Call Me Sugar

by Sage Nyx

  I moan at his words, flinging my head back when he nibbles my earlobe, nipping it sharply with his teeth.

  He fucks me powerfully, drilling into me again and again. Holding me steady with his strong arms, forcing me to submit helplessly to his complete control.

  He lifts me higher against the wall of the elevator, spreading my ass cheeks even wider to give him deeper penetration.

  I love every moment.

  If anyone were watching from one of the other high-rise buildings, they could see everything we’re doing in the brightly lit elevator.

  The thought excites me even more.

  “What if someone sees us?” I murmur.

  “Good, let them watch,” he mutters. “I hope they get turned on as much as I am.”

  His thrusts become more urgent and primal, wilder as he pounds into me faster and harder. His labored breathing grunts harshly against my neck.

  I cling to him desperately, ready for my release. Just when I’m almost ready to cum, he withdraws and turns me around. I press my face against the cold glass panes.

  The sparkling, flashing lights of Las Vegas are glittering below us on all sides.

  “You see all that,” he leans down to mutter hoarsely in my ear. His breath is hot against my neck, sending delicious shivers down my spine. “It’s all ours, baby. Yours and mine. Vegas is ours for the taking. I want you with me. Say you’re mine.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”

  He slides my dress up, baring my body to his gaze.

  “God! I love your lush ass,” he mutters thickly, while massaging both ass cheeks with his hands. “I want to look, to touch, to feel your body everywhere. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Grasping my hips tightly with both hands, he plunges his cock deeply into my pussy from behind. I gasp loudly and place my palms against the glass panes to steady myself.

  “You like that?” he whispers, withdrawing slightly and plunging deep again.

  “Oh yes,” I cry out, my pleasure bordering on a sweet pain.

  I love his wildness, his animalistic drive.

  He’s unrepentant and holding nothing back.

  Sugar knows I want and need the wild power fuck as much as he does. Sex with him means no shyness, no holding back or reserving any private part of myself.

  He demands that I give it all to him and I do that willingly.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with desire. His thrusts slow down for a moment as he slides the palms of his hands up my back and down my sides. “I could stay this way forever looking at you spread before me like a delectable, sexy buffet.”

  I know the feeling. The next time we’re together, I’m turning the tables around on him. Then it’ll be my turn to touch.

  “I’m not slowing down, baby,” he says, his cock stroking me as deep as physically possible. “Not until you cum hard around my cock. I want to feel your pussy clenching me tight. I want to hear you call my name.”

  Reaching around with his hand, he rubs my clit in a circular motion with his fingertips. Closing my eyes, I undulate my body against his fingers.

  “Cum for me,” he says. “You’re close.”

  With a loud cry, I cum.

  “Sugar…oh fuck.”

  Waves of rippling contractions grip my pussy, each one longer and stronger than the last. I’m powerless against the physical wave.

  Sugar’s hands grip me tighter, holding me up so I don’t collapse into a melting heap onto the floor of the elevator.

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” he grits out, his breathing harsher now. “Fuck!” he yells as he climaxes hard.

  He loses control, thrusting into me with no restraints, his body tense. His cock pulses and throbs inside me.

  I close my eyes and lean back against him, relishing the warmth of his arms wrapped around my body.

  Neither one of us moves while we both struggle unsuccessfully to catch our breath. My heart is racing, and my brain is coated in a hazy fog.

  Sugar slides his fingers through my hair and turns my face slightly. He touches my lips softly with his.

  “Are you up for round two?” he asks with a low chuckle.

  Suddenly the elevator lurches into motion and moves upward again.

  “Oh shit!” he curses. “I guess that’s a ‘hell no!’ Time’s up, sweetheart. We need to move fast. Our escape vehicle is waiting for us on the roof.”

  “Escape vehicle?” I ask. “What are you talking about?”

  “No time to explain. Here!”

  He picks up my panties from the floor and tosses them to me. I step into them quickly and smooth down the dress.

  “Where’s your tie?” I ask, glancing around to see if I can find it.

