by Billie Dale
“Did you also know he was practically made for Elsabeth?”
His face blooms pink, his eyes focus on our joined hands. “Guilty.”
“How did you know? I’ve never told you about her.”
His gaze rises back to mine, one brow aimed at the sky, his pupils growing and the bright green hue turning liquid. “There’s a lot of things you haven’t told me. Are you sure that’s what you want to know?”
Stretching his legs wide, putting one on either side of my crisscrossed position, he moves lightning fast. Large hot hands slip under my ass, pulling me between his legs, drawing a surprised gasp from my lips.
He’s so close his face blurs, he slips one hand up along my cheek easing me toward him. I have enough time to wet my dry lips before his mouth fuses with mine. Oh my God, he’s kissing me. His beard scrapes my skin, and his tongue caresses my lips before I let him inside. The tart taste of green grapes and sweet Moscato wine explode across my taste buds while our mouths tango with each other. My heart pounds in my chest, blood rushing through my ears and speeding through my veins, pooling in my core.
My vagina does a cheer, give me a ‘D’, give me an ‘I’, give me a ‘C’....you know where she’s going with this, right?
A flash of lightning breaks across the sky, thunder rumbles, and rain pour’s down on our heads, cooling my heated flesh and soaking my skin. I swear the fire between us created a surprise storm. He pulls from me, I groan from the loss. Yelping when he tosses me over his shoulder and moves with quickness into his home. Bypassing the small kitchen, moving at a brisk pace through the living room and up the stairs. A few quick steps and he drops me on the bed.
Drawing a hand back he grips his soaked t-shirt and yanks it from his body, tossing it to the floor. His stare predatory as he steps toward me, his muscles flexing and moving with each small step, his eyes hungry. I scoot back on the mattress making room for his advance. My eyes consuming him from his wet hair down the ridges of his rippled abs along the trail of black hair leading to the large bulge knocking against his zipper. My hand hits his laptop at the same time he growls, “I’ve been waiting for this, Bright Eyes.”
No, no, nope. Damn it conscience, NOT NOW.
His words and feeling the computer sends a chill through me colder than the rain coating my skin. Leaning on the bed, he crawls toward me, abs and biceps flexing. My body screams for me to forget, to continue but my mind is flashing a red stop sign.
His lips close in, but before I become lost in him again, I’m able to speak. “Stop, please wait.”
My vagina throws her arms in the air, flops on the floor, flipping me the bird before crossing her arms with a huff.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is thick and rough.
Ah, come on. My pussy wails, pulsing wetness between my legs.
Patting the bed next to me I ask him to sit. His expression curious as he rearranges the bulging crotch of his pants before joining me. His face flushed, eyes half-mast and etched with questions.
“I want you,” I admit. “God, I feel like I’ve waited forever for you to touch me.”
Running a finger along my jaw, down across my collarbone easing along my exposed cleavage. Gooseflesh covers my skin. His touch making my small hairs stand on end.
“Alright. I want you too. Did I...”
“No, no. You’ve done everything right. I need you to answer one question. Do you call every woman Bright Eyes?”
His face lights with amusement. His eyes squinting, pursed, fighting a smile. “No. Only you.”
Feeling heat climb up my neck, my heart pounds in my chest. I can’t meet his eyes, staring at my hands twisting in my lap, my voice trembling. “You knew it was me?”
One finger lifts my face forcing me to meet his eyes. His soft, melty orbs the color of a rainforest. “Yeah, Bright Eyes. I’ve always known it was you.”
I thought his confession would ease my mind. I prepared for him to admit his knowledge though when the words leave his lips, rage fills me. A fire I’m not ready for, an anger I’ve never felt not even when Nic screwed me over. My hand flies as if it has a mind of its own, connecting with his cheek.
Sliding off the bed, I pace the small allotted area, my blood simmering inside. “You knew? You fucking knew this whole time? We’ve been intimate through a fucking DSL cable but all the times we’ve been physically together you never touched me. Is this a game to you? Am I a plaything you get to fucking beat off to but not good enough to actually fuck? Jesus H. Christ, you can suck a bag of dicks.” Tears fill my eyes, confusion clouds my thoughts. I don’t understand how or why he would be so callous.
