You Can Have Your Cake and Eat it Too.

by Tresca




She checked her watch and then snapped her cell phone shut when still there were no new messages and sighed. Typical. The one night she'd tied him down to spend some time with her alone, he was late. She knew she shouldn't be so hard on him, he'd been busier of late than he was when he was on tour. If that was even possible.

But tonight was different, it was her birthday. She'd not wanted that much fuss, just a quiet dinner at their favourite waterside restaurant with a nice bottle of wine and his phone turned off. Too much to ask? Apparently so.

She picked at the bread resting in the basket on the table and let out a disappointed huff. Life with Jon had been wonderful, she couldn't complain he treated her like a princess most of the time and the only thing she was ever left wanting for was him. But she'd learnt to share. Jon was a busy and popular man, and for that she loved him.

She lightly rubbed the rim of her glass and looked up when the waiter towered over her balancing a bright red cocktail in a martini glass on his tray. "For you ma'm"

She raised her eyebrow as he settled it in front of her. "It is? What is it? And who is it from?" she scanned the bar to see if any sleazy looking men were perched there, but it was empty.

"It's an apology, you are to drink it and then a car is outside to take you home."

She rolled her eyes. Typical, he's been held up and can't make it. "Right, thank you." She picked up the drink and tasted the fruity flavour. She'd go home, she'd stew and then he'd come home like he always did with those damn big blue eyes and the small crinkles at the corner of his eyes and mouth would make her give in. Every. Single. Time.

She finished the drink and grabbed her purse making her way outside, tugging the collar of her woollen coat she stood in the parking lot and looked around confused. There was no car here? What the hell? She flipped open her phone and scrolled for his number jamming her thumb down on send. She jumped when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind and a nose nuzzled into her neck.

"What's a gorgeous woman doing out here all alone? Don't you know it's dangerous?" his mouth vibrated against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers across her skin.

His fingers found their way inside her coat and inched upwards teasing the soft under curve of her breast, "anyone could come and take advantage of you like this."

She closed her eyes and swallowed. The smell of spice and leather washing over her. "Well my boyfriend should have thought about that before standing me up," she hissed as he kissed from her ear down the line of her jaw.

"Tell me about this man, and why he'd even consider leaving you alone when you're wearing something like this." He teased his fingers across the low v-neck of her chiffon dress dropping his thumb to brush over her nipple, chuckling darkly when it hardened under the pad of his thumb.

She bit down on her lip, good fuck. She hated that he had the power to make her go from pissed to deliciously giddy in a moment. She hitched her breath when he continued to rub his thumb over her peak. "He's—very busy."

"Too busy for this?" he swept his hand lower inching up her inner thigh against her soft skin. "I find that hard to believe." His fingers hitched under the material as he slowly walked with his fingers till he collided with lace that'd barely cover a finger let alone her heat. It drove him crazy the small pieces she wore, it had was fucking hotter than not wearing any at all. It taunted him.

"Jesus—Jon" she dug her heel into the gravel as one finger traced the centre line of her.

"Are you angry at him?" he tugged the material down over her breast to find more lace. He'd bet that it match the one his other finger teasing. They always did.

She nodded, "yes," she inhaled sharply as his finger slid inside her. "And no."

"If I was him, I would be thinking of a way to make it up to you. Since it is your birthday and all." He pushed the lace away from her breast so he could roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Her knees were buckling under his touch, she wasn't sure how much more of the teasing she could take in the parking lot, of all places.

"He did promise me cake, "she whispered.

Jon murmured into her neck as he sipped from her. "Mmm hmmm." Nipping lightly down to her shoulder, he pushed aside her coat with his nose. He stifled a groan at the fruity scent of her.

"And I never go back on my word Steph. Never." His finger rubbing against her tight clit in time with his thumb on her nipple punched out the orgasm, surprising her. She felt his hands retract and his body move away from her letting the cool night air wrap around her as she settled.

"Jon, good-"she turned stopping in her tracks. There was no one standing behind her. Just the dimly lit deserted pathway back to the restaurant.

"Jon?" she wrapped her coat around her tighter to cover herself up. What the hell?
"Jon?" she asked again, annoyed. God it was him that was just here? Wasn't it?

She turned around as two headlights beamed up the driveway and the black car crawled to a stop in front of her. "M'am?" the driver lifted himself out of the car and opened the back door for her. "I've been instructed to take you home."

"You have?" she was confused as hell. Where was he? And he just left her after that? She couldn't decide if she was angry or turned on. She muttered and climbed into the empty backseat just as she settled her phone beeped.

She flipped open the screen.

Strawberry or Chocolate?

She arched her brow as she crossed her legs when the car began to move. What was he going to do? Buy her a cake now? Or course he was. He'd of forgotten to ask his assistant to pick one up obviously. The afterglow of her orgasm deflated.

Either. Whatever is easiest.

No point getting excited over some cake that probably been sitting there all day.

Her phone beeped again.

Both.

Both? Now she had two cakes she didn't really want? What the hell was he playing at? She snapped her phone shut and slipped it back into her purse deciding to stew the entire way home.

Once there, she let herself into the apartment expecting to see Jon with a bakery bag and plates but it wasn't that at all. The apartment was dark apart from a trail of light from tea light candles that were dotted along the floor in a path leading to their bedroom. What the hell? The question she kept asking herself tonight.

She dumped her purse and coat on the couch and followed the trail of flickers to their bedroom which was aglow with at least twenty candles. The scent of butter cream on the air hit her as her eyes searched for him in the empty room. Where was he now? The frustration twisting in her gut was quickly being quashed with a flutter of excitement. One thing Jon did do well, and always had. Was kept her on her toes.

