by Petra J Knox
She put her finger on my mouth. “Then I’ll wait for that day, Pinn. I’ll wait for you. For now, let’s just take things as they come. Okay?”
I sighed and turned, lying on my back, and pulling her to me. She rested her head on my chest, and it was just like being back at The Garden of Delights again, looking up at the stars.
“You can’t wait for me, Blue. You’re young, beautiful—”
“And you’re young and beautiful, too.” She grabbed my dick and I squawked. “Have you given this to anyone since me?” She rubbed its hardening length in firm, slow strokes, and my eyes practically rolled out of my head.
“Fuck no,” I answered, my voice rough with arousal.
“And do you plan on giving this beautiful cock to anyone here?” She squeezed my dick, holding it firmly, then released it in pulses.
Damn. I never pegged Blue for the jealous type.
I grinned behind my mask. “Maybe.”
“What do you mean, maybe?” She sat up, got on her knees, and rucked up her skirt to the top of her thighs. Then she sat on the exact place that was humming with need for her.
Her body bounced up and down as I laughed, bucking when I laughed harder. When her nails clawed my chest all the way down to where my pants began, I hissed.
“Shit, beautiful.” I grabbed her little claws and pulled her down to me.
“I’m going to wait for you, Pinn,” she said fiercely. “I want you. And I know you want me.” She stared into my eyes for what felt like hours. She must have seen something there, because she suddenly smiled. “You are one sexy fucking stag, Pinn.”
I scoffed. “Thanks.”
She reached forward and played with my horns, something that I really wish I could feel. “Will she let you keep the costume, you think?”
“Doubtful.”
“That’s too bad.”
“I guess.” I ran my hands up her soft thighs and then down again. Her light was back, as was mine. We were like two parts of the same star, and without the other, neither shined as bright.
She ground against me slowly, her hips rotating in a sexy rhythm. She was a siren, sent to earth to seduce me and take my soul, hypnotizing me with lust.
And here I was, half naked, working at Lush, laughing in a sex room with a gorgeous woman who was fondling my horns.
“Gray?” a man’s voice called.
I turned my head and lifted it. The other Buck, Cream, was politely standing near the silk screen at the opening to our nook.
“Yeah?”
“We’re going on in five,” he replied softly.
“I’ll be there.”
He walked away, and I patted Blue’s hip, signaling her to move.
“I gotta go,” I told her. “Will you be here for a while, with your friends?”
“You really have to go?” She got off me while I sat up.
“Yeah, I do. Cleo hired me to watch her. The other two Bucks will be on stage.”
“Will you come see me after you’re done?”
I tucked a strand of her hair off her shoulder and touched her cheek.
Fuck me. I could give in… just this once.
“Okay.”
The smile that broke over her was mesmerizing. “Okay.” She let out a deep breath. “Oh, what time?”
“Give me two hours. I’ll meet you on Chestnut and Strawberry Avenue.” I crawled out of the nook, then moved to the side, holding out my hand.
She ducked and stood in front of me. “See you then, hot pants.” With a wink and a smack to my ass, she walked away in search of her friends.
I shook my head as I adjusted myself, let out a breath, and made my way over to Cleo. The Mistress was lounging in her settee. Her Bucks nodded at me as they saw me approach, then with a kiss each to her cheeks, they left her to get ready.
I took my place behind her, reacclimating myself to the room and where each patron was.
“Have fun swimming in the sea with that fine catch, Gray?” Cleo asked seductively.
“Yes, Mistress.” My eyes scanned the room for any trace of Blue or her friends. There were none.
“Good to hear. You needed it. And it goes without saying, you’re secret’s safe with me.” She reached down and grabbed one of her many worshipers by the hand. “Darling, feed me. I’m ravenous.”
“Of course, Mistress.” As the man got on his knees and undid his pants, I kept my gaze on potential threats, just like I had done every night since being here.
But tonight, I did it with a light heart. Tonight, I’d get to be with Blue again. And that made everything worth it.
