Sydney’s P.O.V.

“Hey babe can you come in here?” I yelled into the living room and Harry came walking in with a smile on his face.

“Yea?” he asked.

“Can you reach that cake mix, I want to make a cake,” I said standing on my tippy toes trying to get the cake mix out of the back of the cupboard.

“Why are you making a cake?” he asked easily grabbing the box without even standing on his tippy toes.

“I don’t know I’m bored and I want something sweet,” I said and he nodded and went to hand me the box, holding it out I reached for it just as he jerked it back, a snicker leaving his perfect red lips.

“Babe,” I whined.

“Kiss first,” he said with a pout and I giggled as he stepped forward and pressed my back into the counter and kissed my lips, my hands wrapping around his neck and kissing back. I pushed on his chest a few moments later and he stepped back, handing me the box and walking around the counter to sit.

“So what your just going to watch me? and then except a piece later?” I asked and he nodded with a gleam in his eye, “come on you can help.” He sighed and got up and walked back around the table to me.

“On one condition,” he said and I looked at him with my eye brows raised in question. He reached back into the cupboard and came out with an apron.

“Harry I really don’t care if this shirt gets dirty,” I said.

“No you wear this with no shirt, or bra,” he said with a devious grin that exposed his dimple and I rolled my eyes.

“Fine but then you have to bake with no shirt on too,” I said and he pulled his shirt over his head like it was no big deal, I starred at his long torso, amazing v-lines and tattoos for a few moments till he snapped his fingers in my face and handed me the apron. I slid off the t-shirt I was wearing and turned my back to him teasingly as I slid off my bra and tied the apron into place, it just barely covered my nipples and it felt weird cooking food like this.

“Perfect...” he breathed when I turned around and I could feel my whole face turning red. I pulled some bowls and a cake pan out of the cupboard, and handed him the box.

“Get these ingredients,” I said and he nodded, walking to the fridge and getting the milk and eggs out. I poured the batter into the bowl and felt Harry graze my breast as he reached past me and poured the milk into the bowl, making me gasp and a pleasurable feeling to travel between my legs.

“Harry,” I warned and I felt his warm breath on my neck before he gently kissed it and sucked at the skin as his body pressed against my back and he cracked the two eggs into the bowl. I took the spoon in my hand trying to ignore the sucking and kissing on my bare back and neck and I stirred the batter till it was evened out and smooth. I turned towards Harry and pushed on him to walk to the stove and turn it on, I bent down to make sure there was nothing inside and I felt something wet and sticky land on my back before a tongue was licking it up. I straightened up and turned to see Harry smiling and licking his lips before he suddenly reached out and wiped batter on my nose.

“Harry!” I gasped and he laughed his adorable hyena laugh.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry babe,” he faked innocence and leaned in and licked a strip across my nose, making me cringe but get excited at the same time.

“Oh it’s fine,” I lied walking past him nonchalantly to scoop and finger full of batter out of the bowl and turn and lob it at his chest, splattering across the tan and smooth skin.

“Sydney!” he yelled shocked and I chuckled as his features softened and he motioned me forward with his finger. I walked forward and looked in his eyes briefly before I leaned down and ate the batter off his abs, chest and nipples, making a small moan escape his lips as I grazed over his nipples with my tongue.

“Ok no more, or we won’t have any for the cake,” I warned and he nodded. I walked over and poured the batter into the pan, smoothing it out just as he swooped in and wiped it across my face and side. I squealed and jumped to the side grabbing a handful I chucked it at him and it wet flying across his face and the floor. He then grabbed a handful and did the same, coating me in the thick sticky liquid.

“Harry Edward Styles! stop right now!” I yelled but I must not have sounded too convincing cause he lunged forward and grabbed me, slipping on the batter on the floor and tumbling down, landing on top of me, his arms the only things supporting his weight on either side of my head.

