Page 31 of Falling for the Forbidden
“There’s stuff to make one, though.” I know for a fact that there’s everything we’ll need at the back of the larder cupboard, because I bought it and put it there a couple of weeks ago.
“I haven’t made a cake since Food Tech in year 9, and that was a disaster!”
“It’s a good job you’ve got an excellent teacher, then.”
“I’m sensing this lesson will be a little different than the one I’m remembering.” His eyes drop to my barely clothed body, and he leisurely takes in every inch. “Definitely better,” he mutters quietly while rearranging himself in his shorts.
“Come on, let’s bake,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the counter. Finding the scales in the darkest part of the bottom cupboard, I give them a clean before instructing Ben to weigh out the correct amounts.
“Can’t we just guess?”
“No. Baking is a science.”
“I always preferred sex ed.”
“You’re a nightmare.” I sit myself up on the island counter as Ben beats the eggs and folds in the flour exactly as instructed. “Don’t forget the cocoa powder.” I pop the top off and pull at the foil beneath. I put a little more force into it than necessary and, in seconds, almost a full tub of cocoa powder covers my boobs and thighs as well as the counter and the floor.
“You need a hand?” Ben asks, his eyes darkening as he looks at my dirty chest.
“No, I’ve got it.” I go to dust it off but he captures my wrist before I get the chance.
“Let me.” His head drops forward before his tongue licks the powder from my breast.
“That’s going to be—”
“Ew, that tastes nothing like chocolate,” he says, pulling back with his lips curled in disgust. “I know what will make it better.”
“Ben, no!” I squeal when he reaches into the icing sugar and grabs a handful. The white dust is thrown just as I jump down from the counter. Icing sugar surrounds me. Every breath tastes sweet as it begins to settle on my skin. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Before I have a chance to move, Ben’s hands slide around my waist and I’m pulled against him. His lips go to my neck and he licks a trail down to the valley between my breasts. “So much better than cake,” he mumbles as he continues licking.
My nipples pebble against the thin fabric of my bikini top and heat floods my core.
“Oh…I think you got a little bit…” Pulling the cup from my breast, I watch as Ben licks around my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. My head falls back as my clit starts to pound.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as he swaps to the other side and gives it the same treatment.
“Don’t move,” he demands. The serious look in his eyes means I don’t argue. I stand, surrounded by cocoa powder and icing sugar dust with my breasts on show while Ben adds all that’s left of the cocoa powder into the cake mix. “Hey, I told you to stay there,” he complains when I begin dragging my nails down his back. I can’t help but smile when his skin pricks with goosebumps and his entire body shudders.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” I slide my hands around to his stomach as he begins pouring the mixture into the tins I lined earlier.
“Fuck, Lauren,” he complains when I slip one hand under the waistband of his shorts and wrap my hand around him. He manages to flinch and miss the tin. Reaching out, I run my finger through the mixture and bring it up to his lips. “Suck,” I demand, praying my voice sounds as sexy as I hope it does.
“Mmm,” he moans as he laps at my finger, licking off every bit of the mixture. “I think I’ve got an idea for where I want to eat the rest of this from.” My insides clench at the suggestion. “How…how long do these take?” he stutters when I start stroking him.
“About twenty minutes.”
“That should be enough time.”
“Enough time for what?” Slipping away from my grasp, be pulls the oven door open and slides the two tins inside. Then, he turns to me. His eyes are dark and hungry as they drop from mine and take in my curves. Reaching out, he pops the buttons on my shorts and pushes them down my thighs. Wiggling my hips, I get them to fall to my feet and step out while he pulls at the ties around my back and at my hips. In seconds, the fabric flutters to the floor and I’m stood bare before him, bar the cocoa powder and icing sugar clinging to my skin.
After dropping his own shorts, he grabs my waist and lifts. I have no choice but to sit on the edge of the counter.
“Lie back,” he demands. I wince when my back hits the cold marble beneath me, but it’s soon forgotten when I feel Ben’s breath tickle my sensitive skin.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch as Ben feasts on me. The fact that we’re out in the open in the middle of our parents’ house only helps push me closer to my orgasm.
His lids flutter open, and his intense eyes land on mine. My heart flips over. I’m totally consumed by this man.
