A/N: Instead of being a good religious person I decided to gift an Easter bonus chapter. If you celebrate then Happy Easter. If not, happy bonus porn chapter. Also, I've decided this will be updated weekly on Fridays, but there might be occasional bonus chapters if the inspiration strikes.
They weren't religious by any stretch of the imagination. Most of the time they just let Easter pass them by, but they were older now and things were different. Their family made things different. So different that Spencer was walking around the kitchen with her long curled hair cascading down her back, the top half pinned back like she preferred most days now that the unfortunate bangs she once had were thankfully left in the past. The dress bright floral dress with Easter appropriate colors was loosely fitted, cinched in the middle with a belt, the hem coming down to her knees. It wasn't more in that moment that she knew she was a far cry from the teenager wearing short skirts in Rosewood.
She was doing her best to finish decorating the little bunny cake she decided upon making the previous night after being at some kind of war with herself, taking this far too serious. Needless to say she was up half the night worrying about it and redoing parts of it until exhaustion got the better part of her.. She was not the best baker in the world...or cook for that matter. Mostly that was Caleb's duty, but this year she wanted to try on her own.
Mainly because their five year old daughter was adamant about having a bunny cake. Sure, Spencer could have just bought one and if things continued to fail she would need to call someone to rescue her, but she wanted to try.
Luckily for her, she could feel mountains of stress without letting it show, a forced smile on her face the entire time she stood at the island in their kitchen, the icing bag filled with pastel pink icing doing her best to cover the chocolate cake that was not so pretty.
It was then she felt arms around her and a kiss at her neck.
"Spence," Caleb whispered, "she's not going to know whether you made it or bought it. She will know that cake looks like someone murdered a bunny."
She elbowed him, "It doesn't look that bad."
"It does."
She continued to ice it anyway, ignoring her husband's comment, glancing up as to where the little girl who looked so much like herself was coloring in her Easter themed coloring book they gifted her...along with too much stuff really. Only children were meant to be spoiled. She could already see the little perfectionist they were raising. At least this time it was genetic. They weren't forcing anything upon her the way it was forced when she was a child. It was the Hastings way. Only her daughter wasn't a Hastings. She was a Rivers. It left her with less to live up to. Carrying the world on her shoulders wasn't good for anyone.
The more she continued on the worse the cake became, the icing making it look like...a murdered bunny. "Please tell me you knew this and ordered one like you always do." It was a little something Caleb did so they didn't have disaster after disaster. At first she was offended by it, but now...now she expected him to help her out.
"I did," he kissed her neck, his hands traveling down to the hem of her dress, "Your dad said he'll pick it up."
"How did you manage that one?"
"I told him," he kissed her neck again, hand slipping up under her dress, "that his granddaughter would love it if he brought a bunny cake as a surprise because his daughter will only get upset if she knows I didn't have enough faith in her to pull it off."
"You're becoming more like a Hastings every day." She just wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. Suddenly she was aware of how high his hands went. "Caleb, she's right there."
"I won't do anything inappropriate."
"Liar. You're already dangerously close."
But before they could get any further she heard the doorbell ring and lightly pushed Caleb away. "Put the murdered bunny in the fridge. I'll eat in the middle of the night when I'm pretending calories don't count." She just couldn't bare to throw it out. Plus, it'd still taste fine. How pretty it looked mattered to little girls, but not her. She made her way to the front door and was greeted by Aria and Ezra, along with the little girl the same age as her own. She only saw her for a moment before the she was blown right past and left to hear the instant giggles from both the little girls.
"Come in," she stepped aside and closed the door once they were in. "Just set that down anywhere."
"Woah, Spence. What happened to your kitchen?" Aria asked once they all made their way from the front door to the back part of the house where the kitchen was.
"She tried to make a cake," Caleb answered for her.
"And the cake tried to kill her?" Ezra asked.
"Shut up," she whined, throwing a plastic egg at Ezra.
"Mommy!" Her own daughter cried as it flew past her head.
"Sorry," she said almost sheepishly. Though soon Caleb was at her side again, the girls going back to their chatter and his hand feeling her up through her dress. She enjoyed his inability to keep his hands to himself, but sometimes it was at the worst of times. Like now.
"Can you two watch the girls for a few?" He asked, "There are some extra things in the attic we forgot."
"Can I eat this?" Aria asked, eyeing the platter of cheese on the counter, "Yeah, sure we'll watch them but serious, can I get eat this?"
"Eat whatever you want," Spencer nodded before following Caleb out who yanked at her hand like they were a couple of teenagers. "Caleb, where are you going?"
He didn't answer and instead pulled her inside of the laundry room, pushing her up against the wall, and sank down to his knees without thinking twice about it.
"Caleb, we can't. They are right out there."
"The kids are being watched. Aria is probably stuffing her face on the cheese platter you made to impress your parents, and Ezra is probably making those funny faces that made the girls laugh endlessly. And you," he continued, his hand slipping up her dress, grazing at her thigh one by one, "are getting an orgasm because I can see how uptight you are."
"I'm not uptight." She denied, but still spread her legs for him.
"You stand like your spine is made out of a metal rod and last night during sex all you were doing was listing everything that could go wrong."
