Call Me Sugar

by Sage Nyx

  She arches her eyebrows at me. “And yet?” she adds.

  I’m not fooling her.

  “I miss having my own personal space. To be able to breathe. You see what happens when I go out in public. It’s not all rainbows and puppies.”

  “How do you deal with it?” she asks. “The fame? The fans? I’m not sure I could take it.” She laughs. “Not that I would ever be in that position. I’ll never be famous.”

  “You never know,” I say. “Life is weird. Tomorrow you might invent a computer code to change the world.”

  “No way,” she says, unconvinced. “My work will always be dull and mundane. Especially compared to what you do. It suits me though. I enjoy working with numbers. There’s truth in numbers, because numbers never lie. There’s something comforting about the thought.”

  I grow quiet for a moment while wondering about the differences between us.

  “We’re a weird combination,” I say. “My life is all about lies and deception for entertainment value. Your life is about working with black and white statistics. I’m on one extreme end and you’re on the other.”

  “There might be some middle ground,” she says. “My life isn’t all numbers.”

  I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to me. “I hope you can meet me halfway,” I say. “I didn’t ask you if it was okay to take you back to my place. Are you all right with that? No pressure with anything, so don’t freak out on me. I’d love to sit and talk in peace without all this craziness. The only way we can do that is to hide out somewhere.”

  She nods and leans her head against my shoulder.

  “I’d love that, too.”

  Jade

  The short ride back to the Imperial Hotel doesn’t take long since we’re driving against the flow of heavy traffic. Leroy pulls around to the back of the hotel and into a special secured level of the parking garage.

  “We’re home,” Sugar says to me.

  “You live in a parking garage?” I joke.

  Leroy parks the limo and Sugar helps me out. When Leroy climbs out of the limo and starts to follow behind us into the hotel, Sugar holds out a hand to stop him.

  “Goodnight, Leroy,” he says pointedly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Leroy stops walking and gives Sugar a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

  “You can go home early for a change,” Sugar says. “Take the rest of the night off. We won’t be heading back out tonight. You’re free to go.”

  Leroy stands there, perplexed. “Okay, if you’re sure you don’t need me,” he says, his voice sounding miffed. “I’ll have my phone with me if you change your mind and want to go back out.”

  “That’s okay, we won’t. Goodnight, Leroy.”

  “All right, then,” Leroy says. “See you in the morning, same time as always.”

  Sugar punches in a code to open the door and ushers me inside. After walking along a long hallway, we step up to a private elevator where he inserts a key card.

  “There are a lot of security precautions at this hotel,” I remark.

  “Layers and layers,” he replies. “You wouldn’t believe how much effort they put into security here. Cameras are located all over the hotel and casino, capturing every movement from every angle. Plus, there’s a huge security team, both uniformed and in plainclothes. Nobody can move an inch without security watching.”

  Good to know.

  He slides an arm around my waist while we wait for the elevator to arrive. “Don’t worry,” he says. “You’re perfectly safe. No crazy fans can get to us.”

  If security is everywhere, then I must hide whatever I’m doing in the casino in plain sight. The only thing security can’t see is my brain.

  Small comfort there.

  The elevator arrives and we step inside. Sugar quickly reaches over and hits the button for the twentieth floor.

  He doesn’t wait for the doors to completely close before backing me up against the wall. Placing his hands on both sides of my face, he leans down and kisses me.

  Not a quick gentle peck on the lips.

  Instead, he plants one of those white-hot, panty-dropping kisses on me that can melt a girl from the inside out. My body sways against him, and I forget the simple act of breathing.

  When my arms slip around his neck, he groans. The deep sound of pleasure from his throat makes my knees almost buckle. He moves into me even closer, pressing my hips against him.

  “Can you feel what you do to me?” he mutters. “You’re making me so hard I’m about to explode. When you were eating fries off my lap, all I could think about was sliding up your dress and fucking you right there on the roof of the limo.”

  I open my eyes to stare at him. His eyes mirror back every intense emotion surging through my body.

  I’m on fire.

  I can no longer deny how much I want him.

  Resisting Sugar is impossible.

  The elevator opens at his floor. Taking my hand, he leads me to his door. After sliding his card into the slot, he quickly swings it open and motions for me to walk inside his suite.

  “Would you care for a glass of wine?” he asks, reaching past me to switch on a lamp.

  His eyes meet mine and they lock.

  “I don’t want anything except you,” I reply. “Just you.”

  “Forget the damn wine!” he mutters harshly, kicking the door shut behind us.

  Things go crazy fast.

  He scoops me up with strong arms and carries me to his bedroom where he deposits me gently onto his bed. My breath catches in my throat when he covers my body with his, pressing me back against the pillows.

  Leaning down, he kisses me hard on the lips with a wild hunger that’s built up the whole night.

  I cling to him, burying my fingers in his thick hair and kissing him back. I’m dazed with need, blinded to everything except the heat of his hot skin against mine.

  Breaking the kiss, he tracks his warm lips down my neck.

