Page 20 of A Treasure To Keep
Andrea
El and I are at the grocery store after Alessandro and Luci’s wedding. I keep thinking about everything that happened before their ceremony. I know something between her and Marco happened because of how they acted toward each other all evening. Despite their constant fighting, something about this evening was different. He was fuming, and she was cold, something I’d never seen from them.
“Do you think this cake is big enough?” El insisted on getting a cake for us to enjoy off each other after seeing Luci lick icing off Alessandro’s neck. I turn around, breaking out in laughter when I see her carrying a sheet cake big enough for a birthday party.
“Mon trésor, that’s a cake you would buy for a large event, not for the two of us.” She leans into one of her hips, eyebrows raised as she taps her foot. An obvious sign she’s annoyed while also knowing she will get her way. I can never say no to her.
“We need a big cake for what I have planned. Now come on, we need to get this home.” She rushes away from me to pay for her large cake while I’m still laughing at how absurd the sight is.
El walks into our apartment first, setting the cake on the counter before spinning around to face me. “Go get naked and lie on the bed.”
“Oui, mademoiselle.” Call me curious. I’ll play El’s game, wondering what she has in store for us. And that cake.
I’m undressed, already half-hard, when I hear El’s heels make their way into the room. My eyes and cock bulge when I notice she’s wearing new lingerie while holding the cake. The mauve lace balconette bra and matching high-cut thong contrast with the color of her eyes, making them pop. The sight causes pre-cum to drip onto my stomach when she makes her way toward me. Her nipples peek through the lace, slightly darker than the color of the bra. That and the dip in her hips make me want to bend her over and hold on to them as I make love to her. I instinctively grind my hips slightly and groan. El’s light pink lips tip up into a smirk when she notices my reaction. She always knows exactly how to arouse me.
“What do you think of my new lingerie? I bought this for you since I know blush and lace are your favorites. Initially, I was waiting until your birthday. Since we have this big cake now, why should we wait?” She takes two fingers, swiping them through the icing, bringing both into her mouth and sucking. She moans before an audible pop fills the room when they leave her mouth.
I sit up, knowing El has bigger plans for that cake by the way her eyes sparkle with lust. Something tells me she’s waiting for me to egg her on. “If that’s all you’re going to do, why did you get a cake that extravagant?”
“Oh, Andrea. You should know me better than that. Lay back down.” I lie down, hands behind my head, as El moves her fingers back through the cake, spreading it down my body until she reaches my pubic bone. Instead of continuing down, she grabs more and drags it up from my balls under my shaft, ending where the bead of pre-cum sits. She swipes the bead up, sending chills down my body when she sucks down the leftover cake mixed with my essence.
El sets the cake next to us when she slips out of her heels, climbing onto the bed. She instantly straddles me as she licks the cake off my body, avoiding the part she left on my dick. She pauses, pulling her underwear to the side and taking more cake, swiping it right on her clit, and fuck, I hope that piece is for me.
“Mon trésor, can I have some cake?” El giggles, and I can tell she knows exactly what I’m asking of her. And that she had the same idea.
She makes her way up my body, placing her thick, luscious legs on each side of my head. I can smell her arousal mixed with the vanilla cake before she lowers herself down. Another thing I love about mon trésor is that when she sits on my face, she completely sits. None of that hovering bullshit. If I die, I die. At least I’d die loving the most beautiful woman in the world. The overly sweet taste of the cake is what hits me first. I softly nibble on El’s clit, cleaning all the cake off as she winces at the subtle pain. Soon after the cake is gone, she grinds herself on my face, pinching her nipples through her bra as I realize she’s going to come. She throws her head back, cum dripping down my chin before she rises on shaky knees. I’m desperate to have her wrapped around me, to make her cum drench my dick like she drenched my face.
“Please. Don’t torture me any further. Make love to me. Ride me until I fill you with the evidence of my love.”
Chapter 21
El
“Please. Don’t torture me any further. Make love to me. Ride me until I fill you with my cum.” On shaky legs I get off his face, turn around, and take his cock into my mouth, sucking the cake I left on the underside of his dick. When I find the balance, I lift my ass to peel my underwear off, blindly throwing them somewhere.
I sit up and reach behind me, unclasping the bra, and drop it onto the bed, partially landing on the cake. Andrea practically drools at the sight of my curves. I straddle him, grinding myself against the underside of his cock when I bend down, kissing him gently. I reach over to the cake, grabbing a little and swiping it over both of his nipples. He moans, thrusting his hips when I lick the icing off one, taking the other in my mouth, sucking until it’s all gone.
I sit up on my knees, taking his cock to press it against my entrance. When I put the tip inside myself, Andrea goes to thrust into me but I sit up, letting his dick flop back onto his stomach.“No, no, no. Not yet. Be patient, my love. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Mon trésor, do you want me to beg for your sweet pussy? Do you want me to tell you how perfect it is wrapped around me? What can I do to make you stop teasing me?” His milk chocolate eyes tell me he’s desperate for me. I bring my nails through his hair, sweeping it back from his face when I lean in, kissing him with such intensity that I could come with that movement alone. When I pull away, I take his bottom lip in mine, biting until I taste copper on my tongue.
I reach between us, bringing his cock to my entrance before I slowly take every inch of him. “Begging was my first thought. Then I realized I’d be teasing myself too.”
Andrea sits up, grasping my hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls my head back, nibbling up the side of my neck before taking my mouth with his. The taste of my cum still lingers in his mouth with the sweet icing. Maybe we should save some of that cake for later.
We simultaneously thrust into each other, our moans vibrating between our lips. The sound of our bodies thrusting together echoes through the room, matching the pleasure we’re causing each other.
I’m about to come when Andrea and I freeze by the sudden knock on our door. “Are we expecting someone?”
Andrea shakes his head. “No. The only people who know where we live, sans our neighbors, are Luci, Alessandro, and Marco. I’m sure Luci and Alessandro are in a similar predicament as we are, and I can’t think of any universe where that would be Marco.” Even though we’ve stopped moving, Andrea twitches inside me, a sign of his attraction to Marco by the mention of his name. If he only knew Marco’s dumb words.
We both jump when the same person pounds on the door, louder than last time. “Open the fucking door!” Fucking. Marco.
“Ignore him.” We continue making love, hoping Marco will get the point. He pounds on the door again, pissing me off and annoying Andrea. I swear I’ll fucking castrate him.
“I’m not leaving. Stop ignoring me.” He pounds on the door again, this time I’m sure with both fists, until I shove myself off Andrea and grab my silk robe. He has officially lost it.
I storm through the apartment, ready to throw the closest heavy thing at him. For good measure, I grab the bookend off Andrea’s bookshelf. I throw the door open and barely miss his fists. “Are you fucking high? I should castrate you!”