Till Death Do Us Trope

by Alexa Riley

  “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you,” I say, and elbow his side.

  I nudge my thick-framed glasses back up my nose and try not to trip as I make my way over to one of the tables with dirty dishes all over it. I hear the auction announcer say something and the crowd cheers, but I ignore it. It’s not like it’s any of my business. Right now my focus is to get these dishes to the kitchen and then clock out. I’m only allowed to have so many hours and my manager won’t pay overtime. Since I picked up a double shift yesterday I’m only allowed short hours until tomorrow. I guess I’ve got time to grab a sneaky plate of leftover food from the back and go home for some Netflix.

  My life might be a tad boring, maybe even unexciting from the outside. But I don’t let it get me down. I’m sure one day it will all change.

  Chapter 2

  Jericho

  “What have I done?” I clench my fists and try to remember why I’m doing this in the first place. What man in their right mind would agree to auctioning himself off for charity? Even though Sick Kids with Sick Pets is an admirable charity, the thought of selling myself makes me feel cheap.

  All my life I’ve been too busy making money to find someone to love. Seeing my brother Romeo with his wife and baby has sparked something inside me. I want what they have and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to find that. Even if it means putting myself up for sale.

  “Tonight we have none other than Jericho Trope!” the announcer says over the microphone and the crowd goes wild. It’s like a sporting event and I’m the ball that’s being tossed around. Hopefully the person that finally helps me score is someone I can spend my life with. What better way to find your soulmate than to let someone prove it with their wallet. Right?

  Maybe I should have told my brother about the auction just in case. But this will probably all work out fantastically if my family history has anything to say about it. Sure, it’s filled with ridiculous drama, but that’s the spice of life.

  The drumroll begins and I push through the curtains and walk out onto the stage. The lights are bright and I blink a few times, letting them adjust. I walk to the end of the stage and adjust my tuxedo. It’s perfectly fitted because it’s custom made, like all my clothes. It’s hard to be a billionaire and not have these things. They’re kind of expected.

  “Welcome, Jericho,” the announcer says. “Tonight we are going to start the bidding at three hundred thousand dollars. And remember, it’s all for a good cause.”

  She strikes her gavel and the shouting of bids begins. There are even a few women who throw bills on the stage. I try not to look at them. I stand still and stare straight ahead waiting for the moment to be over. If all the romance stories I’ve heard are correct, this will end with me finding the love of my life. My face is impassive as I imagine who will win me and give me my happily ever after.

  While I try to ignore some of the filthy remarks being made about my body and what my abilities consist of, my eye catches something in the distance.

  I spot a woman clearing dishes off a table at the back of the room. She’s got dark hair knotted up on the top of her head, and dark-framed glasses. From this distance, I can only make out her shape, but dear god, I want those curves pressed against me. Never before have I looked at a woman and wanted her. Every cell in my body is firing and I’m being pulled in her direction. I want to jump down off the stage and part the crowd like the sea so I can get to her faster. But the auctioneer is shouting into the microphone, reminding me that I’m stuck here.

  My pulse races as I watch her trip over her feet a few times before she turns her back on me. Fuck, what if she leaves and I can’t find her? My heart is pounding as I scan the crowd and spot my brother Romeo off to the side.

  “One billion dollars!” he shouts as we lock eyes. For a moment we have a silent exchange and he nods at me. He knows exactly what I’m feeling and he’s giving me the go-ahead. He’s going to take care of all of this.

  “Sold!” I hear shouted, and instantly I jump down off the stage. I push my way through the crowd and from somewhere behind me I hear people groan and clap.

  I don’t have time to give them a second thought because as the crowd swarms me, I catch a glimpse of my woman leaving.

  “No!” I try to shout over the crowd, but it’s too late. She disappears out a side door and I’m too far away from her. “Damn it.”

  “Mr. Trope, if we could just have a moment of your time,” a paparazzo asks, shoving a microphone in my face.

  I elbow the guy out of the way and try to break through the mob of people. I turn around looking for Romeo, but I see he’s already left with Arabella. Good for him. This place has suddenly become a madhouse.

  “This way, Mr. Trope,” a voice says, and I feel someone pull my arm. It’s in the wrong direction, but I see a break in the crowd.

  When we get through, I see a side door and I make my way through it with the person who saved me. The door slams closed behind me and I turn around to see a young man holding it closed.

  “Thank you.” I glance down at his name tag and nod to it. “Butch.”

  “You’re welcome. Your brother slipped me some cash on his way out to make sure you got where you needed to go.”

  I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Where I need to be is on the other side of that room.”

  “I’m afraid that’s impossible at the moment.” Just then more people beat on the door wanting to talk to me.

  “Is there a back way out of here?” I growl as I look around the room. “I’ve got to get to her.”

  “Who?” Butch asks, as he pushes against the door to hold it closed.

  “The one,” I say, feeling frustration rise once again. “The dark-haired beauty who was cleaning tables.”

  “Cookie?” he asks.

  “It’s no time for snacks, you fool! I’m trying to find the woman of my dreams!”

  “No, that’s her name. Cookie. She was cleaning tables before she left.”

