Page 39 of The Secret Club
“Sit on the cake.”
“Sit?” I falter.
“Yes.” He grins at me. “I want you to sit in the middle of the cake. I want to watch as the cake goes everywhere. In every crease and fold and crevice.” Connor licks his lips.
“Okay…” I say uncertainty. “Now?”
“Right now, please. Legs slightly apart.”
I do as he instructs, I move my feet apart and I lower my naked bottom until I feel the sponge, cream, chocolate crumbs and jam go into places food has never been before. I keep lowering until my bottom hits the base of the pool and cake is surrounding my hips and lower body. It squishes and squelches and smells delicious.
I look at Connor who is now looking at me, hunger in his eyes. This is what he’s been building up to. He prowls over to me and without breaking our eye contact, steps into the pool, gets down on his knees and with one hand reaches for my head pulling my mouth to his. Connor begins to kiss me like he’s trying to devour me, his lips moving as his tongue dips further and further into my mouth. Cake is beginning to mush around me, I can feel it pushing further between my folds.
As Connor pulls away for a breath, I look down to see his erection has also been dipping into the cake that is surrounding me. My mouth waters. He sees me looking and nods towards me. “Clean the cake off me, Roxy.”
I lick my lips as my reply as I push him back onto his bottom against the side of the paddling pool, his legs spread around me. I peel my bottom from the mushy creamy cake around me and lean forward onto my knees to lick from the base of his shaft up to his tip. The cake tastes like a Victoria vanilla sponge and oh boy does it taste good on him. I lick and suck his bald balls clean, and then continue licking up and down until my face is covered in cream and jam. I lick thebeads of pre come from the tip before sucking him down fully, right to the back of my throat.
He groans out loud and pulls me off his cock. “I’m going to come down your pretty throat if you do that again and I still have plans for you.” Leaning forward he takes my face in his hands and begins to lick the jam and cream from around my mouth and sucking it off the tip of my nose. This shouldn’t turn me on so much, but the sensations around me and the pleasure from him licking me is turning my insides into jelly like the bowl I’m sitting next to.
“Your turn,” is all Connor says before pushing me back into the creamy cake with yet another squelch. Cake is now all up my back as my legs land wide open. Connor licks his lips before moving onto his knees and bending his head down to my pussy. I watch as his tongue peeks out to lick from my arsehole to my clit and I moan.
He pulls up, cream and jam and chocolate flakes stick to his nose and he smiles like this is his happy place. “This is the best way to eat cake, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I moan as he dips his head back down and laps at my arsehole again and again before moving his tongue lapping around my pussy but not getting anywhere near close enough to the spot where I want him.
“This cake tastes divine on you. I can’t wait any longer to eat it out of your pussy.” And with that his head moves back down between my legs and he laps from my entrance to my clit making me buck in surprise and pleasure. His teasing has made my every nerve ending fire with anticipation. He diligently licks out my folds and deep inside me, cleaning me out whilst making liquid heat begin to pool from my core.
I need more and he knows it. He seems intent on licking and sucking everything below my clit until my pussy is clean. He finally moves to my sensitive throbbing bundle of nerves and begins circling his tongue around it, then over it andlapping at it again and again, applying more and more pressure before nipping down on the bud with his teeth and I explode, pleasure ripples through my entire body and I lay back fully into the cake, the moisture of it engulfing me as I float on a high that has me seeing stars.
When my clit becomes sensitive Connor stops licking, lifts his head with a satisfied smile, and moves his body over mine lowering his hard cock to my entrance. With one arm, he wipes his face across his forearm. I tense as he attempts to enter me knowing his size is going to be a big stretch. Seeing my hesitation he says in my ear, “It’ll fit I promise, I’ll edge it in slowly, like this, see.” And I feel my slick inside stretching around him as my walls adjust to the size of him.
With small slow thrusts, I begin to feel the full size of him filling me up. He is being really gentle with me, and I reach out to bring his head lower to mine and he kisses me passionately. We share a moment of just us, connected as one and it feels nice. When we break apart, Connor slowly pulls out and then thrusts deeper, so deep he’s hitting the back of my walls.
