wanted to meet me for lunch. I was a bit surprised considering how we had left things the night before. I had wanted to ask her to stay but honestly wasn't sure if she was into it. I had the feeling that she was but didn't want to push. I was a bit shaken by how attached I was getting to Sally.

  “You should go,” Ava said.

  “Hey?” I asked, looking up.

  “To lunch with Sally, she clearly doesn't hate you, yet.”

  “How did you -”

  “You're not the only one who notices things, bro.”

  “Fair enough,” I said.

  She was right of course. An eye and memory for detail was pretty much a family trait. One which had led us both into our careers.

  “If you still know her by thanksgiving you should invite her to my party, so I can meet her.”

  “Why would you want to do that?” I asked.

  “I'm the only family you have left and I'm really curious about the girl who finally managed to capture your cold, guarded heart.”

  Coming from anyone else that last bit would have hurt. Though I knew Ava and could tell she was at least partly joking to make a point. I could always count on her to call me on my bullshit.

  “Don't get your hopes up,” I said, texting Sally back to say yes, “I don't have the best history.”

  I had to google the deli, it not being my usual kind of place. Sally was already sitting at one of the low wood
en tables when I arrived, working on her iPhone. She was looking really sexy in a very nice dress with leggings, a nice tweed overcoat hanging on the back of her chair.

  “Hey,” I said, sitting down across from her.

  “Nice suit,” she said.

  “Thanks.”

  “What happened with you and Jessa?”

  That came out of nowhere but wasn't really a surprise. Jessa was famous now, almost always in the papers. We were usually photographed together so it made sense Sally would find out about us sooner or later, though it was more likely to be sooner considering the fact they were all over the internet, including On the Go which, last I could bear to look, had over 50 million subscribers. I early broke my foot kicking a wall after seeing that number.

  “We dated, for a while,” I said.

  “Oh, okay, that, that's good,” she said, sounding really relieved.

  “Good?” I asked, confused.

  “Well yeah, I mean 'dated' past tense as well as the 'for a while' if I'm honest. I mean you're not with her now or anything.”

  “No, that's long in the past,” I said.

  “Like I said, good,” she said.

  I wanted to ask her more. Like why she was suddenly brining it up but we had been pretty touch and go and I didn't want to ruin our impromptu date. I didn't know it that was what she intended it as but it really didn't matter. I was mostly just happy to be able to see her again. I decided not to push her. Even though I felt like a bit of a sap wanting to be around her so much.

  “Would you like to go for a walk?” I asked, as we were finishing lunch.

  “Where?” Sally asked, seeming up for it in general.

  “Central Park, if that's not too cliché,” I said.

  “Yes, but I'll allow it,” Sally said, putting on her coat.

  I paid on the way out, dropping a hundred on the counter on the way past, we headed out into the chilly afternoon and got into the air conditioned limo, the driver opening the door for us like I paid him to do.

  “Central Park,” I said, getting in beside Sally, our bodies pressing together in a very pleasant way.

  “Right away, sir,” the driver said.

  Leaving the limo parked at the curb, we headed for the main entrance. Sally took my hand as we went. Time was we would be back at my place fucking hard by that point but that wasn't my main objective. At least not with her. I was really happy just to be happy to be with her, strolling through the park, holding hands. I suspected I was falling in love with her. I had never met a woman like her.

  “Ava wants to meet you, she invited you for thanksgiving,” I said as we strolled among the colorful trees.

  “Who's Ava?” Sally asked.

  “I haven't mentioned Ava?” I asked surprised at myself.

  “I don't think so,” Sally said.

  “That's surprising,” I said.

  “Why? Who's Ava?”

  “This is a bit embarrassing. Ava is my little sister.”

  “You want me to meet your family?” Sally asked, sounding really touched.

  “Technically my family wants to meet you but I am not opposed the idea, in general I mean” I said.

  “Let me guess, Ava is the nice one,” Sally said, jokingly.

  “Usually, yeah,” I said, meaning it in all seriousness.

  “I thought this was just supposed to be a fling. Wouldn't meeting your sister make us some kind of couple?”

  I could tell that she was being sarcastic and decided to respond in kind. Not really mature but seemed appropriate in the context.

  “We wouldn't want that, would we?” I asked.

  I gave the driver a hundred to get us back to my place as quick as possible without getting pulled over. Leaving the limo door open for the driver to close, I swopped Sally up into my arms and ran through the main doors of the building which were being held open by the door man. Once in the lobby I considered the elevator but deciding it would take too much time, I wanted to fuck Sally right away, I opted for the stairs up to my condo taking them two by two to get there as soon as possible. We were making out by the time we got through the door.

