He swept his tongue over the spot and then kissed her cheekbone until all the frosting was gone.

“You’re sweeter than the icing,” he murmured.

She reached over without breaking their gazes, dipped her finger through the cupcake and then spread the sweetness over his lips. A moment later, she swooped forward and captured his mouth against hers.

The warmth of her tongue rasped over his lips, tasting, licking away the sugary treat. He could taste the frosting on her lips as she nibbled at his.

To his surprise, she rose over him and leaned her weight into his body so that he was forced back against the couch. She straddled his lap and dug her knees into the cushions on either side of him.

“Since you pointed out that there’s no reason for me to be in a hurry this morning, I now have plenty of time for dessert,” she murmured.

She fit his hands like her ass was fashioned just for him. He cupped and squeezed through the thin material of her pajama bottoms. Then he pulled her forward just enough that the bulge in the crotch of his jeans was straining up against her pussy.

“Take your shirt off,” he rasped out. “And give me that damn cupcake.”

She laughed and turned, pulling at her shirt with one hand, reaching back for the cupcake with the other.

He ended up helping her, or maybe he was just too impatient. The top came over her head and he tossed it across the room. She held the cupcake up, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched him.

He swiped at the frosting, careful to leave plenty still on the cupcake, because damn, his mind was alive with the possibilities. He decorated one puckered nipple with the sweet buttercream icing until the tip was white. His mouth watered but he forced himself to lavish the same attention on her other breast.

She fidgeted and sighed, strained up, but he pulled her back down onto his lap. Her breasts bobbed in front of him like two delectable treats, and he never, ever turned down sugar.

He licked delicately up the curve of her breast, anticipating the point where he reached her straining nipple. She tensed all over and braced her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his skin as he flicked his tongue over the tip.

His tongue barely brushed across the sensitive peak, and each time he got only a hint of the sweet.

“Connor!” she gasped. “You’re killing me here.”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “I think that’s the point.”

She slid one hand up the column of his neck, around to his nape and then into his hair. Her fingers twisted and she pulled impatiently at his head, guiding him back to her breast.

He lapped one more time and then pulled the nipple hard between his teeth, sucking avidly at the frosting. He held her nipple captive and flicked his tongue repeatedly over the point until she twisted and squirmed damn near off his lap.

He loved how demanding she was. Her fingers dug into his head. She wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted or needed.

He pulled away and her nipple gleamed wet and clean of the frosting. It was rigid, so hard and pointed that he couldn’t resist swiping his tongue over it again.

She sighed and flexed her fingers over his scalp. His erection pushed upward, cradled by the juncture of her legs. It frustrated him that there were so many barriers between them.

As if sensing his irritation, she rose up on her knees and began sliding her bottoms down. She backed off the couch and stood before him as she let the material fall down her legs.

He smiled at the fact that one nipple was still covered with frosting. He licked his lips and she smiled back just before she palmed her breast, cupping it and pushing it upward. Then she leaned down until her nipple was a breath away from his mouth.

She held it just so, offering it to his mouth. He fastened his lips greedily around it, sucking and nibbling as if he were starved. Her breathing ratcheted up and she trembled from head to toe as he pulled strongly with his mouth.

She pulled abruptly away, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then she let her gaze drift down his body to the bulge between his legs.

A gleam entered her eyes. One that made him twitchy with anticipation. It was the look of a woman with a plan. A very evil, delicious plan.

He held his breath as she got down on her knees and settled herself between his legs. Then she reached for his fly and pulled at the snaps. The zipper rasped downward and her soft hand gently delved within, finding his cock.

When she reached for the cupcake, he damn near lost his mind. With exacting precision she trailed a finger through the sticky confection and then proceeded to smooth it over his straining erection.

His breaths came out in tortured huffs. He was sure he was going to hyperventilate.

She took her time, smearing the frosting up and down his length until he was completely coated. Then she wrested his jeans down around his hips and there he sat, his cock jutting upward like a frosted Popsicle.

If he wasn’t dying of anticipation, he’d have to laugh at the fact he had a frosted dick.

And then she leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to the swollen head. His cock twitched in reaction and swung away from her. It was all he could do not to grab it and guide it back because, Lord have mercy, he wanted her mouth around him.

She took care of the matter for him. She followed with her mouth and sucked the head between her lips. She teased him with her tongue, circling and lapping at the tip.

Like she had done, he slid his hand around to the back of her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. Carefully she lowered her mouth, taking more of him as she licked every bit of the frosting from his skin.

She exerted pressure and hollowed her cheeks as she slid up his cock. The head fell free of her lips with a pop and she turned her gaze up to him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You know, more women wouldn’t mind giving blow jobs if we could all have buttercream-flavored dicks.”

He laughed. What else could he do? She was so damn irreverent.

“Honey, if you’ll keep your mouth wrapped around my cock, I’ll buy you an entire tub of frosting.”

She leaned down and dragged her tongue up the back of his erection, taking more frosting with her. Then she swallowed him up and took him deep until he butted against the back of her throat. She swallowed again, and the softness of her mouth convulsed around his dick. He shuddered uncontrollably and felt semen leak from the tip.

She slowly backed away but held him in her hand, caressing up and down as she licked her lips. “Mmmm, now, there’s an interesting flavor,” she purred. “I’ll admit, the taste of cum has never impressed me. But now? Yum.”

His entire body tightened. Her crudeness only turned him on all the more. He reached for the back of her neck again and forced himself back into her mouth. He arched his hips and closed his eyes as her heat surrounded him.

It registered in the back of his mind that he was probably being an ass. He was pretty much assuming that she’d allow him to come in her mouth. Hell, her mouth? He wanted to come down her throat. He wanted to thrust as deep as she’d allow and come like he’d never come.

She never registered a complaint. She allowed him to hold her head, though he was careful to make sure she wouldn’t wear his fingerprints afterward. With every thrust, she seemed to open wider and allow him to go as deep as he could.

“Oh Christ, Lyric,” he strained out. “If this isn’t what you want, tell me now. I’m so damn close.”

There. He’d managed to have some semblance of consideration, though he was praying hard she stayed right where she was.

She paused, and for one awful moment he thought she was going to stop. He went completely still as he waited. She merely glided over his hardness, trailing her tongue along the underside of his cock where he was most sensitive.