Cupcake (7 page)

“What is this heavenly thing in my mouth?” Grayson moans, taking another bite of his dessert as he walks back into my bedroom.

“It’s not me, so you must’ve found the ricotta cookie pie I made yesterday.”

“Doesn’t compare to you, Cupcake, but it’s a close second.” He winks.

“Come here, I need cuddles please.” I lost my fight with this damn cold, but it’s been a blessing in disguise. Without the distraction of sex, Grayson and I have actually had real conversations that didn’t involve where I wanted him to stick his dick.

We’ve spent the day cuddled in my bed and watching a marathon of
The Walking Dead
. Grayson had never seen the show, so I insisted that he watch it with me. I spent most of the marathon falling in and out of sleep, and Grayson just held me the entire time. He’s been such an absolute sweetheart this entire day, he brings me soup and tea and gives me cuddles when I need them. No one has taken care of me like this since my mom when I was a kid. I’ve forgotten how good it can feel to have someone take care of you. I wish it could be like this forever.

He sets his plate down on the nightstand, then slides under the blankets and holds his arms open for me. I snuggle up nice and close to him, resting my head against his chest as his arms enveloped me in his massive frame.

“Where did you learn to bake like that?”

“It started when I was a kid. My mom and I would spend every Sunday in the kitchen, baking cookies, cakes, and pies. She taught me all of my family’s recipes. She was gone a lot with her job, but she always made sure to be home every Sunday to be with me.” Those are some of the best memories I have with my mom.

“Is that what made you start your blog?” he asks. His hand gently stroking my back.

“That was quite by accident. After I had graduated from Boston College, I decided to go backpacking through Europe for the summer. I mainly started the blog to keep my family and friends up to date with my trip. I never thought in a million years that my little journal would have impacted so many lives. I love hearing people’s stories of how one of my recipes got them to try baking.”

“You should be proud. You’re an amazing chef, Cupcake, and your show is great.”

“You watch my show?”

“I wouldn’t so much as say watched, more like jerked off to,” he says without a hint of embarrassment.

“You seriously rubbed one out while watching my show?” I giggle against his chest. I don’t know whether to be honored or grossed out. I’ll go with honored. That would also explain why he gets hard when he sees my desserts.

“I’m not ashamed to admit it. You burrowed yourself into my brain, and it was the only way I could get off,” he admits.

“Then I don’t mind admitting that during those three days after we fucked, I may have masturbated to your
Men’s Health
cover.” I hide my face in his shirt. My cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Cupcake.” Grayson’s chest shakes with his laughter.

“You looked hot on that cover, all shirtless with your chiseled six pack and that sexy V that led straight down to that delicious cock of yours. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.” I softly giggle.

“Sounds like we both have it pretty bad.” He chuckles.

I nod in agreement. Makes me happy to hear Grayson finds it hard to be away from me too. While lying in his arms, I can feel the fever sweats coming back. My sweat now soaking through my clothes and into Grayson’s.

“I think I’m going to take a bath. Would you like to join me?”

“I’d never pass up the opportunity to see you naked,” he says with a chuckle, helping me out of bed then leading us to my bathroom.

Grayson starts the water, adding in a little of my lavender bubble bath. He turns back to me and helps me get undressed. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he pulls it up over my head. His fingers slip under the band of my shorts, sliding them off my hips. Letting them pool to the floor.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says letting my hair down. My blonde curls flowing down my back.

He helps me into the bath tub, then strips out of his clothes and climbs in behind me. My body hums with pleasure when our naked flesh finally meets. I wrap his strong arms around me, resting my head back against his shoulder. My body melting in his arms, I let out a little giggle when I feel him getting hard behind me.

“Sorry Cupcake, he can’t control himself around you.”

“I’m just glad that even though I look like a train wreck, he still thinks I’m hot.” I softly giggle. My hips wiggle against his hard length.

“Careful Cupcake, you keep doing that and I won’t be able to keep him from taking you in this bath tub. Right now, though, you need your rest,” he warns.

My hips still. As tempting as it would be to keep teasing him, I wouldn’t have the energy to enjoy the punishment I know I’d receive.