  I run over to him and grip his shirt with both hands, pulling him close. “How do you know her?” I demand, feeling anxious that she might already be taken. I immediately push that thought out of my head, because I would never allow a man to stand in the way of what I want.

  “Calm down. She’s my friend.” He looks me up and down. “You’re more my type then she is.”

  “I don’t have time for riddles,” I say, stepping back and taking a breath. “I just need to find her. She’s the one. I’m sure of it. Tell me how to find her.”

  “She probably just went home. She’s not one for going out, and we live together.” He reaches inside his pants and pulls out a key, tossing it to me. “I’d like to think if a billionaire was after me, she’d give him directions.”

  After that he texts me her name and number, with an address to their place.

  “You’ve been really helpful. How can I repay you?” I ask, putting all the info into my phone and checking my watch.

  “Just make sure you’re good to her,” he says, nodding solemnly. “And if you’ve got a single brother, send him my way.”

  “I can’t help you with a date, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” I send a text to my assistant to wire him a few million, and call it even. “Now, how do I get out of here undetected?”

  Butch looks around the room. “I think this air vent leads out to the alley in the back. I’ll create a distraction and you can escape that way.”

  I reach out, shaking his hand and thanking him again for helping me.

  “Just make sure when you find Cookie that you treat her right. She’s…” He pauses, thinking on something. “She’s pretty innocent.”

  “I’ll never hurt her,” I vow, and turn to make my way out of the room.

  I climb up some crates against the back wall and open the metal vent. I turn back and nod to Butch one last time before I pull myself up and climb through the dark tunnel.

  From behind me, I hear him close the grate and then shout.

“Fire!”

  Chapter 3

  Cookie

  Chapter 3 Cookie

  I walk in the door and lay the container of food down on the table. I plan on eating it after I take a nice long bath. I need to soak my legs and warm up before I indulge in food, even though I saw a picture on Instagram that told me Styrofoam containers of food float in the tub. I’m not that desperate. Yet.

  The one nice thing about living with Butch is that the guest room has an attached bathroom with a gigantic tub. It not something I’ve ever heard of in apartments before, but hey, who's really paying attention to that here?

  I strip off my clothes while the water runs and steam fills the room. I take my hair down out of its knot and let it fall down my back. I moan as I rub my scalp and feel the tension leave my shoulders and back. Waiting tables can mean good money, but it’s hard work on the body.

  Before I get in the tub I put my glasses on the counter and then grab a towel. I set it on the side of the tub before I put my toes into the hot water. It scalds a little as I ease down into it, but it feels so good on my muscles. I lie back and grab the body wash and soap up my puff. I close my eyes as I rub it all over my body, washing away the smell of the kitchen and replacing it with the scent of lavender.

  A moan escapes my lips as I rub between my legs and feel the ache there, too. It’s been so long since I’ve masturbated. Living with a pervert and then stressing about where to live and how I’m going to eat sort of put a damper on my sex drive. But after a hard night’s work and a pocket full of tips, she’s back and ready to go.

  My fingers slide across my clit and I get comfortable. I’m going to take my time and enjoy this one. I want to make it last, so I’ll tease myself for a while before I get out and use my vibrator. I’d love to have a big man with an even bigger dick to satisfy my needs, but virgins aren’t really in demand at the moment. The last guy who was interested in me found out I still had my cherry and ran for the hills. He was a douchebag anyway, and I think he just wanted to smash and dash. I think he thought I’d fall in love with him or something if he was my first. Newsflash, Rico, nobody is falling for a broke pot-peddler that lives out of his car. I just wanted a little comfort for the night, but looking back, I see he saved me from a shitty situation.

  Pushing all thoughts of that idiot out of my mind, I think about my man. He’s a fantasy I’ve created in my mind and he’s absolute perfection. He’s a tall man with big hands and a long tongue. My current fantasy with him is him sneaking into my room. I tease myself a little more as the image takes hold. I’m in my tub as he walks in and tells me to get on my knees. The stranger licks my pussy from behind until I cum, and then carries me to bed. The fantasy varies after that. Sometimes he fucks me hard and makes the bed shake. Sometimes it’s nice and slow. But either way, it’s always the same man I envision, with dark hair and dark eyes, and a big ol’ schlong between his thick thighs.

  Hey, a girl’s got needs.

  My pussy clenches as I think about the way he holds me and the words he whispers in my ear. The fantasy is so real that it makes me ache. My orgasm is fast approaching and I have to move my fingers away and take a breath. I’m too worked up too fast and I want this to last. Frustration hits me at the same time because I want this fantasy to be true.

  I want my knight in shining armor to show up and tell me that his bank account is almost as fat as his dick just before he fucks me off into the sunset. I realize that there may be more to a happy life than that, but I’m obsessed with falling in love, and it hasn’t happened yet. I know I’m young, but I’ve spent my whole life knowing exactly what I want, and that’s to have a family with the man I love.

  When I dream of my mystery man, he always smells so good. Like a freshly showered lumberjack in an expensive suit. I take a deep breath and for a split second I think I can smell him. It’s like my mind is giving me what I’m so desperate for, and I slide my hand between my legs again.

