Page 58 of Off Season

I blow out the candle and smile at Jacob. “Is this what you were doing this afternoon?”

He nods. “I baked them this morning and just finished decorating them.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now sit back.” He pushes my chest so I’m back against the couch before carefully removing the candle and placing it on the coffee table. Then he drops tohis knees between my spread thighs. “It’s time for your birthday gift.”

“You’re very bossy today,” I tease.

Placing the cupcake on the floor beside him, he smooths his hands up my thighs to my groin, his teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. My cock takes notice instantly, thickening inside my boxers.

“J…” I say in warning.

His fingers curl into the elastic waistband of my shorts and tug them down my legs, along with my boxers. My hard dick slaps my abdomen. Precome beads at the tip, smearing against my stomach, and it takes everything in me not to take over.

“Shit,” I gasp, gripping the couch cushions to stop myself from grabbing his head. “You’re killing me here.”

“Your thighs,” he says, desire laced in his voice. He runs his hands up the sides of my quads. I shiver as he drags his nails against my skin on the way down. “They’re so thick and solid. I love them.”

My dick twitches, wanting Jacob to love that part of my body rather than my thighs.

His lips quirk. “Impatient, I see.”

Leaning up on his knees, his delicate fingers wrap around the base of my cock. He pumps his hand up and down my shaft, rolling my foreskin down to expose the swollen mushroom head. His tongue peeks out to swipe the bead of precome while his eyes remain fixed on mine. Those blue hues blaze with heat and a mischievous glint.

“Jacob,” I moan when his tongue teases the sensitive glans with another tormenting lick.

He wraps his plush lips around me and sucks on the tip,his tongue teasing the sensitive glans. My head hits the back of the couch, and I actually let out a whine when he releases me.

He snickers, but as I’m about to tell him to keep going, he picks up the cupcake. He scoops up some of the frosting with two fingers, then wraps his other hand around the base of my cock to steady my shaft.

“Fuckkkk!” I grunt as he smears the frosting down the length of my cock.

The muscles in my thighs tremble as he slowly licks the frosting away from root to tip in tantalizing strokes of his tongue.

My body shudders as he takes me into the warm heat of his mouth. His lips stretch around my cock, taking me in deeper until I hit the back of his throat. Ecstasy burns through my veins, and my balls tighten. Jacob’s fingers massage the heavy sac as his head bobs. There are tears swimming in his eyes from the way he deepthroats my dick like a dream, and he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

He pulls off with a pop and picks up more cupcake frosting to spread onto my balls before sucking each heavy nut like a starved man.

There’s no way I’m going to last. Nails dig into the juncture of my thighs as he takes me in as far as he can, and I can’t hold back any longer.

“J… I’m gonna come,” I grit out behind clenched teeth in warning.

He hums around my length, sucking harder, and the vibrations trigger my release. He swallows every drop of come, sucking me dry until I’m shaking and disoriented. Hereleases me with a pop, and I sag into the couch like a deflated balloon.

Jacob stands up, wiping the remnants of my come from the corner of his mouth with his finger and sucking it clean.

“Happy Birthday,” he sings, grinning.

My chest heaves as my lungs go into overtime, working hard to regain my breath. “I’m never gonna be able to look at a cupcake the same way.”

His eyes twinkle in delight. He takes a bite of the cake and then holds it out to me. But it’s not the cake I want.

Instead, I grab his hips and pull him onto my lap. Not caring that my dick is still exposed and sticky from a mix of come, saliva, and frosting.

Gripping his wrists, just like I did that day in London with the ice cream, I bring the remainder of the cake to my mouth and take a large bite, making sure to graze his fingertips with my teeth. His breath hitches, eliciting a groan from deep inside his chest.

“How many of these cakes did you make?” I ask once I finish chewing.

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