Riding Lil' Red Hard: A Modern Day Fairy Tale (Fairy Tale Series Book 3)

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Yeah, I can see that,” she looks up at me and leans into me more, pushing away the space between us.

  “So, why don’t you just relax and enjoy the scene,” I let her hands go and turn away from her, hitting the button.

  The elevator begins to rise, up. When I look back at her, Vanessa looks a little disappointed, like she was expecting something I didn’t give her. I step back into her, pushing her back against the wall as I hold her there with my hips and she gasps, but doesn’t protest.

  “When you’re here, with me, you can live out whatever your deepest fantasies are. When you’re wearing this mask, you can just let it all go,” I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and she looks up at me. I can see the desire blazing in her light brown eyes and there’s a fire raging behind them. So why does she fight it? I slowly let my fingers travel over her jaw and down the side of her neck, hovering over her closer and closer until my mouth is almost on hers.

  “What’s your deepest fantasy?” she whispers, but doesn’t shy away from my eyes.

  I grind my cock into her and she moans softly, melting against me like her legs can’t support her anymore. I cover her soft lips with mine, kissing her urgently as my fingers dive up into her hair, tangling in her locks as I grab a fist full of it and yank her head back under control. I bite her lip and she gasps, her hands bunch up the fabric of my shirt, like she wants to tear it off.

  As the elevator slows, I step back and look down at her face, her lips are swollen and begging for more without ever saying a word. “My deepest fantasy is you,” I murmur just as the door slides open behind me.

  Vanessa opens her mouth but doesn’t have a chance to say anything, I grab her hand and lead her down the hall with a wall of what appears to be safety deposit boxes at the end. Before she can second guess all of this, I lead her to the wall and open one of the unlocked boxes. “This is where we leave our clothes, phones, all that stuff,” I explain, tearing off my shirt and folding it neatly before I lay it inside.

  “What am I supposed to wear,” pink flushes her cheeks as I unbutton my pants and kick off my shoes.

  “Whatever you wore underneath is fine,” I answer breezily.

  As I place all my belongings inside, Vanessa turns around, “Can you help me with the zipper?” I can hear the nerves fluttering inside her as her voice cracks a little.

  “Of course,” I slowly pull the gold tab down until the back of her dress falls open, watching shamelessly as she peels it down her body, revealing a sexy black bra and matching panties made from expensive lace.

  I run my fingers over her soft shoulder and down her arm until I reach her hand, holding her steady as she steps out of the pool of fabric at her feet. She bends over at the waist and a groan escapes my lips as she teases me with her beautiful, plump ass. Plucking her dress from the ground, she folds it over and places it on top of my things in the box. I close the door, locking our belongings inside.

  “Ready?” I slide my arm over the small of her back and lead her to the penthouse door.

  She takes a deep breath and slides into me a little closer, “Ready.”

  18|Vanessa

  Gabe saunters easily into the room like he owns the place. His tight, revealing underwear are navy blue this time, but every bit as scandalous as the pair I accidentally spilled my drink on the first night I met him. The thin fabric clings to his cock, curving around every ridge and hugging every inch. I want to slide my hand down his perfectly defined abs and wrap it around him. He’s so thick and he’s not even hard. I know if I circled my finger and thumb around his girth they wouldn’t even touch together on the other side.

  My nipples grow hard and a flush of heat surges through me at just the thought. My hands are not the only things I want to wrap around him. I want to slide my lips over him and feel him fill my mouth. I want to wrap my legs around his waist and let him stretch me out, fucking me with raw, primal need.

  I squeeze my thighs as my pussy clenches and grows slick with desire. The way Gabe makes my body react is new to me. Part of my problem with not being able to cum is I find it hard to get turned on. I mean, I’ve had plenty of sexy thoughts and imagined every dirty thing I could think of with minimal results. Nothing like the surge of wetness I feel in my center now.