  Not wanting to take the time to go upstairs to my bedroom, I went to the living room. Laying her out on the couch, still kissing her, I yanked off her leggings and panties, taking her boots with them. Yanking up her dress I spread her legs wide and buried my face into her delicious little pussy. She thrust and moaned, holding my head with both hands I devoured her tender pink pussy lips. Slipping two fingers in between her beautiful folds I worked her clit while licking her pussy lips in a hard, circular motion, bringing her to a bucking, screaming orgasm.

  I kissed my way back up her body, going over her belly and up between her tits, over her neck to her mouth, Sally kissing me deeply as I reached her mouth, subtly rubbing her pussy against my crotch.

  Getting up off the couch and moving around to her side, I unzipped, taking my aching cock and balls from the prison of my pants I fed her my cock which Sally accepted happily, sucking me hard as I continued to finer her pussy, gently working her hard little clit. I unloaded into her mouth, Sally swallowing down ever drop, looking me in the eyes as she did so.

  I kissed her lovingly, gently cupping her puss as she came hard, her body wracked with strong convulsions. Shifting her onto her side, I got on the couch behind her and stroked my cock against her pussy lips making her hum with pleasure.

  “Ready, baby?” I asked, gently cupping her pussy.

  “Yes, please fuck me,” she said.

  Taking her by the hip for leverage I fucked her gently, pumping her pussy making sure to hit her clit with each pass. She held onto my arm and started to move with me, pushing my cock even further inside her beautiful little pussy. Her sweet walls closing around my big hard cock as I started working inside her, going slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her, gradually picking up speed until I was pounding her.

  We came at the same time, her against me and me inside her. I was freak for a moment before I remembered she had told me she was on the pill when the condom broke the first time we had fucked. I could only hope this was still the case.

  Slipping my cock out of her pussy, replacing it with my fingers as place holder, and gave it for her to suck again which she did happily. After stroking me a few times while gently sucking me, she moved down to my balls, sucking them lovingly while continuing to stroke me, getting my cock back into her mouth before I unloaded. She swallowed it down and continued to suck me, slowly gaining speed until she had brought me to another orgasm.

  “That good, baby?” I asked.

  “Fuck yes,” she said, stroking my cock.

  “Can you take it the ass?” I asked.

  “I-I think so. I mean. I'll try.”

  “Turn over, sweetie,” I said.

  She obeyed, spreading her ass with her hands. I just looked for a second. Amazed at her initiative. Gently massaging her while licking her pussy to get her relaxed, I got her to orgasm, I used my tongue to her as hole to prep her. She started moan loudly, reaching back with one of her hands, pushing my head against her even harder. Bringing her to a screaming orgasm, I gently got on top of her and pressed the head of my cock against her prepped asshole.

  “Deep breath in,” I said.

  “Okay,” she said, obeying.

  “And slowly out.”

  As she exhaled, I pushed slowly into her asshole getting the head in easily. She moaned as I tried to get more in and stopped for a second to let her get used to it.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  I started pushing into her sweet little asshole, getting halfway in before stopping again.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Uh-huh,” she said.

  Pressing my hand against the small of her back, I started to move very slowly, working my admittedly huge cock in and out of her asshole, listening closely for an signs of distress. None came and I started to fuck her harder her, her soft gasps turning to loud moan
s. I reach around with my other hand and massaged her pussy as I fucked her tight little asshole.

  She came like a banshee, actually holding onto the arm of the couch as I filled her asshole with my cum. I cupped her pussy and stroked her back as she came down, her body trembling subtly. Leaving my hand on her back I held the base of my cock and slowly pulled out of her.

  I wanted to ask her to stay. I had never cuddled after fucking before. Had never really wanted to but I did with Sally. I was about to when she got right up and started putting her clothes back on with no small amount of difficulty.

  “Here,” I said, helping her with her leggings.

  “Thanks,” she said, seeming to mean it.

  She seemed a bit preoccupied so I decide it to let it lie. The more cynical part of me told me wanting her to stay was a warning sign that I was getting to close to the sweet little baker. It was starting to mess with my mind. Love could do that, or so I was told. I was beginning to regret telling her about Ava's invitation.

  Chapter Nine

  Sally

  It took a while to get Gia and Reece's house. Such was traffic in New York. Even at ten o'clock on a Sunday. I forged on however, determined to see her recently born baby.

  “Hey, babe,” Gia said, hugging my warmly.

  “Hey,” I said.

  We kissed on the cheek and she led me into the house. She looked surprisingly good for someone who had just given birth.

  “How are you doing?” I asked.

  “Glad not to have to be pregnant anymore,” Gia said.

  We were halfway down the corridor leading to the nursery when another knock came on the door.

  “It's just through there, I'll be back,” Gia said.

  I found the nursey pretty easily. The crib looked like it was some kind of heirloom. Going by the wood and the general design it looked like it had been constructed sometime in the later part of the nineteenth century. Reece was more willing than Mike to show his wealth but always managed to do so in a tasteful way.

  “Hey you,” Maya said, coming in with Maya, Catharine and Amanda close behind.

  “Hey.”