𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃𝐸𝑆𝑇

Chapter 14

*SPICEY SPICEY- prepare yourself

"Fuckkk where did you learn to bake like this?" Atlas groans and stuffs another freshly baked cookie into her mouth. "I've been cooking and baking for myself since I was 12." I say to Atlas. She gives me a sympathetic look, "right, sorry." I smile and roll my eyes, "I really don't care that my shitty Mom didn't cook for me, at least I can make some damn good cookies." Atlas grins at me, "can't argue with that."

"Let's watch a movie," I suggest after we have devoured almost two batches of cookies. We  move into the enormous living room with an 85 inch flatscreen and plop onto the plush grey couch. Atlas turns to me, "I'm gonna warn you— I probably won't make it through the whole thing." I throw a pillow at her and it bounces off her head, "why not?" She yawns and rubs her eyes, "food makes me sleepy."

"Fine, then I get to pick the movie." She yawns again and agrees sleepily. I decide on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, who doesn't like a good horror classic? Atlas already falls asleep before Kemper gets his face hacked off, what a buzzkill. She is tucked under the blanket curled up in a tiny ball. I poke her to make sure she is really asleep and get up, heading towards the kitchen.

I carefully wrap a few cookies in a paper towel and tiptoe up the two flights of stairs to the third floor. I'll admitt, the cookies are a hoax. I want Caspian to taste me like I tasted him. The thought of his dick in my mouth makes my lower region throb. My body is craving his touch. I need him. Now.

Caspian's door is open, I peek inside, but his room appears to be empty. He must be in the shower. I shrug and make myself comfortable on his bed, leaving the cookies on his nightstand. I switch his TV on and Tokyo Ghoul flashes across the screen, a man with taste.

I am halfway through my second episode of Tokyo Ghoul when Caspian enters his room, wearing only a very low-hanging towel. He doesn't notice me on his bed and shuts the door. "Hi casper," I say seductively. Caspian jumps at the sound of my voice. "U-um Tempest." he nods toward me. "What are you doing here." I narrow my eyes at the towel around his waist, "I missed you."

Caspian's face is fiery red, I get off the bed and approach him, "I love how your body responds to me." I whisper. His eyes bulge, "where's Atlas."

"Asleep. Downstairs." I say dragging a finger down his hard chest. "you seem to have perfect timing." He whispers to me. "Really you should thank Atlas, without her whackass sleep schedule we wouldn't be able to do this." I press my body against his and look up into his eyes. "Or this," I start sucking gently on his neck. "Fuckk." Caspian digs his hand into my waist.

I pull him to the bed and he lies down, pulling me on top of him. "No, I want to do something else." I roll over to put Caspian on top of me. The towel slips off his waist and I feel his burning member pressing against my abdomen. He kisses me softly— tentatively, but I deepen the kiss, desperately molding his lips to mine. I shimmy out of the athletic shorts I put on this morning and thrust my hips upwards to grind against his thigh.

He presses his leg against my cunt and I cry out in pleasure. "Caspian," I moan his name. He begins to kiss my neck and I take the opportunity to push his head down further. He places wet kisses down my stomach before reaching the waistband of my thong. I tangle my hands in his hair, urging him on. He slowly slips of my underwear and drags his tongue across my lips. I feel my sex throbbing as he finds my clit, sucking on it gently, then flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuckk," I moan in pure pleasure. He continues sucking on my clit and sticks a finger inside me, pumping in a steady rhythm. I moan loudly as I feel the pressure start to build in the bottom of my spine. "More," Caspian slides a second finger inside me and starts to quicken his pace, increasing my pleasure. "Caspian I'm going to cum." He keeps his pace and I cum all over his fingers, my juices running down his hand. I close my eyes and welcome in the pure bliss following my orgasm.

Caspian kisses up my neck and lightly on my lips before collapsing on the bed beside me, I hadn't noticed that he had came while he was eating me out. Did he really enjoy it that much?

We lie there for a few moments, catching our breath and recovering from our intense orgasms. "Can I ask you a question?" Caspian turns to me. "Sure," I reply, rolling on my side to face him. "What is your middle name?" I giggle, "Thats an odd question to ask me after you just gave me head." He smiles looking slightly embarrassed, "It's just a question." I look stare at him for a moment, "Nevaeh."

He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, "heaven spelt backwards, it's very fitting." I roll my eyes, this is getting a little too personal for me. "I should go, your parents will be home soon and I still need to clean up the mess we made in the kitchen."

I grin, "Oh yeah I almost forgot, I brought you these." Caspian smiles as I hand him the cookies I brought upstairs. "I made them myself." He takes a bite out of one and his eyebrows shoot up. "These are really good," he says after swallowing. "Duh I'm the best baker there is." I say, slipping out of his bed. He watches me as I throw on my shorts and attempt to smooth my hair in his mirror. "See ya later babe." I wink at him while opening his door to leave. He gives me a small smile, "Bye Tempest."