Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales

by Blue Saffire

  He hesitates. “We were in fifth period. I don’t remember what the hell that lesson was about that day or what happened, but I can remember that your sweater was bright yellow, and it stood out against your brown skin. And I know that it dipped low in the front giving a sixteen-year-old boy the perfect view of the sexiest chocolate brown tits he had ever seen.

  It’s as if I can hear him thinking as he takes another brief pause. “I was so fucking horny all class, I couldn’t concentrate. I had on those thin as fuck jogging pants that didn’t hide my erection at all.

  “In fact, when I tried to adjust my dick in my pants, I could feel the warmth of my hand through the thin fabric. I was already in the back of the class and I assumed no one would be able to see me, so I rubbed one off to the sight of your breasts in that sweater. I came so fucking hard in my pants, I nearly passed out.

  “And as if fate was laughing down at me, you walked up to me after class. I yelled at you to get away from me because I was embarrassed. I’d just rubbed one out in the middle of the classroom and I had to walk around school with the evidence stuck to my thigh.

  “As if it wasn’t bad enough, the girl I had just fantasized about titty fucking, walks right up to me to give me a close-up view. And you know what I learned that day,” he stops momentarily, but not long enough for me to reply. “I learned that my dick could get hard again even after I’d just come.”

  I place a hand over my mouth to smother my laugh.

  “Sienna, I saw you. I was an arrogant cocky asshole in high school. Too full of my own shit to realize the toxic people I had around me, but baby I noticed you.

  “I noticed your kind smiles when you saw me in the hallways. I saw you watching me when you thought I wasn’t looking. I noticed that while everyone else looked at me like a dollar sign, or some lottery ticket, you saw me.

  “Finding out how I know you doesn’t change anything. In fact, it makes me want you even more. Baby, please open the door, I want the first time I tell you I love you, to be with you in my arms.”

  I think I just stopped breathing. Did he just say what I think he said? “Did you just say you love me?”

  Releasing a short laugh he says, “Open the door and I’ll tell you again.”

  I quickly get to my feet, smooth down my leather skater skirt and unlock the door. Dean steps in immediately, placing my face between his hands and pulling me in for a breathtaking kiss. I can taste my salty tears mix with his familiar flavor. He relinquishes my lips, placing his forehead to mine.

  “I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I don’t give a shit what anyone calls you as long as you’re mine.”

  I smile and close my eyes, hearing him say those words has been my fantasy since I was fifteen years old.

  “I love you too.”

  He kicks the door closed. He has yet to release my face. Walking me backward toward my living room, we don’t stop until the couch hits the backs of my legs.

  “Lie down.”

  For the first time, I am going to deny one of his demands. I shake my head no and he lifts an eyebrow at me. I pull the collar of my body suit down and free my arms out of the sleeve. The wide V-neck sits right up under my breasts.

  I reach behind me and undo the snaps to my strapless bra. I tug the black satin garment off and toss it to the floor, then climb onto my couch on my knees to face him. I’m at the perfect height. I use my hands to rub my heavy breasts and tug at the nipples.

  “I think it’s time we revisit that fantasy,” I say with a smile.

  His eyes turn darker than I’ve ever seen them before. He undoes his belt and snatches it from his pants loop like he’s starting a lawn mower. Tossing the belt to the floor, he kicks out of his shoes. All the while, watching me work my breasts with my hands.

  I’ve always had big breasts. Before I had my son, they were D cups, then after I had him they shot up to DD.

  It takes Dean no time to stand before me in nothing but his shirt, his jeans and boxer briefs discarded somewhere on the floor. His heavy erection points directly at me. I’ve seen only two dicks in my life, well in person, and although Quentin’s was thick, he has nothing on Dean’s length or girth.

  I lean forward on my knees and wrap my hand around his length, not caring that my fingers barely touch. Pumping my hand up one time, I watch the pre-cum bead at the small opening in the head of his cock. Shyly, I stick my tongue out to taste the little drop. Salty and sweet, that’s what comes to mind.

