Page 37 of Cupcake
His hand went to the front of his shorts to stroke himself while he stared at me wide open to his gaze. I tried to cover myself with my hand, but he grasped it.
“Don’t you dare think about covering up this kind of mouthwatering cupcake.”
“You can look, but you can’t touch. Not when you’re wearing that many clothes.”
“What about eating that cupcake? Is that allowed?” he asked, stripping his shirt off to reveal a chiseled chest covered in fine, barely-there blond hair.
I chuckled, a smile lifting my lips seductively. “You want to eat my cupcake?”
His moan filled the room for seconds before he could speak again. “First, I want to lick it. Then, once I’ve had a taste, I’m going to nibble at it so I can savor the experience. Then I’m going to dip my tongue in to taste the sweetness waiting for me before I gobble it up until your cupcake is nothing but crumbs on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Brady,” I hissed, my earlier modesty gone and my hips thrusting into the air.
“That’s what I’m going to do when I finish eating.”
“If you’d take those pants off, I could knead your bread while you snack on my cupcake.”
His growl was accompanied by the flinging of his shorts across the room. When his bread bounced free, it was my moan that filled the space. “Brady,” I sighed, my hand caressing his velvety skin. “This is the most magnificent loaf of bread I’ve ever seen. God, I want to taste you so much right now.” My thumb swiped its way through the moisture at his tip, and I sucked my thumb off while gazing up at him. His eyes had gone black with desire, and he pushed me backward gently, kneeling and lifting my legs over his shoulders.
“You’re the magnificent one. Now, let me have my snack.”
He kissed his way up each thigh, stopping just short of my cupcake each time to tease me. When he did what he promised and took a lick, I cried out. My thighs quivered with desire until he parted them further. His nose nuzzled into the crevice of my center to kiss along each lip before he licked the full length of me. Another moan ripped from my lips, and I crushed my thighs against his ears.
“You promised we could both have a snack,” I said, my greediness to taste him the way he tasted me too much to fight.
“I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty happy where I am,” he said against the center of me, making my hips thrust upward to get closer to his tongue.
“I could make you happier,” I said on a sigh.
“I’m a smart enough man to know that’s true,” he agreed, lowering my legs to the floor.
I scooted backward, and he situated himself, motioning for me to throw a leg over his chest and back up to his lips.
“I’ll crush you,” I said awkwardly, but he grasped my leg rather than answer, leaving me no choice but to swing it over him.
“Holy hell, cupcake. This ass is going to be the death of me,” he hissed right before his hands grasped it, and his tongue went back to the snack he’d been enjoying.
He was hard and bobbing with desire, and the moisture waiting at his tip was more than I could resist. My tongue darted out and captured it, sucking gently to taste his saltiness. His hips bucked, and I swallowed him deeper than I’d planned, holding him there while his moan rocketed through the both of us at lightning speed. I sucked him in deeply twice, enjoying the shiver that ripped through him each time. When I let him slip from between my lips, I licked him up and down while he hummed with desire against my thighs. On a breath, I sucked him in deep again and moaned with him for a long thrust. It was my turn to laugh against his tip when his thighs shook uncontrollably. I was ready to gloat until he slid a finger inside my wetness to tease me while his tongue licked and sucked.
“Oh, you’re as sweet and wet as I knew you’d be,” he hissed, his hot breath blowing on my core until I shivered. “As much as I love having my dick in your mouth, I want to be in this sweet cupcake even more.”
He deftly flipped me over until I was under him, and he was kneeling over me like a hawk, his lips on mine again in a hungry tangle of tongues. I was so turned on I was worried the bed was going to combust soon if we didn’t blow off some of this steam. “I still don’t have any protection. You’re okay with that?”
“I didn’t think you’d knitted any while you were busy eating your snack,” I said, against his lips. “I want to feel your warmth inside me, Brady,” I whispered, grasping his face in my hands. “I want you to fill me with your need and desire. All of it, every last drop.”
“I don’t deserve you, cupcake,” he hissed, his hands already gripping my hips to pull me toward the end of the bed. “I sure as hell am going to oblige you, though. Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered. Once I did, he grasped my ass and held me up in the air. “If I have you once, I’ll never get enough. Do you understand me?”
My head nodded before I thought about it, and he plunged inside me with a ferocity I wasn’t expecting but welcomed all the same. Our moans mingled when he buried himself all the way to my core and paused, waiting for me to relax. “God, Brady,” I cried, the room hazy around me as I focused on him and nothing else. “It’s never been like this before.” His hands lifted my hips, and he sank into me another inch, all of him surrounded by my wetness.
“For me either,” he growled, his hands stroking my hips while he stayed buried deep inside me without moving. “I don’t want to move and end this feeling.”
“If you don’t move, I can’t make you feel even better.”
His hips bucked then, and I locked my ankles behind him, thrusting him back inside me. His hands used my hips as handles while he pumped in and out of me slowly, drawing me up to the clouds but not letting me stay there. Every moan, every thrust, every time he breathed my name in that voice of disbelief and reverence, I wanted to come around him. I was filled with an emotion I couldn’t name, or maybe I just didn’t want to.
He leaned down, capturing my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth in the same rhythm he thrust his hips. “Fuck, Haylee,” he moaned, his hips thrust deep and still. “I’m so close. I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”
I grasped his face, holding him close to my lips. “Don’t hold back. I’m so ready to fly with you, please.”
