Love and Candy Canes

by M. K. Moore

  "Tresoro Family Ice Cream in Port Republic?" she asks slowly.

  "One in the same," I say proudly. I am proud of all that my family has been able to accomplish in the last thirty-five years or so. My father took an old family recipe for ice cream and made it skyrocket. Over the years we've introduced several new flavors but our most popular is surprisingly vanilla.

  "Oh my God. You guys used to make my favorite ice cream, but you discontinued it. I was so bummed."

  The only flavor we've ever discontinued was about six years ago. Candy Cane Delight. It was our least popular flavor, not even selling well at Christmas. It cost more to make it then we were bringing in. It was a solid business decision through and through. We get more requests for it now that it's off the market than we did while it was in production.

  "I'm sorry. What did you love about it," I ask as the waitress sets the pizza down on the wire cooling rack. She makes sure we are good on drinks, then she's off again. My background is research and development. I want to know more.

  "What's not to love? The pure vanilla flavor and a hint of peppermint and the bonus chunks of real Swedish candy canes. It was just wonderful. A party in my mouth.” The blush that grows on her cheeks is instant. It makes want to see how far down it goes. Can I turn her on enough to blush all over?

  “Oh really?” I ask quirking an eyebrow at her.

  "Yes. Best thing I've ever tasted," She says with a smirk.

  "So far," I reply leaning over to tuck a piece of her now dry hair behind her ear. She shivers when my fingers graze over her cheek and I love it.

  “Oh, my,” she whispers.

  I was captivated by her when I saw her from afar, now that I am sitting here talking to her, I am gone. Beyond gone. Everything I have done in my life has brought me to this point. I have never made time for women. In high school I was a nerd, in college they knew I was rich, same as now. I knew what I didn’t want but as for what I want, Savannah checks all those boxes for me. I smile at her. I want nothing more than to bury my cock in her. Shaking my head to clear it, I finish my pizza and down my beer, my throat suddenly dry.

  Between the two of us, we finish the pizza. Harley came back and told us to have a nice evening. She really didn’t leave a bill, so I tipped her a hundred dollars and grab Savannah’s bag and stand. I hold my hand out for hers which she takes. It’s just now getting dark.

  “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” I ask, not wanting the night to end.

  “Yes,” she says quickly like she wants the same thing as I do. I lean down to her and kiss her. The moment my lips touch hers, I know without a fucking shadow of a doubt she was made to be my wife and the mother of my children. Mine. She whimpers and her lips part for me. Sweeping my tongue inside of her mouth, I claim her.

  I am not sure how long the kiss lasts but it isn’t until some teenagers start whistling at us that I end the kiss, reluctantly.

  “Um, I live just over there,” she says, pointing to a large condo building right behind us.

  “Yeah? I will walk you home then.”

  “You could come up for coffee or some cake I made earlier, or…”

  “That sounds amazing.” I say taking her hand. She leads me this time. In the elevator, I kiss her again, slowly. Savoring her. The elevator opens onto the tenth floor and she exits. I follow her, watching her ass sway as she goes. God, please have mercy on my soul, she’s going to kill me. Her ass is lush and can’t wait to get my hands on it. She stops in front of her door and turns to face me, holding out her hand. I quirk an eyebrow.

  “My bag? I need my keys.”

  “Oh, right,” I say, chuckling. God, she’s got me all kinds of twisted up. I hand over the bag and she digs through it, eventually she kneels, dumping it out on the ground.

  “Shit,” she mumbles under her breath.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask, looking down at her on knees in front of me. Fuck, it’s taking all of my strength not to do something crazy, like ask this beautiful goddess to marry me, now.

  “My keys aren’t here. My wallet is, but not my house keys. I left my car keys inside where I have a spare key. I am going to have to call the super,” she says.

  “I’ll wait with you,” I reply. There is no fucking way I am going to leave her alone while she waits for someone to come help here.

  “You really don’t have to, Rickey,” she says smiling. That is the first time anyone has ever called me anything other than Emmerich.