  With my eyes trained on his heavy-lidded ones, I open my mouth and suck him to the back of my throat. He hisses as his fisted hands rise to his head. I continue to work him over, using my hands to cover the areas where my mouth just can’t reach. My head bobs in a fast pace as my tongue drags along the underside of his dick.

  “Fuck, baby. God damnit!” He lets out a long line of random curse words.

  I continue to lather up his dick. The only way to get his fantasy to work is if his dick is slippery. I push him as far to the back of my throat as I can go, causing me to gag. He pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva from my lip to his dick.

  “Are you all right?”

  I look up at him with watery eyes and smile.

  “I think you’re ready now.” I sit up straight, grabbing my breasts, one in each hand and lift them.

  The concern from a moment ago is gone and all I see staring back at me now is desire. He bites down on his bottom lip as he grabs his erection and gives it a few pumps. He places it between my breasts. I push them together making a tight seal around his dick. He moans right away and then rocks his hips forward, pushing his length in between my breasts.

  “Oh fuck,” he growls as his head rolls back then forward. “Look at me, I want to watch your eyes while I fuck you like this.” He threads his fingers into my hair and holds my head back as he continues to thrust into my cleavage.

  I never thought something like this could be so sexy, but looking at the pure bliss on his face as he moans his satisfaction has me soaking my panties and this body suit.

  “God, I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He moans as our gazes remain locked.

  “I love you. Does it feel good?”

  “It feels so fucking good. Better than I imagined it would. I’m so close to coming,” he warns.

  However, by the way his hips start to move faster and the vein that pops in his neck he’s more than close. “That’s it. Come all over me, baby, mark me as yours.”

  My words work like a trigger. He growls as he pulls his erection from between my breasts. He strokes himself rapidly and ropes of white hot cum squirt out, hitting my chest. When he’s done, I stick a finger in the creamy residue and stick it in my mouth. That salty sweet flavor makes me moan.

  He’s on me instantly. His kiss is wild, possessive and crazy, but it’s wonderful. He slowly places me on my back hovering over me.

  Pulling away from me, he stands to his full height. He moves to my feet and unzips my boots one at a time. Taking them off, he drops them to the floor.

  “When you walked in with this little ass skirt on, I wanted to snatch it off of you right then and fuck you weak for wearing it.”

  I smile at his threat. I knew when I put the skirt on it would drive him crazy. “And now?” I tease as he helps ease the skirt down my legs.

  “I’ve calmed down, I won’t snatch it off of you,” he says before dropping it onto the floor. “But I’m still going to fuck you weak.”

  My pussy squeezes impatiently at the remark. Dean unsnaps the body suit and pulls it and my panties off. Before I know it, one of my legs hangs off the edge of the couch and the other is thrown over the back. His face is buried between my legs and I’m seeing stars.

  Digging my fingers into his hair, I moan as his tongue dances across my clit with precision. His tongue is like Fred Astaire on my swollen nub. When he sucks my button into his mouth, my back bows off the couch and I come crying out his name.

  Dean never stops there. He continue
s to devour me until I’m a sweaty mess beneath him. He lifts from his position on the floor to sit on the couch and grabs my arm pulling me up.

  “I want you to ride me.”

  My body feels like jello after that last orgasm, but I won’t deny this man. I climb onto him and straddle his lap. My large breasts bumping against his chin as I position myself over him. He has one hand on my hip and the other between us holding his erection toward the heat between my legs. I slowly lower myself down.

  Dean isn’t someone you can just flop down on, you have to take his size in small doses until you’re well adjusted. My slick walls slowly spread, allowing him to push further into me. I moan as I fully seat myself on his shaft. I rock forward and cry out when he hits a spot deep inside me.

  “Keep going, baby, don’t stop,” he encourages.

