Cupcake (2 page)

It was after seven when I pulled up to my sister’s restaurant. Lexi’s twenty-five, the head chef and owner of her own restaurant, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Lexi has always been an amazing talent in the kitchen. I don’t know where she inherited her skills, might have been out of necessity when we were growing up. Our mom could burn water. She was great at organizing Booster Club events and hosting team barbecues, but cooking was never her strong suit. Lexi studied at some the best culinary schools in Europe after she graduated from high school. I provided the startup collateral she needed to open her own place. And it was one of the best investments I’ve ever made—Bennett’s is one of the top, five-star restaurants in Boston.

I parked my car and made way inside the restaurant. Lexi promised me it was going to be a quiet dinner with a few of her friends for her birthday, and that I’d be home by ten so I could finish studying the playbook and game tapes for our game against the Panthers on Sunday. We were zero and two for the season so far, and I needed to be on my game come Sunday if we were going to get our first win.

Opening the door, the restaurant was packed with people. So much for that quiet dinner my sister promised. Weaving through the crowd, I politely nodded and waved to the guests that recognized me as I made my way to the kitchen where I knew my sister would be hard at work. It was her birthday, but she’s such a control freak she couldn’t even let any of her highly trained sous-chefs take over the kitchen for the evening, so she could celebrate her birthday with her friends.

I pushed open the door expecting to find my sister. Instead, I spotted a pair of long, lean legs and a gorgeous perky ass bent over one of the workstations, reaching for a bag of frosting on the opposite side. I eyed her up and down, her curves covered in navy blue and polka dots, and her red fuck me heels looked like the perfect handles to grip while I fucked that perfect body of hers.

When she stood back up, her hour glass figure came into full view. Her golden blonde hair flowed down her back in soft waves, and I just wanted to bury my hands in it while I pounded into her. She turned around jumping when she saw me standing by the door.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, I was just looking for my sister… Lexi.” I tried not to stare, but she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. When I first meet a woman, my eyes instantly gravitate to their tits, but not with this heavenly creature. My eyes immediately went to her lips. Her beautiful full plump, wine-stained lips. I wanted to taste them, bite them, feel them over every inch of my body.

She set the bag of frosting down on the counter then took a few steps toward me. Her lips curling into a warm smile as she held her hand out to me. “You must be the famous Grayson I’ve heard so much about. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Pippa.”

The way my name danced off her tongue mixed with the way her faint Boston accent wrapped around every letter of my name sent a rush of blood straight to my dick. Fuck, she could make me hard reading the menu at Starbucks.

The moment our hands touched, a jolt of electricity rocked my body. She must have felt it too because she couldn’t keep those sparkling hazel eyes from devouring every inch of me. Her breath deepened when she felt my thumb gently circling her delicate skin. I wanted to explore every inch of her soft skin.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pippa.” I returned her smile, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “How do you know Lexi?” I asked, trying to make small talk so I could spend more time with her.

She stepped closer, closing the gap between us. Her scent filled all of my senses. She smelled like vanilla and sugar. She rested her other hand on my shoulder and leaned into my ear, her lips lightly brushing against my earlobe. “How about we cut the small talk, and get after what I know we both want,” she whispered.

“And what do you think I want?” I replied, my dick strained against the zipper of my pants.

“Me, bent over this counter screaming your name while you pound into me with...” her hand trailed down along the front of my zipper, teasing my hard on through my pants, fucking loving how confident she was, “...this big hard cock.” Her lips ghosted down my neck. “Just seeing you standing in here got me so fucking wet,” she murmured.

“Are you always this forward?” I asked, grinding my crotch against her hand. I wanted to throw her against the wall and rip her out of that dress then sink into her tight wet cunt. She pulled back, our eyes met once again. The intense fire burning between us could have set the fucking place ablaze.

“No, it must just be you.” Her gaze moved down to my lips. Her tongue hungrily slid across her lower lip. I was dying for a taste of those lips.

I snaked an arm around her waist. My other hand fisted into her long golden locks, roughly pulling her head back, running my tongue up along her neck. Her skin tasted as sweet as she smelt. I reached her lips, pausing for a moment to hear her breathing deepen with anticipation. A whispered, “Please,” passed from her lips. I couldn’t take it any longer I needed this just as badly as she did.

I pressed my lips to hers, gentle at first, but the more I got to taste her soft, warm lips the more ravenous I became, deepening our kiss, sucking and biting at her lips. My tongue devoured every inch of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed tightly against me. God, she felt so damn good in my arms.

Before we could go any further, my sister’s loud, abrupt voice called out, telling the other party guests that dinner was ready to be served. Pippa pulled out of my grasp just as my sister came bursting through the kitchen door. I quickly wiped the lipstick from my lips before she noticed me.

