Glass Ceilings: A Modern Steamy Cinderella Fairy Tale (Fairly Twisted Tales Book 1)

by Lux Miller

  She pulls away from me for a moment, sighing, “Eli… we shouldn’t…”

  I bring my hand up to the side of her face, but keep my eyes closed. “Ashley, you’ve already witnessed my biggest mistake… and what became my biggest regret. I think. I don’t know exactly what my idiot stepsister sent you, actually.”

  She wrinkles her nose slightly. “She sent me a series of pictures of you and… well, you were there… you know what was in the pictures.”

  I nod slowly. “Be glad that’s all she sent, and she was too dumb to figure out how to send the whole video to you.”

  Ashley presses herself back against the tree, a look of horror flashing across her face. I sigh, and I can feel the hotness on my cheeks as they flush. “Yeah, now imagine sitting down and being forced to watch it with your stepfather. That’s the life I’ve been living with Trevor. But really, I never set out to hurt you. You have to understand that. If I ever thought I’d have a chance with you, Helen never would have happened. And if you’re willing to give me a second chance… it never will again.”

  She gasps as I press impossibly close to her, but she’s not making any motions to push me away. I go in for another kiss, but she stops me. She glances around the clearing where we’re standing, then back at me. She puts both of her hands on my shoulders. Her voice is husky as she replies, “If she really meant nothing to you... “

  She pushes down on my shoulders, and I let her push me down to my knees in front of her. My eyes widen as she pulls one hand away from me and quickly undoes the closures on her jeans. My mouth is dry as I clear my throat. “Ashley… we’re out in the open… what’re you doing?”

  Shaking her head, she slides her hand into her jeans. My eyes are glued to what she’s doing, and I know that my poor dick is going to be painfully hard by the time this is over if all she plans to do is tease me. I watch her arm move and bite down on my bottom lip as a little moan escapes her lips.

  I inhale sharply and open my mouth to say something, but she shakes her head again and pulls her hand out of her jeans, raising just her index finger and leaning down to place it against my lips. “Shhh… I want you to do to me what you did to her…”

  I glance up at her face in alarm, but it’s taking everything in my power not to pull her finger into my mouth. I know what she was doing while she had her hand in her jeans, because I can smell her essence on the finger and it’s intoxicating. She smirks and raises one eyebrow as she watches me struggle to maintain control of myself.

  I squirm on my knees and flick my tongue out of my mouth, wrapping it around her finger. Groaning, I savor the taste of her juices as I pull her entire finger inside my mouth, stroking my tongue around it slowly. Ashley shudders, watching me intently. “I want you to eat my pussy… I want you to lick and suck and nibble until I’m screaming your name… and I want you to shut me up by ramming your dick into my mouth and coming down my throat.”

  If I were a younger man, without the practiced control that I’ve worked on since I was fifteen, her words would have made me come in my pants just now. The visual I see when I close my eyes is incredible, and I don’t want to open my eyes out of fear that once it disappears, that’ll be the end of the fantasy.

  Ashley pulls her finger out of my mouth and threads her hand into my hair. Then she tugs me up against her so that my face is positioned right in front of her cunt, and I can smell her arousal. Fuck being out in the open. If she’s going to push me to my limits of self-control, then I’m going to give her what she wants.

  I reach up and grab hold of her jeans and panties and tug them down to her ankles. Licking my lips, I inhale deeply, and my entire body shudders at the musky sweetness of her lingering in the air around me. One by one, I lift her feet off the ground and pull off her cowboy boots and socks, tossing them to one side. Then I tug her jeans and panties off completely, tossing them into a pile of her clothing. I’m frozen on my knees, admiring her beauty with eyes as wide as saucers.

  She giggles and pushes me back away from her. She pushes hard enough that I stumble over backwards, catching myself with my hands before I flop onto the ground. She stands over me as I lay prone on the ground, looking up at her. The way the setting sun creates a halo of color behind her makes her look like an angel. That’s what this is… the horse threw me, I’m dead, and this is heaven.

  “What are you doing?” I ask it with hope in my voice. I know what I want her to do, but I can’t get my hopes up that she’s planning to do it. Not yet. Not when I’m still fully clothed and the sweetness of her pussy is too far away for me to reach.

  She turns around so that I have an incredible view of her naked ass and replies, “Taking what I want…”

  I groan as she sits on my chest, the dampness of her cunt soaking into my sweaty t-shirt. I can’t see what she’s doing, but I’d be a fool to look anywhere but at the plump roundness right in front of me. She has my arms pinned to my side with her knees, and I gasp as I feel a rush of cold air on my dick.

  She pushes my jeans and boxer-briefs down to my knees, and before I can really complain or make any kind of comment, I feel the hot wetness of her mouth encase my cock in sheer pleasure. I fight against her legs’ grip on my arms, but it’s no use.

  She sits up straight and glances over her shoulder at me, “Is there a problem?”

  I nod quickly and strain against her legs again. “I want you to sit on my face, Ashley. I want to hear my name on your lips while you have them wrapped around my cock. I want to come down your throat while I devour your pussy.”