  “Damn, Jade. The things I want to do to you,” he says, moving his lips near my ear. “Are you wet for me yet? Because I’m sure as hell rock hard for you.”

  His hand on my stomach shifts up to caress one breast through the thin fabric of my dress. Carefully, he slides the dress and bra strap off my shoulder.

  The next thing I register is the cool air settling on my exposed nipple right before Sugar’s head swoops down and encloses the hard bud in his mouth. His lips seal around the tip, and he sucks with rough, insistent tugs.

  I cry out in pleasure.

  Nothing has ever felt so fucking amazing.

  “Do you like that?” he asks, letting out a low chuckle when I don’t answer. He sucks harder and I gasp.

  The heat intensifies when his hands slide up my thighs, underneath the dress that is bunched around my hips. He half-lifts my ass from the bed when he reaches the band of my silky black panties. In a single wrench, he rips them off and over my ankles.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he commands in a hoarse voice, raising his head to look directly into my eyes.

  I quickly obey and move my legs further apart to give his hands access to my most private places. His fingertips eagerly skim over my mound.

  “You’re so fucking wet and hot. And goddamn tight,” he groans as he slides a finger deep into my pussy.

  Dazed, I arch up against him.

  “Oh my God!” I cry out, squirming against his hand.

  I’m slowly losing it.

  He slides a second finger in, and I moan softly, my pussy muscles clenching tight around his fingers. I buck up against his hand as he fingers me hard, driving in and out. Moving his hand slightly, he rubs my clitoris in a circular motion with his thumb.

  “Tell me what you want,” he urges. “I’ll make you cum over and over until you scream. This?” He rubs my clit harder. “Or do you want me to stop?” He stills the movements of his fingers.

  “No, don’t stop,” I pant as he increases the pressure.


  “I’m dying to taste you,” he says, removing his hand and pushing my thighs wider apart. “To see if you taste as goddamn delicious as I suspect you will.”

  He settles in between my legs, his short beard softly scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The erotic sensation makes me wetter.

  His tongue replaces his finger, gently biting and licking at my clit.

  He’s intentionally driving me insane.

  I need Sugar inside my now, fucking me hard and fast. My desire for him overpowers everything, blacking out every other conscious thought. He knows what I need even when I’m too shy to spell it out.

  I tug him upwards and reach for his belt buckle with both hands. Quickly I pull the belt loose and then tug down his zipper. In a flash, he removes his clothes and tosses them on the floor.

  He stretches back over my body while gazing down at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

  Part of me believes this is a crazy dream.

  It must be, because it can’t be real.

  I slide my hands slowly over his broad shoulders and down the hardened muscles of his back. The need to explore and touch him everywhere is overwhelming.

  His back, his muscular biceps, the tight tautness of his ass.

  Damn…how I love the feel of this man’s body beneath my fingertips.

  I reach between us to touch his hard cock. He lets out a low groan and strains into my hand. I circle his cock firmly and stroke him down to his balls.

  He’s thick, long and hard as steel.

  My only thought is how amazing it will be for him to be inside me, stretching me wide.

  His cock hardens and lengthens in my hand until he’s throbbing. I stroke faster, wanting him to know the same desperate need as mine.

  “What are you doing?” he whispers, his lips trailing along my collarbone.

  We’re both breathing fast.

  “It’s not too late to back out,” he says. “If you want this, I need to hear you say the words. Say it.”

  “I want you,” I tell him without hesitation, staring into the deep pools of his eyes. “Deep inside me. Now.”

  “You don’t need to tell me twice,” he says, moving at lightning speed. He retrieves a condom from the bedside table and quickly dons it.

  Settling his lower body between my thighs, he tugs my naked hips closer. My dress is up around my waist.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he whispers against the side of my mouth. “I’m going to slide my cock into your dripping wet pussy and fuck you every way possible.”

  Yes, please.

  My fingers dig into his broad shoulders as he braces his tattooed, muscular arms on either side of me. Breathless with anticipation, I brace myself. He flexes his hips and takes me in one body-splintering power thrust.

  “Fuck!” he says hoarsely.

  A single shudder sweeps through his frame. Every muscle is standing out in his arms and shoulders as he fights to maintain control.

  Not trusting my voice to tell him what I want, I speak with my body. My legs lock around his sides while my hips move underneath him, urging him on.

  “More?” he grunts, his voice almost unrecognizable.

  “Oh, yes…”

  Sugar draws out slightly, then pushes in again hard, stretching me to my limit.

  I grab his ass with both hands, clenching the firm muscles and pulling him deeper. His pumps come rough and fast.

  Just the way I like it.

  “God! You’re fucking amazing,” he groans. “So fucking tight and wet.”

  He leans down closer, his bare chest muscles rubbing against my aching breasts while supporting himself with his elbows on either side of me. His large biceps are tight and straining.

  Slowing down, he moves in long, powerful strokes, filling me completely and satisfyingly. He draws out inch by tortuous inch before thrusting back inside me at an increasing pace, drawing uncontrollable moans from my lips.

  My primal sounds urge him on.

