Page 26 of Lemon Cake

“Are you going to think of me too?” she asked, her teeth shredding the thin plastic of the straw.

How could he not? Gemma was fucking precious, and he would be happy to fantasise about those plush lips wrapped around his cock. “Yes,” he confessed.

“Have you thought about me before? When you were alone?” Gemma’s voice shook, barely more than a whisper.

“Would it creep you out if I had?”

She shook her head. “What were you thinking about?”

“How I wished it wasyourhand stroking me.” He underlined and punctuated his words by letting his palm carefully stroke the bulge between his legs.

Gemma’s eyes shot south, and her breathing picked up pace. “Did you come when you did?”

“Yes, and do you want to know what I pictured when I did?”

She nodded eagerly, gaze fixed to his crotch.

“You licking up each and every drop.”

Gemma’s tongue darted out, running along her bottom lip as if she were imagining the same thing. “I like that.”

Rider felt his balls draw tight, and he craved release. Rubbing himself through his jeans wasn’t enough. Instead of pushing this tender moment even further, he leaned in and lifted her head with his fingers under her chin. Their eyes met, and he knew if he didn’t send her away right that second, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“Now, be safe driving home and message me the second you get there. Then I want you to get comfortable with your toys and come for me.”

“Will you do the same?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want to see?”

“No, this is for you, but I do hope you moan my name when that orgasm hits you.” He kissed her forehead, knowing a kiss anywhere else would only make him want to keep her and get that visual for himself. “Now go, sweet Gemma.”

Gemma gasped as if she’d forgotten to breathe and scrambled to grab her things.

Rider left the parking lot behind her, but instead of following her right, he turned left towards the highway. Comfortably out of sight, he reached down with his right hand and freed his cock from its confines. The echo of his zipper was loud in the cab of the truck, and he sighed with relief once he had his fingers wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. His thoughts carried him back to that conversation, one hand stroking himselfwhile the other gripped the steering wheel. The dark highway was free of traffic, so he flew over the asphalt, only pausing his hand long enough to spit into his palm.

Halfway focused on the drive, he imagined it was Gemma’s delicate hand around his base while her tongue lapped away at his slit. Fantasy-Gemma’s eyes closed in pleasure as her lips sealed around him and sucked him down as deep as she could. He tightened his grip on the wheel, his knuckles turning white—he would’ve preferred to have a tight grip on a fistful of her hair.

It was wrong—so wrong—but damn he couldn’t stop. His fist pumped his cock furiously, and he came with a growl right down Gemma’s imaginary throat. He pictured how she would lick and suck his cum until he had nothing left.

Rider groaned, fighting off the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck, sweet Gemma.”

Gemma

As promised, Gemma texted Rider the moment she stepped through the door.

I’m home.

Good. Now get comfortable and don’t message me until you’ve moaned my name.

She wanted to throw caution to the wind and hop into bed right away, but knew herself far too well. She wouldn’t be able to get into the mindset if she was still in her everyday clothes or wearing her leg. So, she undressed and prepared herself for bed. She laid her phone on the nightstand and opened her drawer where she kept her toys hidden in a small wooden box, hidden from the unsuspecting eye.

She selected a small bullet vibrator that she knew would give her a quick release and rolled onto her stomach. She pushed one hand under her pillow, using the other to hold the humming toy against her clit. Closing her eyes, she kept the vibrator on its lowest setting while she relived every second of her perfect day with Rider. When her thoughtstrailed to that conversation in the truck, her hips began to rock over the toy with a steady rhythm.

She upped the intensity, wondering if he was doing the same right now. She imagined him on his couch, palm pressing against the bulge in his jeans. Fantasy-Gemma knelt between his legs, holding her vibrator against her clit with one hand and the other wrapped around his thick length. As she neared to her climax, she imagined how he would groan when his cockhead bumped the back of her throat.

Her legs twitched, heart pounding as the vibrator reached full speed. She lost herself and her thoughts and crashed over the edge. Her whole body shook as she held the vibrator in place until she was too sensitive to take anymore. Instead, she ran her fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, easing her orgasm as her body recovered.

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