I tugged away. “Yes, I know Cyrus. You regret this. Next time you ask me to suck your dick I won’t.”
In an instant I was off my feet and he’d set me on the table. “One more time, Petal. I’m going to make you come one more time.” His hands slid up my thighs and under my dress.
“Don’t do me any favors.” I hated that he was doing this. He wanted to preserve our friendship, but the longer he toyed with me like this, the harder it would be.
His hands cradled my face. “I can’t stop wanting you.”
My heart cartwheeled in my chest. I wanted to ask him why he kept fighting himself, but I knew why. We were friends. April had suggested it would be a problem if something went wrong for Cyrus and me, and I didn’t want to cause trouble for him and Jude and April.
“I’m right here, Cyrus.”
He kissed me then, hard, like he’d been starving for my taste. Or maybe that was me because I gripped his shirt and held him to me, wanting to hold him there and never stop.
His hands left my face and were a flurry as he removed my apron and unzipped my dress. He yanked it with my bra down and then reached for the frosting bowl.
My entire body went flaming hot at the idea of what he’d do with the frosting.
He rubbed some on my sensitive nipples making me moan.
“You don’t need frosting, Petal,” he said. “You’re so sweet. Too sweet. But fuck do I need sweet.” Then his lips sucked one nipple, hard, and I cried out holding his head to me as he suckled and licked. Then he gave attention to the other nipple and I was a whimpering mess. My hips rocked with the need to be touched. My pussy was jealous.
He pushed the skirt of my dress up and pulled my panties down. “You’re so wet. I love how wet you get.”
“Touch me.” As much as I liked hearing what he had to say, what I really needed was for him to follow through and eat me until I screamed.
He pushed me back slightly on the table and put my legs over his shoulders. He made an mmm sound and then his mouth was on me.
“Yes!” I gripped his head, holding it to my pussy as he devoured me with lips and tongue. I writhed as he sucked my clit while pressing his finger inside me. “Cyrus.”
“Do you need to come?” he asked, while his finger fucked me.
“Yes. God please…”
“Not God, Petal. Cyrus. Get the name right.”
Jerk. “Cyrus, make me come…please.”
“Hold on, Petal.” He added a second finger tilting it up until it hit that one perfect spot while he sucked hard on my clit.
Stars burst behind my eyes. My hips shot off the table. “Cyrus!”
Pleasure crashed through me like a tsunami. I bucked and writhed as he continued his onslaught. One orgasm seemed to run into another. On and on he continued.
When he finished, I couldn’t do anything but lay there. He gently pulled me to the edge of the table and scooped me up until I was sitting.
He held me and kissed the top of my head. I half expected him to say something like, “Now we're even.”
But he simply held me. I found the strength to wrap my arms around him. “You’re really good at that.”
He let out one bark of a laugh that was followed with a full chest heaving laugh.
I looked up at him and he wiped his eyes of laughing tears. “You always surprise me, Petal.”
I wasn’t sure if that was good. Was he making fun of me?
As if he knew my concern, his hands cradled my face. “You’re amazing.” He leaned forward resting his forehead against mine. “Petal.”
I couldn’t decide if his saying my name had the “oops I did it again” tone or one that was resigned to this chemistry between us.