  “I will. Or we could go to my place. It’s only about twenty minutes from here.”

  “That would be wonderful. I really wish I had something to wear other than this bathing suit.”

  “I am sure that I can find you something,” I say, my cock hardening yet again at the thought of being with her. I kneel down and help her put all the stuff back in the bag and shoulder it again.

  Once again, we take the elevator, but I keep my hands to myself. There is no way I can keep this raging hard on from her. I don’t want to scare her. We walk out of her condo and onto the street. My car is in a valet lot just up the block. In silence we walk there hand in hand. I give the attendant the ticket and wait rather impatiently for him to return. When he does, she whistles.

  “It’s gorgeous,” she says sitting in the passenger seat after I open the door for her.

  “Thanks. I restored it myself,” I say as I slide into the driver’s seat. I pull out onto the street and take off towards home. She rests her hand on my thigh just above my knee. Any damn higher and she’d land on my cock. Her hand is hot and small, and I want her touching me everywhere.

  I don’t really know what I am doing here, but I know that I want her. I am craving her. She sits quietly as we go from the city further into the suburbs. My house is just off the highway. It large and set back off of the road. I just had it built and have only been staying in it for the last week. It’s got food, a bed, and my clothes but that is about it. I pull into my driveway and hop out of the car. Going around to her side, I open the door and help her out.

  “Thank you. That ride was so cool,” she says, laughing. Her wind-blown hair looks so inviting. We walk up the cobbled pathway and onto the porch.

  “Come in,” I say unlocking the door and letting her pass me into the front hall.

  “Um, there is nothing in here,” she says giggling. “Is this were you kill me and bury my body in the backyard?” She is still laughing.

  “Killing you and burying you is the very last thing that I want to do with your body,” I say kissing her again until she is breathless.

  “Yeah, okay,” she whispers. “Can I freshen up?”

  “Right. Of course. This way,” I say leading her to my bathroom. “Towels are in the closet. I am afraid I don’t have anything for women here, but you are welcome to anything you find.”

  “Don’t bring a lot of women home with you?”

  “Well, no. Never actually.” I answer honestly.

  “Ah, you are the love ‘em and leave ‘em type then?” she asks.

  “No, not at all.”

  “I don’t understand,” she says.

  “Oh, Savvy. You are the only woman I will ever be with,” I declare, kissing her jawline. She shivers.

  “Rickey, please.” She begs, but I can tell she doesn’t know what for.

  “Shower, baby. I’ll get us some wine.”

  “O-okay.”

  Though I want her more than anything, I still have some control. I want her to be comfortable with me, because when I take her, I am never letting her go.

  Three short hours in her company and my whole future is before my eyes. Thank fuck it’s with her.

  3

  Savannah

  I feel like every single nerve in my body is on fire. He does things to me. I feel like if I don’t come right now, I am going to explode. Was he really telling me that he’s a virgin to? Is there any way that is true? I don’t get the feeling that he’s lying to me, but has he seen himself? I turn the massive sh
ower on and while it’s heating up, I shed my cover-up and my bathing suit. Though it’s dry, I hang it up on a towel rack. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my body. It feels amazing. My skin is super sensitive right now, like it knows it’s about to be touched or something. I am keyed up. I want to touch my aching pussy so bad, but I think it should be just for him. It’s absolutely insane how much I want to give myself to him. At this point it’s almost a need. Shaking my head and moving on, I open his soap and smell it. I am going to love smelling like him. I use one of the washcloths that are neatly folded on the ledge and lather my body. The salt, sand, and general grittiness of the day wash away until I feel infinitely better. His shampoo is simple and the same brand I use, so I wash my hair twice. I finish up without too much delay. I get out of the shower and try to wrap myself in his plush grey towel, but it doesn’t quite meet on the other side.

  Curvy girl, first world problem for sure.

  I decide to be bold. I drop the towel and exit the bathroom. He’s standing in his room, digging through a dresser drawer. Our eyes connect in the mirror and he growls low in his throat. Oh my God. He looks like a predator as stalks toward me, his prey. I love it. What the hell does that say about me?