  He increases his pace, slamming me back against the pillows so hard the head post of the bed is hitting the wall. Sweat glistens on his forehead.

  “Cum for me,” he urges. “I want to feel your sweet pussy coming around my cock. You’re close, I can tell. I want to watch you.”

  His dirty talk pushes me over the edge.

  He thrusts in deeper and harder, not taking his eyes from mine. Knowing that he’s watching my every expression makes it more intense.

  He covers my mouth with another deep kiss as my orgasm hits, exploding and rippling inside me. I gasp against his mouth as I begin to spasm and contract around his cock.

  His thrusts grow choppy, erratic, and then he strains against me, coming powerfully in a rush. He buries his face in my throat while his body shudders uncontrollably in release.

  After a moment, he collapses onto my body and nestles his face into the curve of my neck. His heartbeat races wildly against my chest, the same as my own.

  We both lie there without speaking with neither one of us wanting to break the intense connection.

  I’m wiped out mentally and physically.

  And too exhausted to move.

  Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep.

  Sugar

  I wake up and reach for Jade.

  She’s gone.

  The bed is empty and cold. Only the scent of her shampoo left behind on the pillow proves last night was real.

  Fuck!

  I should’ve known Jade wasn’t the type to hang around and exchange polite pleasantries over a cup of coffee.

  Burying my head into her pillow, I drink in her sweet smell. I can’t believe she disappeared without a word after the night we shared.

  I’m sure there’s a note here somewhere. I throw back the sheets and check the bedside table before walking into the bathroom. It’s usually the first place I would expect to find a woman’s phone number. They love to scribble them on the bathroom mirror with bright red lipstick. No doubt they believe it’s an original and unique touch.

  It’s not.

  I’m disappointed when the mirror is clear. Writing on bathroom mirrors wouldn’t be Jade’s style, plus she didn’t wear lipstick. Only a light touch of pink lip gloss that tasted of wild cherry.

  I run my hands through my hair. Once again, I’m trying to predict her behavior based on my experience with other women.

  Which won’t work.

  Not this time.

  Jade is one of a kind. I suspected this before our date last night and now I’m certain.

  A quick search of the living room doesn’t turn up a note either. I can’t believe what a dumbass I am. We spent the entire night together without me taking the time to get her phone number…again.

  I don’t know where she’s staying. She never offered the information, and I didn’t want to pry. I assumed we’d have more time together this morning to talk about mundane details.

  When a final search of my hotel suite turns up empty, I face the cruel truth. If Jade wants to see me again, she must come to me. I’m not exactly hard to find. And if she doesn’t, I’m shit out of luck unless she pops up in the casino again.

  A horrible thought occurs to me. Jade could leave Vegas today. Or she might have left already.

  She could disappear from my life in a puff of smoke. Like one of my illusions. Except she’d really be gone for good with no plans to return.

  I don’t even know her real name to track her down online.

  It can’t be Jade Stone.

  There’s no way the name she gave me is real. She made it up in the casino when I put her on the spot. I caught her glancing over at the red-haired woman sitting beside her. The lady was wearing a ring with a huge jade stone on her left hand.

  Unlike me, Jade isn’t an experienced liar. She almost choked when she said the fake name. Her eyes give the lie away every single time I whisper her name.

  Who is she really? And why did she lie to me?

  The bigger questio
n might be why is she in Vegas at all? Or what if she disappears without a trace and I never see her again?

  Shit!

  I’ve spent a lifetime packing up my things in the middle of the night and splitting. My dad taught me how to do that without a second thought about the places or people we were leaving behind.

  “Always look at the road ahead of us and not in the rearview mirror,” he’d say.

  The thought of Jade doing that to me leaves me as ice cold as my bed this morning.

  All my life I was the one who did the leaving.

  Now I might be the one being left behind.

  Jade

  Crawling out of a warm bed with Sugar breathing softly beside me was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I was tempted to stay there all day and pretend the world wasn’t continuing to spin outside of his hotel suite.

  The truth is, I couldn’t face him this morning.

  It would’ve killed me to see the disinterest on his face. He’d probably politely hide it while he waited for me to gather up my clothes and get the hell out of there.

  Last night with Sugar was a dream.

  A once-in-a-lifetime fantasy.

  Every girl needs to experience a thrill once in her life, and last night was my big chance. I don’t regret anything that happened between us.

  Sugar was nothing short of amazing, and sexy as hell. He knows how to seduce a woman and I fell under his spell before I knew what was happening.

  That was then.

  This is now.

  Reality has a way of bitch slapping me right across the face.

  This morning my head is back on straight and I’m thinking clearly again. To make something more out of last night would be a mistake. I can’t afford to become emotionally involved with Sugar only to have my heart splintered into a million jagged pieces.

  And that is exactly what would happen.

  Unlike the other women who hang around Sugar, hoping for a tiny morsel of his attention, I’m fully aware things can’t go any further between us.

  It is what it is.

  There’s no need to embarrass myself. A girl needs to maintain a certain amount of dignity and self-respect. And I’m trying.