Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales

by Blue Saffire

  “Yes.” I follow her, standing from the bed to step in front of her. “Sienna, I made myself clear about how I feel about you.”

  “I know that,” she says as she steps back from my approach, causing me to stop. “And I feel the same way.”

  I don’t let on to just how fucking relieved that makes me. I assumed that she felt the same way, but it’s different to hear her admit it. “Ok, so what’s the problem?”

  “We can’t.”

  “Give me one good reason why?”

  “I could lose my job if someone finds out.”

  That’s a very good reason, but I’m not going to be deterred. “Then we don’t let them find out. We will keep it from everyone.”

  “For two years?”

  That knocks the wind out of me. “Damn. Two years?”

  She takes a breath. “Yes, the law states it has to be two years after our last counseling session. I looked it up.”

  I smile at that. She did her research for us. “All right, it doesn’t change anything. We will hide it for two years.”

  “Come on, that’s never going to work,” she argues.

  I take another step toward her, sandwiching her between myself and the wall. “We will meet at each others’ houses. And we won’t go out in public, at least not around here. I can still spend time with Maddox without anyone getting suspicious. I’ll do anything to be with you.”

  I reach out my hand and grab her arm pulling her into me. She comes, a bit hesitantly, but she comes. Her hands go to my chest, the same way they did that night at my house.

  “What if it’s not worth all of this?” The hesitation in her voice makes me think she’s talking about herself.

  I can tell by the way she lowers her gaze from mine. I place a finger under her chin, lifting her head back up so she can see my sincerity. “Don’t ever tell me what you’re not worth. To me, you’re priceless.”

  I love the way her mouth opens slightly at my words. It makes me crave to kiss those plush lips I’ve dreamt about since the day I walked into her office. I run my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “When I met you, I was in a dark place. You will never know how low I had gotten. Everyone that was in my life had turned their backs on me. Once the money dried up and the fame faded, I was no use to the people I considered family and friends. I was screaming for help, but no one was listening. But you did. I know part of it was you just doing your job.”

  She opens her mouth to say something. Probably to tell me that it wasn’t just her job, but I cut her off with a shake of my head.

  “The other part was because you saw me as a man. The first time in a long time someone looked at me and saw me. Not as the star baseball player with a bright future ahead of him, or the angry ex-ball player. You looked at me and saw Dean. A man that didn’t even know who the hell he was anymore.”

  I take another step closer to her, bringing our bodies flush to each other. Her vanilla scent driving me damn near crazy.

  “You’re worth everything to me, Sienna. Just say yes, baby. Don’t worry about anything else, just…” I place my right hand to the center of her back, pulling her into me. Her soft curves pressing against the hard-on in my shorts. “Say…” I lean down toward her, tilting her head even further up so that her lips are merely inches from mine. “Yes.” The word is exhaled against her slightly parted lips.

  I stare down into her eyes, waiting and demanding that she give in. I’m determined. I’m not leaving this place until she is mine.

  She swallows. Her pink narrow tongue slips past her lips to wet her plump bottom one before returning back inside her mouth. I wait for her response like a predator waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. The moment her mouth opens, and that three-letter word slips out, I’m on her.

  I slide my lips over hers, and waste no time parting those soft plush lips with my tongue. She opens for me easily and I slip inside tasting her. The crispness of the red wine she had is the first thing I taste, but underneath it is another sweet flavor. I’m assuming that is all Sienna. That taste I’ve been dying to have since the first day I saw her.

  I growl as her hands fist in my shirt. I grab the back of her thighs and lift her. She startles, pulling her lips away from mine and immediately wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

  “Put me down, you’re going to hurt something,” she says it jokingly, but I still don’t like it.

  I turn her away from the wall toward the bed, carrying her over to it before gently placing her down.

  “Either you’re insulting me, or yourself, neither of which I’ll allow.” She looks down bashfully. I tower over her as she sits on the bed. “Strip for me. I want to see all of you, baby.”

