Cupcake (3 page)

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I’m sorry,” she chanted over and over. “Please,” she pleaded, her heavy breathing desperate for relief. Her pussy pulling my fingers deeper inside her.

“That’s a good little...” my eye caught the glimmer of gold around her necklace and the letters spelling out Cupcake. Perfect, since she tasted better than a cupcake, “...Cupcake,” I growled in her ear. “You can cum now, Cupcake.” Curling my fingers inside her, I worked her g-spot fast and hard. It didn’t take long before she was coming all over my hand, drenching my fingers in her sweet cream.

Softly, I kissed her lips as she came down from her high. We needed to get out of there and now. I needed to get a real taste her sweet pussy before I took her completely with every inch of my dick. Releasing my fingers from her, I took a few steps back and helped her back on her feet.

“Now go tell my sister you need to go home, then meet me in the parking lot,” I ordered.

Pippa pulled her dress down over her hips and agreed to meet me in five minutes out by my car. Watching the hypnotic sway of her hips as she walked through the kitchen, I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place and fuck every inch of her gorgeous body.

Five minutes on the dot, Pippa appeared in the parking lot, looking very eager to continue our night of fun.

She stopped in front of me, and before I could get in a word she started to talk, “Look before I get into your car there’s something I need you to know. I’m just coming out of a relationship that ended badly. I’m not looking for anything more than a night of sex to help clear my head. So I hope you don’t mind that I’m just using you for your dick?”

I stepped into her personal space and cupped her cheek in my hand. “Cupcake, I don’t mind at all. In fact, I prefer it that way. This is just one night for the two of us to get the release we need. It’s sex and nothing more.”

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now take me back to your place and fuck me until I can’t think straight,” she purred, running her hand behind my neck and pulling me to her lips.

I felt relieved hearing her say she wanted nothing more than sex. My career was too important for me to be distracted by a clingy girlfriend, who complained that I was not there enough for her.

I helped her into my car, then slid into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life as we pulled into the dark streets of Boston. I glanced over at Pippa, the street lights making her soft alabaster skin glow in the darkness. She was so damn beautiful. Whoever this damn fool was that broke her heart was one dumb fuck for giving up such a goddess. His loss, my gain.

“Hike up your dress, I want to play with that juicy pussy of yours.”

She gripped the hem of her dress, hesitating at first, then slowly pulled the navy blue fabric up over her hips. Her legs spread open for me, her pussy lips glistening under the street lights. My mouth already watering for a taste.

Reaching my hand over, my fingers slid with ease over her lips, coating every inch of my fingers. “You like it when I play with your pussy, don’t you?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth, nodding her head. Hips already rocking against my hand. “My ex rarely ever went down on me.” She softly moaned as I rolled her clit between my fingers. The air in my car filled with the scent of her pussy.

“He’s a damn fool. If you were mine, I’d eat your pussy morning, noon and night. Hell, I’ve only had a tiny taste and I’m already hooked.” My fingers pushed inside her, the palm of my hand rubbed against her clit.

“Fuck, Grayson that feels so damn good,” she murmured.

“If you think my fingers feel good, just wait until my dick is inside you.”

We pulled into my garage, her tight little pussy pulsating all around my fingers. She was close but I wanted her coming on my tongue. I slipped my fingers from inside her, bringing them up to her mouth, running her sweet honey along her lips, letting her taste how good she was. Pippa grabbed my hand, her smooth, warm tongue slid along my fingers before sucking them into her mouth. I could feel my dick getting jealous from the attention my fingers were getting.

“You gonna do that to my cock later?” I asked with a sly grin.

She released my fingers with a pop. Her pretty hazel eyes peeked up at me through her long lashes. “Only if you’re a good boy and make me cum again with these skillful hands of yours.”

“I’m going to do one better and make you cum with my tongue.” I climbed out of my car and walked around to the passenger’s side and helped her out.

She pulled her dress down then followed me inside the house. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and flicked on the lights. Pippa walked around to my empty dining room.

“Did you just move in?” she asked, running her hands over the cardboard boxes.