“Thank you for this.”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me today. I know this isn’t how you expected this day to go,” I reply.

“It’s my pleasure. I’ve really enjoyed just hanging out with you today. And with you being sick means you can’t sneak off in the morning. Why do you do that by the way?” he asks.

“Because if I waited until we were both awake, then I’d have to say goodbye to you, and I never want to say goodbye to you. I know this is just supposed to be just about sex, but I’m falling for you, Grayson. I don’t know what this is between us, all I know is that I can’t imagine being away from you. I know this is crazy and fast, but I love you, Grayson.” My words hanging heavy in the air, waiting for his response. This is absolutely crazy, how can I be in love with someone I’ve only known for a couple weeks.
God help me, I do.
He has this pull over me that keeps drawing me closer and closer to him. I want him and I’m tired of hiding it.

He tightens his arms around me. His breathing is calm and relaxed against my ear as he whispers, “I love you too, Pippa.”

His words warm my heart and I feel a wave of relief washing over me. “You do?” I ask coyly, peeking at him over my shoulder. A big smile on his face.

“I’m fucking crazy about you, Cupcake. Haven’t you noticed? I broke all my rules because I want you so badly. I don’t give a shit how fast this is. I love you, and that’s all that matters. You own me, Pippa. You don’t ever have to worry about saying goodbye to me, I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures. He nuzzles his face against my neck and softly kisses my sweet spot then whispers, “Marry me?”

My heart leaps into my throat.
Did he just ask me to marry him?
No, that can’t be right, we just barely admitted we loved each other. We’ve only known each other for a couple weeks, he can’t be asking me that. But a small part of me is hoping I heard him right. As crazy as it sounds, I want this more than anything.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?”

“I know this is fast, but it feels right. Being away from you the past few days made me realize how much I want to wake up every morning with you in my arms and fall asleep still inside you every night. I love you, Pippa, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please say, yes.” The loving tone in his voice warms my heart.

“Yes. A million times, yes,” I reply confidently.

Wiggling free from his arms, I turn to face him, then straddle his waist and slowly sink down on his thick hard length. Our lips meeting in a warm deep kiss as our bodies come together. I don’t care how sick I feel, I need to make love to the man I love, my future husband. Tonight it’s not about wild crazy sex, it’s about two bodies, two hearts, two souls, coming together in a moment of pure love.

“Cupcake, I’m home,” I call out, walking through Pippa’s quiet apartment.

For the past week, I’ve spent every night at Pippa’s, taking care of her after practice. She’s watched game tapes with me and helped me memorize all the plays for our game against the Niners next week. She actually knows more about football than I gave her credit for, which makes me love her even more. She’s going to make one hell of a football wife.

As much as I wanted to wait to propose at Sunday dinner at my sister’s, I couldn’t help myself after hearing Pippa say she loves me. I didn’t want to waste another second to put my ring on her finger, so the world knows who she belongs to.

Walking into Pippa’s bedroom, it looks like her closet has exploded. There are clothes and shoes thrown over every surface of her tiny room. I find Pippa standing in her closet, dressed in just a pair of purple satin panties and my ring.

Fuck me!
She looks damn sexy wearing my ring. I was going to take her out for our first official date, dinner then drinks at the Blue Whiskey Club. But seeing her like this, we may never see the light outside her apartment.

“Cupcake, you were supposed to be dressed and ready by now,” I say leaning up against the doorway of her closet, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

She spins around on her heels, a sheepish grin on her face. Her gorgeous tits on full display. “I’m sorry, baby, but I wanted to wear something special for our first date and nothing’s working.”

“I think what you have on right now is pretty spectacular,” I say with a sly wink.

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want me stepping one foot out this apartment dressed in just purple panties.”

“Fuck no! I’m the only that gets to see my Cupcake like this,” I growl.

“I love when you call me your Cupcake,” she says eyeing my up and down. “What, no flowers? I thought the guy was supposed to bring flowers on a first date.”

I move across to the closet, closing the space between us. My hands gripping at her hips, pulling her to me. “Why would I bring you flowers, when I can give you what every woman really wants.”

She stands up on her tiptoes, her lips barely brushing against mine as she whispers, “What’s that?”

