Jack Griggs
“Look, just go out and have a few drinks. I’ll go back to the house and Facetime my mom.”
Carly had made an extra effort to keep in touch with home. The one time she made the call from my place, her mom started quizzing her about where she was. I could see the pressure was getting to her, so when Carly did her little trips back to her house, she made the calls then.
“But Pete is such a loser,” I whined.
Carly snorted and burst out laughing. “Baby, you sound like a fifteen-year-old. I’m not asking you to do your math homework or grounding you. I’m suggesting you go out and have a few beers with your colleagues. He can’t help having a significant birthday and no real friends.”
I watched as she carried on getting ready to leave. I made this fake mewling sound while she was tying up the laces on her Vans, causing her to look back at me.
“Don’t want to. And he has no friends because he’s a weirdo.” I continued to pout. I was seriously considering keeping it going until she caved.
“You’re ridiculous. I’ll accidentally swing by the bar and you can walk me home, okay?”
The sparkle in her eye was beautiful. “Will you make it up to me? It’s not going to be a pleasant evening for me. The guy is a sexual freak. His stories may damage my libido. I’d have the most beautiful girl and be impotent. Then where would you be?”
Carly zipped up her hoodie before leaning over to kiss me. “Oh, diddums, I’d use that new vibrator you bought for me until you got over your mental block. And if I was really desperate, I’d subscribe to an online porn channel.”
“Not fair! And now you’re sending me out with him with a hard on.” I continued whinging. I could sense I was losing this battle. “You’re actually going to make me go out and spend time with Pineapple Pete?”
She had her backpack on, but I could tell her interest was piqued. “I’m not biting. Enjoy your night.”
“Oh, come on!” Carly was actually going to make me go out with them. “He has a birthday sex treat. His wife buys him a tin of pineapple rings and then enjoys eating them off his dick. You don’t want me to spend time with a guy like that. I could get all kinds of ideas.”
She leant down to kiss me goodbye. “Nasty. Glad I’m not an English major. That visual would kill my study jam.” Carly pecked my lips, preparing to run. She knew I’d make a grab for her. “Have fun.” She smiled and walked out. Just before she got to the door, she shouted, “I’m not a fan of pineapple, but I love chocolate covered donuts.”
That did it.
I chased after her and when I stuck my head out of the front door, I saw her waving cheekily as she disappeared into the elevator. I would have gone after her, but I was only wearing a bathrobe. The mention of her, me and chocolate donuts had already had an effect and the bathrobe wasn’t constructed to hide that level of excitement.
* * *
The evening wasn’t too bad. There was a small group of us and I managed to stay away from Pete. A quick pat on the back to let him know I was there and to wish him happy birthday was enough. His obsession with mixing sex and food was bordering on unhealthy. Eating ice cream off your woman—definitely. Eating asparagus protruding from her vagina—not so much. Who the fuck looks at asparagus and thinks, I know, I’ll eat that from my wife’s cunt? Pineapple Pete, that’s who.
I circulated amongst the group. A lot of them were a bit stand-offish to start with. Only after I inserted myself into their conversations did they seem to be more inclusive. Tutors and professors were tetchy fuckers and the more I saw of this, the more certain I was that this wasn’t for me. When I was finally bored of the conversation, I grabbed a stool and went and sat with Lila.
“If I have to hear one more story about what he’s shoved where on the woman who is mad enough to be his wife, I will vomit.”
Lila uncapped a bottle of beer and handed it to me. “We’ve missed you around here. You been away? You have that vacation happy glazed look about you.”
“No. Just been busy.”
“It must be a woman then. No man looks like you do unless he’s getting it regular. Unless you’re Pete and you’re looking forward to catching some boiled eggs later.”
The look of disgust on her face made me snort and swallow at the same time, causing a mouthful of beer to come out of my nose. “Enough.” I coughed and then started to laugh.
Lila leaned over the bar to me. “I mean it. I haven’t seen you like this. Not even when we were… you know. Whatever Sansa Stark is doing to you, it looks good on you.”
I hadn’t seen Lila since the night of the body paint party and she was dropping hints then. “It’s not—”
She interrupted me. “Hey, you don’t need to lie to me. The secret is safe with me. I guess it could cause you some problems at work.”
“And home. Her mom is my best friend, remember?”
This time, Lila was the one spewing beer awkwardly from the bottle. “Ouch yeah, drama all round then.” I watched as she wandered off to get a tray of shots together for Pete and the others before returning to talk to me. “She’s nearly finished, hasn’t she? What then?”
“We go home and face the music. Whatever her future is, though, I intend to be in it.”