I stalked up behind her, sweeping her hair away from her neck. “About ten months ago.” My lips ghosted down her neck while my hand pulled the zipper down on her dress, letting it pool at her feet.

“I’m guessing you hate unpacking?” She nervously laughed. I could tell her nerves were starting to take over. The confident woman I’d met at the restaurant fading a little.

“Shhh. No more talking. Just relax, Cupcake, I’m going to take real good care of you.” My fingers worked open her bra, tossing it over my shoulder, hands cupping her full tits. They were firm and soft and perfect. Her pale pink nipples were hard as rocks as I tweaked them between my fingers. She let out a hungry moan when I pressed the seam of my pants against her ass, letting her feel how fucking hard she was making me. My cock ached to fuck her tight pussy, but we had all night for that.

I dropped to my knees behind her, then positioned myself on my back on the cold wooden floors, between her legs. Looking up at her pretty little pussy, she was so turned on her juices were dripping down her thighs. Her clit was swollen and pink, like a ripe cherry ready to be plucked.

“Now sit, I want to bury my tongue deep inside that pretty pussy of yours,” I demanded.

She did as she was told, slowly sinking down over my mouth. My hands gripped her hips, helping position her over my mouth. She let out a loud moan the moment my mouth latched onto her clit. She steadied herself, resting her hands on her knees, spreading her legs nice and wide for me.

Pippa looked so goddamn sexy riding my face wearing nothing but her red heels. That image of her will forever be burned into my brain. My tongue lavished every inch of her sweet lips. Her nectar dripping down my chin, and she tasted like the most sinful, decadent dessert I’d ever had.

Her head dropped back as my tongue pushed inside her. Sweet moans falling from her lips as I ate her out. Her hips bouncing against my tongue until she’d finally found her release, coming all over my mouth.

“Fuck!” I cry out, blowing my load all over my stomach. That makes number four for the night. Distracting myself with a game tape didn’t help for shit. Pippa keeps finding a way to creep into back into my thoughts.

I climb out of bed and pad over to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. Maybe a trip to the gym will help get my mind off Pippa.

Twenty minutes later, I drop my gym bag in one of the lockers. Grabbing a towel, then head out to the cardio room to warm up on the treadmill before going to the weight room. The gym is quiet, just one other person crazy enough to hit up the gym at nine at night. I walk along the rows of empty stationary bikes and elliptical machines to the treadmills, finding one positioned right in front of the television with Sportscenter playing on it. Slinging my towel over the computer screen of the treadmill I step up on. I’m just about to hit the start button when out of the corner of my eye I see a woman dressed in a pink sports bra and black yoga pants striding up to one of the ellipticals in the row in front of me. Checking the mirror, that’s when I see her face...

Cupcake.

“Turn on, you son of a bitch,” I shout smacking my vibrator against my hand. “I just put new batteries in you yesterday.” I give it a shake then turn the dial again, the soft vibrations bringing a smile to my face. “Thank God.”

All nine inches of my James Deen vibrator push inside me with ease, bringing mild relief to my aching pussy. There was a time this thing gave me some of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. After having sex with tiny dick Mark for three years, my middle finger did a better job of getting me off than he ever did. But after one night with Grayson and his magic dick, this thing now feels like I’m being fucked by a pretzel stick.

Three days ago, I had the most incredible night of hot sex I’ve ever had with my best friend’s brother. Grayson Bennett looks like the sweet all-American boy next door, but beneath his charming personality beats the heart of a dirty talking alpha, who with just a single touch of his hand brought me to my knees.

I don’t know what got into me that night. Grayson was standing in the doorway of Lexi’s kitchen, with that sexy grin and the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I knew I had to have him on top of me, under me, inside me. At first, I thought it was because it had been eight months since I’d fucked anything that didn’t require batteries. But it’s been three days and I can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve already burned through an entire package of batteries trying to give my body the same release Grayson had done with just his fucking fingers.

His fingers alone have ruined me for all other men.

Now I know why they say he has the best hands in the NFL. And his dick—his perfect thick beautiful dick—makes my pussy dripping wet at the mere thought of it.

