The kitchen was dimly lit, the hum of the party muffled by the closed door. Addie stood by the sink, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she licked frosting from her fingers. Her dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped in, her petite frame leaning casually against the counter.

“Hungry?” she teased, holding up her plate of cake. Before I could answer, she dipped her finger into the cake and swiped a glob of icing across my cheek. I froze, startled, but her laughter—light, flirty, and almost daring—pulled me in.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, scooping up a piece of cake from the plate. She didn’t flinch, just tilted her head with that same grin. In one swift motion, I smeared it across her face. She gasped, her hand flying to her cheek, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Oh, you’re really asking for it now,” she said, her voice low and teasing. She grabbed another handful of icing, and before I could react, she smeared it down my chest, her fingers brushing against my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. The coolness of the icing made me shiver, but the heat in her gaze sent a different kind of thrill through me.

I retaliated without hesitation. My fingers dove into the cake, and I pressed a dollop of icing onto her breast, swirling it around her nipple. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as my hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and the way her chest rose and fell told me she was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Not fair,” she murmured, her voice breathy. She reached for the cake again, her fingers coated in frosting as she slid them inside my shirt, spreading the sweetness over my other nipple. The sensation was electric—cool at first, then warm as her fingertips brushed against me. My cock stirred in my pants, already half-hard from the playful tension between us.

I couldn’t resist. I grabbed more icing and, with a smirk, slid my hand down the front of her shorts, past the waistband of her panties. Her breath caught as my fingers grazed her mound, already damp with arousal. I spread the icing over her, feeling the soft curls of hair and the heat of her skin beneath my touch.

Her hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of cake. She didn’t hesitate, pushing her hand into my pants and coating my hardening cock with the sticky sweetness. I groaned, the sensation both unexpected and intoxicating. Her fingers wrapped around me, slick with icing, and she began to stroke slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

Then she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the icing from my face. Her breath was hot against my skin, and the way her lips brushed against me sent a jolt of desire straight to my groin. But she stopped abruptly, pulling away with a wicked smile.

“Come on,” she whispered, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the back door. The cool night air hit us as we stepped onto the deck, but Addie didn’t stop until we were hidden behind a tree in the backyard.

She pressed me against the rough bark, her body flush against mine. Her hands were everywhere—on my chest, in my hair, sliding down to grip my cock again. I groaned as she began to stroke me faster, her fingers slick with icing and pre-cum.

“You taste so good,” she murmured, licking the remnants of cake from my neck. I could feel her wetness against my thigh as she ground against me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

My hands found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts as I pressed kisses along her collarbone. She moaned softly, arching into my touch, and I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my lips. “You taste even better,” I breathed into her ear.

In a fake French accent, she laughed softly and said, “Let him eat cake… and you know where I have the rest.”

Her breath hitched as I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs to the waistband of her shorts. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of her arousal mingling with the sweet remnants of icing. I undid the button of her shorts with a swift flick, pulling them down along with her lacy panties in one smooth motion. They pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them, her bare body gleaming faintly under the moonlight.

I didn’t waste a second. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as my mouth found her soft, damp bush. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I began to lick her pussy, savoring the mix of sweetness from the icing and the tang of her natural juices. She tasted divine, like a decadent dessert I couldn’t get enough of. My tongue explored every inch of her, swirling around her clit before plunging into her slick entrance. She moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth, and I responded by pressing harder, lapping at her with relentless precision.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice trembling as my fingers joined the party, sliding inside her wetness while my tongue continued to work her clit. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until I could feel the vibrations of her pleasure reverberating through my lips. But then I remembered—we weren’t alone. The party was still going on inside, and the last thing we needed was for someone to stumble out here and catch us.

I slid up, pressing a finger to her lips. “Shh,” I whispered, my voice low and urgent. “They’ll hear you.”

She nodded, her eyes dark with need, but a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “There’s only one way to silence me,” she said, her voice barely audible. Before I could respond, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands swiftly undoing my shorts and pulling them down. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, already slick with pre-cum.

Addie wasted no time. Her warm mouth enveloped me in one swift motion, and I had to bite back a groan as she began to suck me off with a skill that left me breathless. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before plunging deeper, taking more of me into her mouth. Her hands gripped the base of my cock, stroking in rhythm with her mouth, and I could feel the pressure building already.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my fingers tightening in her hair as she worked me over. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the spark of mischief in them as she pulled back slightly, licking the length of my shaft before taking me back into her mouth. The sensations were overwhelming—the warmth of her mouth, the tightness of her throat, the way her tongue danced over me with such precision.

But I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. I reached down, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up onto shaky legs. She giggled softly, her lips glistening with a mix of saliva and pre-cum, and I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. Her hands were already exploring my body again, sliding under my shirt to trace the muscles of my chest before moving lower, her fingers brushing against the aching hardness between my legs.

“Take me,” she whispered against my lips, her breath hot and urgent. “Right here.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I spun her around, pressing her against the rough bark of the tree as I positioned myself behind her. Her ass pressed against my cock, and I could feel the heat of her pussy even before I lined myself up. I reached down, guiding myself to her entrance, and as soon as the tip of my cock brushed against her wetness, she arched her back, pushing herself toward me.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.

I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and relief, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. She breathed heavily against my palm, her body tightening around me as I began to move. Each thrust was deliberate, deep, and unhurried, driving us both closer to the edge.

Her hands clawed at the tree bark for support as I picked up the pace, my hips slamming against hers with a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the night air, punctuated by her muffled moans and my own labored breathing. Her pussy clenched around me, her walls gripping me like a glove, and I knew she was close.

“I’m… I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice breaking as I felt her body begin to tremble.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles as I continued to thrust into her. Her legs buckled, and she came with a shuddering cry, her pussy contracting around me in waves of ecstasy. The sensation was too much for me to hold back any longer. With a groan, I buried myself deep inside her one final time, my own release crashing over me as I spilled into her.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trembling and breathless, before I slowly pulled out and turned her around. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the tree for support.

“Wow,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but filled with amusement. “That was… unexpected.”

I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Unexpected? Or exactly what you wanted?”

She smirked, leaning in to kiss me softly. “Let’s just say… it’s been a long time since I’ve had cake that good.”

Her laugh was light and flirty, and I couldn’t help but pull her closer, our bodies still humming with the afterglow of our encounter. But then she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully.

“You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “there’s still some icing left on that cake…”