She jolted when hands cupped her hips from behind. "You gotta stop doing that to me," she groaned as his mouth descended down her jaw line.

"I like seeing you squirm Stephanie." He pressed into her, the hard lump of his cock digging into the small of her back.

"Now, I need to make your cake." He tugged the zipper at her back and pushed the dress off her body letting it pool to the floor.

She couldn't fight the laughter that came from her. Make it? "Make the cake? You're kidding me right?" She closed her eyes as his hands ran down her arms. He couldn't cook to save himself.

"Oh I can make cakes. Especially birthday cakes for you my love. Believe me." He popped the clasp of her bra open and let it tumble to the floor along with the dress. He pushed her forward to the bed and turned her around, meeting her eyes for the first time that night.

"Lie down." He pressed his lips against hers and plunged deep into her mouth as she tipped backwards onto the bed. He linked his hands in hers and held them above her head on the pillow. "Do not move your hands, or I'll stop."

"Stop what?" she murmured forgetting anything but his lips on hers.

"My creating." He pulled back and reached over to the bedside table. Her eyes widened at the small jar.

"Best part of a cake is the icing baby, everyone knows that… people always pick it off and leave the cake behind. But not this cake, "he winked as he dipped the brush into the pot and then ran it down his tongue. "Mmm Chocolate." He guided the brush right down the centre of her body.

She sucked in her breath as his tongue followed close behind lapping up the gooey chocolate. "Jon, oh god." She squirmed under him and reached out but he pulled away.

"What did I just tell you?" his eyebrow arched as the delicious grin spread across his face. The one that never boded well for her in the past.

She returned her hands to above her head and nodded. Jesus Christ, he was going to kill her. He scooped the brush back in and grinned as he ran the tip across the high arch of her breast, flicking it over the nipple.

Her toes curled as the sensation was followed by his hot hungry mouth licking and sucking till he found her peak. Her cries just made him suck harder as she fought everything in her body not to rake her hands into his hair.

He changed breasts using long strokes to ensure no skin around the pink petal tips was untouched. When she groaned he chuckled. "Can't miss a spot, you know me. Perfectionist."

"More like Sadistic." She gritted her teeth. Her skin was begging for his mouth to again lick off that off.

He stopped and held the brush up in the air, "what was that?"

"Please…." Was all she could muster.

He reached up and pressed his lips lightly against hers. "You beg so pretty too."

He hadn't meant to be late, and hated himself for it. As no matter what, family came first was always his motto and he stuck to that.

The taste of her skin and rich sweet chocolate sauce made his cock twitch, he didn't have much patience when it came to Stephanie. She always snapped something in him that made him want to bury himself deep inside her in seconds.

He tugged the sweet covered tip in his mouth knowing that her body was fighting to stay still. "You taste good baby."

She was screaming on the inside to move, to reciprocate to let him drill her into oblivion not the torturous licking on her skin that was driving her crazy. Her fingers curled around the bed head as she arched further into his mouth.

He lifted his head and the wicked smile that left his lips made her eyes widen. He reached out putting the chocolate back onto the table and grabbed for another silver bottle.

"Strawberry," he grinned proudly.

He shifted down the bed and nudged her thighs open with his elbows. "My sweet girl," he whispered as he kissed up her inner thigh.

Oh god, oh god. The anticipation of him hovering around her was tightening her already aching nipples. He took a long dip into the pot and then slathered the brush head along her thigh stopping inches away from her heat.

Slow methodical licks circled her tender skin as she gasped. Her head tipped back as the pillows meshed around her head. Each stroke was like a brush of fire against her skin that had her craving for more.

He stopped and looking up, the crack of blue eyes visible over the candlelight. "Happy birthday baby…" he smirked before he tilted the pot letting the strawberry goo trickle into her slick folds.

Nose diving in, he took long strokes while he pushed his knuckle into her tight knot. Her hips grinded against him urging him for more. "Harder."

She forgot about the rules as her hands gripped his hairs, digging her fingers into his scalp. Her legs wound around his neck as he continued to suck on her driving her into the pit of insanity. The second orgasm exploded before her eyes in white stars as she lost the will to hold on any longer.

Nothing tasted sweeter than her, he drank her juices mixed in with the creamy taste of strawberries. He crawled back up her pressing his body against hers teasing his lips against hers.

"Holy shit," she panted. He smoothed back her hair gliding the pad of his thumb across her cheek.

The prominent denim pushed into her thigh as he grinned. "I haven't finished yet."

She lifted her hands and inched up through his hair and kissed him back. It was these moments that made everything else melt away between them. They connected, like no one else before.

He felt her hands at his jeans, threading the belt and letting it thunk to the floor. He slid out of his jean easily as he did inside her. Seating himself deep he lifted under her shoulders as he rocked his hips.

Locking her lips to his, she tasted every corner of his mouth. Tasting a blend of the heady taste of herself and strawberry and chocolate. Teasing the cinnamon hairs on the nape of his neck she smoothed across his shoulders as he took.

He could feel her rising, her body starting to quiver underneath him. "Don't fight it baby, let it go." His cock throbbed inside her as he drilled deeper.

Her nails dug into skin and his name like a benediction fell from her lips. He didn't stop, he kept pushing her past the first threshold and rocketing through the next. Her body ready to give way under his.

"Damn," he muttered as he came and came hard inside her.

The only sound between them was their strangled breaths as he curled himself around her.

"Good grief," she mumbled sleepily into his shoulder. "I think you missed your calling as a cake decorator."

He snorted into her hair as he held her close, feeling her body settle into his as it always did after a heavy bout of love making. "Told you I could make a cake."

Indeed that he could.