Cupcake (5 page)

I run my finger through his cum, bringing it up to my mouth. He tastes salty sweet. I’d give him head twenty-four-seven just to get a taste of him.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here and pulling that little stunt.”

We managed to make it through the rest of the cupcake demonstration without incident, but as soon as we made it back to my dressing room I was ripping him out of his clothes and taking out my rage on his cock.

“Well, it wasn’t my plan at first. I was just going to come and find out why you left without saying goodbye, but when you walked out on stage, I felt this overwhelming urge to be near you. I did prove your theory wrong, though, you were able to bake something with me around.” He’s pushing his cock back inside me and slowly working it in and out. His lips sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

“Barely. I’m amazed the cupcakes turned out so well. I could hardly think straight with you groping at me,” I reply, rolling my hips in rhythm with his.

“You should know by now that I can’t keep my hands off of you. My hands ache for you.” His fingers glide up along my body. His rough hands feeling so damn good against my tender flesh. Little does he know how much my body craves his touch.

“Don’t ever leave me again without saying goodbye,” he orders, slamming hard into me.

“I promise, I won’t.”

“I cannot believe I’m aiding and abetting in order to get my brother laid. It was bad enough I had to walk by my kitchen and see my brother spanking my best friend’s pussy like it was a disobedient toddler. Just so you know, I had to scrub that workstation down with bleach four times.” I can hear the disgust in Lexi’s voice through the bathroom door.

I crack open the door and peek my head through the gap. “You’re just jealous because no one has ever spanked your pussy. I’m not sorry it happened, it was fucking hot as hell. Your brother made my pussy his bitch.”

She makes a fake gagging sound, her nose crinkling in disgust, “I just threw up in my mouth a little.”

I know I should feel bad for sleeping with Lexi’s brother, but I don’t. What we have feels too good just stop now.

“Seriously, why can’t you take these nudie pictures in your bedroom mirror like a normal person? Why do you need me?” she groans.

“First off, these aren’t going to be naked pictures,” I reply stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in the blue and white number twelve jersey I took out of Grayson’s closet, before sneaking out the morning he left for his road game in Denver. The team left three days before the game to help them adjust to the high altitude. I’ve been missing him like crazy, and having his jersey to sleep in at night has helped a little.

I’ve been sending Grayson pictures every day as a little apology for not sticking around the morning he left. I know I told him I’d stop, but I just can’t stand the idea of saying goodbye to him. I’m hoping some sexy shots of me wearing nothing but his jersey and a pair of cupcake panties will make up for it.

“If I wanted to send your brother naked pictures of myself, I would just FaceTime him, so we could have hot FaceTime sex,” I tease again. Lexi puts on a good front of hating the idea of her brother and me, but I know secretly she wants us together.

“Please don’t make me lose my lunch. Can we change the subject?” she asks slumping down on my bed. I think I’ll keep it to myself that she’s sitting on our sex sheets.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. So tell me what happened with the rest of your birthday,” I say changing the subject while running my fingers through my hair.

“After you and Grayson left the party, Jen dragged me to this underground club to see some band that she’s obsessed with. After one too many shots of whiskey, I did something I’m not proud of.” Her gaze drops to the floor and she’s fidgeting with her hands in her lap. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happens next.

“Lexi Bennett, are you telling me you had a one night stand?” I spin around on my heels, my mouth gaping open in shock.
My sweet southern belle had herself a one night stand.
“Oh my God! You have to tell me everything.”

She lays back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. “It was phenomenal. I don’t know what got into me.”

“I know what got into you,” I say with a giggle.

“Stop it,” she interjects. “He’s not the type I usually go for.”

“You mean the clean cut, executive type… that’s a bore in the sack.”

“Yeah, that one. This guy is the complete opposite. He had tattoos covering his arms and chest, pierced ears, the total rocker bad boy. I guess it was the mix of whiskey with his dark gruff voice and those dimples. Those fucking dimples that erupted on his cheeks every time he smiled down at me from the stage, that made me lose my mind and drop my panties. He did things to me I didn’t think were even possible.” She lets out a low sigh.

I’ve never seen Lexi like this before, it's so unlike her to sleep with a guy she barely knows. Lexi is the type that makes a guy wait for at least three dates before she lets them even get to second base. “So does dimples have a name?”

“Jax, the hot lead singer of Waking the Fallen. Jax, the filthy talking man that made me cum so hard, I passed out. I get the rules of a one night stand, but God help me I want him between my legs again.”

“Screw the rules and booty call his ass.”

“That’s the problem, he didn’t give me his number and I don’t know his last name. My dimpled hottie disappeared as quickly as he had come into my life.” I can hear the pain in her voice. She must really like this guy. There has to be something I can do to help her find this Jax guy. Then it hits me.