“Multiple orgasms,” I reply, then capture her lips in a soft kiss. My tongue tracing along her sweet lips.

“You’re such a romantic, Gray.”

My fingers slip under the band of her panties, sliding the satin down off her hips.

“Grayson, I thought we were supposed to be going to dinner?”

“It would be ungentlemanly of me not to get my fiancée off three or four times before dinner.”

She squeals as I lift her off her feet carrying her to the bed, and tossing her down on the soft blankets.

“Now the question is… do I want to make you cum with my fingers, my mouth or my dick?” I tap my index finger against my chin thinking about it. I love eating that sweet pussy of hers, but it has been four days since my dick’s gotten wet.

Before I can make my decision, Pippa crawls across the bed with big Cheshire cat grin on her face. Her hands make quick work of opening up my belt and pants. She pulls out my already hard cock from my boxers, and her warm tongue traces along the veins of my length. She glances up at me through her dark lashes. “I choose dick.” Her tongue continues and teases along my tip.

“Lie back on the bed and spread your fucking legs,” I demand. I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt. My eyes glued, watching her every move as she lays back, spreading her legs nice and wide for me. Her pretty pussy already glistening with her desire.

“Cupcake, you’re so fucking wet already.” I lick my lips, fighting my urge to dive face first into her juicy wet cunt.

“Just being near you has that effect on me,” she purrs.

“That’s good because seeing you wearing my ring, knowing your all mine, makes me rock hard.”

I slide my pants and boxers off then climb onto the bed, settling between her legs. Fingers softly dancing along the delicate skin of her inner thighs. She looks so sexy lying here open and at my disposal to do with whatever I want.

My cock glides with ease between her wet lips. Her sweet nectar coating every inch of my length. I press her legs to the bed, exposing her swollen bud. Soft moans making beads of cum drip from my tip, mixing with her honey. Her hands trail slowly up her creamy skin to her tits, massaging and pinching at her perfect pale pink nipples.

Her hips strain against the weight of my hands, she wants me buried inside her tight wet cunt and I’m more than happy to give her what she desires. I press my tip to her hole. Her pussy throbbing, trying to pull me in deeper. Such a greedy little cunt. Once fully sheathed inside her I start to move, slowly at first, letting her adjust to me. She’s so warm and tight, and the feeling of her squeezing around every inch of me is going to make me fucking blow.

Reaching a hand down between us, my fingers find her aching clit. The rough, fast circles over her tender bud, force her body to arch off the bed. She chanting my name over and over again as the waves of pleasure rock her body. She looks so damn beautiful.

“That’s one.” A wicked grin tugs at my lips.

I pull out of her, not wanting to blow my load just yet. Taking a grip of her hips, I pull her up to my greedy mouth. Her sweet juices streaming out of her slit. My tongue thrusts inside her, lapping and sucking every last drop of her sweet honey like I’m a dying man and she’s the cure.
She is the cure.
She’s the cure for my lonely heart. She brought me to life. She made me see there was more to life than just football.

The minute I latch onto her clit she goes off again, drenching my face in her honey. “That’s two.” I grin, her juices glistening on my face.

Before she can catch her breath, I flip her onto her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. Her face pressed against the mattress. I grip her hips, filling her to the hilt in one giant thrust. We both cry out as the sensation surges through us both. I pull out and slam back into her over and over until she’s screaming my name, her body shaking as another orgasm rips through her. Her pussy squeezes around my cock, milking me, pulling me over the edge with her. Coming hard and filling her with my seed. “That’s three.”

Pippa collapses onto the bed, breathless and still shaking as she comes down from her high. “Fuck flowers, those bastards die. But multiple orgasms last forever. You never have to bring me flowers as long as you keep giving me orgasms like that,” she says with a satisfied grin.

I collapse down beside her, pulling her into my arms, gently kissing a trail up her neck. “I’ll give you as many as you want.”

“I want so many more right now, but we need to get ready for our date. I promised Lex...” I press a finger to her lips stopping her from finishing. We have a lifetime for dinner dates, tonight I just want to get lost in her.

“No more talking for you tonight, my little Cupcake. The only sounds I want to hear are your sweet moans while I make love to your beautiful body.”