A Pinch of Sugar (Lights Camera Insta-love 1)

How freeing is that? Leaving the night in his hands, knowing he’ll take care of everything, including me? This is what I’ve been pining for since I can remember.

Sebastian leaves me briefly to put the cake layers in the oven. He returns quickly, before I can miss him too much, breathing heavily into the crook of my neck. “Now we make the frosting.” I hear him unbuckling his belt and the zipper of his pants comes down, the metal zlick making the flesh between my thighs constrict. My hands are shaking as he walks me through the process of creating the whipped cream frosting. I’m breathing like I just ran a race and I can barely follow his instructions, my need has built to such a fever pitch. “Would you like to lick the whisk?”

“Yes,” I pant.

He whirls me around, pressing the small of my back against the counter and I almost break at the sight of him. The masculine lust darkening his eyes, the strain around his beautiful mouth. Between us, I can feel his stiffness against my belly, but I don’t dare look down until he tells me. He brings the cream-covered whisk to my lips. “Lick it up, darling.”

Watching him shyly from beneath my eyelashes, I do what I’m told, treating my tongue to a long swipe of the delicious-tasting cream.

“Mmm.” He drops his face toward mine. “Shall I taste it, too?”

After a short hesitation, I nod.

Sebastian’s eyes glitter at my response. His full, hard mouth presses to mine, lingering, kissing me softly in an almost fatherly way. Once, twice. Then ever so carefully, he parts my lips and dips his tongue inside, stealing my gasp with a testing swipe of his tongue. “Do you like that, Alice?”

I sway on the balls of my feet. “I-I think so.”

“Your hard little nipples are telling me you do.” He touches the whisk to my erect nipple, leaving a dollop of cream behind, before dipping his head and licking it off. My back arches involuntarily and I moan. “Yes, I think you like my mouth on you very much.”

“Is that bad?” I sob.

“We’ll worry about that in the light of day.” Sweat is beginning to appear on his upper lip when he holds up the whisk again. “Would you like more?”

“Yes, please.”

Sebastian takes me by the hand and leads me to the living room. My heart is going a hundred miles an hour, waiting to see what he’ll do. I’m caught off-guard when he lies down on the couch and instructs me to straddle his chest. I can’t see his face. I’m facing the opposite direction and now I can finally see that male part of him, so stiff and hard where it protrudes from his unzipped pants.

The whisk appears in front of me. “Have some more.”

Dutifully, I lick the utensil, briefly catching sight of us in the picture window overlooking the city. I’m topless, sitting on Sebastian Cove’s chest, my skirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and licking cream off a whisk.

What incredible life is this?

I lean in for more, but Sebastian moves the utensil out of reach, down near his lap, carefully rubbing a length of white cream on his shaft. “Do you want another taste bad enough to lick it off my cock, Alice?”

“I…I don’t know,” I say, sounding unsure.

His chest is heaving beneath me. “We don’t want it to go to waste, do we?”

“No…”

“Lean forward and lick it off, darling.” His hand presses to the center of my back, pushing me face down toward his lap. “Daddy needs this.”

6

Sebastian

Sweet bloody hell, the first swipe of her tongue on my cock nearly ends me. I almost lose my seed all over her angelic little face, but bear down on my lust and hold off. I have no idea how I managed to draw out the evening this long when I wanted to drag her down and fuck her the moment we walked into the hotel room.

Alice. This girl has turned me inside out. From her humor, to her beauty, to her backbone, to the way she submits to me. Trusts me. She’s a treasure that I might have never discovered if I’d stayed in London. The mere thought causes panic to well up like a geyser in my chest and I have to stroke my hands down her smooth back to remind myself she’s here.

Oh, she’s definitely here. She’s lapping at my cock like an innocent, but my view is anything but. With her leaning forward, giving my aching dick the attention that it needs, her bottom has fully come out of her skirt, showing off her lily white panties, ruffles and bows sewn into the sides.

She’s every inch my little girl and I’m her Daddy.

This was never a fantasy I entertained, but as soon as I found out it was Alice’s, it became an addiction I couldn’t live without. With every passing moment in the taxi and the kitchen, being Alice’s man in charge went from addiction to obsession. I’ve never been so hard in my life—and I’ve never been so positive I’ll never get hard again for anyone but Alice. For anything but this. The roles we both seem born to play, with only each other.