“We could call all the clubs in town, and see if his band is playing again. I do owe you for sleeping with your brother.”

Lexi sits back up “You do owe me. But are you sure you want to? I mean it’s going to take us forever to call all the clubs around Boston.”

“It’ll give me something to do while Grayson is in Denver. Let’s take these pictures, then work on getting you some hot crazy animal sex with dimples.”

I climb up onto the bed and sit up on my knees, adjusting the jersey up around my waist so Grayson will be able to see the special panties I bought just for him. They’re white with pink trim and pink lettering that spells out
‘Cupcake’
across my ass. I love when Grayson calls me Cupcake. I already have an obsession with the dessert, but now that Grayson calls me his little cupcake, I’m obsessed with them even more.

“So I get the jersey, but why the cupcake panties,” Lexi asks while lining up my phone to take the picture.

“It’s what your brother...”

“Oh, don’t tell me. It’s what he calls you while fucks you,” she says interrupting me.

I can’t help but tease her again. “It’s what he calls my pussy.” I fight back a giggle.

“Oh, for God’s sake. Thank you for ruining cupcakes for me.”

The mood in the locker room is tense and quiet. Most of the guys are sitting by their lockers with headphones on, trying to mentally prepare for the game. The minutes are slowly ticking by on the game clock. This is usually the time I’d start to tense up and over-analyze every possible play in the game. Not this time, all I can think about is Pippa. The past two weeks with her have been the best in my life. She has changed me for the better, I’m more relaxed and level-headed with her around.

I scroll through the photos on my phone, landing on the favorite one of my little Cupcake. It’s her lying in bed, the morning sun illuminating her beautiful face. She has a sweet grin on her lips. This is a look I never get to see because she manages to sneak out before I even wake up. I think I’m going to have to start tying her to the bed at night just so I can wake up with her in my arms every morning.

I’m lost in this image when a picture message from Pippa pops up on my screen. I open the message, and it’s a new pic, and this one is a fucking sexy. Pippa’s kneeling on her bed, with her back facing me and a sultry grin on her face. She’s wearing my rookie jersey and a pair of panties with Cupcake written across her curvy ass. Under the pic it reads,
‘Win your game tonight and this ass will be all yours when you get home.’

Well, fuck, that’s motivation enough for me, but looking at her wearing my number is making me hard as a fucking rock. I may have to go rub one out before we hit the field. No way in hell am I going to be able to focus with my dick doing all the thinking.

“Goddamn, who’s that fine piece of ass?” I feel Brad, our backup quarterback leaning over me, inspecting Pippa’s picture.

I abruptly pull my phone to my chest. Rage beginning to bubble up inside me. “She’s my fucking girlfriend,” I say through gritted teeth. I know it’s a lie, but I can’t have this asshole thinking he stands any chance with
my Cupcake
. I stare him down until he finally backs down.

“Sorry man.” He puts his hands up in surrender then turns and walks back to his locker.

Getting up from the bench, I walk over to the bathroom stalls, gripping my phone tightly in my hand. When I get back to Boston tomorrow, Pippa will be mine and only mine.

While tossing and turning in bed, my dick’s painfully hard. I’ve already jerked off three times since I got back to the hotel. It’s just a minor relief to the ache that’s been building since I left for Colorado four days ago. I need Pippa, I need to be buried inside her, fucking that tight pussy of hers. I need her in my arms, with her lips against mine.

I can’t take it anymore, I need to see her face and hear her voice, so I grab my iPad off the nightstand. Flicking the screen on, I open up FaceTime and find Pippa’s number. I hope she’s awake.

It only takes two rings before she answers, “Hi baby.” Her face comes into view, and she appears to be in bed. Her blonde hair is wild, her cheeks flush and she’s out of breath.

I think I caught my little Cupcake being naughty.

“Cupcake, were you playing with yourself?” I ask.

She pulls her lip nervously between her teeth, nodding yes. I see I’m not the only one who’s been struggling with me being so far away.

“You missing my cock, Cupcake?”

“Yes. My vibrator has nothing on you.” Her cheeks burn a brighter shade of red.

“It damn well better not.” I’m actually jealous that some battery operated piece of plastic has been inside her for the past four days.

“He misses you too, Cupcake.” I flip the view around and peel back the blanket, my cock standing at full attention. I can hear her softly moan at the sight that’s all because of her.

“I wish I could ride him right about,” she murmurs.

