I Hate, I Bake, and I Don’t Date! by Alina Jacobs

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Beck

Tess ordered groceries on her phone as we headed downstairs.

Her friend had left to pack up her stuff because she, quote, would rather sleep on the floor than spend another night at their current apartment.

“I’m doing bacon and three kinds of cheese, and I’ll throw some beef in the Instant Pot, and of course, we’re making fried onions,” she said, putting in the order. “This is going to be fantastic.”

Tess kissed me. She smelled strongly of chocolate.

“I’m going to shower,” she said as I unlocked the front door. “When I’m done, the groceries should be here.”

I braced myself as we walked into my condo. I half expected my sisters to be climbing the walls, but they were playing nicely with my brothers.

“I thought you all had dates?” I asked as Tess skipped down the hall to presumably shower.

“Carl’s date apparently never existed,” Liam said. “I never had a date. I was just going to go out to a bar.”

“Mike?”

He shrugged. “Everyone else was doing their babysitting today, so I figured I would too.”

“Then why are you still in my condo?”

“Because you’re our brother and we wuv you,” Walker said, hugging me. I pushed him off.

“Also, I want some of the mashed potato bar.”

I left my siblings then headed down the hall to my bedroom. I paused outside of Tess’s door. Had she meant what she said about wanting to be back together with me? What if she had just been overcome by the new condo?

I raised my hand and almost knocked on her door then thought better of it. I shouldn’t pressure her. I would wait until she had a chance to get settled then talk to her again. I undid my tie when I walked into the master suite and took off my suit jacket and belt. I was going to help with the cooking, and it was sure to get messy. I pulled off my dress shirt and undershirt. Fishing in my closet, I pulled out a pair of heavy gray canvas pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

When I came out of the closet, the door to the master bath opened. And there was Tess, wearing absolutely nothing.

I felt myself grow hard.

“I thought that was you,” she said. “You didn’t want to come join me?”

“I didn’t know that was on the table.”

“Probably for the best,” she said, thoughtful.

I tensed.

“Especially since we’ve already fucked there once.”

My dick perked back up.

“You know,” she said casually, “I never got to suck you off in your office. And now you’ve already fired me, so that fantasy will never become a reality. But,” she continued craftily, “your study would do well enough!”

I followed her into the adjoining office. I locked the door, and when I turned, Tess was on her knees, her tits full and round and bare, her pussy glistening.

“I never got my severance package,” she said, crooking her finger.

I sat down at my desk.

Tess’s fingers worked the zipper of my slacks, pushed down my silken boxers, and eased out my cock.

I rested my hand on the back of her head. Not to push her—more as an anchor for myself.

Tess didn’t need any encouragement at all. Her pink lips wrapped around my cock. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick as if it were an ice cream cone.

I let out a low grunt, fighting back the urge to thrust into the warm heat of her mouth. My hips twitched, and she looked up through her eyelashes at me. Then she sucked me down nearly all the way.

“Fuck,” I breathed as she came up again then deepthroated me, making appreciative humming noises as she sucked my cock. I wanted to come down her throat, but I had other plans for her.

I pushed her head away, making her pout.

“I want to see my severance package all over your tits.”

I rubbed my hands over her tits, playing with them, rolling and pinching the nipples between my fingers as she bit her lip.

One of Tess’s hands snuck down between her legs.

“Not yet,” I said in a low voice. I took Tess’s hands and used them to press her tits together.

“You gonna fuck my tits?” she said in a breathy voice. “Gonna come on my face, boss?”

“I’m your ex-boss, and I’m going to fuck your tits, and then I’m going to make you come on my desk,” I growled.

Kissing her hard, I slid my cock, still wet from her mouth, between her huge tits.

Tess hummed in delight, pushing her tits up a little to create more of a tunnel for me. The crown of my cock peaked out of the top of her cleavage with every thrust. I loved her tits, and seeing my hard shaft disappearing in and out between them was indescribably hot.

For a second, I wondered if I should just come all over her face. A few spurts of precum speckled her chin and lower lip. Tess’s tongue peeped out for a taste. Then she smiled and winked.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have this woman.

Pulling away, I picked her up around her waist and pushed her over the desk.

“I need your cock,” Tess whispered, spreading her legs for me.

I stroked her pussy, wet and hot, as I pulled on the condom.

I was aching, but I wanted her to know how much I desired her. I pressed my face to her pussy, making her moan, and I licked my tongue along her slit, loving how she shivered.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered.

Not wasting another minute, I grabbed her ass and entered her pussy in one smooth push. I pulled out and thrust into her again, satisfied as she gasped.

I set my stance then gave her every inch of my thick cock. Her pussy clenched around me as I fucked her. Her legs were practically off the floor, and her hands clenched at the edge of the desk as I fucked into her with complete abandon—chasing the orgasm that I had been denying too long.

Tess’s body writhed under me, and I reached around to grab one of her tits, pinching the nipple as she tipped over the edge with a moan.

I followed her moments later, spilling into her.

I pulled her off of the desk and cradled her to me. Tess’s chest heaved against me as she breathed.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too,” she replied, giving me one more kiss.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I hurt you. I didn’t mean to, but I did.”

“How could I not forgive such a handsome face?” she cooed. “And such a very nice dick too!”

The groceries had arrivedwhen Tess and I walked arm in arm back into the open kitchen and living area.

“Who’s ready for some mashed potatoes?” she called.

As the potatoes roasted in the oven, my brothers and I helped chop up the onions, fry the bacon, grate the cheese, and prepare the rest of the excessive amount of toppings.

“Bacon is the best,” Tess said, stealing a piece of the crispy meat I had set out to drain and cool on a paper towel.

“You can’t eat the toppings,” I said and pinched her ass.

“It’s my mashed potato party, and I can eat what I want,” she teased, slapping my hip. “And I think I’m going to have you for dessert.”

“Beck bought a cake for dessert,” Annie said. “It’s Hello Kitty shaped.”

“It is?” Tess practically screamed. “Oh my god, I have to see.” She pulled the box out of the freezer and carefully undid the bow holding it together.

“I helped design it,” I told her.

She pulled the top off the box then bit back a laugh. “I can see you tried your best.”

“What the—” I looked down at the cake.

My brothers all immediately roared in laugher.

“That looks terrible,” Liam said.

I glowered. Instead of making the cake like I had drawn, Holly had literally drawn my drawing on the cake in icing.

There was a note card in the box.

I know Tess, and I think she will find this more endearing than a super well-designed cake.

Good luck and if that doesn’t work, just take off all your clothes and smear yourself in frosting!

-Holly

Tess snickered as she read the note over my shoulder.

“I mean, she’s not wrong!”

“I wanted a nice cake,” I complained.

“But you drew this yourself,” she said. “And look! You even wrote, ‘Tess, you were right.’ Of course I was right.”

“Did you draw this with a crayon?” Greg asked.

“I tried my best.”

“Sometimes your best just isn’t good enough,” Enola said solemnly.

“And to think you were talking shit about Tess’s painting!” Mike snickered.