Page 13 of Baked

“It’s okay to say you don’t like it.” He stepped closer, removing his leather jacket and carefully placing it on the kitchen island. “Just use your words and tell me the truth.” My heart lightly raced as he stared down at me. His finger brushed my lower lip, causing me to gasp ever so slightly. “You, uh, missed a little.” He brushed a bit of sugar from the corner of my mouth.

“Oh gosh,” I wheezed. “Let me just—” Without even thinking, my mouth wrapped around his finger and sucked the sugar from his skin. His brow raised as I realized what I had done, quickly backing away with hot cheeks. “Good night!” I rushed past him, slamming my door behind me.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?My brain raced.

“Goodnight, Indi,” Haze called from the kitchen.

Oh my god, get your shit together.

I closed my eyes, taking a few minutes to focus on my breathing before crawling into my bed. I curled up into his t-shirt and tried to focus as my head began to feel light. The edible had hit me way sooner than I expected as my head began to spin with the room.

This doesn’t feel right…what—I passed out.

HAZE

The numbers on my phone slowly changed as I waited, taking a few hits from the bong we kept in the living room. Kush has been rubbing all along me, basking in the smell of weed. He was oddly awake for such an early hour, but it was entertaining, helping me pass the time. I wanted to wait, to ensure the special edible I had given Indi really took effect before doing anything.

“We should be good now,” I whispered to Kush. “Let’s go check on Indi.” The cat made all sorts of noises as he followed me to her door. I carefully opened it to see her passed out in her bed. She had kicked her blanket off and my shirt was barely covering her, her black lingerie thing on full display.

Passed out cold. Perfect.

Quietly, I stepped into the room and approached the side of her bed. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, her long, black hair waved all around. Her thighs were spread, allowing me to see more than usual, her stomach completely exposed as the hem of my shirt lay just low enough to cover her nipples. She looked so fucking appetizing, and it took everything in my power not to fuck her right then and there.

Control yourself.

My hand grazed her arm, listening as she moaned gently in her sleep. My dick was fully awake and ready, to the point ithurt. My fingers trailed along the fabric of my t-shirt, gliding so delicately along her nipple and breasts. It was torture. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to listen to the sounds she made as I showed her how loved she was. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Kush meowed, struggling to jump onto her bed. I turned and helped him as he nestled in next to her, joining her in sleep. Indi rolled faintly, my name dripping from her sleepy mouth.

Oh fuck.My dick throbbed uncontrollably.I need to handle this. Now.

I lifted the hem of my shirt enough to see one of her breasts and sat in the chair she had in her room and whipped my dick out. It was so hard and swollen, begging to be touched. My hand began to stroke the shaft as I eyed her immensely, studying every curve of her body and memorizing all her features. The night we spent together years ago reflected behind my eyes as if it just happened, coaxing me as I jacked off to the sight of her. This sick desire and obsession I had for her was getting out of hand. I found myself, much like now, needing to relieve myself more and more, only able to really get off to her. It was becoming unbearable, living in this endless torture of seeing the very thing I wanted and could never have. Oh, it was so wrong. But fuck, it was so right.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I came hard into my hand, spewing my excitement all over. “Shit!” I quickly tried to stop myself, rushing to the kitchen as I fumbled with my jacket, moaning and trying not to come all over the place. “Fuck. Oh fuck!” My hands untwisted the jar as I continued to come inside, adding to my jizz from the night before. “Yes,” I moaned, holding nothing back, and I began to fill the jar up. “Oh, fuck yes.” I quickly climbed down from the high and closed the jar, cleaning myself up immediately after. I examined it closely, proud of how much I had collected. “Perfect. This is more than enough.”

I sat the jar down and changed my clothes before returning to the kitchen. Kush meowed, rubbing along my leg as if he knew I was about to light up and smoke while I baked. “Not right now, little man. You’ve had more than enough to last you a bit.” The cat grumbled, clawing for me to pick him up. “Alright, but don’t touch anything, okay?” I placed the fat cat on the counter as I gathered a few things. He sniffed the ingredients and patted the utensils, eventually coming to my special jar. I had to move him to the other side and place the jar up high in the cabinet. “Careful Kush. This is a very special ingredient just for Indi. We need every last bit.” The cat meowed as I lit my joint and inhaled, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. “Ahh. Now, time to make some brownies.”

THREE

HAZE

Music playedthrough the kitchen as I danced, the blunt firmly between my lips, as I carefully removed the newest batch of my special brownies. “Fuck yeah.” I placed the hot dish carefully on the kitchen island, removing the blunt as I exhaled. “Oh yes, that’s beautiful!” I clapped my hands, flour shooting all over as Kush meowed next to me. “No way, I gave you some earlier! You furry little pothead.” His ears tucked back. “Uh-uh. You can play that game with Indi but not me.” The cat stumbled, frustrated with me.

Damn cat.I laughed quietly to myself.

“Now, while these cool, I need to finishthis.” I pulled a bowl of whipped icing to the island, grabbing the jar filled with my fresh cum. I unscrewed the lid and gently scraped as much as I could into the icing, ensuring I didn’t leave any behind, mixing the two as best as possible. When it was ready, I placed the stainless steel bowl on the base of the mixer, attaching the right piece before turning it on and watching as my cum blended seamlessly into the icing, concealing it. “Perfect.”

“Wow. Someone has been a busy bee.” Indi’s sleepy voice hit me as I looked up to see her standing in the doorway of her room, still wearing my shirt. Her hair was a bit messy, telling meshe must’ve slept well, thanks to my special edible. “Fuck, what time is it?” She stumbled into the kitchen, still fully coming alive. I was able to sneak a few peaks, noticing her breasts bounce and press against the t-shirt as she leaned across the island next to me, smelling the newest batch of my brownies. “Mmmmm. Haze’s special brownies. My favorite!” My eyes shot to her backside as she leaned closer, noticing her ass.

My favorite.

I had to force myself to look away. “I’m almost done with the icing.” Indi swiped the spoon I had used to combine all the ingredients, shoving it deep into her mouth as she tasted it, moaning faintly. God, she was such a fucking tease. “One day, I’ll get you to tell me what your secret recipe is.”

“Doubt it.” I smiled.

Indi leaned back, sucking the spoon as she eyed me, pointing to my apron. “I still can’t believe you wear that when you bake.” I looked down at my dirty apron, the words “Kiss the Chef” printed across it. “It’s so fucking small on you.”

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