CHAPTER TEN | CASSIDY
“On this tray we have a selection of our most popular cake flavors,” the baker said proudly as he placed a silver tray loaded with bite-sized squares of cake onto the red gingham tablecloth in front of us.
“And on this tray,” he presented a second silver tray -- this one carrying a dozen silver spoons, each loaded with a plump dollop of frosting -- “We have an assortment of frosting flavors.”
“I recommend sampling the cake and frosting together, to find your favorite pairing,” he concluded, beaming down at us.
“They all look amazing!” I gushed as my eyes roamed over the massive assortment of samples. “I’m not sure how we’ll choose!”
“Take all the time you need,” the baker smiled reassuringly. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, if you need anything. Bon Appetit!”
I glanced over at Brady. The two of us were sat around a small round table in the front lobby of Takes the Cake, a local cake shop that -- according to my mom -- was the go-to wedding cake destination for Hartford brides. At least that’s how she sold it, when she informed me that she had booked an appointment for Brady and me to taste-test wedding cakes.
“I wasn’t kidding,” I whispered to Brady, after the baker had disappeared through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. “I have no idea how we’re going choose!”
“Relax, Ladybug,” Brady nudged my shoulder with his as he reached for a fork. “This is the fun part! You just have to find one that you like.”
“But there are so many! How are we going to narrow it down to just one?” I moaned as I reached for my own fork. Then I added, jokingly: “And how am I supposed to eat this much cake without making myself sick?”
“You don’t need to try them all,” Brady smiled at me, and his eyes twinkled meaningfully.
“Oh really?” I asked skeptically. “But how will I know which one I like best, if I don’t try them all?”
“When you find the right one, you just know,” Brady said. “You’ll take one bite, and you’ll realize that you don’t give a shit how anything else in the world tastes… because you know nothing can compare to what you have right in front of you.”
I swallowed heavily. My heart thumped in my chest.
“Are we still talking about cake?” I asked.
He just smiled mysteriously. Then he stabbed his fork into a cube of spongy white cake and raised it to my lips. I bit off of a small piece, but my mind was too preoccupied with Brady to focus on the taste as I chewed.
“That one’s called ‘lovely lemon,’” he said, reading the flavor name from the label on the tray. “What do you think?”
I think I don’t give a shit about cake right now. I think there’s something else I want to taste, and it’s not on this table…
“You forgot the frosting,” I said instead.
“Of course,” Brady smiled, reaching for one of the silver spoons. Instead of spreading the dollop onto the remaining cube of cake, he swirled his finger around in the frosting. Then his eyes flashed onto mine, as if he was giving me a dare…
My heart beat doubled in my chest and my pussy clenched. There were several parts of Brady that I wanted to taste, but his finger would have to do for now…
I leaned forward and caught the frosting on the tip of my tongue. The tangy lemon flavor tickled my taste buds as I licked away the sticky residue left behind. I ran my tongue along the underside of his knuckle, demonstrating the way I wanted to lick the underside of his massive cock.
He inhaled sharply as he watched me take his finger between my lips, and he pressed down on the back of my tongue. I kept my lips clamped around his digit as I slid my mouth back up to his fingertip, then I released him.
A smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.
“Careful, Ladybug,” he warned me. “We might be in a public place… but that doesn’t mean I’ll be able to control myself if you keep tempting me like that.”
I smiled. My pussy was throbbing, desperate to feel him inside of me again. Sex with Brady was like a drug; after that first high, I was addicted. And that addiction made me do crazy, wild things… things that the old Cassidy Laurent would have dreamed of doing.
I kept my eyes locked on his as I reached for the silver frosting spoon. I started to raise the spoon towards my lips, but at the last second, I flinched my wrist, causing the remaining dollop of creamy lemon frosting to slip off the spoon and land with a plop on the breast of my pink cotton sundress, right over my hardened nipple…
Brady swallowed heavily, licking the coy smile off of his lips.
Then, in a deep, husky voice, he hissed a command: “Bathroom. Now.”
All of my blood rushed to my pounding pussy as I obeyed, making a beeline for the door of the unisex bathroom. Brady was right behind me, and he pushed me through the door and fastened the lock behind us.
He didn’t waste any time: he reached under my skirt and scooped up my bare ass in his hands, then he hoisted me onto the edge of the white porcelain pedestal sink.