  “You have small towels,” I say breathlessly. The way he is looking at me makes me wetter than I ever have been before.

  “Thank God for small favors,” he growls as he reaches me. Somehow, he lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist. I should stop this. I don’t really know him at all, but everything in me is telling me that I do. That I can trust him. That he’s going to own me, and I am going to revel in that knowledge. He kisses me with unbridled intensity, and I can’t stop the moan that seemingly comes from my toes. He’s unlike anyone I have ever known. His fingers are gripping my ass tightly.

  “Savvy, I can feel how wet you are for me. Your pussy is soaking me through my shirt. Let me taste you,” he growls.

  “What?” His question brings me back to reality. “Um, yeah.” Like I’d ever turn that down. He carries me to his bed and drops me on it. Before I can even bounce, he has my thighs spread and his face buried in my pussy. He groans as he inhales the scent of me. I try to close my legs, but he holds them open in his powerful grip. Damn. I shudder as his tongue touches my clit.

  “Son of a bitch, Savvy. I will never get enough of this.” He eats me out like he’ll die if he stops. If he does, I just might. My hands fist in his hair just to get a grip on reality. How is he so good at this? I try to push all the images of other women out of mind, but it’s hard. Does he often pick women up on the beach to orally please? Because that’s what he’s doing to me, pleasing me beyond all rational thinking. I know he said he was a virgin, but maybe not a mouth virgin too.

  Still, he’s eating me, and I can’t help relaxing into it. He uses a finger to gently press against my opening. It’s too much and I come all over his face. When he pops his head up, my juices are glistening in his scruffy beard. I grin as he climbs up my body and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and moan, pulling him back to me for more kisses. Afterward, he just lays down next to me. What?

  “Why are you stopping?” I blurt out, but my voice is husky, and I am so turned on it’s a wonder I haven’t caught on fire yet.

  “That was all about you, baby,” he says leaning over and turning the bedside lamp on and turning the switch there off, thus shutting the overhead light out.

  “Oh, no. I don’t like that at all.” I say, moving to climb on top of him. I pull his t-shirt up so that he has to sit up a bit to get it off.

  “What are you doing?”

  “It’s my turn to please you, unless you don’t want me too,” I say with a mock pout.

  “No, no. Do whatever you want,” he groans.

  With his shirt gone, I open his belt and shorts and tentatively reach my hand into his boxers. My hand wraps around his hard length. Oh my God. It’s massive. My mouth dries up as I stroke him up and down. I scoot down taking his shorts and boxers with me as I go. Feeling it and seeing it are two very different things. I lick my lips and gasp a little as his cock pops free and bounces off his stomach.

  “Holy shit,” I murmur.

  “You gonna be a good girl?” he asks, and I have to clench my thighs. I never would have thought that being called a “good girl” would do anything for me, but it so does. I nod, still staring at his junk. “Words, Savvy. I want to hear words.”

  “Yes, I’ll be a good girl,” I say while looking directly into his eyes. Then I lower my head and take the head of his cock into my mouth. One drop of salty goodness hits my taste buds and I moan. I take more and more of him into my mouth, until he is at the back of my throat. There is still a good few inches that don’t fit, so I bring my hand up and encircle it. I get a good rhythm going between sucking and jerking. Eventually, he’s fucking my face like he owns me. I am pretty sure that he does. Without warning, he comes, trying to pull me off of him, but I suck even harder. I want to taste more of him. I drink all of him down and wipe my lips before sitting back up. He kisses me and our tastes mingle. Oh. My. God. He is so fucking hot, I don’t know what to do. I know that I’d like to scoot back up and sit on his still hard cock, but I don’t do that. He pulls me to lay beside him and kicks his clothes off the rest of the way, pulling the blankets over us.

  “Want to go to a wedding tomorrow?” he asks kissing my forehead.

  “Yeah. That’d be nice.” I am suddenly very tired. I never want to leave his arms. I feel safe and oddly loved.

  After getting into my condo, I take a quick shower while he waits. I pull on a knee-length black cocktail dress and a pair of red strappy heels.

