Page 97 of Pucking Matt
She takes a bite. “Oh,” she says with raised eyebrows. She has cream on her lips. “Not a fan.”
I take a bite. It’s creamy and tastes almost like custard but not quite. “Yeah, that one’s weird.” I put it back in the box and grab the vanilla cream cheese. “This one should be better.”
She opens her mouth to take a bite, and there’s something about feeding her that is turning me on. I think it’s how gentle and trusting she’s being. Maybe it’s the eye contact right as she starts to chew. Or maybe it’s just her.
“Good?” I ask as she nods, cleaning her lips.
I take a bite and say, “Yeah. Much better. That’s good.”
The confetti cookie is next. “Don’t you even think about it,” she says. “That one is mine.”
I reach for it, but she’s pushing my hand away playfully.
“Just a bite,” I plead.
She grabs the cookie and says, “I get to feed you this time.”
I shake my head. It’s not as hot if a woman’s feeding a man. She breaks off a piece, which is fucking cheating, and places the piece in my mouth. But her fingers, for some reason, are in my mouth, like she’s never fed a person before. So when I close my lips, her fingers are in between them. It couldn’t have happenedany other way because the piece would have fallen out of my mouth, and then she would have been really mad.
“Wh–” she starts to say but the sound she makes is breathy. I grab her wrist so she can’t pull away and suck the crumbs from her fingers. Fuck, I wish she was sucking on mine instead. The look in her eye is priceless. She’s frozen, stuck. I don’t even think she’s breathing. I pull her finger from my mouth and say, “That one is the best so far.”
She pulls her hand back and takes a bite of the confetti cookie. Her eyes roll as she enjoys the cookie. “So good.”
She looks over my shoulder and says, “I’m going to offer them cookies.”
“The chocolate chip is for you.”
She shakes her head. “Matt, you bought me too much.”
“Yeah, right.”
“We can go another time,” she says. “So, I’m going to offer them fresh cookies. Come.”
She grabs the boxes as that echoes in my mind. “Another time?” I question.
She shrugs. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” I say, settling with that idea. I won’t make a fuss about it if she’s already planning a next time.
She sits on the couch and offers the cookies to Christian and Zack. “So, we took a bite from each. So, no pressure. There’s chocolate chip too.”
Zack and Christian break pieces off of the cookies and eat them while playing their video games. I take the opposite side of the couch because there’s no room near Amber.
“Come here often?” Zack jokes.
Amber says, “No, it’s my first time here.”
“Did you guys eat dinner?” Christian says.
Amber says, “Yes, we did. Did you guys eat dinner yet?”
They both shake their heads.
“These cookies are our dinner.” They’re both eating them up. “Matt, did you finish your studying?”
I look at Zack. He’s sitting right next to me. “Almost. I needed a break.”
“Matt,” Amber says. “Want a chocolate chip cookie?”
