Cupcake (8 page)

“Come on Cupcake, just one little lick,” he pleads. A bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His hands are shaking, lips quivering like he’s a pussy addict going through withdrawals.

“You and I both know one lick will turn into you spending the rest of the morning eating me out.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replies with an intense hunger in his voice. His fingers playing with the button on my jeans. He’s got me trapped between his wall of muscles and the wall of our hotel suite. Even if I did say no, there’s no going anywhere.

“So you’re saying you want to miss playing in your first Super Bowl?” I ask, giving him a sideways glance.

It’s been four months, four of the best months of my life since I met Grayson. We were two lost souls, who refused to believe we were lost. We were both drifting through life, using our careers to fill the void we were both feeling, but that night in his sister’s restaurant we found our missing halves. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. I have everything I could possibly wish for, a successful career, a man that loves me, and in a few short months he’ll be my husband.

“I didn’t say that. Your pussy is amazing, Cupcake, but I’m not missing winning my first Super Bowl. I just need a little good luck lick,” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Okay, fine. Just lick it.” I let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Don’t pretend you’re not going to enjoy this, Cupcake.” He pops open the button on my pants. A look of relief washes over his face while he works the denim off my hips. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs and buries his face between my thighs. His greedy tongue licking me from ass to clit. And, as I predicted, he doesn’t stop at just one lick.

His tongue glides down to my opening, the tip wiggling and teasing me, then moves back to my clit. He licks me two... three... four more times and with that his tongue is thrusting inside me. His hunger for me taking him over. His head shaking side to side, nose bumping against my aching clit, pulling me over the edge. He eats pussy like he plays football, with precision and dominance. Every move perfectly timed, he reads me like he reads the field and he always gets the touchdown. The passion Grayson has for everything he does is fucking intoxicating.

“So much for just one lick.” I let out a satisfied sigh, resting my hand on his head, steadying myself while he licks me clean.

He stands back on his feet, licking his lips and chin, not wanting any drop of my cum to go to waste. “You were right,” he admits, helping me pull up my pants. “I can’t help myself, one taste of you and I turn into a ravenous animal.” He leans in taking my lips in a soft, warm kiss.

“After that tongue fucking, you’d better win today.”

He runs the back of his hand along my cheek. “I got this game in the bag, Cupcake,” he says confidently. “Especially with you in the stands cheering me on. I better get going, I’ll see you after the game.” He leans in and gently kisses my forehead. “I love you, Pippa.”

“I love you, too, Gray.”

The atmosphere in the stadium is thick with tension and excitement. The Minutemen are down by one touchdown, with less than a minute left on the clock and twenty yards from the end zone. The whole stadium is on their feet holding their breath, as we wait for the last seconds of the timeout to tick by. Each second feeling like an eternity.

The whole game has been a hard fought fight for both teams. Both teams have been equally aggressive in defensive and offensive talent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed out in my life. I don’t know how Grayson can be so calm and level-headed right now.

I’m standing in front of my seat, my hands clench tightly together in front of my mouth, teeth chewing nervously on my thumb. My stomach is in knots, heart is beating out of my chest, and I’m a fucking nervous wreck, all the while Grayson calmly walks back onto the field. He lines up behind the center, calling out the final play. A hush falling over the crowd as he shuffles back, cocking his arm back ready to launch the ball down the field to his running back, Chase. My heart stops when I see the ball come flying out of his hand. It soars through the air landing perfectly in the open hands of Chase, who runs the ball into the end zone for the game-winning touchdown.

My arms fly up in the air excitedly, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
They fucking won!

The crowd is erupting all around me, but it all fades away when I see Grayson barreling down the field toward the stands where I’m standing. I lean over the railing meeting his lips in a soft kiss. The flashbulbs are going wild all around us. Our kiss will be all over the Internet, and I don’t even care because Grayson is mine and I want the whole world to know it.

Three Years Later

“Oh, fuck, Gray,” Pippa shouts her release. I pull her up into my lap, pressing my lips to hers, muffling her screams. Not wanting her to wake our two-year-old the twins, Olivia, and Maddox. We haven’t had a moment alone since I returned from our road game in Philadelphia. Now that the kids are asleep, I fully intend on spending the rest of the night between my wife’s legs.

Pippa got pregnant the minute after we said I do. We were planning on waiting at least a year before we started a family, but the twins had other plans. Maddox and Olivia are our happy accident, and I can’t imagine my life before them or Pippa. I love coming home after a long day at practice and having them greet me at the door with big smiles on their faces.

After the twins were born, Pippa took a break from traveling, and production of her show moved to our kitchen, so she could be closer to the twins. In the four years that I’ve been playing for the Minutemen, we’ve won two Super Bowls. I signed a new contract with the team, which makes me one of the highest-paid quarterbacks in the league. I have everything I could ever want.