I turn my attention over to my laptop, the screen set to a picture of Grayson, shirtless on the cover of
Men’s Health Magazine
. He has an amazing body, broad muscular shoulders, a long, lean muscular chest and six pack abs that felt so good against my tongue.

I close my eyes and imagine Grayson is on top of me. His muscles flexing under his warm tanned skin as he thrusts in and out of me. His mouth latching onto my breast, teeth gently nipping at my taut nipple. The image sets my body on fire, just seeing his face makes me even wetter. The sounds of my vibrator working in and out of my wet cunt fills the room.

I’m on the edge, ready to fall when my vibrator loses power, denying me the release I’m so desperate for. “Goddamn it!” I shout tossing the useless thing to the bed.

Why did I have to tell him I only wanted one night? We could have come to some sort of agreement. He lets me have his dick a few nights a week, and I promise to stay away during game weekends. We both get what we want, and I don’t have to deal with a whiny boyfriend, who bitches about me being gone so much.

When I started my blog four years ago, I had no clue the success it would bring me. It was just supposed to be a place where I could share my journey through Europe, learning how to make some of the most delicious desserts the world had to offer. After I got back to the states, I wanted to show the handful of dedicated followers that I’d collected, how to make these complicated desserts at home but in a much simpler way. As I became more comfortable with my new found skills, I started experimenting with my own recipes. And now, three years later, I have three published cookbooks and my own television baking show. All of which eat up most of my time. I still maintain my blog with weekly recipes and advice, my show tapes four days a week, and I travel all over the world meeting my fans and teaching them how to bake. My job is one of the reasons Mark and I broke up. He hated that I was gone so much, but this is my job and I love it. He could never see that. So I gave him a choice, he could either support me or there was the door—he chose the door. I wasn’t sad to see him go.

Mark wanted a Suzy Homemaker that greeted him at the door with a cocktail and had a hot meal waiting for him every night. Plus, he expected me to do all the work in bed, and as soon as he got off he was done whether or not I was.

So when Lexi told me her brother was just as ambitious and dedicated to his career as I am of mine, I knew he’d understand why I just needed sex and nothing more. But then that fucker had to go and turn my world upside down with the best sex I’ve ever had. Now my pussy is begging me to call Lexi and get her brother’s number so I can get another fix of Grayson and his magic dick.

I finish myself off with my fingers, but it’s not enough to quench my thirst. I debate on whether I should get dressed and go down to the sex shop and buy every dildo they have to try and find the one that replicates Grayson. I feel oddly like the prince from Cinderella, but instead of searching for the foot that fits the shoe, I’m looking for the dick that fits my pussy.

There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus on my recipes for the week’s blog posts, and sleep is sure as hell not going to happen. Maybe an hour at the gym will help wear myself out enough so I can sleep tonight.

Stepping inside the cardio room at the gym, I find the place practically empty, which means I won’t have to fight for one of the good ellipticals with the built in television. The moment I step up on my machine, I feel a pair of eyes on me. Looking up at the wall of mirrors in front of me, that’s when I see him.
Grayson
.

My eyes slam shut, head shaking back and forth. This has to be my mind playing tricks on me, there’s no way he can be at my gym. I slowly open my eyes and let out a sigh of relief when I notice he’s gone.
I have it bad, now I see Grayson everywhere.
But my relief quickly fades away when I hear a familiar voice behind me.

“Good to see you again, Cupcake.” His smooth deep voice sends a delicious wave of heat down between my legs.

Stepping down from my machine, I turn around and meet Grayson’s big brown eyes. My thighs pinch together when I see his tongue swipe across his lower lip. The last time I saw that tongue, it was licking me like an ice cream cone.

“Wow, Grayson. Um… hi,” I say stumbling over my words.

“Just hi, huh? No, I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye?” He stares down at me with intense dark eyes. “I, at least, thought after the night we shared, I’d have garnered a goodbye or a thanks for the amazing sex,” he says huskily.

“I’m sorry, Grayson. I was just saving us the awkward morning goodbye,” I lie. I knew if I’d have waited until the sun came up, and looked him and those big browns of his, I never would have been able to leave his bed. “Amazing, huh?” I can’t fight back the grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.