  Sugar is rapidly buttoning up his white shirt. “In my pocket,” he replies. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t need a tie where we’re headed.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “You’ll see. Trust me.”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  His laughter rings in my ears as he tugs me close for one last quick kiss. The elevator chimes and the doors silently slide open onto the roof of the Imperial Hotel.

  A bright, red helicopter is waiting for us, the propellers whirling.

  Trixie jumps out and runs over to greet us.

  “Good to see you again, Jade!” she calls out. “Let’s go! The charter plane is waiting for you on the airstrip.”

  Sugar grabs my hand and we climb quickly into the helicopter. Before we have time to put on our headphones, Trixie is taking off from the roof.

  “Where are you taking me?” I yell over the sound of the loud sound of the propellers.

  “Orlando, Florida,” he replies with a grin. “You’ll be home in time for Christmas pancakes.”

  Jade

  On the private plane to Orlando…

  “Are you awake?” Sugar whispers to me. He gently nudges my arm. “We’re almost there.”

  I groggily raise my head up from his shoulder and glance around the small plane. I dozed off during the long flight from Vegas.

  “I’m awake,” I say. “Barely. I can’t believe I fell asleep. Are we in Orlando yet?”

  “We’re getting ready to land. I wanted to make sure your seatbelt is fastened. A limousine is waiting to drive us to your mom’s house. Do you want to call her and tell her you’re here?”

  I check my cell phone for the time. It’s almost seven in the morning already. We lost three hours with the change in time zones and our flight time was over three hours long. Though we left Vegas a little after midnight, trying to make it home by Christmas morning will be a stretch.

  Trixie flew us from the Imperial to an airstrip outside of Vegas. From there, we hopped on a private plane for the flight to Orlando.

  “I’ll call as soon as we land,” I say. “Or should we show up and surprise them?”

  “Whatever you want to do.” Sugar grins at me. “Will she be happy to see you?”

  “Mom will be shocked because I’d told her I wouldn’t make it home. I think we should surprise them. That’ll be more fun.”

  “Will they mind an extra guest?” Sugar asks. “Leroy warned me not to show up unannounced on Christmas Day. He said that it’s not a smart thing to do. Would you believe I was planning on flying to Orlando today to see you? That’s why the plane was ready to go. Even if it meant you might slam the door in my face.”

  “That might’ve been awkward since I wasn’t in Orlando and my mom doesn’t have a clue who you are. I love the fact that you were willing to do that.” I move closer and snuggle under his muscular arm. “My family will love you. Daniel is very shy and doesn’t talk much. Not at all really, to anyone except me and Mom. Don’t take it personally.”

  “How do I act? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

  “Give him time and be yourself. He’ll warm up to you, eventually. You’ll see. He’s a great kid.”

  “I will. I can’t wait to meet
them. When you told me about how your family spends Christmas mornings, I thought it sounded nice. I hate to admit it, but at the time I was envious of you.”

  I draw back to give him a curious look.

  “What did I say? I didn’t realize you were paying attention to anything that night. We’d barely sat down with our cotton candy drink when you ran off. I thought you were ditching me.”

  “Never,” he says. “Now that you know about Mr. Giovanni, I hope you understand why I had to go. I was paying attention to everything about you that night. You told me how your family wears red matching pajamas on Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning, your mom makes special pancakes. After breakfast, you open presents and watch the Christmas parade on television because your brother loves it and doesn’t realize it’s taped days before. While you were telling me all this, I could picture palm trees blowing in the breeze outside your windows, while inside you were all laughing and happy.”

  “I can’t believe you remembered.” I’m deeply touched by his words.

  “From the first moment I saw you on the floor of the casino, you mesmerized me and drew me in. I wanted to learn more about you. It’s still unbelievable to think about how you fell into my life. One minute I was walking through the casino, the next you were sprawled out on the floor.”

  “I didn’t fall,” I remind him. “I was knocked off my stool by one of your drunk girlfriends.”

  “They’re not my girlfriends anymore,” he says, chuckling. He interlaces his fingers through mine. “I’m done with those kinds of wild women.”

  “Oh really? What kind of women are you into now?”

  “Hmm…let’s see. Smart for one.”

