Have Your Cake (10 page)

She didn’t have time to answer. Her flip flop had given way. She was a goner. The tackle box hit the grass, popped open, spilling hooks and lures across the lawn. She landed on something hard.

She was huffing through her body’s fight or flight mode, then realized what held her was not cold earth, but a hot, hard…
oh my go
d
.
She took a sharp inhale.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” She felt faint. Asher’s voice came on a hushed whisper. “That would have been a nasty fall. You’re not going to hyperventilate on me, are you?”

He’d asked her a question. She should answer. Her brain was firing signals but her body’s only response was to melt into his hard body wrapped around her waist. Her ass, settled on his thigh, sent waves of stimulation to her legs. He must have moved lightning fast or was closer to her than she thought. He was on one knee and still held the rod and bucket in his left hand.

“Are you gonna make it? Is your ankle okay?” he asked.

More questions. She inhaled.
Gotta say something
.

She cuddled into him. A moan left her throat. “I’m fine. Sorry. Just surprised.”

His voice was closer to her ear, wrapping her lobe in sensuous torture. “Maybe this would work better if you wore nothing at all.”

The mental picture invaded her thoughts. She trembled against him. He placed his lips to her neck, causing a vulnerable coo to erupt from the depths of her yearning.

“I meant the shoes, Love. But, I can go for that too, right now, if you’re offering.”

A
sher was a fool to say it. He’d be an idiot not to. Hell, he’d flirted with her for days and didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold out before he just took her. The gravity of desire pulsing from Cyana was going to drive him insane faster than managing any major home remodel. Her presence made his cock stand like a begging pooch.

He’d managed to get under her body to catch her, cradling her when he came down on one knee. He should be focused on making sure she didn’t crash too hard on his leg and hurt herself, but his dick was giving him agony over the catch. It pulsed in its thickening state with her sweet ass on his leg and his hand under her shirt.

He would never dream of being this bold with such a shy woman before, but Cyana made him want to grab her afro and drag her into the house, never to see the light of day, until he had thorough use of her. He wanted to hide her away so no one else could witness the beauty he’d found. The thought made him feel like a coarse Neanderthal.

She softened into his hold. He slid his tongue up her neck to her lobe. The gentle moan she released sounded more like a mortar going off on the Fourth of July. She righted herself to face him. He hadn’t fully wrapped his head around what he’d done. Cyana’s lips met his. He dropped everything not consisting of her body, lifting her with a lustful groan, palming the meat of her as
s
.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, tongue searching in a slow circle in his mouth. The silken texture of her lips drew him deeper into the lust she’d tapped. His ears heated, skin burned to be graced with her strokes while his cock painfully jockeyed for freedom.

He had her on the grass in an array of graceful moves he didn’t know he was capable of outside the dojo. His hands worked at the pace of a man frantically trying to dig up a lost treasure.

My treasure. My Cyana.

Somewhere in his mind, he thanked the powers-that-be for zippers as he tugged the metal tab of Cyana’s hoodie to reveal the splendor of his prize.

He paused to admire satin and lace clad breasts, held firmly by a sexy push-up bra. The salmon color against her skin made her appear like an exotic chocolate treat. He groaned. Her sights gleamed with lust, burning to the core of his being.

He stroked her side and belly, hooking the elastic of her cotton shorts. He yanked them from her hips, just low enough to dip his thumb in her honey pot. Her back arched and lower lip caught between her teeth before her lids squeezed shut. The heat saturating his thumb traveled his arm before the sensation shorted every logic cell of his brain.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, fisting the wet shorts and yanking them off her. He gauged his boldness by catching her stare. His shy little baker didn’t protest.

The pressure built in his pants. He abandoned his task to adjust his cock closer to the direction it stretched. He lowered onto the grass, anxiously dipping a finger deeper inside her.
Slick.
Tight.Damn ho
t.
He doubted his ability to last in an environment as saturated and heated as her core.

He kept his sight trained on her face to search for any sign he might have gone too far. Cyana’s lips opened and lids drifted close with each upward stroke of her clit. A pant worked from her chest as she arched, making her full breasts strain against their restraints. Her nipples forced themselves upward as if they wanted to tear through the fabric. She opened her stare to his, rolled her hips with a gentle “yes”.