  Gabe leads the way through the penthouse, slicing past the crowd like he knows the layout intimately. He probably does. He’s probably been intimate in this place more times than he can count. Jealously splashes over me like a cold shower, sending an icy anger through my veins that I don’t really deserve to own. He wasn’t in my life then. Hell, it’s not like I have any say in what he does now. We’re not together.

  But what about that kiss? What about the way he makes you feel? You know it means more.

  My thoughts are interrupted as my eyes soak in the dark, sultry suite. I follow Gabe slowly, entranced by the writhing, hot bodies bathing in pleasure all around me. In the middle of the floor is a naked woman with four men propping her up as she’s licked and touched by all of them. There are two burly men whose faces are buried in her tits as they each suckle and flicker their tongues over one nipple each. She’s standing tall, her legs open wide as another two men dart their tongues over her most sensitive parts, one eating her out as he fingers her pussy the other keeps alternating between licking and fingering her asshole. All four men are attending to her, eight hands on her body, four tongues, every man working toward one goal, her orgasm. I can only imagine how overwhelmed she must be by the sensations. I almost feel dizzy just thinking about it.

  “This way,” Gabe gently tugs my hand and I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking. That I’m just standing here staring at the mesmerizing scene. I manage to move, even though my feet feel heavy and I follow him to a set of stairs leading to a loft above. “Up here, we will have a drink and you can watch as much as you want,” he smirks. Luckily, it’s too dark in here for him to see me blush.

  We walk up the stairs and find some seats at a small table by the railing, overlooking the entire floor below. Gabe tucks my chair in for me and tells me he’ll be back with some drinks. I just nod silently as my eyes slide over the unfolding scene. Near the back of the room and below, I can see a man who has three women bent over a table. He has their panties pulled down just enough to expose their pussies. Each of them is standing bent over at the waist, their upper bodies pressed flat into the hardwood. He stands behind one of them and grabs a handful of her ass, harshly twisting it in his palm before giving her a firm slap. She writhes under his touch, but the music in here is too loud to know if she’s crying out in pain or pleasure. He moves to the next girl and slides his dick inside her, pumping into her a couple of times before pulling out and smacking the next girl’s ass mercilessly.

  It feels so strange to be able to watch people in their most intimate moments like this, yet I can’t look away. There’s something almost hypnotic about the exchange of power here. Between the people fucking each other, the people watching, and the people putting on a show.

  “Here you go,” Gabe slides a glass of bubbly across the table to me and sits down with his rum and Coke. “What do you think so far, Vanessa?” He pulls his chair over to sit closer to my side and I lean into him a little.

  “It’s intense,” I admit, watching the orgy below.

  “I think you like it,” he muses, watching me as he takes a slow sip of his drink. “I think you put on a good act, but you’re not really a good girl at all. I think you’ve got a dirty side that’s just begging to come out and play,” he softly grazes his fingers down my cheek and I, gaze into his blue eyes.

  “I think you’re right,” my throat is tight as I let my confession slip out.

  “So the question is,” he leans in and sucks my earlobe in over his lip, inside the heat of his mouth. “What are you going to do about it?”

  19|Gabe

  Vanessa’s lips pulls down in the corners and sadness rolls in over her eyes as she lifts her glass of champagne
and takes a drink.

  “Nothing,” she finally answers flatly, looking down at the table.

  It’s hard to see behind her mask, but it looks like tears are forming in her eyes. She runs her hand over her new haircut and sighs.

  “Are you worried about your new look again?” I drape my arm over her shoulders and pull her into me. “Listen to me, you are beautiful. I know it, every person in here knows it, you should know it too,” I gently scold her. “Every guy in here wishes he could trade places with me right now, trust me.”

  “I don’t know about that,” she smiles and nods her head down to the floor below us where two women are taking turns sucking some guy’s cock. “I’m pretty sure most of the guys in here want to trade with him,” she laughs.

  At least she’s laughing.

  “I wouldn’t, the only woman I see in here is you.” I put my finger and thumb on her chin and turn her face to mine, “I mean that.”