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11
The Flame
I watched Blue as she crossed Strawberry. She had changed her clothes, now wearing a white, strapless sundress that was short enough for me to see the backs of her thighs as she jogged to the corner of Chestnut. Her hair was in up in that same thick braid that made a blue crown on her head. She looked like a fairy, something magical, not earthly.
She was early, but so I was I. As soon as my shift at Lush had ended, I’d changed into my usual jeans, T-shirt, and hoodie and high-tailed it out of there.
Now tucked in the shadows, I took the back alley, turned left, and dropped into the space that led to the underground passages. In minutes, I was on the other side, climbing the iron rungs up to the top of another alley. Still in shadow, I walked the last few yards to where she sat on a stone bench, facing the street. I stopped short of the sidewalk and leaned against the ivy-covered brick building.
“Blue,” I whispered. “Follow me.”
She turned around, confused but smiling, and when she didn’t see me, she walked over to the wall. Her skin was golden from the light of the lamppost nearby. As soon she was swallowed by the shadows, I grabbed her.
“Why are you—” she began, but I put a finger to her lips.
“Shh… not here.”
She nodded but didn’t speak.
I led her further into the alley, away from any passerby, and as soon as I felt it was safe, I pulled her to me. My mouth was on her in a blink, my hands going right up her dress to palm her ass. She moaned around my tongue.
My palms felt naked skin—no thong, no panties. I pulled away, breathless.
“What the fuck, Blue.?” I rasped. I could see her white teeth shining as she grinned up at me. My cock twitched. “Oh, is that right?”
I spun her around, grabbed her hands in one of mine, and placed them above her head, flat against the wall.
“You’ve been walking around this city with nothing on underneath this little slutty dress?” I growled softly in her ear. “Did you want every man to see this perfect pussy?” My free hand cupped her warmth. “This beautiful ass?” I slapped her right ass cheek. She grunted sweetly. “Already bad enough they can see these sweet tits bouncing around as you walk around.”
I reached around in front of her and yanked down the cotton fabric that hid her breasts. The elastic bunched under them, lifting the succulent mounds high. I twisted each nipple in quick succession. She jerked against me, her hips wiggling, her ass pressing against my hard dick.
I hissed at the action. “Answer me, you little siren.” I released her hands, splaying one flat against the wall. She immediately did the same with her other one. Now free, I looked down over her shoulder and watched as I pressed her tits together. I pulled at her nipples, flicking them with my thumbs, and rolling them so they met as one.
Damn, I loved her tits. So soft, so silky. I wanted to fuck them.
“Pinn… I’m so wet. Please.” She writhed, breathing in spurts.
“Oh, such a horny girl.” I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling them toward me. With one hand, I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. I was harder than the brick wall in front of us. My boxers and jeans were around my knees in seconds. When I gripped my dick and thrust inside her, we both moaned.
Fucking heaven. My hands found hers against the wall. I didn’t move, my cock all the way
to the hilt inside her. So tight. The feel of her velvet heat made everything around us disappear. I had to catch my breath, grab some control.
“Is this what you wanted inside you when you chose this dress, Blue?” I whispered harshly against her neck.
“Yes.”
“To tease me?”
“Yes.”
“How badly did you want my cock?”
“So, so bad, baby,” she whined.
I closed my eyes. Then began to thrust. Deep and slow. My hands found her hips, angling her body a bit as I pumped into her, cursing and whispering all kinds of filthy things.
“Can’t believe you were naked under this dress, Blue.” I slammed into her, then spanked her ass. I could hear the noises her wet pussy was making as it clamped around me. I drove in and out of her, leisurely and tortuous, punishing her with my thrusts.
“Fucking sweet cunt on display… for anyone to see,” I grunted, feeling the swell of my balls, the tightness in my lower stomach. “This pussy is mine, Blue.”
“That’s right, all yours,” she panted.
