Page 108 of Cream & Sugar
“What are we going to do?” I ask, my tone betraying my excitement.
Arousal flashes in his eyes. He shifts his weight to the other foot. “Playing with the toy felt fantastic, you said?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I told you the real thing will feel ten times better?”
All sorts of emotions crash through me—excitement, pure unfiltered lust, and the kind of fear you get at the summit of a really big rollercoaster. They collide and ignite inside me in a maelstrom of desire.
“I’d say the proof is in the pudding.”
Freddie licks his lips. “Good answer. I thought we could have a little fun here first.”
My hands tingle with excitement.
“What kind of fun?” I ask.
“You’ll see. Good things come to good boys.”
The lust in his eyes is fierce, but adoring. I know I’m in good hands, and I can’t wait to feel them on my body again.
Like a pair of magnets, we hurtle towards each other. Our bodies collide, lips meeting in a brutal kiss. His hot tongue invades my mouth, meeting mine in a tantalising dance.
“Mmm,” Freddie lets out a muffled moan. He drapes his hands over my shoulders as mine run down his back. Our kiss intensifies. Instinctively, I lift him into the air, my hands cupping his firm butt. He pulls himself against me, wrapping his legs around my waist as I turn us around and carry him over to the counter. I sit him down on the hard wood, standing on tiptoes so I can keep kissing him, never breaking the seal. My lungs burn, but breathing is overrated.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and gently tips my head back and to one side. I gasp for air as Freddie leans in to nip and suck at my ear. A soft moan escapes me and Freddie sighs, his breath hot against my neck. He runs his thumb down my jaw and across my lower lip as my fingers find the hem of his shirt, teasing it aside to sweep a delicate line along his hip bone. Both of us shiver.
I’m eager for more and so is Freddie judging by the sizeable bulge between his legs. He sees me looking and grins.
“Stay there.” Freddie slides off the counter and glides past me, until he’s about ten feet away, in a gap between the tables. He shrugs off his new jacket and hangs it over the back of a chair. Then, with delicious slowness, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing that stunning body inch by inch until he takes it off completely, letting it fall to the floor. He kicks off his shoes before peeling off his tight jeans, his socks, and finally, his underwear. The end result is picturesque. Freddie stands there, naked and completely perfect, like he’s been carved from marble.
The low amber light draws out every line of muscle on his body, every lean striation, in rippling gold. Broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, a light dusting of blonde hair at the base of his abs funnelling outwards in an inviting sprawl. His dick isbeautiful, straight and hard. I salivate as my tongue remembers the salty-sweet taste of him. I long for it.
For a moment, he just stands there, letting me look my fill, then he says, “Now you. I want to see all of you.”
As though hypnotised, I strip until all but my underwear is in a pile around my ankles. Freddie exhales, drinking me in. I swallow my nerves, then I roll my underwear down my thighs till gravity takes them. Fully exposed, I draw myself up to full height.
“Wow,” Freddie’s lips are slightly parted, his breathing carnal, “my boyfriend is the hottest man on the planet.”
We lock eyes.
“We have that in common,” I say.
Mischief flashes over Freddie’s face. “Although, I think we’re missing something.”
“Missing something—?” I begin, but Freddie’s already circling around behind the counter. He ducks down, opens the fridge and I hear the clink of aluminium. When he resurfaces, he’s holding a can of his favourite skooshy cream. I stare at him, quizzically. “What are you doing?"
“Time for dessert.” Freddie’s lips are slightly parted, his tongue skimming the edges of his front teeth. “And what’s dessert without a little cream on top?”
His eyes roam salaciously over my body once more.
Oh…
I understand now.
I’mdessert.
Freddie walks back around the counter slowly, thighs and abs rippling as he shakes the canister. No inhibitions here. He’s a lion on the prowl, ready to pounce.
