Cupcake by M Andrews Read Free Book Online

obsession with the dessert, but now that Grayson calls me his little cupcake, I’m obsessed with them even more.
    “So I get the jersey, but why the cupcake panties,” Lexi asks while lining up my phone to take the picture.
    “It’s what your brother...”
    “Oh, don’t tell me. It’s what he calls you while fucks you,” she says interrupting me.
    I can’t help but tease her again. “It’s what he calls my pussy.” I fight back a giggle.
    “Oh, for God’s sake. Thank you for ruining cupcakes for me.”



Chapter Seven

     
    The mood in the locker room is tense and quiet. Most of the guys are sitting by their lockers with headphones on, trying to mentally prepare for the game. The minutes are slowly ticking by on the game clock. This is usually the time I’d start to tense up and over-analyze every possible play in the game. Not this time, all I can think about is Pippa. The past two weeks with her have been the best in my life. She has changed me for the better, I’m more relaxed and level-headed with her around.
    I scroll through the photos on my phone, landing on the favorite one of my little Cupcake. It’s her lying in bed, the morning sun illuminating her beautiful face. She has a sweet grin on her lips. This is a look I never get to see because she manages to sneak out before I even wake up. I think I’m going to have to start tying her to the bed at night just so I can wake up with her in my arms every morning.
    I’m lost in this image when a picture message from Pippa pops up on my screen. I open the message, and it’s a new pic, and this one is a fucking sexy. Pippa’s kneeling on her bed, with her back facing me and a sultry grin on her face. She’s wearing my rookie jersey and a pair of panties with Cupcake written across her curvy ass. Under the pic it reads, ‘Win your game tonight and this ass will be all yours when you get home.’
    Well, fuck, that’s motivation enough for me, but looking at her wearing my number is making me hard as a fucking rock. I may have to go rub one out before we hit the field. No way in hell am I going to be able to focus with my dick doing all the thinking.
    “Goddamn, who’s that fine piece of ass?” I feel Brad, our backup quarterback leaning over me, inspecting Pippa’s picture.
    I abruptly pull my phone to my chest. Rage beginning to bubble up inside me. “She’s my fucking girlfriend,” I say through gritted teeth. I know it’s a lie, but I can’t have this asshole thinking he stands any chance with my Cupcake . I stare him down until he finally backs down.
    “Sorry man.” He puts his hands up in surrender then turns and walks back to his locker.
    Getting up from the bench, I walk over to the bathroom stalls, gripping my phone tightly in my hand. When I get back to Boston tomorrow, Pippa will be mine and only mine.
     

     
    While tossing and turning in bed, my dick’s painfully hard. I’ve already jerked off three times since I got back to the hotel. It’s just a minor relief to the ache that’s been building since I left for Colorado four days ago. I need Pippa, I need to be buried inside her, fucking that tight pussy of hers. I need her in my arms, with her lips against mine.
    I can’t take it anymore, I need to see her face and hear her voice, so I grab my iPad off the nightstand. Flicking the screen on, I open up FaceTime and find Pippa’s number. I hope she’s awake.
    It only takes two rings before she answers, “Hi baby.” Her face comes into view, and she appears to be in bed. Her blonde hair is wild, her cheeks flush and she’s out of breath.
    I think I caught my little Cupcake being naughty.
    “Cupcake, were you playing with yourself?” I ask.
    She pulls her lip nervously between her teeth, nodding yes. I see I’m not the only one who’s been struggling with me being so far away.
    “You missing my cock, Cupcake?”
    “Yes. My vibrator has nothing on you.” Her cheeks burn a brighter shade of red.
    “It damn well