  She groans and pushes her ass in the air, then wiggles up my body. As my arms are freed, I grab hold of her hips and yank her to me, plunging my tongue inside her wetness. She gasps above me, but it isn’t long before her sweet mouth is around my dick again, and within a few, short minutes, she’s milking my cock with her lips while I shoot hot ropes of cum down her throat, just like she promised I would.

  Despite her mewling cries around my dick, I haven’t let up on her sweet, little snatch. The juices that dribble down my chin confirm she’s come at least once, and I’m almost certain it’s been twice. As her entire body rumbles above me, she cries out, begging me to stop. I stop attacking her clit and plunge my tongue inside of her, pumping it gently until the muscles inside stop quivering. I chuckle as I place a single kiss on her clit and finally let go of her hips.

  She climbs off of me and snatches her clothes from the ground, wincing as she lifts her leg to pull on her panties. “Holy shit, Eli… my clit is so sensitive, I don’t think I can put my clothes back on.”

  I smirk at her as I glance at my dick that’s still bobbing along like it didn’t just shoot hot ropes of cum down her throat. “So don’t…”

  Ashley tilts her head to the side and plops her hands on her hips. It’s almost comical to see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, look at me like I’ve got a screw or two loose while she’s buck naked with her her clothes perched in her hands as she taps her bare foot on the damp ground.

  Quirking one eyebrow up, I pose a question to her, “Now that we’ve gotten all of the pent up aggression and fuck you to the world out of our systems… what do you say we go about some makeup sex?”

  Ashley gasps and looks down at my erection, then back up at me. “How are you still hard? Don’t guys go soft after they get off?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I push myself up onto my elbows. “Not when the woman that they’re falling madly in love with is standing over them, naked as sin.”

  Ashley gasps and I turn up the charm to a thousand. If my grin was any wider, I’d look like I was ready to eat some shit. I hold my hand up to her and she cautiously takes it. I nod down at my little friend and laugh, “Make love to me, Ashley. Damn the world and the sixteen million ways it’s tried to fuck us over.”

  She slowly lowers herself down so that she’s straddling my stomach and leans over me, her breasts dangling just out of reach in front of my face, “And what makes you think I want to make
love to you? Or that I even can?”

  Feeling a twinge in my chest, I pull her hand up over where I approximate my heart is. It certainly feels like it’s there judging by the wild thumps against my ribcage. I press her palm flat against my skin and look up at her seriously, “Ashley, I’m not going to give you some long spiel about how destiny brought us together and our love was fated in the stars or any of that bullshit people use to sell books. I’m not a poet and I haven’t the faintest idea how to describe what I feel when I’m around you, but this… feel this and know that you are the only woman who has ever made my heart beat for you. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to try and fail, but I guess I fell for you because you’re just so damn charming…”

  Ashley narrows her eyes at me, but obliges, cuddling up beside me on the ground. “So what now?”

  I shrug as I rest my hands on her hips. I guide her back over my body so that her entrance is hovering over my pulsating cock. I pull down and shudder as I slide inside of her. A guttural moan pushes past my lips, along with the last words I ever thought I’d say to a woman, “Marry me…”

  Ashley coughs and sinks down on me completely. Her gaze whips to mine so fast that one of her pigtails slaps me in the face. “What?!?”

  I smile and buck inside her, my words pausing with every thrust as I make love to her. “Marry me. Not only… can I eat your pussy… anytime… we can have… all the sex we want... and absolutely nobody… can judge us. You can get out from under... your father’s thumb… and I can tell Trevor... to kiss my ass. Whatever this is… it feels right, Ashley... Tell me that you don’t feel it… the magnetic pull between us... and I will never bring it up again…”

  Ashley stops moving above me and stares at me with her mouth hanging open for several minutes before she says anything. “My father will disown me and kick me out of the apartment…”

  I nod slightly, pulling down hard on her hips to keep her from getting away. I lean up and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth. The saltiness of our combined cum pushes me further toward the edge that I’m about to go over. I tear my lips from hers and pant, “And then it’ll be... his decision to not have you live there… and you can live here... where you want to be anyway… with me…”

  Ashley licks her lips and for a brief moment, I think she’s actually considering it. “Okay, but…”

  My stomach clenches when she says ‘but.’ Buts are never a good thing. She giggles and shakes her head. She bites down on her bottom lip and shakes her head wildly as she lets out the most beautiful, primal sound I’ve ever heard. I gasp as I feel the tightness of her pussy constrict around my dick.

  Watching her ride me is all it takes to send me plummeting over the cliff, her cunt milking my dick until it’s almost painful and I know that I’m utterly spent. I look up at her in horror as I realize that I just came in about thirty seconds.

  She giggles as she slows her motions, resting her weight on me as she keeps my dick sheathed inside her pussy. “Quit looking at me like I just kicked your puppy. I’ll agree to get engaged, but we have to wait a while to get married. I want to send a giant fuck you to my dad as much as anyone, but I don’t want either of us to make a mistake that our parents can shove down our throats. I also do have a reputation to uphold.”