He takes a step closer, running the back of his hand down my cheek. “The best I’ve ever had.” The heat begins to radiate between us again. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Really?” My heart flutters wildly in my chest at the thought. “To be honest, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. That’s actually why I’m here, I was trying to get you out of my head, but here you are.”

He lets out a light chuckle under his breath. “I was doing the exact same thing.” He closes the gap between us, dipping his head down. Lips hovering over mine. “I’ve been dying for another taste of these lips,” he whispers.

“Then taste them,” I murmur.

Our lips come together in a deep, hungry kiss. Grayson’s tongue ravaging my mouth. My hands are fisted in his hair. I don’t even care if anyone can see us. I need this, need to feel the warmth of his body pressed against me, and his lips exploring my body. To feel him buried between my legs.

“I need you, Grayson,” I softly moan.

“I’m all yours,” he replies, kissing me again.

“Let’s take this to the locker room. I don’t think I could survive waiting to get you back to my place.” I lace my fingers with his then lead us out of the cardio room and out to the empty hallway to the locker rooms. I let go of his hand and step inside the women’s locker room to make sure it is still empty. My pussy thanks God when I find it is all clear. Popping my head back through the door, I wave Grayson in.

The moment the door closes behind us Grayson’s hands and lips are all over me. We’re peeling each other out of our clothes all the way to the shower. A shiver radiates down my spine when Grayson presses me against the cold tiles of our shower stall. My hands fumble with the knobs as I turn on the water. The warmth washing over us.

My body ignites to life as Grayson’s rough hand gropes and pinches at my breast while his other hand finds it way between my legs. A deep primal growl escapes from his chest when he feels how wet he’s got me already. He had me soaking through my yoga pants the moment I laid eyes on him.

“You’re so fucking wet and ready for me, huh, Cupcake? Yeah, you want my cock buried deep inside this tight pussy of yours.” He rubs his hard length between my folds.

“I want you to fuck me so hard, that my pussy will quiver every time I think about your big fucking dick.”

Grayson grips the back of my thighs, lifting me up off my feet and slamming me down onto his cock. He’s so hot and hard for me. He feels so goddamn good inside me. My pussy already milking him deeper inside me.
He puts my vibrator to shame.

“You feel so damn good, Cupcake.” Grayson buries his face in the crook of my neck, sucking and biting at my tender flesh, leaving his mark on me. His hips are bucking hard and wild against me, the sensation boarding on pain mixed with pleasure. I know I’m going to feel him for the rest of the week.

I slip a hand between us finding my clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. My pussy is throbbing around every inch of Grayson, pulling him to cum along with me.

“Cum for me, Grayson. Fill me with every last drop of you have. I need it.” My legs wrap tighter around his waist as his hips become more erratic. His body tightens all around me. The fire taking us both over as we cum together. My body shuddering as the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again.

My body goes limp in Grayson’s strong arms. We hold each other as we come down from our high.

Grayson sets me back down on my feet, holding me up while I get the sensation back in my wobbly legs. The warm water bringing me back to reality.

“Where do you live, Cupcake?” he asks, softly kissing the red marks he left on my neck.

“About two inches from your mouth.” I giggle.

“Cute Cupcake, but I’m being serious. I’m not ready to let you go again.”

His sweet words warm my heart. In truth, I’m not ready to let this beautiful man out of my sight for the rest of the night. “I live just two blocks from here.”

“Look Cupcake, I know you said you’re not looking for a relationship right now and neither am I, but obviously there’s something between us. What would you say to us just keeping this casual, no strings, just sex? We both get what we want without the hassles that come with a relationship. What do you say?”

I don’t even have to think about it to know my answer is yes. After everything that happened with Mark, I’m ready for a change. I’m ready for some fun with Grayson. A man who knows how to pleasure a woman.

“Yes, I think I could handle that. Especially, if it includes more mind-blowing sex with you.” I turn to face Grayson, his cock’s already hard again. My hand wraps around his length, slowly stroking up and down. “I think it’s my turn to have a taste of you before we head back to my place.” I flash him a sultry grin as I drop to my knees.
I think I’m going to like this little arrangement of ours.