  A bit of nervousness and shyness dance in her eyes for just a second, but then the Sienna I love to see comes forward. The beautiful goddess who knows and loves herself. She cocks her head to the side and gives me a playful smile.

  “As you wish,” she purrs as she lifts her shirt up over her head and tosses it to the floor.

  Her deep brown skin seemed to glow under the bedroom lights. My fingers tingle just to touch her. The way her swollen breasts spill over the top of her black lace bra has my dick straining in my shorts.

  She briefly slips off the bed to stand in front of me. She pushes down the hot pink shorts she has on and steps out of them before sitting back down on the bed. I take her in.

  My gaze roams from her high curly ponytail to the lip she has caught between her teeth. I glance down to the black lacy bra that barely contains breasts I plan on devouring all night. Moving further down to her soft belly, then to the area hidden behind the same material as the bra, to those thick thighs I’ve dreamed about parting more nights than I ever care to admit. Then my sight lands on her perfectly painted pink toes. She’s more fucking gorgeous than I ever dreamed.

  “Are you going to come to bed or are you going to stare at me?”

  “I’m going to do both,” I tease as I step toward her.

  She lifts her hunger filled eyes up at me as I stare down at her. Now that I have the opportunity to do what I want with her, I don’t know where to begin.

  I trace my hands from her shoulder up to her neck. She moans when my light touch skims over a sensitive spot. I note that new development, reminding myself to come back to it.

  I sink down to my knees on the floor in front of her. She watches my movement. I place my hands at her knees and open them for me to see all of her.

  Her scent is aromatic from this close. I shut my eyes at the sweet smell of her arousal and the wet spot in the center of her panties. I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but damn if I’m not going to worship her.

  “Take off your bra,” I growl the demand and she abides without a second thought.

  The moment her bra is off and her breasts fall free of their confines, I become a starved man. Still on my knees between her legs, I lift one of her mouthwatering breasts to my lips, allowing my tongue to swirl around the dark chocolate nipple. She hisses and tosses her head back. My dick swells painfully in my shorts.

  I take my time on her breasts, trailing my tongue from one brown mound to the next, leaving marks and wet trails from my tongue along her skin. She is so responsive. The lightest touch has her moaning and rocking her hips against the edge of the bed.

  The scent of her arousal grows stronger, permeating the air, driving me insane. I let my hand trail down her side, over her thigh and toward the heat radiating between her legs. Her panty-covered pussy is hot to the touch and the fabric is soaking wet.

  I push my finger in the side of her panties, separating the material from her skin until I find her wet heat. I curse around the nipple in my mouth.

  She’s dripping. I have to taste her. I release her nipple and hook my fingers in the waistband of her lacy underwear and start to slide them down. She lifts her bottom and I tug them further down.

  When the silky fabric gets to her knees, I push her legs
back together and lift them both straight up. She falls back on the bed with a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, when those glistening pussy lips find themselves in my mouth. Her flavor explodes across my tongue and I devour her like she’s my last meal. I push her raised legs further into her chest.

  She claws at the covers on the bed as she moans and squirms underneath me. I know the moment she comes. Her hands cover her mouth as she screams, her back arches off the bed, and the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted floods my mouth.

  I drink from her until I’ve sipped all of her essence. Releasing her legs, I let them drop lifelessly back to the edge of the bed. I slide her underwear all the way off her legs and toss them to the floor. I make short work of taking off my clothes before joining her on the bed.

  Sticky kisses up her pelvis lead me to her soft belly, then all the way to her plump lips. She opens her mouth and I suck her tongue into mine, wanting her to taste how fucking delicious she is. Her nails rake through the hair at the back of my head as I hover over her body. I tuck an arm under her back and slide her further up the bed so her ass isn’t hanging off.

