Page 35 of Strawberry Cake

That was it. Decan came on a roar, his cock jerking and spilling inside of her. Hot bursts of cum filled her up, sating a hunger she hadn’t known she had. She intensified the pressure on her clit, riding Decan through his orgasm until hers surged through her body. Panting, she let her head rest on his shoulder and dove into her climax with muffled moans.

“You did so well,” she hummed, running her fingers over his sides. “You made me feel so good.”

“I made you feel good?” He laughed, breathlessly. “I thinkyou sucked my brain out through my cock.”

She chuckled, wanting nothing more than to curl up next to him and fall asleep. As if he could read her mind, he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“You’re thinking of leaving me, aren’t you?”

“Only for tonight so I can get home and into bed. I need to get to work again tomorrow.”

Defeated, Decan sighed and kissed her hair. “I know.”

Though she didn’t want to, Hope got dressed and watched as Decan’s gorgeous body and tattoos disappeared behind his own clothes. She said goodbye to Mr. Grumps—who had moved from the couch to an armchair out of view during their escapade—and then let Decan walk her back to her car.

Decan

Before heading to bed, Decan picked up Mr. Grumps and reminded him again where he could find his litterbox, surprised to see he’d already used it. As he changed, he sat the grumpy old man on the bed, only to find him curled up on a pillow when he re-entered the room. It made him happy to see the cat already feeling at home. He laid in bed and pulled out his phone to see a message from Hope.

Home safely and curling up in bed now.

Me and Mr. Grumps are doing the same. He claimed one of the pillows for himself.

Awww!

Hope?

Decan?

Would I be your first?

I’ve done anal before, but never been on the giving end.

Okay.

You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.

I know. I trust you and feel safe with you.

I do too.

Sleep tight, little thief.

You too, baby.

His heart fluttered. No woman had ever called him that before. Though exhaustion swept over him, he pulled up a browser on his phone and typed in anal play. He’d done it before, but they were both young and inexperienced so it hadn’t gone well.

From what he read, lubrication and patience were the most important things to keep in mind. After reading, he went straight to ordering the highest-rated lube he could find—along with a few other things. Somehow, the forbidden nature of it all excited him. Some of the blogs he read said that it could be an amazing experience. It also struck Decan that it only took Hope mentioning it once for him to be desperate to try it as soon as they could.

The next few days flew by. He buried himself in a cycle of work and the gym. Hope was busy, but never too busy to call and check in on him. There was always a good morning message, and a text at night before they both fell asleep.

Thursday, he’d hardly heard anything from her other than her usual morning text and plans to see Laura. Just when he was getting ready for bed, his phone rang.

“Hi little thief.”

“Hi baby.” There was a giggle in the background, and Hope shushed the person. “Sorry. That would be Laura not minding her own business again.”

“I think that’s just a quality of a best friend.”