Pippa’s tongue slowly licks a streak of frosting off my cheek, her hips grinding against me. We’re both a sticky mess of pink frosting and cum. I’ve missed being able to have nights like this with my Cupcake. The twins have kept on our toes since the day they were born, keeping us up at all hours of the night. We had to settle for quickies between feedings and diaper changes. The twins are finally sleeping through the night, which means I can take my time and thoroughly fuck my wife.

Pippa scoops up the last of the fluffy pink concoction and slathers it down my chest. “Now I see why you love eating this stuff off of me, tastes so much better this way.” She pushes me down against the bed, continuing to paint my chest in pink. The warmth of her tongue gliding along my flesh makes my dick twitch inside her. My fingers dig into the soft curve of her hips, rolling her along my length.

After three years together, I still can’t get enough of this incredible woman and I hope I never do.

Sweet Seduction

M. Andrews

Coming Soon

BLURB

My name is Lexi Bennett and I have a new obsession. I’ve spent my life consumed with being the good daughter, the straight A student, the loyal friend, and the dream of being the youngest chef to own her own restaurant in the country. I’ve worked my ass off to get everything I ever wanted, so why am I so willing to throw it all away for a man I spent one hot night with?

Jax, the lead singer of Waking the Fallen, is tattooed sex on two legs and everything my mother warned me about. Which is why that night at the Blue Whiskey Club, I should have listened to my head and steered clear of Jax. But the mix of whiskey with his dark gruff voice, and those fucking dimples—the dimples that erupted on his cheeks every time he smiled down at me from the stage—

made me lose my mind and drop my panties. He’s awoken a side of myself I’d spent years trying to keep hidden. Now the beast is out of her cage and she wants more. The only problem is I don’t know how to find him.

PROLOGUE

Lexi

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I complained, shifting in my hard wooden chair, trying to move out of the sight line of the prying eyes of the creeper at the table next to us. It was my birthday and I should have been out dancing. Instead, I was stuck in a dimly lit whiskey bar because my best friend, Jen, caught me in a moment of weakness and convinced me this was a good idea, to spend my birthday at a dive bar listening to some metal band.

I was walking back to the kitchen of my restaurant to grab more cupcakes when I saw my brother, Grayson, finger fucking Pippa, my other best friend, on one of my workstations. I was taken completely off guard, so much so that I lost all logical function of my brain. The part that would have said, ‘Hey dummy, say no to Jen’s stupid plan.’ Yeah, that part was completely gone.

I should have been pissed that my brother was defiling one of my workstations, but instead, I was actually jealous. My brother may have been a pussy hound, but at least he had the balls to go after what he wanted. The only thing I’d ever been sure of, was that I wanted to be a chef and own my own restaurant. I put my career above everything else, including my social life.

“Oh, stop complaining and just drink more.” Jen slid another shot of whiskey across the table. I didn’t usually drink hard liquor, but if I was going to make it through the rest of the night, I was going to need it. I downed my shot, the amber liquor burning my throat the whole way down. Between the wine at dinner, and the shots of whiskey, my head was starting to feel all fuzzy and my body was becoming more relaxed.

The lights in the bar dimmed and Jen leaped up from her chair. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up, dragging me toward the stage, practically ripping my arm out of its socket in the process. She knocked a couple of random girls out of the way, securing our spot at the front of the stage.

“Okay, I can do this, just two more hours and I can go home,” I whispered to myself.

The opening guitar lick brought my attention to the center of the stage, just as a dark figure stopped before me. My eyes traveled up and up his long muscular legs, lingering a little too long on the exquisite bulge hiding behind his dark denim jeans, before traveling up to his chest. His shirt hugging every hard sculpted muscle.

My body immediately reacted to him. My thighs pinching together, an ache that I hadn’t felt in years, began to throb between my legs. The beat of the bass drum mimicking the beat of my clit as I gazed upon this man, who was basically sex on two legs. I didn’t know what was overcoming me. He was not the type of guy I usually went for—he oozed sex and bad boy. All the things I stayed clear of. It didn’t keep my mind from imagining his strong tattooed arms pinning me down while he pounded me into submission.

My eyes finally made it up to his face. His strong chiseled jawline, looking like the perfect throne to sit on while he tongue fucked me. He had on a backward baseball hat, and his dark eyes burned into mine. He flashed me a knowing smile with the most dangerous pair of dimples I’d ever seen. He kept me locked in his gaze, like he was trying to read my mind to find out all the filthy things I wanted him to be. He gave me a wink before starting the song. The moment I heard his deep, gruff voice, I immediately knew I was royally fucked.