  “You look beautiful,” he says as I walk back into my living room.

  “Thank you,” I say. He looks gorgeous in his tuxedo. “I’m ready to go.” He holds out his hand to me and I take it. He uses it to pull me closer to him in order to kiss me breathless. I must say waking up in his arms this morning was amazing. Is it insane that I want to do that every day for the rest of my life? Even if it is, sign me up.

  “Now I am ready to go,” he says after ending the kiss.

  “Do we have a few minutes,” I ask giggling. He’s turned me on yet again.

  “Unfortunately, not, but I will take care of you later,” he whispers that and several other filthy things in my ear that make me squirm. Damn him. We take another Uber from my place over to the hotel where his cousin is getting married. As soon as we get there, I meet the groom. To say that he’s a creep would be an understatement.

  “Hey cuz, who’s the hottie?”

  “Mind your business, Yuri.”

  “Fine, fine,” he says raising his hands.”

  “Don’t you need to get married,” I ask, holding on to Emmerich’s hand tighter.

  “Right. Yeah, I guess so,” he says shrugging his shoulder.

  He goes to stand at the altar and Emmerich leads me to our seats. We sit together and watch the show. The bride who I learn is Tarah, decides at the last minute to NOT marry the douche, when Emmerich’s other cousin, Dante, interrupts the service. It caused a lot of commotion since Yuri and Tarah’s fathers were pretty much forcing the marriage. Yuri and Tarah hate each other as we learned when this unfolded like a daytime soap opera. Since there was no reception, we are now going out to dinner with Emmerich’s brother, Friedrich and their parents, Martin and Eralandis.

  “So, where did my brother meet you?” he asks after we have ordered. Our drinks arrived quickly.

  “On the beach yesterday,” I say taking a sip of my margarita. The giant almost all tequila margarita.

  “He went to the beach?” His facial expression can only be described as shocked.

  “Yes,” I say, and I know that I am blushing.

  “He always has such a stick up his ass,” he says, laughing.

  “Brother, shut it.”

  “I haven’t noticed any stick,” I say.

  “Oh, really?”


  “Really, not even the hint of one,” I reply as I run my hand discreetly up his thigh under cover of the table. I hear him groan under his breath. I feel a bit naughty. I mean, his parents are sitting right there.

  “That is news that should be celebrated,” Fredrich says.

  “Don’t worry, I plan to,” Emmerich says causing me to giggle. I leave the men to their conversation and turn to Mrs. Tresoro. She is a tall, willowy woman with a kind smile.

  “So, Savannah, tell me more about you. You look familiar to me.”

  “I am a chef on TV. Emmerich told me about your health. I am so glad you are doing better. I was on Dance Star last season.

  “Oh, yes. I remember. You were lovely, dear.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Tresoro.”

  “Please, you must call me, Era.”

  We chat until the bill comes. Mr. Tresoro, or Marty as he insisted, I call him, paid the bill and they prepare to leave.

  “We should have lunch soon, Savannah,” Era says, kissing my cheeks.

  “I’d like that. It was lovely to meet you,” I say, returning her hug.

  “Same dear. With the way my son is looking at you, I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each other.”

  “Is it crazy if I say that I hope so? We only met yesterday.”

  “Not at all. I met and married Marty within two days. I was a showgirl in Vegas. It was the best decision I ever made. Trust your heart.”

  “Thank you,” I say smiling. I decide to heed her advice. My own parents met in high school and knew right away they were meant to be together. Thirty years later, that still rings true. When they leave, Fredrich rubs his hands together excitedly.

  “Should we hit a casino?” Fredrich asks.

  “Ooh, that would be fun,” I say. “Besides, we are dressed to go out.” The guys nod and it looks like the night is set.

  We walk from the restaurant to a casino and I head straight for the ATM. I take out a hundred dollars, which is all I will allow myself when I gamble.

  “What’s your poison?” I ask Emmerich, taking a drink of the beer I ordered as soon as we got here. I have never been this drunk before.