“Pippa, just who I was looking for. Can you help me get the serving trays out?” Lexi turned around and spotted me behind the door. “Big brother, when did you get here?” She walked over and greeted me with a hug. I looked over at Pippa while she straightened her dress and fixed her hair.

“I got here about five minutes ago. Happy Birthday,” I replied.

“Thank you. I see you met Pippa,” she said turning to grab a tray of gnocchi.

“We were just getting acquainted.” I looked back over at Pippa flashing her a wink. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. I instantly wondered what other parts of her body were blushing.

“Great. Now, why don’t you help carry the food out?” Lexi handed me the tray of gnocchi then grabbed a tray of sausage and peppers and walked out of the kitchen.

“To be continued,” I said to Pippa before I followed my sister out to the dining room.

At dinner, Lexi sat Pippa and I together at the table. We spent most of the night trading glances. I found out Pippa met my sister while she was living in Paris, during the time Lexi was attending Le Cordon Bleu. They reconnected two years ago after Lexi moved back to the states. Pippa found her pastry calling when she started up a blog to share her adventures while she was backpacking through Europe, learning all the secrets to European baking. She came home to Boston and started sharing recipes of her own take on the desserts she’d learned how to make. Her blog became so popular, she got a cookbook deal, and soon after her own show on the Cooking Channel called Pippa’s Just Desserts.

I tried my best to focus on the dinner conversation, but my mind kept going back to that kiss in the kitchen. I’d never felt such a magnetic attraction to anyone like that before. I’d done my fair share of making out with girls, but never within two minutes of meeting them. There was something about this woman that I couldn’t get enough of. God help me, my lips were already craving another taste of her.

Taking a sip from my beer, I felt a hand slide up along my left thigh. I looked over at Pippa, who was talking with Lexi and pretending like she had no idea her hand was inching dangerously close to my crotch. Her pinky finger grazed my dick through the fabric of my pants. My cock immediately sprung to life. Before I knew it, she was sliding down my zipper and slipping her hand inside my boxers. I let out a cough, trying to mask my moan as her warm hand wrapped around my thick length.

I dropped my napkin into my lap, concealing my crotch. Pippa’s hand slowly worked up and down my shaft. It felt so damn good, it was taking everything I had to fight back my groans of pleasure. I was finding it harder and harder to believe that Pippa had never been this forward with another guy.

The heat began to slowly build with every stroke of her hand. I was managing pretty well until one of my sister’s friends asked me if I was ready for our game on Sunday. Pippa’s head snapped over to me. A wicked grin was plastered on her lips.

“Yeah, Grayson are you ready for Sunday?” she asked, stroking me harder.

Fucking tease was going to pay for this.

Adjusting my seat, I took in a deep calming breath before answering the question. With every word spoken I was getting closer to the edge. My cock throbbing in Pippa’s hand as she stroked harder and faster. I was about to fucking blow when someone turned up the music in the restaurant and suggested everyone should dance. Once the table cleared, Pippa’s other hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me to her lips. Kissing and swallowing my moans while I came in her hand.

She slipped her hand out of my boxers and used my napkin to clean herself.

“You know you’re going to pay for that little stunt you just pulled,” I whispered in her ear.

“Promise?” She grinned.

I grabbed her hand and helped her out of her chair and through the restaurant into the kitchen. I pressed her up against the cold steel counter, pulling her dress up over her hips. Slipping my fingers under the lace of her panties, I ripped them clean off her body then brought them up to my nose, breathing in her sweet intoxicating scent. My dick twitching when I felt the wet spot on her panties against my nose. She wasn’t lying when she said I’d made her wet.

“Turn around and sit up on the counter,” I demanded, shoving the remains of her panties into my pocket.

She did as she was told and turned around and hopped up onto the counter, spreading her legs nice and wide for me. Her pretty pink lips were dripping with her sweet juices. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and spend the rest of the night eating her pussy, but first, she needed to know who was in control. Leaning over her, I rested one hand on the counter while my other hand rubbed up and down along her juicy wet lips, my fingers nice and coated with her nectar.

“Did you think you were being funny when you pulled that little stunt under the table?” I asked in a dark, hushed tone.

Pippa’s breath quickened, eyes rolling back in her head as I continued to work her throbbing bud, rolling and pinching it between my finger. Her full firm tits rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing.

“The longer you keep me waiting, the longer I will take to make you cum.” I pushed my middle finger inside her wet cunt. Her tight pussy already throbbing and pulling my finger in deeper. I pulled my finger out and brought my hand up to my mouth, licking my finger clean. Pippa’s eyes widen as she watched me intensely. She tasted sweet, like the vanilla frosting she used on the cupcakes she created for my sister’s birthday.

My hand returned to between her legs, giving her pussy a light smack, her body jolted at the new sensation. “Tell me you’re sorry, and I’ll let you cum,” I demanded, smacking her clit again.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a breathy whisper.

I gave another swat to her pussy. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” I forced three fingers inside her, roughly pumping them in and out.