  After getting her into position, I use my knee to separate her legs again for my body to fit in between her thighs. She whimpers into my mouth when the head of my cock bumps at her sensitive clit. I lean up with one hand and grab the base of my dick with the other to guide myself where I want to be.

  Her slick heat welcomes me with a tight hug. “Fuuuckkk.” I growl at the same time she cries my name. I place my forehead to hers as I slowly rock my hips into her. She’s tight as fuck and it feels fantastic.

  “Dean,” She moans. “I’m not on birth control.”

  “It’s okay, I’m clean.” I rock my hips forward and she lets out a whimper but then pushes at my shoulders. I lift my head and look down at her.

  “I’m clean too, but I can’t afford to get pregnant.”

  No words have ever made me want to bust my load so fucking fast. The thought of Sienna’s belly swelling with my child has me nearly coming all in this pussy.

  “I didn’t bring any condoms. I wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen.” Fuck. If I have to come out of this pussy I might lose my shit.

  “Bottom drawer, nightstand.”

  Hallelujah! I reluctantly pull out of Sienna. I reach over her head to the nightstand and open the drawer. I grab the box of unopened condoms and quickly sheath myself.

  I once again take hold of my erection as I guide myself back into her. That tight heat wraps around me. I seal my lips to hers, swallowing her whimpers as I move in and out of her body.

  Her walls tighten around my shaft. I pull out quickly, flipping her onto her stomach. I help her get to her knees with her ass up in the air. Her ass has been gorgeous covered in her skirts, pants, and shorts, but seeing it like this, up close in real life, is un-fucking-believable.

  I place one of the millions of damn throw pillows on the bed under Sienna’s pelvis and push her shoulders back down into the bed. I want this beautiful ass on display. She lays her head down on another pillow as she looks back at me. On my knees behind her, I slide back into her and she rocks forward on a whimper.

  I stare in her eyes as her pussy swallows me up. With both hands on her hips, I lose my shit. I pound into her like I want to break her. It’s something about her watching me, trusting me—that has me losing my mind. I lift one knee off the bed so I can come down at a different angle.

  She cries out before covering her mouth. I wish we were at my place, or anyplace with just us so I could hear her let loose. I want her to freely scream as I pound into her.

  “Look at me,” I demand when she shuts her eyes. She pops her eyes open and stares back at me. “Don’t hide from me. I own all this,” I say as I continue to stroke into her. I smack her ass and it vibrates, causing me to growl. “This is mine. Say it. This pussy is mine.”

  She removes her hand from over her mouth. “It’s yours.”

  I smack her ass again and she cries out. “Say all of it.”

  Her pink tongue darts out to brush her lips before she replies, “This pussy is yours, Dean.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. I speed up, sweat dripping down my brow as I take her from the back. I dip one hand around to her front, rubbing her clit. She erupts.

  Her walls grasp me in a death grip as she comes around me, her essence soaking my balls. I come so hard inside the condom my eyes cross. Sienna collapses and I fall to her side, pulling her into me. She places her head on my chest as we catch our breath.

  “Are you all right? Was I too rough?” I probably should’ve asked that sooner.

  “I’m fine, you’re perfect.”

  Silence greets us again.

  “I meant what I said. We will make this work. Okay?”

  She looks up at me, placing her chin on the back of her hand. “Okay.”

  “Every night, when Maddox goes to sleep, if I’m not already here, you call me. I mean it.”

  “All right.”

  I’m being a possessive asshole, yes, but that’s what happens when you’ve just had the best pussy you’ve ever had. I place a kiss to her forehead. She lays her head back down on my chest.

  Chapter 9

  Child Support

  Sienna

  “Erica, where are you?” I call out to my sister as I enter her house.

  “Shh,” she says coming down the stairs. “I just got Jr. down for a nap.”

  “Aww, I came to see my little nephew. Wake him up.”

  She looks over at me like I’ve gone crazy. I laugh before following her into the kitchen. I take a seat at her kitchen counter while she takes an empty baby bottle to the sink to wash it out.