“I wanna lick it all off,” he said in a seductive tone and I felt my legs clenching together to stop the pleasure that was about to release a moan. He started with the small splattering of batter on my face, kissing and licking it off gently then he reached behind me neck and untied the apron, pulling it away from my breasts he kissed and licked at my nipples, making my back arch and grunts to escape my lips. He licked down my stomach, past my belly button and slid my sweats off, leaving me lying on the batter dirty floor in only my underwear. I felt his warm breath between my legs on my thighs and I spread my legs, asking for more attention. He kissed at my clothed center and I could feel the wetness pooling there, waiting for his touch. I watched him reach up onto the counter and come back with another handful of batter smearing it across my thighs and stomach he began eating it off me again, making me moan when his tongue dipped between my legs a little lower and his tongue lapped at my nipples again. He pulled my underwear off and immediately assaulted my clit, rolling his tongue up and down it and then disappearing to please my entrance for a few seconds before rubbing his tongue over my clit again and again. I felt his two fingers enter me and I lost my cool, holding in my moans didn’t seem like a good idea any more.

“Shit Harry, right there,” I moaned as he found a steady rhythm with his fingers and his tongue, flicking my clit recklessly.

“Shit babe I’m getting close,” I moaned and it all stopped, making me whimper at the untouched and lonely feeling. He crawled up my body unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans as he did so. Laying on top of me in only his boxers, his hard erection pressing through the fabric into my thigh. I thrust my hips up giving him some friction and he moaned, his mouth attaching to mine and kissing me deep and hard. His tongue slid into my mouth and I moaned, feeling our tongues dancing seductively. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I grabbed onto the back of his head, tangling my sticky hands into the curls on the nape of his neck.

“Suck my dick baby,” he moaned into my ear and I pushed him off of me and onto the floor where I had been laying. I removed his boxers and reached for a little batter, coating his dick I winked at him before I slid my mouth down onto him, tasting the chocolately cake batter instantly. I moaned at the weird sensation the batter added and he ended up groaning, feeling my moan vibrate his hard cock.

“God yes Sydney, clean up all the batter on my cock babe,” he said and I bobbed my head, swallowing around him and tasting the batter go down my throat. I cupped his balls in my other hand and kneaded and messaged them gently making his hips buck up and his cock to slid to the back of my throat many times.

“Shit baby I’m close,” he said pushing on my head and I removed from his now clean dick with a pop. He roughly laid me back down on the floor and positioned himself between my legs, leaning down and kissing me, letting his tip prod and tease my entrance before I shifted and the tip slid inside of me.

“Mnmm yes Sydney your so warm,” he moaned sitting up and grabbing my hips and shoving the rest of the way inside me, giving me no time to adjust to his size before he was rapidly and roughly slamming into my pussy.

“God yes Harry,” I moaned feeling his dick dragging in and out of me giving me extreme pleasure.

“Your so tight Syd,” he moaned against my collar bone and I could feel him sucking a purple mark into my skin.

“Harry faster,” I moaned feeling the warm heat tightening in the pit of my stomach and I so badly wanting him to pound right into my g-spot.

“Shit Harry yes!” I screamed feeling his tip hit my g-spot dead on, he moved his hips so that he was hitting it with every thrust and I literally thought I’d see stars any moment. I started to move my hips against his giving him all new angles and making my pussy clench around him.

“Fuck Sydney don’t stop,” he moaned and I gripped my nails into his shoulders and moved my hips as fast as he was thrusting his achingly hard cock inside me.

“God Harry I’m getting close,” I moaned and all he could do was nod, too many moans escaping his lips to talk.

“Shit Sydney I’m cumming,” he moaned as I felt his warm liquid releasing inside me, making me closer to the edge. He reached between our bodies as he rode out his high and ran his thumb over my clit, messaging figure eights into the nub.

“Yes Harry I’m cumming, don’t stop,” I moaned as he picked up the pace on his thrusting and rubbing. I came onto his cock hard and long and then he was pulling out and collapsing onto the floor next to me, dried cake batter in his curls and on his cheek.

“I could go for some cake now,” he said and I rolled my eyes and laughed, getting up I slid my apron back on and worked around him on the floor finishing our much smaller cake.

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