Connor then scoops out a handful of cake and rubs it into my chest, coating my breasts and nipples in a thick cream and sponge. Holding his weight with one hand, he continues to slowly thrust deep inside me, using the other he collects more cake and rubs it into my neck. Where my head lays on the edge of the pool, he scoops a handful more cake and rubs it over the top of my head. This man is coating me in cake whilst he fucks me. When he’s satisfied that I’m suitably coated in cake, he reaches for the jelly, a dark desire emanating from his eyes. He scoops out a hand and rubs it over my stomach, up over my chest and into my neck. Slowly moving in and out of my body as he does it. Scoop after scoop until he’s rubbed the jelly into my hair, it’s running down my face and down my neck.
Lowering his head he licks at my face and neck sucking off the strawberry smelling stickiness. He’s thrusting deeper andharder but still slowly, drawing out his pleasure as the pure depravity of his desires starts to build my own orgasm.
I am a complete mess of cake and jelly, it’s coating my entire upper body, face and hair. The cold sensation of the food is then outweighed by the heat of Connor’s body pumping into me relentlessly and his hot mouth, licking and sucking at me. When he bites down on one of my nipples after sucking at it mercilessly I fall apart around him, another climax triggering throughout my core. My moans of senseless pleasure tip Connor over the edge and he lets go entirely, groaning so loud I blink my eyes back open to watch him come undone. He stills his throbbing cock inside me and unloads for what feels like forever. Still balancing on one arm, he lowers his head to my neck and breathes into me, “That was incredible.”
It feels strange to have this beautiful specimen of a man lying across me having what feels like a more intimate moment than actually having sex with me. It’s a bit of a head fuck but I move one sticky hand along his backside and up his back. I’m not sure if I’m caressing his body to bring him comfort or me. But I just try and enjoy the moment because this evening’s experience has been heavenly.
Slowly Connor unsticks his chest from my body and pulls his softening cock gently out of me. Smiling down at me he finally says, “You Roxy, are one hot, sticky mess. Come, let me wash you before your ride returns for you.”
I watch the thick muscles in his legs as he stands and holds out both hands to pull me up which I gladly take. He pulls me up and I hear cake and jelly falling off my bottom back into the pool. “Now you know there was method to my madness with the plastic floor coverings. Follow me this way.”
Connor holds out a hand which I gladly take before I slip on whatever is currently coating my feet. He leads me along the plastic sheeting to a huge bathroom with a double shower. He lets go of my hand to turn both jets on and waits while theyboth heat up. “In you go, Roxy.” And I’m so glad to feel the water rinse down on my gloopy sticky skin. I enjoyed every second of the sploshing sex but afterwards, I’m not loving the stickiness. “Here, let me help you with your hair.”
I smile up at him, “Thanks.”
“It’s the least I can do after rubbing so much of it in your hair.” His cheeks turn a light pink as he reaches for the shampoo, moving to stand behind me. “I may have gotten a touch out of control with the dessert, but you looked so beautiful all slicked and caked up. Good enough to eat.”
Connor massages and lathers my hair from behind and I work on rubbing off as much cake and jelly from my arms and upper body. Once Connor is satisfied my hair is free from lumps and sugar, he runs conditioner through the ends and goes under his own spray to get clean. I wash the lower half of my body, taking extra care to ensure the water washes away any lingering icing or jelly in my folds, rinse the conditioner out and turn off the tap. Connor points to a towel rail and I pull a giant fluffy black bath sheet around me. It’s warm and cosy—the towel rail must be heated. I pat myself dry and then pat my hair down watching the handsome Irishman finish in the shower as he watches me get dry. I go to walk back to the lounge for my clothes but he calls out, “Roxy, your clothes are there by the sink.”
I hadn’t noticed him carry the clothes in but maybe he did it earlier. I carefully get dressed and am nearly fully clothed as he turns off the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. Water runs down his expansive tattooed chest and drips from the ends of his curly black hair down his beautiful chiselled face. Oh this man.
“Thank you for dinner tonight Roxy, you were delectable. I enjoyed every single course.”
“Thankyoufor dinner tonight, it was quite an unforgettableand yummy experience. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget it. Or look at a cucumber in the same way again,” I giggle.