The response spread a deep ache in his cock which traveled to his balls and thighs. He stifled a curse; drew another line against the slick pearl in her folds. Cyana vibrated, making her breasts jiggle. He cursed, close to being a goner in his shorts. Hopefully, she wouldn’t kill him if he popped too soon and give him a second chance at redemption.

With sure hands, he flicked open the front clasps of her bra, freeing the coffee tips of her breasts. He had to loosen his shorts or his cock would get a permanent bend in it from demanding freedom. He undid his button and unzipped with a grunt of relief. His mouth watered for a taste of the bulbs calling to him.

He lowered over her; took a pebble in his teeth to flick the tip. The bite of her nails in the meat of his shoulders gave a welcomed pinch of pain to keep his full arousal at bay. He took the whole of her nipple in his mouth, applying pressure with his lips while tonguing its entirety.

Cyana moaned. Her hands shot to his beltline with eager grabs. It took moments to find what she was looking for. Her slender fingers wrapping his shaft drew a moan. She released him suddenly, shoved on his shoulders to buck him up.

He lifted his bulk. She fisted his t-shirt to draw it out of her line of sight. Her curiosity shot past his face to his cock. Her inhale was sharp. She ran a thumb over the thick mushroom head, near purple with a glistening drop of eagerness at its tip.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

His voice drew her sight to his. “Disappointed?” He didn’t hide the confidence of his grin.

Lust shimmered through her intent. “Now.” She licked her lips; opened her legs wider. “Please, Asher. I want it now.”

“If you insist,” he breathed. He tugged off the t-shirt and yanked the shorts halfway down his legs. His cock sprung out and bobbed. With a glance, he surveyed the area meant for his exploration. Her pussy lips were as thick as he thought they might be. Two fine naked pillows of passion glistening with expectancy. One fat rain droplet splattered against her mounds and trickled into the cleft of her sweet spot. A shudder racked his spine. He did his best to conceal it.

“Asher,” she whispered.

He caught her gaze. The plea softened her features. Her curly hair spread over the grass like a halo. With keen awareness, he watched one of her hands enclose a breast and the other trail a thigh. “Aw, hell. When you put it like that, Love…” He licked his lips and inhaled the musk of her scent mingled with the pines, grass and rain. He lowered into her thighs.

She curled her fingers into his chest hair. “Do you have anything?”

Shit! Protection.
When he invited her along, he wasn’t thinking he’d get an opportunity to stuff her full of cock. If he stopped now, he might not get another chance with his shy little baker.

“I’ll pull out.” The words passed with ease.
What the hell am I thinking?

She nodded vigorously. “Okay.”

When the head of his cock made contact with the heat of her pussy, all thought blasted from his mind. He thrust into her. Her call into the woods matched the strength of the growl passing his throat. She seared her brand onto his flesh. Lightning flashed, the rain pelted with a sudden ferocity. The earth shook, confirming every emotion coursing his veins.

He paused once she engulfed his full length and huffed against the pleasure threatening his sanity. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. Her pussy twitched against his sensitive cock.

“Please, Asher,” she whispered below him.

“Hold on, Love.” He took a few breaths to saddle his control before unlocking his spine to move inside her. The delight she twisted in him confirmed the only truth in existence.
I belong here.

Flashes of tingling satisfaction mingled into the painful hardening of his cock. This place was more than beautiful. With a grunt, he gritted his teeth, inhaled a full breath and thrust at a pace which allowed him to hover in the sweet, tender mystery of Cyana.

“So good. So fucking good,” tumbled from his lips like a symphony of truth. He wanted to linger for as long as he could. Each pass through her drew on a call deep within for more. He shuddered against the pleasure, holding it at bay with his sight shut tightly to the world.

“Asher.” His name passing her lips sounded holy.

“Yes, Love. My darling,” he murmured against the wind.

“Harder Asher. Please.”

The words sounded like a naughty dream he didn’t want to wake from. He locked gazes with her lust. She seemed to heave on his soul. He steadied himself on his mount, none the wiser to the melding of their synchronization towards the edge. The rain beat cold against his back, adding a new sensation while he peered down at her. He desired a lingering observation, from her natural beauty swaying with his thrusts against the grass, to her full chocolate breasts waving in their motion, down to the tight middle marked with lighter lines against her skin. He lifted higher to view the stem of his pale cock disappearing into her flesh before bringing them solidly together for the deepest thrust.
Intoxicating.
He groaned loudly with the thought.

