by Alexis Angel
“You're insane!” Grady whispers, the microphone dropping from his hand. “We’ll sue the shit out of you!”
“Actually, bub, I made sure the engagement contract you gave me let me do just this,” I tell Grady with a smile on my face. I can tell there are people in the audience capturing this entire exchange for Facebook. I need to make sure they capture me on my good side. “I checked and re-checked and with the literary power you gave me, only one thing is gonna happen…” I continue but Grady interrupts me again.
“You set him up to it!” he yells, spit flying out of his mouth as he looks beyond me.
I turn around. Abby has climbed the few steps up from the floor to the stage.
“She had no idea,” I tell Grady, turning back to him. “And now you can do one of two things, Grady.”
He looks at me as I continue. “You can help distribute pre-order books like you promised, since it is your publishing company,” Grady blanches at this. “Or you can get the fuck off the stage and let me go to my booth. You will owe me royalties from this, after all.”
I can literally see the fucking blood rush through Grady’s veins. Fuck that. He didn’t work with me during any of the time between when he stole me away from Abby and today. Treated me like a piece of fucking meat.
But I put up with it. Seriously, after all the bitching and moaning I did to CJ the first time she asked me to write a book, you think I would go that quietly as I did?
No, I was biding my time. Being fucking quiet. Because no one could know what I was planning.
And now, it looks like it worked. Although it also looks like Grady is about to pop a fucking blood vessel.
But that’s no longer my concern because Abby has just come up to me.
“Aidan…” she says to me quietly and I turn to her.
“Quiet, babe,” I tell her, interrupting her and putting a finger to her lips. “Let me speak first.”
She looks surprised, but her eyes tell me that I should continue.
“First off, I know about the little baby,” I tell her and I see surprise go through Abby’s eyes. “CJ told me. Back when she thought I was backstabbing you.”
“Why didn’t you…” Abby says but stops herself as she tries to figure out what she wants to say. “You never said anything?”
I shake my head, coming closer to her. “I needed to get this done, babe,” I tell her. “Our book was never gonna out-compete the big publishers, right?” I ask.
Abby shakes her head. “But now, it will,” she says.
“Now, with everything that Bad Boy Publishing is already locked into doing, a sale for Huge Cock is going to mean a sale for Big Dick. And that means…” I trail off, letting her put the pieces together.
“That means that I’m not a small fry anymore,” she says slowly, realization washing over her.
“Aidan, do you know what this mean?” she asks me, and her eyes are wide. “With that amount of money, I could probably start my own publishing company. Maybe take on a few authors. Co-write on a few pen names. Have better artwork…” she trails off.
I look around. People are looking at us. They’re fucking enraptured. Literally, in this order this is what they’re doing. They’re getting the book that they pre-ordered. They’re reading the back. Reading the dedication. Going over to Abby’s little rinky-dink booth and buying a copy of Big Dick or going to the Rainforest.com storefront to buy it. And then looking up at the two of us talking on stage.
They’ve almost begun to see how this plays out as part of the book itself.
“Aidan, this means…” Abby trails off. Tears are coming down her eyes.
“It means we’re free, baby girl,” I tell her, using my fingers to brush her tears. “We’re free of everyone and everything. Only for each other. No one else.”
She wraps her arms around me. “You coulda told me,” she mumbles into my chest.
“No, babe, I couldn’t,” I tell her. It’s true. I realize that now. “I would never have been able to. Because I realize that I…I love you.”
She’s silent for a long moment and then she pulls back from me. Her eyes have the mark of tears but they’re no longer falling.
“I love you too, Aidan,” she says to me and buries her face in my chest again. I squeeze my arms around her. “So so much, oh my God.”
I smile. I mean, wouldn’t you?
This girl basically rescued me. You saw what I was like before this. You see me now.
If it weren’t for Abby Cleveland, I’d be nowhere.
“Although, I’ll probably have to start writing under a new pen name if we’re going to do a publishing company,” Abby says into my chest and I wonder if it’s bad fucking form to tell a girl to speak up after you told her you loved them.
“What usually happens now in the romance novels you write, babe?” I ask Abby.
She looks at me and a lascivious smile lights up her face and I go fucking weak in the knees as my cock wakes up and my brain forgets about everyone around me in the convention center.
“In the romance novels I write,” she says to me with a wicked gleam in her eye. “We get to go have a nasty but sweet long…fuck.”
Perfect.
Abby
Forget all about going home. The moment I felt Aidan’s arms wrapped around me, I knew we wouldn’t survive a ride back to his place. So we did the only logical thing we could do—we got out of the convention center as fast as we could, crossed the street, and booked a room in the nearest hotel.
All in all, it took us ten minutes.
Right now, we’re inside one of the hotel’s elevators, waiting as it climbs lazily toward the floor where our room is.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Aidan says, his deep voice making my heart race faster.
“I missed you too,” I reply, looking into his eyes with a smile, and God, it feels good to be smiling again. After all this time of pure misery and despair, I thought I’d never be able to genuinely smile ever again. And it feels amazing to be proven wrong.
