Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)

One hand stayed on my ass, while the other moved forward, going under my tank top to fondle my breast over my demi-cup bra.

“This shirt’s pretty fucking great too,” he said, but I was too busy focusing on the way his hands were making me feel to let them really penetrate.

After finally going to the bathroom, Amy May and I had downed two more shots, needing something to take the edge off of our nerves after the bathroom incident. I’d meant to tell Cade about it once I got home, but on the ride home, all I could think about was this, so, yeah … it sort of slipped my mind.

“Um,” I said breathlessly, already feeling like I was ready to come at any moment. “If we’re handing out compliments, I’ve gotta say, I really love your cock.” I pushed back slightly and lowered my hands. “In fact, I’d like it even more if it was in my mouth right now.”

Cade’s eyes turned molten and he ran his thumbs over my lips.

“Be my guest,” he said gruffly.

I got his zipper down and shoved his pants off his hips and to the floor in record time, then sunk to my knees, eager to get this party started.

I had the perfect cocktail of martinis, vodka, adrenaline, and lust running through my veins, and the sound of Cade’s satisfied grunts always drove me wild, so as soon as my mouth sucked in the tip of his cock, my fingers hit my clit, and I went to town on both of us.

“Christ,” I heard Cade groan from above me as I licked, sucked, pumped, and moaned.

Who knew I was so talented?

Being with Cade over the last few months had been an eye-opening and ever-learning experience. He showed me things I’d never tried before, and allowed me to experiment whenever there was something I wanted to do. It was an “anything goes” type of relationship, and I loved it. I’d never known sex could be like this, or that men like Cade existed.

I cupped his balls with my free hand, and was so caught up in what I was doing that it took me a minute before I realized Cade was taking over.

One second I had a mouth and two hands full, and the next I was bent over the side of my bed and Cade was slamming inside of me.

“Yes!” I cried when he filled me.

He pulled out and pushed back in, over and over, his balls slapping against my skin as he fucked me from behind. The feel of him inside of me, coupled with his thumb on my clit, had me coming almost instantly. And I was just drunk enough, and revved enough, that it lasted a good, long time.

I was still crying out when I felt him tense behind me, his hand on my back as he bent low and bit me lightly on the shoulder.

My body hummed, and without scooting up on the bed, or even pushing my hastily lowered panties onto the floor, I promptly passed out.

The smell of coffee wafting under my nose had me struggling to break out of sleep and open my eyes. When I opened them to see Cade, showered and looking fine with his hair pulled back and already dressed for the day, I smiled.

“Morning,” I murmured as I stretched, then sat up and reached greedily for the mug he was holding out.

“Morning, darlin’,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead before standing back up and gesturing toward the door. “Kids are up and dressed. They’re fighting over who has to make breakfast, but other than that, they’re ready to go. I gotta run … You at the house later?”

A few months ago, I’d been shocked to learn that my old boss Moose had left all of his worldly possessions to me. We’d been kidnapped, drugged, and tortured by members of a Mexican drug cartel, and Moose had lost his life.

Now, I was not only the proud owner of his PI business, a beat-up old Cavalier, and some random high school trophies, but he’d left me his house as well.

At first I’d planned to go through everything, donate what I could, and sell the house, but once Cade had gone over there with me, and seen it’s potential, I’d decided to keep it.

My kids and I had been in an apartment for over a year, and it was fine, but we missed having a home of our own. With a yard, and room to get away from each other when we needed space.

I’d spent the last four months cleaning up and doing minor renovations. It was now almost ready for us to move into it, and I couldn’t wait.

“Yeah, after I go by Amy May’s.”

“Of course,” Cade replied with a sexy grin. He knew my penchant for sweets, and understood that I couldn’t perform manual labor without a few cupcakes nearby. “I’ll meet you over there later, yeah? Finish up the porch.”

“Thanks,” I said, pushing back the covers with one hand so I could rise and thank him properly.

Without hesitation, Cade swept me up in his arms, mindful of my mug, and his mouth descended on mine. My lips parted and I welcomed him happily. There was no better way to start the day. Not even coffee jolted my system like a lip lock with my hot Hawaiian lover.

He broke away, dropping one last kiss on my lips before leaving me with a wink and a smile.