"I didn't...fine. Keep going. The more talking you do the less getting off I'm doing." She was encouraging him now. The worst that happened was they got caught and that wouldn't be the first time. She tried not to think about that though. Instead she focused on the way his hands slowly moved up her thighs and how his earlier touches got her more wet than she thought they had.
"No panties?" He smirked, running his fingers through her folds, teasing her what felt like endlessly.
"I found this strange note pinned to this dress telling me not to. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?" She asked as she pulled the hem of her dress up, looking down at him with her eyebrow arched.
"No," he denied as he kissed at her inner thigh. "Whoever did it is a mad genius though."
"If you keep teasing me I'll leave."
"No, you won't." Which is why he kissed at her thigh again.
"Caleb," she whined.
His mouth finally found her cunt and kissed along the length of it, barely, the feel of his lips against her was far too light for her liking. It always managed to get her when he was like this...down on his knees focusing on her, the feel of his stubble against her because he refused to shave, his heated breath only making her hotter than he made her just by existing.
But then she felt his lips against her clit.
Instantly she moved against him, wanting more, needing more, even if that meant all but forcing him to give it to her. She kept on hand holding up the fabric of her dress while her free hand found his head, threading her fingers through his hair, pushing him towards her now dripping cunt, far too desperate to do anything but make him use his tongue on her. "I won't give you head from now until next Easter if you don't get on with it." And that was certainly a threat she could keep. Not that it was all that much of a threat when she gave Caleb access to every other part of her body, parts he liked far more than her mouth.
Just like she expected the threat worked and the pleasure she so desperately craved was given to her as he sucked on her swollen and wanting clit. It was gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation, before he cared less about being careful and cared more about giving her what she wanted. It was on the edge of being too much, but not quite. Certainly not as she arched herself to give his mouth more access to her, her fingers tugging none too gently at his hair, her head hitting the back of the wall as she moaned out in pleasure.
"Fuck, I needed this." Spencer finally came to admit, only proving just how well he knew her and exactly what she needed.
At least until he stopped.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was far more harsh than she intended, but he was building her up only to yank it all away.
Caleb didn't respond and used his tongue to explore every inch of her, alternating between sucking and using his tongue to create new sensations for her. And then his tongue was inside of her, this thumb on her clit, furiously, causing her to buck more against him. She was growing desperate to come and let all the tension fall away from her body.
She only grew hotter with each touch, hiking her leg over his shoulder, giving him all of her. There was once a time in which she was shyer than now, but that was a time of the past. She'd stand there and spread herself open if that meant he did what he was oh, so good at with his tongue. There was also a time in when she wasn't so demanding. None of that was now.
"Finger me. Your mouth is far better elsewhere," she instructed, growing impatient, on the edge of frustrated.
They didn't have time for her to bring her to the edge over and over only to yank back at the last possible second. She didn't need her parents showing up right when she was about to come. Her thoughts came to a stop when his index and middle finger were suddenly inside of her and his tongue began to lap at her clit, Caleb not taking any mercy on her or her body.
Which is exactly what she wanted.
She wanted her body to burn right until the moment her body couldn't hold off any longer. She wanted for her legs to shake and barely be able to hold herself together. She wanted to ride his fingers and when he stood have the evidence of just what he did hidden behind the door of their laundry room all over his lips and chin. None of this was Easter appropriate but God would just have to forgive her later.
His free hand found her ass and gave it a rough squeeze, her cunt grinding against his mouth, pushing herself down desperately against his fingers, enjoying the feeling of fucking herself on him and having him at her mercy. If they had more time she'd of told him to lie on the tile and rode his face for all it was worth. She'd have to take this now.
A loud slap rang in the air. "Fuck, Caleb," she moaned as the cheek of her ass burned in all the right ways. "Do it again." A demand that was followed as he slapped her again, biting down harshly on her lip to keep from crying out. Ever since their daughter she learned to be quieter, but some moments came in which all she wanted to do was scream for him.
Like now. It was a struggle to keep quiet and by the third slap against her ass she was gone. She didn't even try to control herself as her back arched and she could feel how completely she was against his mouth, pulling at his hair far too harsh, the noise he made vibrating through her body in a way that only added to her pleasure, the one leg on the floor shaking, barely holding her steady.
Finally her body came to a still and he pulled his mouth away from her, gently moving her leg so it was back on the floor. The entire weight of her body leaned against the wall as she felt like jelly...perfectly satisfied jelly. Then he kissed her and her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, as she wordlessly thanked him. It didn't hurt she could taste herself on his tongue. Something that was always hot.
"Can you walk?" Caleb asked once they broke for air.
"My legs are shaking. Give me a minute." But it wasn't a complaint. Not as she smiled.
He stole another kiss from her, "You can repay me later...with interest."
She laughed against his lips before she heard the doorbell rang. "Those my parents. We should go so we don't look like we've been up to no good."
"We haven't been up to any good. What would Jesus think of us?"
"Shh," she whispered against his lips and kissed him again, one final time before they had to go back to being civilized adults rather than horny ones. "Now go." As Caleb walked off she gave a smack of his ass. "You're mine tonight, Rivers."