Placing both of his hands on my hips, Aidan pushes my body against the elevator wall, pinning me there. He just stares into my eyes, his body pressed against mine, and I’m the one closing the distance between our mouths. My eyelids droop as I feel his fleshy lips on mine, and I linger there, wanting this kiss to go on forever.
I part his lips with my tongue, and then move it slowly inside his mouth. Our tongues dance softly around each other, and Aidan lets his hands slide down from my waist and over the curve of my ass. Squeezing both my cheeks, he pulls me into him, his kiss growing wild and fierce.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells me as we come up for air, his words the most genuine thing I've ever heard.
“I love you too,” I repeat, smiling as I feel the words rolling over my lips. It feels good to say it—no, it feels liberating. I wanted to say it for so long and I couldn’t; the words seemed to hang around my neck like a chain, and now that I’ve set them free I feel so much lighter.
“I can see that,” he whispers, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress and flattening its palm between my thighs. I gasp as he presses hard against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong sticking to his fingers. “There’s a lot of love in here, that’s for sure.”
I grin right back at him and, moving fast, take my hand to his crotch. I press hard there, feeling his hard cock against my fingers. “Look who’s talking,” I tease him, curling my fingers around his cock and giving it one harsh squeeze. It pulses against my fingers almost too violently, eager for some action, and that’s when the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open with a quick ding sound. And that’s a good thing; if the doors hadn’t opened, I think I’d just go down to my knees, pull his cock out from his pants and start sucking it right here. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing we’ve done, anyway, right?
As it is, we just stumble out of the elevator and into the hallway. We go straight for our door, and I have to take a deep breath in order to steady my
fingers and slide the magnetic key card in its slit. When that’s done, we just hurry inside the bedroom and shut the door behind us.
“Come here, Mister Bad Boy,” I purr, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him into me. I pull his lower lip with my teeth, and then place my hands on his chest and make him walk back until the back of his knees are against the edge of the bed. One final push and he falls back, sitting up on the mattress.
“Taking charge, uh?” He grins, running his hands up my legs and cupping my ass cheeks. “Where’s the old Abby?”
“Don’t know,” I say, climbing on top of him, my arms thrown over his shoulders. Straddling him, his crotch pressed against mine, I rest my forehead against his. “I guess the new Abby came to stay,” I whisper, smiling as a feeling of love and happiness washes over me.
“That’s good,” he replies, slowly pulling the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my breasts, revealing the upper contour of my bra, and then he just yanks on the whole thing, bunching up the fabric around my waist. “I love the new Abby.”
“You’re in luck… The new Abby loves the old Aidan,” I tease him, swaying my body and grinding against him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his cock straining against his pants, his thick shaft pulsing against my pussy.
Pushing on him again, I force him to lie down on the mattress, and then I take my hands to the collar of his shirt. I undo the knot on his tie, pull it out from his neck, and I’m about to throw it to the side when a thought suddenly bursts into my mind.
“Let’s do something fun,” I tell him, running my hands through his tie and looking deviously at him.
“I’m all for fun,” he replies, and so I just bend over and place the tie over his eyes, tying it behind his head. He doesn’t resist me, and so I move my fingers down to his shirt and start unbuttoning it, my fingers moving in a hurry as his chest comes into sight. I un-tuck it and then, the moment I undo the last button, I run the palm of my hands over his abs, feeling their smooth curves under my skin.
“So let’s have some fun,” I whisper into his ear, rocking my hips back and forth and grinding against him. His hands are on my ass, feeling the pendulum motion of my body, and there’s a wide grin on his face; he’s enjoying the fact that I’m taking control.
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his neck, and then I start kissing his body in a descending line. My lips go over his hard pectorals, brushing over his nipples, and then they continue their hike down to his abs. There, I use my tongue to lick the grooves between his square muscles, and I only stop when I find the hem of his pants.
Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it slowly, not even bothering to pull it out from its loops, and then I pull his zipper down. The moment his cock tents up his boxer briefs, I press it back down with my hand, immediately curling my fingers around it. He gasps as I do it; he can’t see what I’m doing and, as such, he can’t anticipate my movements.
I let go of his cock and, grabbing at his boxers, I start pulling them down as slowly as I can. I reveal one inch of his cock, its tip already glistening with pre-cum, and then I just push the whole thing down. Rolling to the side, I push his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and then I take off his shoes. He does the rest, kicking off his pants and boxers while pushing his shirt down his arms.
I don’t move for a full second, just taking in the sight of his naked body; he raises his hands, trying to find me, and finally manages to grab me by the arm. He pulls me into him, and I just collapse on top of his naked body, his cock brushing against my inner thigh. I think of just flicking my thong to the side and impaling myself on his cock, but I won’t do that; I’m going to take it slow.
I brush my lips against his, but I don’t linger there this time; I go down to his neck again, and I lay gentles kisses there until my mouth goes down his chest once more. I lick each and every one of his abs, my tongue running over the grooves on his skin, and then I keep going further down.
Aidan raises his hips from the mattress, anxious to have my mouth on him, but I want to tease him first. I want to show him I’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve met. Instead of going straight for his cock, my mouth goes for his inner thighs, and I kiss one and then the other, my lips dangerously close to his groins but never actually touching his cock.