I reached around and pinched her clit, then rubbed small circles against her bud with my thumb. Before she could cry out, I quickly covered her mouth with my other hand and picked up the pace, fucking her fast and with earnest now. Her legs shook. Her head tossed back and forth. She moaned under my palm and I felt the vibration all the way down my arm as she came.
Not slowing my hips at all, I gave her every inch of my cock.
“Fuck. You feel so…” With one vicious thrust inside her sweet body, I spilled into her. “Every drop, Blue, right inside your sweet pussy. Fuck!” The orgasm crashed over me like lightning.
I loved coming inside this woman.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and laid my head against her back, still deep inside her. Sweating and out of breath, I held her. Her arm went around my neck, and she turned her head, finding my mouth. We kissed slowly. Lips sliding. Tongues mating.
With a sigh, she pulled back. “Oh, my sweet man. I’ve missed you.”
I kissed her cheek, then eased out of her slowly. With gentle fingers, I fixed her top and smoothed her dress back in place.
She turned around, a little wobbly on her feet, and watched as I pulled up my pants and zipped back up. “Back to the hotel?”
My shoulders dropped, and that heavy ache came back once more. “I can’t. I’m sorry. But I’ll ride over there with you.”
“Hey.” She held my hand and placed it over her heart. “I know you can’t be with me, not right now. Maybe not even a month from now. And that’s okay, Pinn.” She put a finger to my lips as I took a breath to speak. “No. Like I said before, I’ll wait for you. Stolen moments, okay? We take what we can.”
I closed my eyes briefly. Images flashed inside my mind of Blue, older, carrying a little girl in her arms with long blonde hair. A house with a white picket fence in the background. Green lawn. Blue skies. A man in a suit exiting a sleek car.
A smiling, happy family.
An imaginary scenario that only waited to become a possibility.
Not for me, though. For her.
My heart broke into a thousand, tormenting pieces. I wanted to scream, punch something, get on my knees and curse every fucking star I’d ever made a wish on. Because I knew I couldn’t have her. She was on borrowed time. She wasn’t mine. Not to take, not to keep.
When I opened my eyes again, I gave her a smile. “Come on, Blue. Let’s get you home.”
We took the longest route the trolley had, the one that rounded the City. With each stop, we sat in the back, whispering, kissing, always touching. She’d told me that she’d found a place with one of her friends at work, and that she was moving in on Monday, four days from now. I told her about Mrs. Baker, about Medoro. She asked about Cleo, about Lush, and told me again that she wanted me to keep that stag mask.
The trolley finally pulled to a stop on Drury Lane, a block from The Venusian. I held Blue tight once more, kissed her cheek, and watched from my seat at the window as she left me. By the time the trolley started up again, she was gone.
I rode around for another hour, my thoughts dark, my mind a black hole of ifs, somedays, nevers. And when I made my way down the broken path behind Figaro’s, I feared I had swallowed the sun and all the stars. But the one I could never consume was my own, the other half I shared with Blue.
12
A Tree to Perch
Ever since Blue had walked off that trolley a week ago, I’d spent most of my nights playing messenger boy to Pop. Cleo had found another Gray the night after Blue had showed up in the club, leaving me free to take new jobs. Besides Gideon and his boss, things had been quiet.
Which left me with time on my hands, time I spent watching Blue from afar, following her after work, watching her from the side of The Rough as she sat on her balcony. I watched her move into her new place down on Pleasure Hill. And in the smokey shadows, I watched her perform at Mesmer.
It was a nightly ritual now. Except tonight, where I’d had to scoop out a target at a casino. Now that my night was done, I’d see if I could salvage my morning. I had to get my Blue fix.
I left the casino feeling light on my feet, then made my way to the tunnels.
I remembered when I saw them for the first time. Pop had dropped me in the hole one night when I was twelve or so. After being raised in the dark, the tunnels didn’t scare me, but what did was the sound. Everything echoed; but it wasn’t like a normal echo, where the origin repeated. No, this sound was the echoes of echoes, the sounds of the underbelly of what sat above it. Restaurants, clubs, salons. The trolleys passing by on their routes. It was the heartbeat of the City. And once I’d adapted to it, I loved everything about being down here.