  He grabs my breasts, picking them up and pushing them together so that his tongue can swirl across both pointed nipples at once. The feel of his hot wet mouth circling my sensitive buds has me whimpering.

  I rock faster, lifting off of his shaft just to swivel my hips when I rock back down. “You feel so good,” I cry out.

  He releases my breasts to settle his hands on my wide hips. He guides me, helping me lift and rock into him. My orgasm is coming, he must feel it too.

  “That’s it, baby, take what you need from me.”

  I keep up my steady pace, making sure my sensitive nub rubs against his pelvis, giving me the stimulation I need. My breathing is heavy, and my head is thrown back as I continue to rock into my orgasm.

  When it hits, it blows through me, causing me to spasm on top of him. He wraps an arm around my back to keep me from bucking off of him. He has a hand on my hip as he lifts his to piston up into me.

  “Dean,” I cry out when his action causes me to spiral right back into another orgasm.

  “Fuck,” he roars as he slips out of me to bathe my thighs and butt with his hot cum.

  I need to make an appointment with my gynecologist next week to start some form of birth control. Despite the headaches they give me, I can’t risk getting pregnant by Dean. Even though we both admitted to loving each other, it doesn’t change anything.

  We still have to wait a little over a year and three months. We’ve been playing it safe with condoms and pulling out, but any little slip up could be a problem. The last thing I need to do is get pregnant.

  We both collapse. His head lying back against the couch and mine resting on his shoulder. He strokes my sweaty back as we catch our breath.

  “Do you prefer, Sienna or Ellie?”

  I smile, burrowing into him even more. “Sienna, it’s my middle name, I stopped using Ellie when I left high school.”

  The thought hits me and I sit up in his lap, covering my breasts with my arm and looking down at him. “You do know your ex caught us together tonight. What if she tells?”

  “She won’t.”

  “You don’t know that. We need to stop.”

  “Hell no.” His brows crease.

  “I need to think more about Maddox and my job. This has become too risky.”

  Dean grabs my face between his hands. And uses his thumb to wipe away the tears that already start to fall.

  “Trisha has no idea how you relate to me other than a date. Plus, she doesn’t care enough about anyone but herself. In her mind, she’s won. That’s all she cares about.”

  I don’t believe it. In my heart, I know this is bad. For once in my life I tried to be selfish and it’s all about to bite me in the ass. I can feel it.

  “Look at me,” Dean commands when my gaze finds the wall behind his head. “I’ll take care of Trisha; all you need to worry about is making this two-year arrangement work the best it can. But when that time is up, we go at this full force. Whatever that entails, that’s what we’re doing. Do you understand?”

  I don’t tell him my thoughts or my doubts. I keep those to myself, instead I reply. “Yes.”

  He smiles and grabs my face to devour my lips in a soul wrenching kiss that has me gasping for breath when he pulls away. I feel his steel rod pressed against my belly.

  “Grab my pants and get a condom out of the pocket. I plan on staying inside you all night.”

  I laugh as I reach down behind me to grab his pants. Nothing is fixed. The thought of Trisha knowing about me still worries me, but as I’ve been doing a lot lately, I live in the moment.

  Chapter 14

  Time’s Up

  Dean

  “I promised you a double cheese burger from the best burger joint in the world, didn’t I?”

  Maddox grins with his mouth full of burger. He finishes chewing and then wipes his mouth with a napkin. “It’s good,” he says before taking another bite.

  I watch him proudly. Not only have I fallen in love with his mother, I’m crazy about this kid. I find myself just as excited to hang out with him as I am his mom. He’s like a little best friend I never knew I wanted.

  “Coach Dean, are you dating my mom?”

  The coke I just sipped gets lodged in my throat and I have to cough. Maddox reaches across the table and pats my shoulder until I stop.

  “Um,” I start after wiping my mouth with a napkin. “Why would you ask?”

  I know Sienna and I go at it hard, but we’re always sure not to wake him. There was that one time, but he didn’t see me.