It feels good to say ‘fuck’ so many times. Freeing. I understand why Elsa uses it so much.
He stands to his full height, towering over me. Anger festering within, a red handprint marking his skin. Fear and excitement battle inside me, he’s intimidating as hell but damn it’s hot.
“The door swings both ways, Sweetheart. Why didn’t you tell me what you did to make money? Why have you waited until now to confront me?”
“I-I don’t know. Fear, I guess. Scared you didn’t know it was me and you were just a huge dick.”
“I have a huge dick, but I like to think I’m not one. I listen when people talk. I heard about this live broadcast with a hot as fuck woman who was willing to do whatever you ask her too for a price. I wasn’t interested until they mentioned her skin’s white as snow and she had huge doe eyes. Then I heard the name and I knew, somehow, I knew. When my screen came to life and I saw all your flesh on display with those gorgeous deep brown eyes lit with innocence my suspicions became reality. I felt lost. Here I was hoping to build a relationship with you, test out this chemistry between us.”
He’s pacing around me, his frustration flowing from him in waves, “I’ve never been so turned on in my life, until a few moments ago. Jealousy itched under my skin and I needed to make you mine.”
Stopping in front of me he flicks one of my dress straps down before circling again. Still raging, “I tried to be okay with the whole thing. I knew why you were doing it and no one could touch you, but the more I thought about it the more it ate away at me. I wanted to storm into that room and make you feel everything you were doing to me.” Running his hands through his hair, gripping it tight, Royal howls to the ceiling. “FUCK!”
Closing the gap between us, he grabs my hand and places it on his erection still trapped in his jeans. “Do you see what you do to me? I tried to take it slow with you, show you I’m in it for the long haul, but I craved you. I kept logging on to keep me a gentleman. I’ve scraped my cock raw to fight mauling you like a wild animal. Every time you lick those luscious lips, I wanted them wrapped around my cock with those eyes looking up at me all innocent and wide as you swallow me. I bought all your time to keep you to myself.”
A moan slips past my lips, wetness flooding my panties. He flips the other strap off my shoulder, the dress falls to pool around my feet, my bare nipples harden to peaks from his proximity. The anger brewing inside turns to want.
“I wanted you to come to me, to tell me. I needed you to open the door and let me into your life. I was waiting for you to make the first move.” He gazes at my naked flesh, “Goddamn, you’re even more perfect in real life,” rumbles from his lips. His hand grasps my breast as his hot mouth collides with mine. His other hand leaves a path of heat along my stomach, inside the band of my panties, straight down until one finger circles my small bundle of nerves. A whine escapes me, and I shift my feet in an attempt to get pressure where I need it.
Instead, he removes his hand pulling a bigger whimper from me. “Lay down,” he demands.
Scooting to the center of the bed, my eyes never leave his hard, heavy-lidded stare. I lower my body back until I spread out before him, bare except for the small scrap of lace covering between my legs.
His face shows nothing while he feasts on my exposed flesh. Reaching to the button on his pants, popping it open and dragging the z
ipper down; slow, deliberate with each ting of the teeth releasing echoing in the silence, making room for his dick to breathe. The engorged head peeking from the band of his briefs.
Hovering over me, his hot breath fanning across my overheated skin, peppering kisses along my abdomen to the edge of my underwear. Slipping his fingers under the sides, he slides them down my legs. Hoisting up one leg, he kisses the inner skin of my ankle, snaking out his tongue to glide a wet path up my leg to the juncture of my thighs. Nipping and sucking the skin all around where I crave him most. My hips buck with each nibble, my ass wiggles trying to get closer to his mouth. He wraps his arms around my thighs, fingers digging in to spread me wide. Looking his fill before with the lightest of touches he flicks the tip of his tongue through my slit.
“Hmmm, exquisite,” he praises as his voice vibrates against me, taking my need higher. I move my hands to my breast squeezing, pinching my nipples as his hot breath pants on my core. “Hands above your head, Bright Eyes. Those tits are mine to play with.”