  Vanessa looks down at her glass, like she’s studying the small bubbles that slowly slink up to the surface and explode in tiny little pops. “It’s not my hair that’s bothering me, I mean, it does, but it’s just like the straw that broke the camel’s back,” she explains.

  I silently take another drink, giving her time to collect her thoughts. It’s not hard to see something is weighing heavily on her mind. She runs her glossy nails over the back of her hand and her eyes flicker up to mine, searching for something, but I don’t know what.

  “This movie just isn’t panning out how I expected, I guess,” she confides.

  “Because of Erik? Were you two serious?” I almost choke on my words. The idea of them being together flames the embers of anger I still have in my gut after the first impression he made yesterday. I can’t imagine what she ever saw in him.

  “I thought so, but I was wrong. He dumped me right before the Oscars for another actress he cheated on me with,” she rolls her eyes. “I honestly can’t stand being near him, so it’s just thrown an ugly monkey wrench in my plans for this part. I mean, I hate him, but he’s supposed to be my love interest? And how am I supposed to act like he’s so sexy and irresistible that he makes my character go from needing anonymous sex with any man she can get, to being satisfied with only him. Fuck, he wouldn’t know how to make a woman cum if his stupid Oscar depended on it,” she laughs dryly.

  “Wait, so he never did it for you?” I can’t help the undeniable joy that fact brings me. It still doesn’t completely wipe out my feelings about them being together, but it helps somehow.

  “No, no he didn’t. I mean, but that’s not his fault I guess,” she tucks her hair behind her ear and bites her lip. Vanessa’s eyebrows shoot up as worry etches into her face.

  “What’s wrong?” I slide my hand over her soft hair, wishing I could ease the pain and sadness I can see swirling behind her eyes.

  “It’s just, well, fuck this is really embarrassing. But, the reason I originally took this part, I mean, the reason I ran into you at the sex club that night was because I wanted to do research on what it looks like to really get into it, you know?” She looks at me pointedly, but I’m not understanding the words she’s dancing around.

  “You wanted to understand the mind of a nympho?”

  Vanessa shakes her head and lifts her glass, emptying the rest of her champagne in one gulp. Her breasts heave up as she sighs deeply, and I get lost in her exposed curves for a moment before I remind myself to focus. She’s obviously trying to say something that’s important to her.

  “Not exactly,” she slowly speaks, as if she’s choosing each word from a list. Carefully selecting the perfect sentences. “I wanted to see what it looked like for women to really enjoy themselves, you know? Like the way they looked when they had an orgasm. Not just the actual cumming part, but the part that leads up to it. I wanted to understand what I’ve been missing,” she breathes out like she’s been holding her breath for a year, her shoulders rounding as she deflates.

  “Are you saying no one has ever made you cum?” I try to piece together her thoughts. Vanessa puts her head in her hands and nods, barely moving her head.

  “No one. Never. I’ve just, I’ve never had an orgasm. Ever.” Each word seems to beat her down, like her admission is defeating her.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” I run my hand over her back and she looks up at me. “That just means you haven’t met the right person.” I lift my glass to my lips and this time, I don’t try to hide the fact that I’m drinking in her body, I take my time as I let my eyes travel over her. “I’ll tell you what, you come down to the floor with me and I’ll make you cum. Right here, right now,” I drag my fingertips down her spine.

  Vanessa’s eyes grow wide, but the way she bites her lip and looks me over tells me she’s interested.

  “Get up,” I stand up and tug her hand until she’s standing next to me. “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing,” I promise her as I lead her back over to the stairs. “I’m going to make you cum so hard you’re going to wonder how you ever lived this long without it.”

  She doesn’t argue or even try to slink behind me. I can see the uncertainty in her face, but her body is telling me it’s ready. She wants this. She needs this. And I’m going to give it to her.

  20|Vanessa

  I clutch onto Gabe’s hand as he leads me down the stairs and a million second thoughts light up in my brain like stars in a clear sky in autumn. I swear my heart is racing so fast that I can feel its rhythmic beat in my fingertips.