“That’s fucking torture,” he groans, grabbing at the sheets and raising his hips once more.
“I know…” I purr, softly resting my index finger on the root of his cock. I run it up all the way to its tip, and then back to the root, the pressure I’m applying on his cock so soft I bet my finger feels like a feather. His cock pulses harder and harder against my finger, but I keep my course and resist it. “You have to be patient,” I whisper, sliding my body down his and then leaning in; I part my lips and, reaching for his cock, replace my index finger with the wet tip of my tongue.
He groans as he feels my tongue against the base of his cock, and then his groan gives way to a heavy sigh as I run my tongue up, tracing the contour of his shaft. When I reach his tip, I circle it with my tongue and then, moving so slowly that it seems we’re both frozen in time, I part my lips and wrap them around the tip of his cock.
It’s raw flavor hits me at once—it’s salty and manly, and I just close my eyes, opening my mouth wide and allowing his twelve inches to slide over my tongue until they touch the back of my throat.
I hold my position there, pressing my tongue against his shaft, and then move my mouth further down. I only stop when my lips brush the smooth skin at the root of his cock, and then I unroll my lips over his shaft, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth. I take a deep breath—it isn’t easy to breath with a twelve-inch cock inside of your mouth, and then I take him in once more.
This time I don’t move slowly: I go as fast as I can, bobbing my head back and forth while, with my free hand, I caress both his balls. They feel heavy and warm against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum they must be producing right now.
Still sucking hard on him, I wrap one hand around his shaft and start using both my mouth and hand to please him, sucking and stroking in a maddening pendulum motion. My eyes are closed, and time seems to dilate around me. I don’t even know for how long I keep on sucking, all I know is that when I finally slide his cock out of my mouth my jaw seems like it’s on fire.
“You’re improving,” he exhales sharply, an expression of pure bliss on his face. I almost go for the tie and take it off, the urge to see his eyes almost too overwhelming, but I resist it. Not yet.
“I’m always learning,” I reply, standing up on top of the mattress. I unclasp my bra, my eyes never leaving Aidan’s smile, and then I push the straps down my arms. I throw it on top of his naked chest and his smile turns into a grin, one that turns my pussy into a hot wet mess. “I had the best teacher, after all,” I continue, grabbing at the bunched up fabric of my dress. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push the dress down my legs and then kick it off the bed. I start taking my thong off as well, but then I stop myself—not yet, not yet.
Standing over him, I place my legs on either side of his shoulders, and then I start lowering myself. I rest my drenched thong against his mouth and, not wasting a second, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down. Sitting on his face, he starts sucking on my pussy right away, and I can’t help but let a quivering moan fly out from between my lips.
“Screw this,” he groans, coming up for air, and then hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh. Pulling on it harshly, he only stops when a ripping sound fills the room and the thong slides off me. Now with my bare pussy at his mercy, he pulls me into him once more, craning his neck and pressing his wide-open mouth against my drenched folds.
Instinct taking over me, I grab the headboard of the bed and start swaying my hips like mad, rubbing my wetness all over his face. I’m completely out of control, but he doesn’t allow me to lose my focus; his fingers are still hooked on my hips, and so he control
s each and every one of my erratic movements.
His tongue goes up and down fast, tracing the length of my whole pussy, and then he uses it to jab at my insides, sliding it in and out of my pussy. I groan and moan, and then he wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue.
“Keep going, keep going,” I pant, a violent warmness making its way from my pussy and reaching my brain like a bullet. Sucking and licking furiously, he uses his tongue to push me toward the edge and, once I’m dangling off it, he just throws me down.
Sucking on my inner lips, his tongue jabbing at my insides, he takes his hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit with two fingers. He starts rubbing it in fast, harsh circles, and it only takes two seconds for me to explode: I throw my head back and let out a wild scream. If he wasn’t holding me, I’d just fall back and collapse on top of him; every single muscle in me is spasming and twitching, and right now I have no control over my body.
“Round two,” I whisper at him, my voice still thick with pleasure. I go back up to my feet and turn around, my feet on either side of his chest. I go on all fours on top of him and, jutting my ass back, I press my pussy against his face while, at the same time, I grab his cock with both of my hands and angle it upward, aiming it straight at my eager mouth.
I dive into his cock at once, opening my mouth as wide as I can and taking all of his length inside me. Sucking and stroking at the same time, just like I was doing before, I ravage his cock, and I do it while he ravages my pussy, his mouth working on me with all of his fury.
We use our mouths until I simply can’t take it any longer; I pop his cock out of my mouth and start stroking it only, breathing deeply while I try to catch my breath. My muscles keep on tensing up, electric pleasure pooling inside every fiber of my body, and I know I’m close to coming again.
Perhaps knowing how truly close I am, Aidan places both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide, licking me even faster. The tip of his fingers brush against my ass crack, and then he uses one finger to go up and down its length. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his finger on my hole, and that shiver turns into a thunderstorm as he presses down, slowly feeding his finger into my ass.