For one, I could run through its cool passageways. The freedom of not having to stick to the shadows was something so enormous I couldn’t, even now, give the feeling a name. Secondly, Pop never set foot down here. Ever. So in that respect, this underground kingdom of the dark and dank was all mine.
A few years back, I had run a string of lights through the place, little by little. I also kept several changes of clothing, masks, weapons, and books in various spots for when I needed them.
After changing into my usual dark hoodie and jeans, I ran the halls of my dark kingdom.
I slowed my pace once I came close to the ladder that would take me to Pleasure Hills and right onto Broadway. As soon as I cleared the grate and pulled my body up and out, the morning sun speared my eyes in pain. Wincing, I closed the grate and headed toward some shade.
Blue had picked a great place to live. This was the art district, where singers, dancers, and performers preferred to hang their canes and tap shoes. Airy and clean, it had a childlike atmosphere about it. I didn’t worry as much about her being here as I had when she was at The Venusian. Here, at least, she was safer.
I went around back behind the bungalow she shared with another lady from Mesmer. The place was quiet, but a lot of people were still awake. I climbed the tree next to the back window and perched on the stone wall that brought me a close but private view of Blue’s room.
She was sitting on her bed, rubbing her sore feet. Her peach, silk robe was open like it always was, exposing those beautiful breasts and the long delicate column of her neck. I was too far away to see if she was completely naked, but knowing her, she probably was.
I missed her so goddamn much I could barely breathe. I wanted to smell her skin, kiss her full lips, tangle my fingers in her long, blue hair. But I couldn’t. This was all I could have of her. It was for the best.
I leaned back in the nook of my perch as a gentle breeze swayed the branches near me. I pulled my hood down to let the air touch my face and neck. As I continued to watch, my beautiful girl then laid down, spread her legs, and touched herself. I hoped it was to thoughts of me.
Not able to resist, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was hard as stone, weeping at the tip as I gripped it tightl
y in my hand. I imagined Blue’s mouth on it, swirling that hot, pink tongue around the head of it, then pulling the shaft into her wet mouth.
I released a quiet groan as I jerked off to thoughts of fucking Blue’s mouth, all the while watching her play with herself in her room. Her head was back, one hand gliding against her wet folds, her other hand twisting her nipples, one after the other.
My breath hitched as I pictured coming all over those sweet fucking tits, her ass, her face. I felt the wave of the oncoming orgasm as I pictured taking her little puckered hole, too. Of my cum leaking from her well-used ass as I filled it with my hot seed. I’d have her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, every part of her.
I grunted as I came in long, jetting ribbons, furiously jacking off into my hand. My heart pounded, breath erratic, balls spent. After a moment, I pulled out the handkerchief from my pocket and carefully cleaned myself up, barely taking my eyes off of her as she chased her pleasure on the bed.
Later, when her sweet mouth opened on a gasp, her eyes tightly shut, I felt her release traveling through that invisible cord that connected us, felt the want and the yearning, and finally, the same bittersweet sadness I felt of being without the one you loved most in the world.
13
A Black Tale
Two weeks. That’s how long it took for me to break.
Honestly, I thought I was doing pretty damn good. I had lots to occupy my time. Pop was his usual cantankerous self—no worse, no better. Medoro was living it up full-time now with Mrs. Baker. My job as watchdog, informer, spy, and messenger still kept me focused, and an agreement had been made between Pop and Coach. The City of Lights was running as it should.
Me, though? I was a fucking mess.
I had originally thought “out of sight, out of mind” would be too hard, that staying away from Blue wouldn’t be as tough to handle if I had eyes on her. Stalking her. Keeping tabs on her. At first, it was a comfort, seeing her living, breathing, sleeping. But the nights I watched her perform at Mesmer slowly tore away my resolve until my desire for her was stronger than ever.