  Maddox shrugs. “My dad said that mom has been acting different lately….” He takes his signature long pause. “He asked me if she was dating someone. I told him the only person she’s ever with is me and you…. He said that it must be you.”

  Shit.

  I wasn’t prepared for this conversation and I don’t know what to say. Sienna definitely has been adamant that Maddox doesn’t find out about us, but part of me wants him to know. I want to know what he thinks about it.

  Would he be happy or upset? Another part of me wants to tell him yes just so he can tell his dad. The asshole thinks I don’t know about all the desperate late-night texts he’s been sending Sienna.

  A smile appears on my face every time I think about my girl. Damn, I’m in love. I know she thought that things would change once I figured out how I knew her, but it didn’t. We have bonded even more now as we talk about and share stories from high school. I never thought our love for one another could get any stronger, but it has.

  “Your mom and I are just friends.” I lie, and then lean back in my seat. “Would that be a problem though, if we were dating?” Yeah, I’m wrong for this, but I have to know.

  He puts his burger back down on his tray and looks up at me. I’ve never seen him look so serious before, not even when he talked to me about his dad on that car ride home.

  “My mom means a lot to me.”

  “I know.”

  “And, I don’t like when she’s sad. Would you make her sad?”

  “No, not intentionally.”

  He looks down at his plate for a moment. I allow him the few minutes he needs to gather his thoughts.

  “I like you, Coach Dean,” he says looking back at me. “And if you were dating my mom, I’d like that too.”

  With those simple words he goes back to eating his burger. I sit and watch him, feeling even more proud of this young man.

  “Dean, is that you?”

  Fuck, not again.

  I look up from the table to find Trisha standing over me. I’m not in the mood to deal with her, but I have to admit I’m curious to see where her head is. Ever since the night she saw us at the bar, I’ve been a little worried she would make a big deal, but she’s been silent. Which I believe means I’m right about her not caring.

  “How’s it going, Trisha?”

  No one can deny Trisha is a beautiful woman. Her blonde hair is parted on the side falling well past her shoulders. Her blue eyes set off her heart shaped face. She is stunning, always has been and always will be. However, she does nothing for me.

  Her eyes are too cunning and insincere, not like Sienna’s express
ive ones. Even the way her long hair hangs down her back doesn’t compare to Sienna’s thick unruly tight curls. And she damn sure doesn’t compare to how good it feels to curl up to Sienna’s body at night. Or the way I lay my head on her thighs as she runs her fingers through my hair.

  Fuck, I’m horny now.

  “Who is this?” she asks looking down at Maddox.

  “One of the kids from my little league team.” I’m definitely not giving her his name. I don’t need her getting any more info.

  Trisha looks to me, shocked. “You’re back on the baseball field again.”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  For the first time in a long time, she has a look other than a sneer of disgust toward me. She actually looks thoughtful.

  “Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?”

  I’m not necessarily thrilled about it, but why not? Nodding my head toward the empty chair, Trisha takes a seat.

  “Hey, buddy, why don’t you go try out that pinball machine for a minute.” Maddox nods and slides out of his seat. I hand him a wad of ones and he rushes off to play.

  “You’re looking so much better, Babe.”

  “Babe?” I ask taken aback by the nickname.

  She tosses her hair over her shoulder and giggles. “Sorry, I’m so used to saying it to you. It just slipped out.”

  I don’t tell her that by the time I found her in the bed with Jason, she hadn’t called me that in a while. I leave it alone.

  In one of my last few therapy sessions with Sienna, she told me that I had a lot of unresolved issues with Trisha and that I needed closure. At the time I didn’t agree, but Sienna explains it like walking down a long hallway at a hotel. For every relationship, whether it’s sexual or not, is like a doorway in that hallway, and if you don’t close a door after leaving a room, anything can come out of that door.

  So as much as this bullshit impromptu meeting bothers me, I need it because I don’t want shit else coming out of this door. I won’t do anything to risk what I have with my family.