  “What are you doing here anyway? Doesn’t Maddox have practice today?”

  “He’s there now. I have to go pick him up in an hour. I wanted to come by and see my favorite sister.”

  Erica turns off the water at the sink and place the baby bottle on the white drying rack with about twenty other bottles. She turns toward me while taking the receiving blanket off her shoulder and uses it to dry her hands before placing it on the counter.

  “What’s up with you?” She narrows her eye as she watches me.

  I squirm in my seat and smile. “Nothing.”

  “Do not lie to me, baby sis.” She gasps and takes a step forward. “You’re having sex?”

  “I think my nine-year-old son proves that’s old news.”

  “You know what I mean. Your playful nature, that glow, and you’re wearing makeup on a Saturday? You’re getting dick.”

  “Should a new mom be talking like that?” My laughter spills out.

  “Talking like this is how I got to be a new mom. Now stop stalling. You’re getting some D, aren’t you?”

  I bite down on my bottom lip, barely containing my smile and nod. Erica squeals and claps before abruptly stopping.

  “Wait, it isn’t that no good baby daddy again, right?”

  “Ew, no. I told you that happened one time before he got married and only because I was desperate.”

  “Good, so who is it?” Another pause from me. Erica’s eyes widen. “It’s Mr. Cute and Angry, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  We both squeal like two pre-teens.

  “Oh my gosh. You have to tell me everything. When did it start? Is it good? Is he big?”

  “Calm down.” I chuckle. “We started about a month ago. He dropped Maddox off after Quentin left him at practice again, but that’s another story,” I say waving off the question I know she’s about to ask. “It’s incredible. Dean is such an attentive lover. He has this way of touching you and looking at you as if you’re a goddess to be worshiped, and worship is what he does. Every. Single. Night.” I brag.

  Dean has come to my house every night after that first time. His appetite for sex is incredible and it matches mine. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. During practice we maintain a healthy distance, but it’s like when we’re behind my c
losed door at night, we let it all out.

  He always stays a few hours after, just for us to talk or cuddle and then he slips away the moment I fall asleep. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t wait to see him at night. My heart races when I know it’s getting closer to the time he’ll come over. It’s the same when he calls or sends me text messages throughout the day.

  “I think, I’m falling in love with him,” I admit out loud to my sister. “Isn’t that crazy? I mean, it’s too soon, right?”

  Erica cocks her head to the side and leans on the counter in front of me.

  “First off, love doesn’t come with a time frame. I knew Kevin was the man for me after just a week of knowing him. I even told his girlfriend that.” I shake my head at my sister. “Secondly, you’ve known him for a while. Not to mention your infatuation with him in high school. Trust me, it’s not too soon.”

  I blow out a gust of air. “I don’t know.”

  “What’s there not to know? You just said he’s good to you, and the sex is bomb?”

  “Think of all the things I could lose if we’re discovered. It feels pretty selfish of me to enjoy this time with him when it could cost my son his livelihood.”

  “Here’s what I learned from my four months of being a mother.” Erica jokes and I laugh. “As a parent we give up everything for our kids. Recently, for me, it’s been sleep. For you, it’s been dreams, time, energy, and sometimes happiness.

  “You have given up so much for Maddox, and I’m not knocking it because that’s what moms do, but you can’t draw water from an empty well. You need to replenish yourself. For you and for him. And it seems that Mr. Cute and Angry is good for you. So, don’t stress over the what-ifs because sometimes the what-ifs never happen. And if by chance it does, then take it as the sign you needed to get out of that job and follow your passion.”

  My sister has a point. I do give up a lot for Maddox. I mean, my social life is pretty non-existent.

  And let’s not even talk about my self-respect after dealing with his father and my dreams of being a writer. Since Dean has been in our life, I’ve gotten that spark to write again. I even have time to do it since he spends so much time with Maddox. I deserve something for myself. Doesn’t matter if it’s only for a short time.