The rain drops rolled from his back, gathering in the midline of his body before dripping down onto her. They ran over the unusual marks on her abs to pool in her bellybutton.
Beautiful.
He rose higher to view her. The dark glimmer of lust and satisfaction gathered like a storm cloud in her gaze. He gave an intense plunge.

They both fell apart with matching cries. Her stare dragged him with her along the dangerous slopes of utopia. He probed in a paced aggression. Passion flashed in her eyes before her nails bit into his waist. Her lids shut. She coiled below him. The violence of her orgasm ripped through his being, laughed at his attempt to draw his cock free. Instinct to the intensity only drove him deeper, locked his hips to hers. She pulsed, grasped, twitched. He wanted to fuse with her, thrust so far into her womb he couldn’t escape. His desire danced in an array of lights behind his lids. Cyana was his. There was no way he would allow her to leave.
              Reality set in through the fog of peace. He’d exploded into the furthest depths of her. “I’m sorry.” His breaths passed ragged. “I didn’t pull out.”

C
yana peered up at Asher. A tug sprouted in her chest. The sight of his well satisfied gape warmed her against the rain. His body radiated with comfort. His sights sparkled with an open acceptance and peace, making her marvel at its faultlessness. He was perfect. She relaxed under him, not wanting to ruin the beauty of their union.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she whispered the words. She inwardly hoped the few days laps wouldn’t matter, but scolded her loss of control.

“I don’t do this often,” he murmured.

She giggled. “I don’t either.”

“You’re so beautiful; so god damned good. I couldn’t help myself.”

He still hadn’t removed his cock. She caressed his cheek. “Maybe you can have another shot.”

He hummed low in his chest, coming closer to her ear and started to withdraw leisurely. “Don’t say something you don’t mean.”

She smiled. A cool breeze whipped between them.

“Let me make you lunch. It’s not fair to use all your energy and not replace it.” On cue the mention of food made her stomach growl. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He yanked up his shorts and tucked away the delicious flesh she knew she’d want again. She focused on taming the loose breasts into her bra. He helped her panties and shorts over her feet, sliding them onto her hips one at a time with far more care than he demonstrated when he ripped them free. His palm stroked the length of her legs. He moaned. The hunger flashed in his stare before he kissed her knee.

She was tugging the zipper of her hoodie closed and noticed his scrutiny. He had been watching her intensely while she leisurely covered up. He flashed a half-smile which tugged on the strings of her desire; then reached out his hand to help her up.

She came to her feet, brushing at the bits of grass and sand stuck to her clothes before realizing he was still staring at her. Self consciousness set in. She must have looked like a hot mess. The lake would have soaked her curly hair and made it swell and shrink into a tight afro puff. There was no telling how many sticks and twigs it would have weaved into its unique form. She reached for her hair, tapping against it to ensure nature hadn’t invaded it too severely.

Asher stepped closer. His warmth arrested her movement. His hands went to her head and fingers weaved into the thick cotton of her fro. He tugged her flush against him and claimed her lips in a lingering kiss. The depth of care in his actions tugged on emotions like something she once mistook for love. She relaxed, allowing her thoughts to focus only on Asher, just this moment of serenity. She filled her nostrils with the spicy scent of him mingled with pine. The birds chirped in the distance. The rain diminished. The thunder rumbled far away.

S
o stupid.
Asher delivered a palm strike to the tiles in the shower. He hoped Cyana made it downstairs from the master bedroom in time not to catch his tantrum.
Selfish.
He raked his fingers through his over grown hair. What had Cyana done to him?

He was insane.

He let out a growl. He had to be insane for consenting to unprotected sex with a woman he had only known for days. He closed his lids and tilted his head back in the heated stream.
The timing was perfect.
The reasoning was weak, but the truth of it softened the tension in his shoulders and lowered his head. Cyana felt so right he didn’t want to give up the moment with her.
Thank god she’s on the pill. At least that part is covered.