I reach my arms over my head, doing as instructed, my pleasure stretched tight like a guitar string crying out for play. Small groans whisper out of me, pleas for more. He edges me open wider with the tips of his fingers, his arms still bracing my legs open. With my nub exposed he alternates between a flick of his tongue and a graze of his teeth until I swear all the blood in my body pools between my legs, my hips grinding down on his face needing him to go faster, give me more.
The hungry slut inside me rises to the surface, urging me to chase my wants and yelling out orders like a sex deprived drill sergeant.
Unwinding his arms, he meets my eyes with a silent command for me to keep my legs open before one hand glides up my torso pinching a nipple between his fingers while his tongue sucks at my clit and two wicked fingers of the other hand dive deep inside. The precipice of pleasure I’m hanging on disintegrates, fireworks explode through my body as I begin a freefall. My eyes roll back in my head, between my legs pulses with wetness, flooding his fingers with wave after wave until I’m nothing but a pile of mush with shaking legs and a racing pulse. A rag doll is firmer than my body right now and my vagina has kicked back, lighting a cigarette with one hand and toasting him with a glass of wine with the other.
Breathless and satisfied, I miss him removing his pants and sliding on the condom. He’s above me, surrounding me with his smell and heat. His shaft rubbing along my slit sending little shots of electricity through me.
Both my hands gripped within one of his large palms, his mouth circles my whole nipple. Sucking the entire thing between his moist lips, his tongue flicks against the peak. Releasing it with a pop, his mouth moves to meets mine. My body burns from his beard, everywhere he’s been on fire in the most enjoyable way. I know when we’re done I’ll be red and raw everywhere his scruff has been, marked by him, owned.
I taste myself when our mouths fuse, my heart once again pounding between my folds. His hardness still gliding back and forth until with one solid thrust he’s inside, all the way to the hilt. I’m full, his girth almost more than I can handle, his length reaching my end.
“Eyes open and on me, Bright Eyes,” he orders, his pleasure has his eyes rolling back in his head for a single thrust before they focus again on mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect. You were made to take my cock.”
He hovers above me, moving a hand from my breast to hook under my leg raising it to his shoulder as he begins to move. I didn’t think he could go deeper but he is, crashing inside at an angle colliding with my g-spot with each hard push. He sets a punishing rhythm, our bodies slapping together. Our voices a symphony of moans and grunts with an occasional curse word here and there.
His pelvis rubbing against my clit while his balls slap my ass has me climbing to the top of the cliff once again. With precision he pulls out of me, gripping my waist he flips me onto my stomach, grabbing my hips to jerk my ass into the air before slamming back inside.
A scream breaks past my lips from his depth, the pleasure so much better than the pain. He draws back to my edge, slapping my ass cheek rubbing away the sting as he slides back in deep. Pull out, slap, ram back inside, caress the sting; he continues a slow methodical pace. When I’m certain my ass is red from his hand, he pulls outs ignoring my whine, sliding his thumb inside quickly removing it and placing the tip of him right at my edge. With both hands, he spreads my cheeks wide easing his thumb in the forbidden area as his rock-hard dick follows the move deep into my pussy.
Pure euphoria engulfs me, the sweet pressure building inside explodes free. An orgasm bigger than I’ve ever had in my life. A howling cry leaving my lips, a sound I’ve never heard bursting out of my lungs. Gush after gush of wetness coats him. My body has gone so limp my knees can’t support me anymore, but he’s keeping me up with an arm around my waist with thrust after punishing thrust. I come again and again. He grows impossibly harder before a growl shakes his whole body, loud enough I fear for the windows. I feel his heat inside me, pouring into the condom and sadness waves over me. I want all of him, every drop coating my insides, running down my thighs, marking me with his seed.
We collapse into a heap on the bed. He flops off to the side as to not crush me. My body an awed lump of goo as I wipe the drool from my cheeks. I lost the ability to swallow with my face buried in the covers.
My vagina is chain smoking and giving me a thumb’s up. Sex has never felt so out of this world. I’ve lost the ability to talk, hell I must keep telling myself to breathe in and out. I think he fucked me into stupidity. My brain packed up and said au revoir bitch, I’ll be back later.
