“Wait. What?” I asked, my head tipped to the right. “I know you’ve dated women since then.”
His finger trailed down my cheek as he backed me up toward the bedroom door. “I have, but I didn’t sleep with them. There is only one woman who makes my dick this hard. I’m looking at her. I kept trying to find a woman who made me as hard as you do with just a look, but there were none.”
“No wonder you’re in pain then,” I said, a frown on my face. “Three years is a long time to be celibate. Were you ever going to tell me?”
“Why do you think I kissed you in the damn cooler today? I couldn’t take the pressure of waiting for you to notice me any longer. You’ve rebuffed my advances for years. I knew you were scared then, and I know you’re scared now. I also know we can’t keep pretending we don’t want this, can we?”
My head swung mutely, and he grasped my cheek, holding it still. “It would be kind of hard now,” I agreed.
“It’s definitely hard. Harder than it has ever been,” he teased.
“I think I know how to relieve that.” I sat down on the bed and tugged him between my legs. “It starts by removing these.” I unhooked his belt and lowered his zipper, but his hand grasped mine before I got any further.
“Not so fast, cupcake. I’ve dreamed about this for six years. I’m calling the shots.”
“Where does this little fantasy begin?” I asked, leaning back on my palms.
“With you wearing fewer clothes. Let’s start there.”
He stripped my tank top over my head to reveal my plump breasts. “Fuck, cupcake,” he said, his eyes pinned to my chest. My eyes were pinned to his dick bobbing in his pants in reaction to them.
“Lie back, gorgeous.”
I did what he asked, my legs still hanging off the bed when he knelt on it, his eyes traveling the full length of my chest before his finger trailed down my right breast. “My mouth is watering,” he whispered before his lips captured the left nipple in his teeth. While his tongue teased that one into a peak, his hand massaged the other one, his moan humming through my chest.
“Better than the dream?” I asked, the last word ending in a moan when he switched breasts to lick and suck the other one.
“Hell yes,” he moaned, kissing his way down my bare belly to my navel. His tongue dipped in, making me buck with pleasure. It was when my ass hit the bed again that I registered my sleep shorts were gone, and I was bare to him.
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?”