Then he ducked down, clamping his mouth around the blob of frosting. His tongue made quick work of the mess that I had made, but he kept his mouth there, latching onto my erect nipple through the thin pink cotton fabric and sucking until I let out a soft whimper.
I could feel his cock swell between my legs, but when I reached for the front of his pants he stopped me.
“Patience,” he grinned as he held both of my wrists firmly in place on the edge of the porcelain sink.
“I need you inside of me,” I begged. “Now.”
“Wait your turn,” he grunted.
This was a side of Brady I had never seen before. I was used to him being soft-spoken, polite, sometimes even playful… but he had never given me direct orders or bossed me around like this before. I was surprised… and I was even more surprised by my body responded. The firmness in his voice just made me want -- no, need -- him inside of me even more.
He flicked the strap of my dress off of my shoulder and tugged down, peeling away the damp fabric and exposing my bare breast. My rosy pink nipple was already hard from Brady’s mouth, but being exposed to the cold air made my skin prickle together even tighter. My engorged bud burned for the warmth of his mouth, but he teased with me a sharp twist between his fingertips first. The stinging sensation made the relief of his hot tongue feel even sweeter, and I melted as his mouth clamped onto my soft flesh and sucked gently.
I made another reach for his pants, and this time he didn’t stop me. As I unzipped his fly, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.
I was caught off guard all over again by his size, and I felt the same tremor of apprehension as I wondered how the hell he was going to fit inside of me as I watched him unroll the condom over his massive length.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
A wave of heat tingled through my mound and I obeyed. I hopped down from the sink and turned around, so that I was facing the mirror with my back to Brady. He hiked up the skirt of my sundress and gripped onto the curves of my hips. Then he tugged backwards, forcing my ass into the air.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot your ass is?” he asked, palming my bare cheeks.
Then he slipped his hands under the waistband of my thong. Instead of pulling it down, he yanked upwards, causing the thin strip of fabric to dig deeper into my juicy wet slit. I felt the pressure all through my throbbing pussy, but I especially felt it on my clitoris. He yanked up again, and I moaned.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, gripping the sides of the sink to brace myself as the bolts of pleasure coursing through my body grew stronger.
Brady ripped off my thong with one swift downward tug. I watched his reflection in the mirror as he gripped his shaft and guided it towards my dripping slit.
This time he didn’t go slow; he filled me with one deep thrust. I gasped, gripping harder onto the sink.
His hand reached around my hip and his fingers found my clitoris, and he made tantalizing little circles as he thrust harder and harder.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as my body melted around his firm rod. I dug my teeth into the flesh of my finger, clenching down just as the orgasm erupted inside of me. I was overpowered by the blinding waves of bliss.
Brady pressed deep inside of me, and I felt his cock quiver inside of me as he grunted.
He pressed his lips into the back of my neck, planting a gentle kiss; a far cry from the urgency of his thrusts.
“Cassidy Laurent,” he whispered softly, keeping his lips pressed on my skin, “You’re the best damn cake I’ve ever tasted.”
The words didn’t sink in until we made it back to our seats at the table, and I remembered what Brady had said earlier… about finding a piece of cake that made you never want to taste anything else.
What did he mean by that? He wasn’t really talking about cake, was he…?
Before I could get too lost in my own thoughts, the kitchen door swung open and the beaming baker shuffled out.
“How’s the taste test going?” he asked eagerly. Then he eyed the plate full of samples that we still had to try, and he said: “Oh, I see you need a little more time.”
“Actually,” Brady said, picking up my hand and giving it a little squeeze, “I think we’ve made a decision. Right, Cass?”
“Yes,” I smiled, ignoring the warm blush creeping up in my cheeks. I reached for the frosting spoon that we had left behind on the table. “We’re going with the lemon.”
“That’s a great choice,” the baker said, sounding confused, “But are you sure you don’t want to try any of the other flavors before committing to that?”
“We’re sure,” I said.
“When you know, you know,” Brady added, giving my hand another squeeze.
“Lemon it is!” the baker grinned. He ducked behind the shop’s front counter and emerged with a clipboard and order form. Then he pulled up a chair and joined us at the table.
“You know, I have to say…” he said, dropping the order form onto the table and studying us both, “I’ve been making wedding cakes for over twenty years, and I’ve seen plenty of happy couples come through these doors. But I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a couple that glowed the way that the two of you do. You’re lucky: not a lot of people find the kind of love that you two have.”