Carly had text to tell me she was leaving the house and on her way back to ours. I’d been there longer than I wanted considering I didn’t want to be there at all, so I slouched away after leaving enough to cover part of the bar tab. Like always, I met her around the corner from mine and we walked back together.
Every step that took me closer to her felt right. I’d noticed lately that she was referring to my apartment as ours, and I fucking loved it. I loved it even more that she hadn’t noticed she was doing it.
It was dark and late, but still, I never held her hand in public. I couldn’t wait to do that. It would be amazing to have her on my arm for everyone to see. The hardest times were those when I wanted to claim her as mine and couldn’t.
“How was the call with your mom?”
“Didn’t get to speak to her. She was on shift at the home, so I spoke to my dad. All is good at home. Although, they suspect I am hiding something.”
I suspected she was, too. Carly had that look on her face that I’d come to love. “What have you done?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Griggs.”
Well that just about confirmed it. She never went down the formal route unless she was feeling playful. “Now I know you’re lying. Do I have to tease it out of you?”
“All in good time.” She smiled, genuinely excited. “But no touching me until we get back inside. You’ll break me and you’ll spoil your surprise.”
When we finally climbed inside the elevator, I went to start the fun. “I said no touching. Jack!” As I stepped closer to her, I figured out what she’d done. I could smell the sugary, doughy scent coming from her backpack.
The little minx.
I was already hardening from the anticipation and the way she was licking her lips, and I could see she was, too.
As soon as we were inside the apartment, I made a grab for her and wasn’t surprised when she stopped me. “You’ve got two minutes to get naked and get on the couch. Then you can have your treat.” My mouth was watering and my feet responded in double quick time. “Someone’s keen.” She laughed as I heard her open the closet door and kick her Vans inside.
As I was unzipping my pants, she was unzipping her back pack and the smell of what had better be donuts hit my nose. My dick was dribbling already. Lying back on the sofa with a lot of excitement and a fucking big smile on my face, I knew she was getting closer. When she appeared completely naked in front of me, holding a Krispy Kreme box and waggling her eyebrows up and down, I nearly came all over the place. Carly wandered towards me and popped the lid open before taking out a chocolate covered doughnut and taking a big bite. “Mmm. I don’t think there is any way to make these taste better.”
Fucking hell, she was trying to kill me with food porn. “Carly,” I warned. “I know a fucking way.”
“How many of these do you think we can fit on you?”
“Baby, you’re killing me. Get down here and find out.”
Her cool, teasing attitude didn’t last much longer. The green light was all my girl needed to rush forward and drop to her knees. She already had some excess chocolate on her lips, so I leaned up and licked it off. “The chocolate tastes amazing off you. So if I’m not wearing a doughnut cock ring in about two seconds, we’ll be trying to see how your tits look poked through the holes.”
Carly set to work and bizarrely, it was hilarious and erotic all at the same time. I watched as she reached for a doughnut and carefully poked it on top of my now very hard dick. The sensation of chocolate frosting and sugar scraping down me was unusual but all that was forgotten when I realized the donuts were still warm and heavy. After she’d placed four donuts on me, I thought I was going to explode. When she reached for a fifth, I knew I was done for. The head of my dick was so swollen that it would have just been too much. I’d let her have enough control, and now it was my turn. Unclenching my fists, I grabbed her hair in a pile.
“Eat.” I ground the word out and forced her head forward, watching her tentatively take a bite from the side and come dangerously close to chomping on skin. “Fucking hell, Carly, watch your teeth. Maybe this a bad idea.”
She looked up at me and smiled, her mouth and nose covered in chocolate.
“One more bite,” I decided and watched as she frowned at me in disappointment.
“I’m going to regret this,” I mumbled. “You can eat one doughnut, but don’t bite my pecker. You give fucking great head and I’d hate to have to withdraw that option as punishment.”
Carly looked pleased, like a good girl who had been given a treat. With gusto and enthusiasm, she tugged forward, reminding me I still had her hair clasped in my fist. I could have let go, but as a member of the male race, when teeth are anywhere close to your cock, you need a safety option. Being able to pull her off me quickly was mine. She took the first bite quickly, just to scare me, and then ate slowly, watching me as I tried to calm my panicky breath down. She fucking knew what she was doing.
After the second bite, she licked the chocolate from where she’d exposed my dick in an effort to up the teasing ante.
After the third bite, there was just a quarter of the doughnut left and it was only being held on by the other donuts it was stacked against.
As I encouraged Carly to go in for the last bite of probably the weirdest, most sensual experience of my life, I heard the front door of my apartment slam shut.
And that was how my brother found us.
Me on my back with chocolate donuts on my dick.
Carly, naked and on her knees, with her face covered in chocolate frosting and chewing a mouthful of dough.