  I nod slowly, resting my hands on her thighs as she continues to straddle me. “Okay, so you’ll marry me if I can prove to you that we’re compatible… well, except in the bedroom. We’re obviously already compatible there…”

  Ashley nods. “I like you, Eli… I really, really like you. But I have to be in love before I will agree to marry you anyway. I’ve seen my father marry for convenience and for power too many times. They may hate each other now, but my mother and father still loved each once. I think they still do… deep down. It’s why my mother never remarried and my father has never been happy in his marriages since divorcing her.”

  I play with one of her pigtails as she lays down on top of me. I smile as her breathing evens out. “So, if I can make you fall hopelessly in love with me in the next year, you’ll marry me. Got it. You know I have access to all kinds of romantic things out here, including a neglected-looking garden on the East side of the property your mother asked me to tend. I think I’ll have to call it Gwen’s Garden.”

  Ashley sits up slightly and blinks at me in surprise. “What? How do you know…?”

  I give her a playful smile. “When a man is deciding to ask a woman to marry him, he gets his hands dirty and does some research. Ashley, I’m not concerned with contracts, licenses, and pieces of paper. I’m concerned with this...right here. You and me. And you have to understand, that while I’m no prince charming, if you agree to marry me, I’ll do everything in my power to treat you like the princess you deserve to be…”

  Ashley sighs softly and leans over me, kissing me with a quick peck on the lips. “It’ll be like our own little happily ever after…”

  EPILOGUE

  Ashley

  Eli made good on his promise to make me fall hopelessly in love with him. I was screwed from the beginning, and I never knew what hit me. He had so many tricks up his sleeve, I didn’t stand a chance against his wiles. He may not have come from much, but he was gifted with an abundance of charm. Aspen jokingly calls him Prince Charming, even though our story began with him having the wicked stepfather and good-for-nothing stepsisters.

  Trevor and Lacey were both arrested on charges of distributing child pornography. It caused quite a ruckus among my father’s contemporaries that his gardener was taking inappropriate pictures of his underage stepson, then allowing his daughter to text them to people. Thankfully, Eli escaped any charges, because he was seventeen at the time the pictures were taken, so he was of legal to consent in the state of New York and the authorities ruled that he was unaware of the pictures when they were taken.

  Even Helen avoided jail time, because she cooperated with the authorities, and they found her to be innocent of any wrongdoing. Besides being a horrible slut and adulterer. But neither of those things are illegal in the state of New York. In exchange for cooperation, Helen was also granted anonymity, so my father’s business friends never found out that she cheated on him with my now-fiance.

  And speaking of that whole engagement thing… after we made up in the pasture, he moved in that night to the ranch hand house with Hunter and Raven. He was a bit out of place for a while, and that black mare never did take a liking to him. She did get broken finally, but that’s another story for another time. Eli eventually gave up on trying to conquer horse whispering and instead, went with what he’s good at.

  The grounds of my mother’s ranch have never looked prettier than they do right now. Acres and acres of flowers in every hue of the rainbow have begun to bloom now that it’s Spring. And Gwen’s Garden is overflowing with the prettiest flowers of all. Eli spends an insane amount of time out there creating new hybrid flowers to Gwen’s delight. Every time she comes to visit, she immediately runs out to her own little space and gets lost in the flowers.

  She also adores Eli. And he’s good with her. When Blake and Aspen visit, they let Gwen run free on the grounds like a ranch child should. She’s becoming one with the land at the tender age of two, and it’s good that she’s gotten so independent. She has a little brother coming in September. (I told Aspen that getting a night alone with Blake would do that. It wasn’t quite Christmas, but New Year’s was close enough for her… and apparently his… Christmas present.)

  My mother is rather fond of Eli, and Uncle Gio ribs him when he visits that he skipped a step in wooing me. Eli always jokes back that he threw out the whole damn rule book, because nothing we did was normal. But despite our rocky beginnings, we’re now stronger than ever.

  Eli has since moved out of the ranch hand house and into a small two bedroom house on the property, near the pasture where we rekindled our relationship. Of course, I moved in with him, and the place is really taking shape. When I moved, I had to finally admit to my
mother that Eli and I were engaged, and she told me she suspected something like that.

  I asked her why, and she just laughed at me. She said there’s no way a man could look at a woman the way that Eli looks at me and not be in love. I don’t have the heart to tell her where Eli and I met, though I think she already has a pretty good idea. I’ve never been one to follow the rules, and she knows my father was trying to get me married off at the very ball where I met Eli. I guess, in a way, my father succeeded after all, just not the way he wanted to.

  In fact, my father exploded with rage when I told him that I’d given my heart to a simple man from humble beginnings. Who would have thought that I’d find the ultimate way to say “fuck you” to my father’s twisted ideals of marriage and my happily ever after in the same man. He settled a bit when I told him I’d met the man at the Halloween ball. My father is okay with it for now, because he thinks Eli has connections, which he does. Just not the kind of connections my father would appreciate. He doesn’t know that the man is the stepson of Trevor, yet, but he’ll know soon enough when he comes to dinner at the ranch.