Tough Cookies (New Year New Me 1)

“Can I do that, Tilly?” He pops the top button on my jeans, and I nod, helpless to resist when I want him to touch me where I need him most. “Lift up and help me.” I lift my hips, wiggling as he works down my jeans and underwear. The cool air caresses my core, and I shiver. He trails his fingers down my neatly trimmed pussy. “What a pretty kitty. I need to say hello.” He kneels and presses my legs apart, kissing the top of my quim before he licks the crease where my thigh meets my leg. He nods, nudges my pulsing clit, and I bite my bottom lip and clutch the edge of the counter.

“Nu-uh. I want to hear you,” he says huskily. “You don’t get to hide from me.” He flicks his tongue against my clit, and I gasp. “That’s better.” His long fingers trace down the wet seam of my cleft. Pleasure swirls through me. The muscles in my belly jump as I continue to drip.

“So wet for me. Put your legs over my shoulders.” He helps me into position and strokes his tongue up my slit, caressing my clit before he delves in deep. Teasing me with shallow swirls, he pushes a finger deep, and I clamp around him, crying out at the wanted invasion.

“So tight. Your little pussy grips me so well, baby.” He continues to tease me with swirls and sucks. I buck off the counter, desperate for what I’ve been denied over the years. Jackson was never a fan of female head. I watch, dazed and aroused as Anders treats me like his favorite flavor of ice cream. I push down as he pushes up, stretching me. “Can you take two for me?”

“Yes. Please. I need—” I pant.

“I’ll give you everything you need,” he promises, sliding two fingers deep.

I close my thighs around his head, toes curling. My pussy contracts, and he hits the spot inside of me that makes me cream as I cry out, shaking on the edge of exploding. He strokes the place again, twisting and plunging, filling me up and caressing the spot too deep for my fingers to reach. His fingers make a continuous come-hither gesture, and he sucks my clit into his mouth. My body explodes as an orgasm slams into me, and I’m seeing stars and grinding against his face. My fingers clutch his hair as I scream, riding out every bit of ecstasy that explodes through my body and behind my eyelids. He laps at my sopping slit as I come down, kissing me a few times before he works his way back up.

“Do you know how good you taste?”

“No.”

“Open.” He presses his fingers inside, and the salty-sweet flavor coats my tongue. I whimper. “So fucking perfect.” He pulls me into his arms, sinking onto the floor, cradling me like I’m special. I nuzzle his neck, warm and satiated as he strokes his fingers through my hair and down my back. I come back to myself and feel my cheeks heat.

“I feel woefully underdressed.” I run my hand down his chest to cup the large cock beneath me. “But what about you?”

“This was for you.” He nips my bottom lip. “We’ll have more time to explore each other later. When I take you, it won’t be rushed.” He kisses me gently.

I’m not used to a man who gives without receiving. I nod my head as I try to force down the apprehension climbing its way into my chest.

ANDERS

How do you dress to meet the child of the woman you’re falling for? Despite our back-and-forth banter and opposing opinions on things, I’m sure she is the one for me. If she’d let us naturally evolve, I think she would see it, too. Tonight feels more like a job interview than a lesson. If Clem doesn’t like me, my hopes die. I pop the top button on my polo and shake my arms out to release the pent-up energy. It’s just making cookies. And it’s only the rest of your life and happiness. I knock on the door and smile at Tilly as she greets me with a mini-me on her right-hand side.

“Hi, Tilly. Hello, Ms. Clem.”

“Mommy, the Cookie King knows my name.” She covers her mouth, and I fall in love with her.

“You can call me Anders if that’s okay with your mom.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Tilly smiles at me. “Come on in. We’ve got everything ready.”

“Mommy let me taste one of the cookies she made, and it was tasty. No weird crunchies or black parts.”

Tilly laughs. “Nope. Your mom is on her way to being an excellent baker.”

“I couldn’t tell anyone what the surprise was.” Clem sighs.

“We want to surprise everyone at the bake sale next week, don’t we?” I ask.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

“I’m not even posting our last episode to keep it hush-hush.” I button my lip.

Clem looks from me to her mother. “You’re good friends now, right, Mom?”

I hold my breath. Worry fills her eyes. I understand her hesitation, but it hurts. “We are, baby.”

My heart soars. “Well, ladies, what do you say we wash our hands and get to baking?”

“Yeah.” Clem jumps up and down, cheering.

“She really wants to win the aquarium pass,” Tilly whispers.