“I wish you could, too. I miss fucking that pretty pussy of yours. Let me see it?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, now show me your pussy, Cupcake,” I demand.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She lets out a nervous breath, then slowly pans her phone down her body pausing at her big gorgeous tits. Her plump pink nipples are full and hard, and begging for me to suck on them. The camera moves lower, hovering over her hips. “Are you ready, baby?” she sweetly asks.

“Stop teasing me, Cupcake,” I growl.

She finally moves her phone down between her legs. My dick jerks when my eyes meet her bare, wet pink lips. Goddamn, she’s dripping wet. It’s taking everything I have not to lick my iPad screen right now. Her legs spread wider, her juicy lips opening just enough to give me a sense of the entrance to my own personal heaven, that’s her tight cunt.

“Mmm… Cupcake, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.” I can feel the drool dripping from the corner of my mouth. She runs her fingers between her folds, spreading herself open, letting me see her swollen clit. I want to latch my mouth onto it and suck until she fucking begs for me to stop.

She brings her phone back up to her face. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Yours is the only one I want to bury my face, in and never come up for air.”

“Is my pussy the only thing you like about me?” She pouts.

“Your tits are pretty incredible, too,” I reply with a chuckle.

“Grayson, you’re terrible.” She giggles.

“Cupcake, I like you for more than just your body. I like your little giggle, that cute grin on your face right now, the way I feel whole when you’re in my arms.”

“Grayson Bennett, you are one sweet talker. I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“There is one thing you can do for me,” I say with a sly grin.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“I’ve been dying to watch you cum. Show me how you were fucking your tight pussy with your vibrator.” I say with a desperate hunger in my voice.

“I wasn’t using it there.” She sheepishly replies, hiding her face in her in hand. Her whole body blushes again. My cock flinches when I realize what she was using it for.

“Cupcake, were you fucking your ass with your toy and thinking it was me?” I ask already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” she squeaks outs.

“No need to be embarrassed, Cupcake. I’ve been dying to mark your perfect ass. I want you to show me how you want me to fuck your ass.”

My little Cupcake is quite the filthy girl
. I fucking love it.
I’ve wanted to claim that ass since the first night we met. Hearing her say she fantasizes about me doing it, is making my cock throb and leak with cum.

“Grayson, I don’t know if I can do that. I joked about having FaceTime sex, but I don’t know if I can.”

“Cupcake, please do this for me? I need to see you and hear you. I can’t take another day without it,” I plead.

“Okay, I’ll do this for you.” She softly smiles, removing her hand from her eyes.

“That’s my good, little Cupcake.” I prop my iPad on my chest and watch as she sets her phone up between her legs. Her face looks nervous, but her body is loving this. She’s so turned on by my idea that her juices are dripping out of her sweet cunt and onto the bed.

She lays back against her pillow, the camera giving me the perfect view of her pussy and her face. I hear the faint buzzing sound of her vibrator as she switches it on. She glides the silver colored toy along her wet slit, coating it in her sweet nectar. She softly moans as the vibrations tickle her clit. When she’s nice and relaxed, she moves the vibrator down to her tight pink hole, slowly pushing it inside her.

Jesus, fuck, this is hot.

Her other hand comes into view, fingers massaging her clit. I fist my length, stroking in rhythm with her fingers as she pushes three of them in and out of her. The slurping sounds as she finger fucks herself fills my quiet room.

“That’s a good, little Cupcake. Fuck that ass.” Just seeing her like this, already has me ready to nut.

“Oh, Grayson... Grayson... Grayson,” she chants. I love knowing even when I’m not there with her, I can still make her feel so good.

Her hips are bucking widely, hands working both her holes, like a beautiful orgasmic symphony.

“You’re going to make me blow, Cupcake. Cum with me, beautiful.” My strokes becoming wild and rough. My balls tighten, the fire taking me over. Hearing her screams as she cums, sets me off, cumming hard and painting my stomach with my hot cum, finally getting the release I’ve been so desperate for.

I lay breathless watching Pippa cum, she’s so damn beautiful. Her juices are dripping down her hand and her vibrator. Her body shaking as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her.

“That was amazing, Cupcake. You did so good.”

She brings the phone back up to her face. A blissful smile on her beautiful lips.

“Just having you watching me made it even more exciting. I think I’ll be able to sleep now.” She lets out a satisfied sigh.

I think I might actually be able to get some sleep tonight myself. Just watching her and hearing her moans and screams gave me the relief I’d been needing.

“I miss you, Grayson.” She sweetly smiles.

“I miss you too, Cupcake. Especially this time of night, all I want to do is wrap my arms around you,” I confess. I’ve missed having her in my bed and in my arms. The past four days without her has made me realize how much I need her. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

“I miss that, too. I better get some sleep. Goodnight, baby.” She blows me a kiss.

“Goodnight, Cupcake.”