  I moan into the empty room as my fingers circle my clit. I want this to be drawn out, and last longer, but fuck it. I’ll just do it all over again when I get out. The water splashes as my arm moves faster, and my pussy clenches with desperate want.

  “Fuck.”

  My eyes open at the sound of the whisper, and I freeze. My fingers are on my clit and my heart is racing as I’m completely still in the tub. My bare breasts are exposed above the water and my hard nipples rest on the surface. I gasp as I stare at my mystery man standing right in front of me.

  I’ve dreamed of every single detail about him, and here he stands like a dream I’ve conjured into existence. My heart leaps in my chest as I realize that my fairy godmother must have heard my pleas and finally sent him to me. Just like a Disney princess.

  “It’s you,” I say, as I spread my legs wider.

  Chapter 4

  Jericho

  I walk into the house and follow the sounds of her moaning. For a moment I thought that maybe she was with someone else and I was preparing myself for a fight. I know all kinds of martial arts, and I was just thinking about which moves to use when I rounded the corner to the bathroom.

  Suddenly all thoughts of crouching tigers and hidden dragons leave my mind as the sight of Cookie naked in the bath and rubbing herself greets me. My mouth waters as I see her body arch against her hand. I want to push her fingers out of the way and do that for her. I want to spend the rest of my life between her legs and giving her cheeks the flush that’s on them now.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as her hand moves faster.

  I didn’t have plans for how this was going to go. But if I’m walking in on her rubbing her pussy, odds are this is going to end with my cock inside her.

  Her eyes open and I expect her to scream. Or at least to ask me what I’m doing here. What I don’t expect is for her hooded eyes to look at me like I’m the man she’s been waiting on her whole life.

  “It’s you,” she breathes, and her thighs open for me.

  “Fuck yeah, it’s me,” I say and pull my coat off. “Get on your knees.”

  The attraction is instant, and it’s not just from my side. She sits up and turns over, propping one knee on the side of the tub, exposing all of her to me. This is like something out of a porno, but tasteful and romantic. I’m not just going to fuck her, I’m going to fuck her, then take care of her for the rest of her life.

  Now that’s a goddamn fantasy.

  I kneel down next to the tub and grab her hips. I pull them to the edge and cover her cunt with my mouth. Her pussy is wet from the water, but I can also taste her sweet honey that’s straight from the mothership. She’s horny as fuck, and I’ve shown up at the right time.

  I moan as she cries out, and I slip my tongue inside her. I wiggle it into her tight little pussy and her hips start to grind on my face. I’ve never thought about how my long tongue could service my bride before, but from the sounds she’s making, I think she approves.

  Licking her clit, I feel her pussy clench, and I know she’s primed for me. Her fingers started what my mouth is about to finish, and I’m going to make sure it’s worth the wait. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it a few times with my tongue before I feel her entire body tense.

  “Oh god,” she moans as she pushes back against my mouth.

  “It’s Jericho,” I say, as I bite her ass cheek and then go back to eating her pussy.

  “Fuck, Jericho. I’m close.”

  I spank her other cheek and the sting of my hand on her ass has me moaning with her. Her legs lock and her grip on the edge of the tub tightens as she screams my name. Her orgasm rushes through her body and to her pussy as liquid gold hits my tongue. I drink down her sweetness and moan at her flavor. It’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted, and I’ve had a hotdog with bacon on it.

  When I’ve wrung the last of her orgasm out of her I pull her from the tub and carry her into her bedroom. Her arms go around my neck and she holds me close, like I might somehow disappear.

  “Don’t leave me,” she mumbles as I lower her to the bed.

  “Are you kidding me? I’m going to fuck you all night, and then I’m going to take you home.”

  “Home?” she asks as I look down at her soft blue eyes.

  “Yes, home. That’s where we’re going to live. I’ve got a mansion on the top of a mountain and I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you.”

  “I like mountains,” she says as I lean down and kiss her softly.

  I strip off my clothes and move between her thighs, laying my length on her stomach. It’s long and hard, throbbing to be buried inside of her.

  “I’m a virgin,” she says, reaching between us and stroking my cock.

  “Me too. But I think we can figure this out,” I say, rocking into her hand and spreading precum on her belly. I grab her wrist and bring it to my mouth, kissing her palm. “You keep doing that and your belly button is gonna get pregnant.”

  “What about my pussy?” she asks as I slide the head of my cock down her body and to her wet opening.

  “I’m about to put a baby in you.” I push inside her a little and feel her barrier trying to keep me out. “You’re mine now, Cookie. There’s no escape. But I’ve got enough money and a big enough cock to make you think twice about trying to.”

  “Deal,” she confirms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  I thrust all the way inside and hold myself still as I let her body adjust. Her pussy clenches on me and it’s tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. But considering all I have to compare it to is my fist, it’s still really fucking tight.

  “Goddamn,” I groan in her ear as she tries to catch her breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna be so good to you,” I whisper as her body tries to adjust. “I’m going to give you everything you ever dreamed of and more. Just one word and it’s yours.”

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