  I shouldn’t do this. Not with him. Not here. It won’t work anyway. It’s not like Gabe has some kind of ‘magic dick,’ that’s going to fix whatever is broken inside me. All these thoughts bombard me at the same time. And none of them stop my feet. None of them keep me from following Gabe even as we reach the bottom step and he walks me through a crowd of people fucking in every way imaginable, leading me to the far side of the room, with a cocky swagger.

  I want him.

  I want this.

  I push the nerves down, trying to trap the butterflies that are flurrying around in my stomach. I swallow hard, trying to coat my dry throat and breathe in sharply when Gabe suddenly stops, turns around and pulls me into him so tight I can feel his bulge press into me.

  “Oh!”

  It’s all I have a chance to say before his fingers snake up my back and he unclasps my bra with one hand. The straps slip from my shoulders and I gasp as he quickly yanks the fabric free from my body and tosses it next to the wall. Instinctively I press my hands over my breasts, suddenly feeling very shy and like this is very real.

  This isn’t a twisted fantasy or a game, I scan the room self-consciously and wonder how many people in the dimly lit loft are watching us. I gaze over the mostly naked bodies all around us, of all ages, ethnicities and shapes, the one string connecting them is their sexuality. I hold my tits tight, my heart pounding in my chest and realize I’ve just agreed to be one of them. To join the disjointed orgy of couples and groups fucking in this place. I look to the couch a few feet away and am not surprised to see an older man, a silver fox with a head full of white hair and tight muscles sitting down, leaning back while a much younger woman blows him. I try not to stare, but I gasp with shock when I look to my left and see an older woman who could be that silver fox’s wife on her hands and knees being taken on both ends by two much younger men.

  “Why are you hiding from me?” Gabe steps toward me and I can see the glint of hunger in his eyes, like a wolf on the prowl for it’s prey.

  “I, uh, I’m not,” I still don’t drop my hands. The only thing keeping them from shaking is the fact that I’ve got them clamped over my exposed breasts.

  “Have you changed your mind?” Gabe tilts his head and his blue eyes study my face.

  I look around the room one more time, biting my lip. It’s crazy and it’s foreign but it’s also incredibly sexy, to see all of these people indulging in a type of pleasure I’ve always craved, but never experienced. I turn my fac
e back to Gabe, leveling him with my eyes. “No. I haven’t changed my mind,” I utter bravely.

  His full lips twitch up in the corner and he narrows his eyes. “Good,” he swoops in at me, grabbing my hands securely in just one of his and walks me backward until I hit the wall. He holds my hands tightly in his, up over my head, leaving my body completely at his disposal. I breathe in sharply over my teeth. What is he going to do to me? My pussy floods with desires I’ve never felt before, and all the possibilities.

  “Relax,” Gabe leans into my ear and speaks softly so I can just hear him over the rattling bass of the club. “We can stop anytime. This is all about you,” he reassures me and I begin to calm down a little until he wrenches my hands up tighter and steps between my feet, forcing me to open mine, on either side of him.

  “I’m a little nervous,” I admit.

  “Don’t be,” he brushes it off. “I haven’t laid a hand on you. I don’t need to, sex isn’t about your body it’s about your mind. It’s about your fantasies, it’s about the build-up,” he hovers his hand down over my collarbone and glides his fingers over my skin closely, so I can feel the heat of his hand, but he doesn’t touch me.

  As his fingers draw closer to my tits, my nipples grow taut, transforming into tiny pink diamonds. “Do you feel that? The electricity between us? What does that do to you? What does it make you want to do?” He leans in and sucks my earlobe in past his lips, flickering his tongue over it quickly as his hand still travels over my body without touching me.

  My eyelids flutter closed as the buzz inside me grows stronger. Tiny currents seem to travel under my skin, like a summer lightning storm, the heat builds and then explodes down through me, running over me in a jagged path from my earlobe down to my aching pussy.

  “It makes me want you,” I manage to confess. “I want you to fuck me,” my voice is wheezy with need. I’ve never felt anything like this before, this overpowering pull to be with him. This all-consuming craving for his touch.