"Come on," Baron whispered to himself.
His hand was moving up and down on his dick. He had been lazy the last hour, just lying in bed, and now he had become horny. He figured a quick round with his right hand would do the trick instead of walking out of the bedroom in search of Ceecee. After all, he had gone to the bedroom to give her some peace and quiet while she finished working on the current jingle she had been hired to do. She was a killer behind a keyboard. He would never understand how she could keep coming up with jingles for radio and tv ads but he was proud of her.
"Mmm!" He moaned lowly.
He was close but still not there yet. The door opened and he moved his eyes over to Ceecee who was standing there with a spoon in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other. Her long, carrot red hair was a mess. She had it up in a messy bun when he walked into the bedroom an hour ago. She was the cutest when her hair was a mess like that. She put a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth without ever moving her pale blue eyes away from him. She licked the spoon clean and twisted a sideways smile at him.
"This looks cozy," she said.
He slowed down and moved his hand slowly up and down.
"Don't stop because of me," she said.
"I was hoping you would join me," he said.
"I don't know, babe. I quite like this ice cream," she said.
"What flavor is it?" He asked.
"Banana," she grinned. "My favorite."
She walked over to the bed while still keeping her eyes firmly planted on him.
"Maybe I just need another type of banana," she said.
She straddled his legs and smeared ice cream over his dick. He hissed at the cold but waited in anticipation.
"This looks delicious," she smirked. "I hope you don't mind if I have a little taste."
"Knock yourself out," he smirked back.
She leaned down and started licking his dick. He let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes. It didn't take long before she took him fully in her mouth and sucked him like only she knew how to do. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and moaned louder and louder.
"Ceecee!" He growled.
That was her only warning and she kept sucking so he let go and came in a hoarse cry. She slowly moved her mouth up and released his dick. He opened his eyes and was met by her grin.
"How was it, banana boy?" She asked.
He let out a laugh and shook his head.
"You're not calling me that again," he said.
"Banana boy," she teased.
"Try it one more time and I'm gonna tie you to the bed, get some ice cubes, and put you through an hour long torture," he said.
She knew he wasn't one to put out empty threads when it came to sex. If he said he would do something, he would follow through. It was up to her whether she wanted him to follow through or not.
She kept smiling and got out of bed with the remains of the ice cream. She walked over to the door, looked back at him, and gave him the most naughty look she could.
"Banana boy," she said.