We have a ton of things to talk about, but I can’t name one, sleep...sleep is all I can muster. I fight my lids but give up the battle when only one stays open. I drift into slumberland with a Joker-like grin filling my face.
Sixteen
Present Day...
“I can’t get up there,” I say, peeking through a small slit in the door. All the faces filling the room makes the butterflies turn into bats in my already flipping stomach.
“Yes. You. Can. Stop being a pussy, pull your big girl panties up to your ears and strut your shit out there. This is your dream, your happily ever after and you’re going to do it.” Ripping the door from my hands, she shoves me, sending me stumbling ass over elbows, tripping on my three-inch heels onto the stage. The heat of the lights overhead, the anticipation of the crowd and hearing, “Ladies and Gents put your hands together for Snowy Whitaker,” has the microphone shaking in my hand.
Tugging at the hem of my dress hoping to make it cover more skin, blood rushes through my ears blocking the sounds of the bass beating behind me. I peer into the sea of eyes until I land on one perfect set of glowing green orbs.
“Stop fidgeting and sing, damn it,” Elsa calls from the side of the stage.
Those eyes give me the fuel I need. The music starts again, swaying my hips to the beat I let the chords fill my veins. Flipping an imaginary middle finger to the universe, I draw the microphone to my lips and allow the words to flow from my heart.
We did it. With tons of work and lots of help from Royal, Club SubZero came to life. The bar is solid ice with the words ‘On the Rocks’ carved into the front, lined with stools covered in light blue. The shelves behind stay a cool, frosty thirty-two degrees, keeping the liquor chilled and ready to serve. The stage and dance floor are frosted glass made to look like ice but aren’t to prevent injury. A terrace is available for anyone who wants to step out of the cold and bask in the sunshine for a while.
With Elsabeth and Jack always on hand, we keep the temperature of the club warmer than you would think and nothing melts. The waitresses draw in the men by wearing tank tops and no bra, so their headlights are on at all times and the male waiters show plenty of skin. The uniform agreed upon by all who we hire if they don’t like it they don’t have to wear it.
People pack the house every night, loving the live music, ice sculpting, snowball fights and other
various fun things. During the day we collaborate with the bakery next door to serve up great lunches and frozen cocktails. I’ve become a boss behind the bar, slinging drinks when I’m not on stage singing.
Once Royal and I talked everything out, we promised to never keep secrets again. His fears of losing what we had building were the same as mine, which kept us both from talking about that damn elephant between us.
We closed our website when Royal bulked at me getting back in front of the camera, claiming he would pay me and I could work it off in his tiny bedroom. He informed us if we continued he would just keep buying my time. His jealousy and demands were infuriating when he told me to shut it down, but his love for me lived behind his words. It also helps the bar’s a hit, so I work him over for free and my lady parts stay in a place of euphoria for it.
Aurora’s in her last year of high school, dressing like a normal teenager and living in Royal’s tiny house. Once she started visiting her dad once a month, I was in a constant state of worry until Royal assured me she’s fine. We built a larger version of his tiny place with a hall attaching it to Aurora’s, and with my excess money, Axel is studying at Cornell University. I’ve also saved enough to ensure her education when she’s ready.
I still clean for the Seven Slobs even though Royal says it’s stupid. If I don’t take care of those men, we’ll lose them in their hoard.
Elsa did meet her match with Jack. She moved out of Anna’s and into his ice palace, and in a few short months, she’ll have a baby of her own to care for. Lucky for us all, she has her power back under control. My friend let go of everything holding her back, and as a side note, Jack taught her ice-cold sex is hot as Hades. Her ex is a dick for not realizing it, Jack’s words, but I agree.
I mended my relationship with the animal kingdom. Much to their delight I allowed them back in my life but they’re no longer my only companions.
I thought I found my prince all those years ago when Nic tried to be a real boy and sweep me off my feet, but he turned out to be a huge lying poisonous frog. Hitting rock bottom with nowhere to go ended up being the best thing to ever happen to me. I turned the page and my true white knight appeared with sexy inky hair, deep-set emerald eyes, a domineering personality, and a dirty mouth that incinerates my panties.