He raised his eyebrow at me. “Cake? Is that all you have been desperately waiting for?”
“Oh, Bryce, you have no idea how much I love cake.” I stepped us up against the balustrade and pressed my body against him, then hovering my mouth just over his and breathing hot onto his lips, I continued. “I love how sweet it is, how it rises, and I love it when it’s full of cream.” I licked my lips.
His eyes flared with desire. “That’s good. Because I have a huge cake for you.”
I reached down and cupped his erection which was now pushing against his trousers. “How huge?”
“Fucking enormous.”
I giggled as I gently squeezed him. “Can you feed me your cake?”
His eyes fluttered then closed. “Yes,” he groaned.
“When?” I whispered into his ear.
He eyes shot open. “Now.”
He was lightning fast, scooping me up into his arms and making me squeal as he walked briskly to the chopper. He opened the door and carefully placed me down. I scooted backwards along the seat as he climbed in and prowled toward me. Oh, Fuck. He is going to screw my brains out in the Crow with all our friends and family only metres away.
I would normally object to such a high risk sexual encounter, but the look in his eyes made it impossible to say no, together with the fact that my sexed-up hormones were currently going crazy. He placed his hands on my calves and dragged them up my legs, taking my dress up with them. I pressed against the door opposite to the one we got in by, panting with excitement, my chest rising and falling while watching his passionate desperation for me. He reached my underwear and paused looking up at me.
I didn’t hesitate. “Do it. Do it now, Bryce. I want to feel you in between my legs. I can’t wait.”
He growled and tore my underwear apart, then leaned forward and stroked my damp clit with his tongue. Oh, God. Yes! I pressed my hand to the window and it slipped from perspiration. I giggled seeing what I had just done.
He looked up. “What’s so funny?”
“I just did a ‘Rose’ from Titanic.”
He looked at my smudged hand print on the window and chuckled then mumbled something about being ‘king of the world’. I laughed, but suddenly swallowed the amusement as his tongue hit that perfect spot, flicking away and sending luscious pulses right through me.
“Oh, fuck, Bryce.” A sweet orgasm rippled through me, as he flicked his tongue and sucked my clit. I reached for his head and lifted him to my face, feeling and tasting my desire for him. Then leaning in, I pushed him back against the seat and unzipped his pants. He shuffled them down just enough to free his ready and waiting cock. I grasped it between my hands, dragging them up to his tip then gently massaged the moist crown with my finger before climbing onto his lap and greedily engulfing him with my pussy. He groaned as he gripped my arse and helped me pump his cock.
“You have no idea how fucking happy I am right now,” he breathed.
“I think I do.”
“No...you don’t.”
I smiled and kissed him, only to hear what I thought to be Tash’s voice. “Oh Geezus! My eyes, my bloody eyes.”
Followed by Jade’s, “Is that?...Are they?...Fuck me, where’s the popcorn?”
I quickly glanced out the window and spotted Tash pushing a reluctant Jade back toward the apartment, all the while giggling and cursing at her. “Jade, get your arse out of here now.”
I didn’t care though because I was having my cake and...cream, yes I was having the cream too. Bryce jerked, groaned and gripped me tightly. Oh, fuck. I really do love cake and cream.
Dampened with sweat and giggling, I quickly climbed off him. “Oh my God, they saw us. I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“I hope not. We just fucked in the Crow. I have wanted to fuck you in the Crow since the day Alexander was born.”
“Really? Little do you know I wanted that, too.” I sat for a small moment, blissfully absorbing the peaceful, happy aura surrounding us, and remembering that first time he buckled me into the front seat. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep my legs closed that time you were fishing for the set of headphones.”
“You have no idea how hard it was for me not to have pried your legs apart and kissed that sweet pussy of yours. I nearly fucking did, you know.”
I laughed, “I’m glad you didn’t.” I raised my eyebrow at him. “I’m glad you didn’t, because that very first time I felt your tongue on me was pure unadulterated bliss. I’ll never forget it.
“Neither will I, Hunny.” He leaned over, grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Are you ready to do this?” He was staring at me, waiting like a kid on Christmas morning.