Page 80 of Holly Jolly Cake Fight
“You fucked that up, too. All you had to do was ask, and I would have sent that all to you. I would havebeggedyou for a video of you playing with your clit, making yourself come for me. Touch yourself, bonbon. I need to feel you come.”
She nodded, her head slumping down, straining against Laurin’s grip on her hair as he gave her just a little more space, just enough for her to reach down better to rub herself.
He finally started to move, thrusting hard, what they both needed. She was so tense, so tight, so desperate, that Laurin decided he deserved to be mad at her. He’d been as patient as possible, but her refusal to sit down and have a conversation with him and just hash things out meant that she’d deprived him of an entire month of this. Whether they could have been together or not, whether she would have been in his bed so he could feel her sweet heat envelop him, or if all he could get from it was her image and her voice on his phone, he would have been happy with that.
Instead, he’d been quietly miserable without her for an entire month, so he punched his cock into her, punishing her with it for withholding herself from him. “I would have lickedmy own cum off my hand if you’d asked me to,” he snarled and licked up her neck behind her ear.
She cried out as a spasm gripped her, and he knew from the way she froze up that she was on the verge of coming. All it took was a second to pull out, smack her ass, and punch back in, for her to come hard enough Laurin doubted even the acoustic padding was enough to muffle her from anyone who might be lingering outside.
“I would have kept my hands off myself all month if you’d wanted that, just so I could flood your cunt now,” he gasped, his voice tight, and finally, blessedly, his cock unloaded within her.
He was as loud as she was with his release. He could have jerked off a dozen times a day and still wouldn’t have been prepared for the force of it this time, not when Candace reached back further to stroke her finger up the ridge between his balls, tickling everything out of him. He pulled her head back again, and only the faintest thread of common sense kept him from trashing the lipstick they’d already fixed in the woods. He instead attached his lips to her shoulder, where she’d be able to cover the inevitable hickey with her collar.
Laurin came deep inside her, where he belonged, but pulled out at the last moment so the final thick, white string settled just inside her rim. He held his tip there as long as he could, until biology finally took over and his cock softened and eased out. They were both panting heavily as he tucked himself back into his briefs, but he kept one hand on her hip to hold her in place so that he could watch that last jet of cum slowly dribble from her pussy. It slithered its way through her folds, ultimately dripping right into the crotch of the baby blue panties bunched at her knees.
“I just made a mess in your panties,” he murmured quietly, his voice lazy and satisfied, “and you didn’t bring a change with you, did you?”
Her chest heaved as she looked down but didn’t respond, just stood silently in that stance with her legs splayed as far as they could be and her ass fully exposed for him. Her breath caught and her knees tilted in when he slid his fingers back inside her, like she was worried he was going to make her come again when they really did need to go back inside. Instead, he made sure that the rest of his cum was tucked up as much as possible to stay within her a little longer before he lifted those fingers back up to her lips for her to suck clean.
He could tell by the way her tongue moved around his finger tips, making sure no spots were missed, that she enjoyed their mingling flavors, and already his cock was twitching again. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I am going to devour you tonight, bonbon.”
She hummed in response, the tone wordlessly giving consent. She finally moved then, spinning to face him, but still she had nothing to say. Instead, she sank into him, curling her hands into small fists under her chin as she rested against his chest.
Laurin’s heart clenched so hard he was left speechless as he carefully pulled the tie from her ponytail, thankful that he was a girl dad as he fixed Candace’s hair for her. Her chest rose and fell against him so evenly it was almost like she’d fallen asleep, but no, she was just settled for the first time that day, all the anticipation and nerves and fear and resignation fading into what Laurin could only hope was bliss.
He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back, feeling mostly soothed simply knowing that she was good with this, but he wasn’t quite there. He still had one lingering irritation.So when she finally peeled herself off him, he was the one who pulled her panties back up, taking the opportunity to push the crotch into her slit to make sure it soaked up everything already there. “There, now you’re not getting on any more ladders today.”
She frowned, confused. “I doubt there’s going to be a surprise twist now. The challenge is over.”
His gaze bored into her. “Youwon’tget on any more ladders.”
“I won’t!”
“Tell me why you won’t.”
“I just told you,” she huffed. “There’s no reason to.”
“No, Candace. Tell me why you won’t be going up too many rungs on a ladder and then bending over to reach something too far away.”
Her eyes went wide as saucers. She attempted to chew on her trembling lip, but Laurin used his thumb to pluck it free. With a deep breath of resignation, she said, “Because you came in my underwear. And if I bend too far on a ladder, everyone will see it.”
He grinned, liking how that sounded, but he wanted more. “No, say what really happened.”
Her nostrils flared this time, and he could tell it was taking everything she had to attempt to meet his energy. “Because you came inside my . . . my cunt, and now it’s leaking into my panties.”
“And I’m going to make sure your panties are soaked in semen every single time you even look at anything taller thana step stool until you learn your lesson. Now come on, let’s go finish this show so you can smear that lipstick all over my cock. And Candace?”
Terror reflected in her eyes, like she was scared whatever he was going to say would be even dirtier.
“I love you so fucking much, bonbon.”
She nodded. The way her bottom lip quivered made Laurin feel certain that she was holding off some serious emotions and some serious words, and he was satisfied with that.
It didn’t fully dawn on Laurin until they were back in the pavilion that, because the judges were making their decision while he was fucking every last misgiving out of Candace, he didn’t actually get to hear their feedback. He’d be able to stream a replay of the episode as soon as he got home if he wanted, but when they were led back to the line in the studio, he had absolutely no idea where any of them stood in the competition.
The crew tried to put Patty in the middle, but Laurin wasn’t having any of that. He was going to hold Candace’s hand, and there wasn’t enough time to argue. He stood dead center on the line, where the cameras had already been set up just-so in preparation for this moment, and it was easier for the crew to swap his and Patty’s structures, now on rolling carts, than convince him that it would be better to have Patty in the center. The moment the gingerbread houses were rearranged and he had both Patty’s and Candace’s hands in his, quiet on the set was called.
Time to go.
