Page 32 of Flirting with the Stranger

The pastry bag tumbles from my hand and hits the table with a clatter. I whirl around in Van’s arms, grip his cheeks, and haul his lips to mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me to him. He rocks his hips and his hard cock presses into my stomach. I reach down between us and grip his length in his jeans, alternating between rubbing and squeezing.

A deep rumble sounds from his chest. “Fuck. Cupcake. Keep going.”

His breath becomes more labored with each stroke. I reach down with my other hand and flip open the button of his jeans. Now, with more room, I shove a hand inside. There’s only a thin layer of cotton between him and my hand. I grip his cock through the fabric, fluctuating my pressure on each upward stroke. I glance up at his face. He pinches his eyes closed at the same time his lips part. His chest heaves under his shirt while he anticipates what I’m about to do next.

“It’s my turn to taste you.”

From my words, his eyes open to half-mast and a smile plays on his lips. I grab the frosting bowl and crouch down. I set the bowl on the bottom shelf and turn toward Van. When I glance up, he’s hunched over with his hands resting on the table, eyelids half open. My tongue peeks out and wets my lips. Reaching up, I grasp the sides of his jeans along with his underwear and tug down. When I pull the fabric over his bulge, his cock springs free, bobbing up and down until his jeans are at his ankles. Holy hell. I knew he was big from the way he stretched me but being up close and personal to his weapon of mass destruction is an all-new experience. I wrap my hand around his thick girth, my fingers far from touching. I pump once. Twice. Then I bring my mouth to the tip, licking the head. The salty pre-cum hits my taste buds.

Van releases a deep groan. “You’re going to look so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth. Your pretty lips wrapped around my dick, tunneling in and out.” Moisture pools between my legs from his dirty words.

I reach behind me and dip a finger into the frosting. I smear the buttercream on the tip of his cock. With the flat of my tongue, I lick it off, and then suck the head into my mouth. I release it with a loud pop.

“Mmm. Cock and frosting. Now this is something I could get used to.” I smear another dollop of frosting on his shaft. Again, I lick it off. I repeat the same thing on the other side. A guttural groan sounds above me.

“I want to see you take my cock. Suck it into your mouth. Fuck. Hollyn.”

I love the way Van makes demands, knowing it’s me that drives him crazy. I grip the base with one hand and stretch my lips around the head and slide down. The flat of my tongue runs along the underside. I pull up and slide back down. I continue the motion except I twist my hand on the way up. Van's hand reaches down and threads through my hair. He guides my head as I bob up and down on his dick. He bucks his hips slightly, causing his cock to hit the back of my throat. I swallow and he groans.

“Fuck. Yes. You’re so beautiful with your plump lips wrapped around me. Swallowing me down. Taking every inch of my cock like a good girl.” His words spur me on more. I speed up and increase the pressure of my hand and my lips. “Keep going. I’m going to come.”

His muscular thighs tremble beneath my hand as his movements become jerky. A moment later, his hot seed spurts out, hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow him down. His movements slow until I’ve sucked every drop from his cock. When he’s done, I release him with a pop. With my finger and thumb, I rub away any moisture from the corners of my mouth.

I rise to my feet, still between Van and the table, a sultry smile on my lips.

Van presses his mouth to mine, not caring my lips were just on him. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “If I knew baking was this much fun, I would have started sooner.”

“Only because it’s baking with me.”

His voice is soft and sweet. “You’re the only one I want to bake with.”

His words and the way he says them spark something inside me. Hope, perhaps?

The muffled vibrating from my phone sounds from the other side of the kitchen, pulling us from our moment.

“I should get that.”

Wordlessly, Van pushes away from the table. I move away, when I peer over my shoulder Van is pulling his pants up and clasping the button. I turn back around and find my open bag with my phone sitting on top. A missed call and several text messages pop up after I tap the screen. I scan the messages from Olivia before glancing back up to Van.

“My friends are meeting at Porter’s later. Are you interested in coming with? Meeting my friends?”

Van stalks toward me until he’s standing in front of me. “Meeting the friends. That’s a big deal. Are we ready for that kind of commitment?”

I let out a humorous giggle. “It’s only drinks. Do you want to come?”

“If you want me there, I’ll be there.”

“Great. I’ll let them know.” I type out a reply to Olivia to let her know to expect us. When I’m done, I toss my phone back into my bag and turn toward Van. His expression is half excitement and half lust. I tilt my head to the side. “What’s that look for?”

Van wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me to him. “We still have some frosting left, and I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”

FIFTEEN

YOU’RE ONE OF US

Van

I’m sweating bullets and I shouldn’t be. She invited me out to the bar to meet her friends for drinks, but fuck. Why does this feel like more than just meeting her friends for drinks? Probably because I’m falling hard for this girl. Whenever I’m near her, it’s like all my problems disappear. She genuinely makes me happy, and I haven’t been happy for a long time.

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