Allen Jameson had it all—the perfect house, the perfect partner, the perfect life—until his partner, Gary, died suddenly, leaving him alone in the real world, where life isn't so pretty and people make mistakes.
Now Allen is the owner of Sweet ‘n’ Sassy Cupcake Shop, a cute boutique downtown, where he invents delicious flavors like strawberry and French meringue. Between working long hours and making special orders, Allen barely has time to think.
Then a hunky contractor walks into his shop looking for a treat. Allen and Byron Bannigan are total opposites, but they're perfect together—salty and sweet like Allen’s signature peanut butter and chocolate ganache cupcakes. But as Allen struggles to juggle his business and his boyfriend, he learns he can only handle so much. He may have to choose between the cupcakes in his store and the cupcake in his bed.
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“Pizza?” The eager smile made him feel so good.
“Works for me. I’m a meat man, and I like anchovies, though it’s not a must.”
“What’s your position on olives?” Allen asked.
“As long as you don’t make me have a martini, I can deal.”
“I’ve never quite developed the taste for gin.”
“I hate them.” Bit grinned. “I had dinner with this one guy. Well, I was supposed to have dinner. We never made it past the cocktails.”
“No? Okay, save your story, let me order supper.”
He chuckled. “The story’s not nearly as interesting as you.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
“Don’t doubt your appeal, Allen.”
Allen pinked, went to the computer, and started typing. “Beer or wine?”
“Oh, for pizza it has to be beer, doesn’t it?” It wasn’t like they were going to be driving. And he was presuming, but he couldn’t help it.
“Exceptional point. Cannolis?”
He liked the way Allen thought. It never would have occurred to him to order more than just the pizza.
A moment later, Allen hung up and turned to him. “They’ll be about forty-five minutes.”
“So we have forty-five minutes to kill, eh? Whatever shall we do?” He grinned at Allen.
“Pool? TV?” Allen’s eyes were dancing.
“Pool has potential. Especially if I need you to show me a move or two.”
“You’re taller than me. You’ll have to show me.”
“As long as we’re snuggled up together, I’m not picky who’s showing who.”
Nodding, Allen moved to the cue rack and picked one out. Bit joined him, standing close. Allen’s tight, tiny ass pushed right up against his cock. Groaning, he pushed right back, let Allen feel him firm up for the man.
“Mmm. B. You’re warm.”
“Getting downright hot, actually.”
That happy little chuckle made him smile, and he slid his hand down to wrap around Allen’s hip.
“Are you going to show me how to play?” Allen asked.
“Mmm. I do believe I am.” Leaning down and over Allen’s shoulder, he rubbed their cheeks together.
Allen felt like heaven underneath him, stretching and shifting. Wanting Allen to feel just as good, he let his free hand drift to rub Allen’s belly. “You smell good.”
“Do you think so? It’s just soap and shampoo.”
“And you.” Burying his nose in Allen’s neck, he breathed in deeply.
“Oh….” He felt Allen shiver, ass rocking back against him.
He nodded, licked the neck he’d been sniffing. “God, I want you, Allen.”
“Oh.” His tiny little ass rolled again, Allen rubbing against his cock.
Pressing his hand against Allen’s package, Bit pulled Allen back against him. Hard, heavy in his pants, Allen’s prick pressed toward Bit’s touch.
“Let me touch you,” he murmured, lips moving on Allen’s skin.
“Yes. Yes, please.” Allen nodded, head bobbing. He reached one of his hands down, sliding the zipper open.
After moving his hand long enough to let Allen undo the zipper and pop open his top button, Bit slid his hand into Allen’s underwear, moaning as his fingers connected with hot, silky flesh.
The touch got him a soft cry, the sound desperate and hungry. He was willing to bet no one but Allen had touched this flesh since his lover had died. Wrapped his fingers around Allen’s cock, Bit tugged it out into the air.
Thick, eager, Allen’s cock pushed along his palm. Moaning against Allen’s neck, he rubbed across the tip, revelling in the hot drop that pushed against his thumb and spread around the head. He could smell Allen now, musky and male, wanton.
Licking his way up Allen’s neck to his chin, Bit brought their lips together as his hand slowly worked the velvet flesh in his hand.
The pool cue clattered to the table, but he ignored it and began stroking Allen faster.
“Oh. Oh God. B. B, please….” Sweet, hungry man.
“I’ve got you, Allen. I won’t leave you hanging.” He sped up the movements of his hand, pressing half kisses on Allen’s lovely, gasping lips. Hips wild and desperate, Allen fucked his fist.
It made him hum, and he got off on the way Allen’s ass rubbed back against his cock. Leaking on his fingers, Allen dripping for him. “Love how much you need.”
Allen moaned, tongue flicking out, wetting those sweet lips.
“I want to smell you.”
“Oh God.” Jerking, Allen shot and poured out into Bit’s hand.
Groaning, he kept stroking, dragging out Allen’s orgasm. Movements continuing, Allen’s jerks becoming random, rough. Bit kept rubbing his prick along Allen’s ass, the sensation making him groan.
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