  “Lucky for me.”

  “And sexy.”

  “Not so lucky for me,” I joke.

  “You have no idea how sexy you are,” he says. “That’s part of your appeal. You’re genuinely sexy in a way that can’t be faked. Speaking of sex appeal…can you please start wearing your eyeglasses again? They’re a huge turn on.”

  “Gladly, since I haven’t been able to see a damn thing for days.”

  The lone flight attendant walks through the cabin to our seats at the rear of the private plane. “The captain said we’ll be landing in a few minutes,” she says with a bright smile. “Is there anything I can get you before we arrive?”

  “Perhaps a glass of champagne?” Sugar says, turning to me. “Or a Bloody Mary?”

  “Would coffee be possible instead?” I ask. “It’s too early for alcohol. Or too late. I’m not sure if it’s morning or night.”

  “Absolutely,” she says. “Coming right up. I’ve already put on a pot for the captain. How do you take it?”

  “Black,” Sugar and I both say at the same time before smiling at each other.

  “I’ll be right back with your coffee,” she says. “If you want to change clothes, now might be a good time. I hung up the clothes you had delivered to the plane before you boarded last night. They’re in the closet at the front of the cabin.”

  “Thank you,” Sugar says.

  “You have fresh clothes?” I say. “I’m jealous. Mom will be appalled when she sees me in this dress with my boobs and ass hanging out.”

  “Go check the closet,” Sugar suggests. “I ordered a few things for you too. To be on the safe side, I bought three different sizes.”

  “No way! Why didn’t you mention it before now?”

  I jump up from my seat and make my way to the closet. Hanging inside is an assortment of jeans, t-shirts and sweatshirts along with two boxes of sneakers. Every item is something I would’ve chosen for myself to wear.

  “See anything that will work?” Sugar asks from behind me.

  Turning around to face him, I reach up to kiss him softly on the lips. “Thank you! Have I told you lately how awesome you are?”

  “Not in the last four hours,” he says with a chuckle. “I didn’t buy you anything fancy. I hope the clothes will fit.”

  “They’re perfect.” I slide a pair of jeans and a t-shirt off the hangers. “I’m headed straight to the restroom to change clothes. I can’t wait to get out of this dress. I’ll be happy never to squeeze into another bodycon dress in my life.”

  “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Last night in the elevator was a major highlight in my life. You’re unbelievably sexy in that white dress clinging to every curve. Do you need any help changing out of it?” He gives me a sly grin.

  “Didn’t she say we were landing in a few minutes?” I remind him. “We’re on our way to meet my mother. Behave, Sugar. We don’t have time for the Mile High Club this morning.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he says.

  Five minutes later, we’ve both changed into more comfortable clothes. Florida can be hot in December, so I talked Sugar into wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt.

  Mostly because I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to touch his bare,tattooed, muscled arms.

  “I planned something special to do with your family this evening,” Sugar tells me when we’re buckled in for landing. “But only if you think it’s a good idea. We can cancel it with no problem. If it’s a bad idea, tell me and we can forget the whole thing.”

  “What?”

  “I remembered you telling me how much Daniel loves the theme parks. I contacted a friend of mine who can arrange a special private Christmas dinner with the characters at one of the most popular restaurants.”

  “How did you do that?” I ask, shocked. “Reservations book up months in advance. Probably at least a year in advance for Christmas Day.”

  “I have connections,” he says. “And I called in a huge favor. Next time my friend comes to Vegas, I’ll be expected to round up impossible-to-get tickets for him in return.”

  “Daniel will be thrilled. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble. I’ve never had anyone do something this nice for me or my family before. Thank you.”

  “The dinner isn’t all,” he says. “I’ve also arranged a special backstage tour. We can go in the back entrances and skip all the lines. A driver on a golf cart will escort us to cover the park quickly.”

  My eyes grow big. “Wow, I never knew that was possible. I guess money really can open doors of every kind.”

  “If this isn’t something he can do, we can cancel.”

  “No! Please don’t cancel! Believe me, this is one thing Daniel can handle. He’s the biggest fan in the world. If we were waiting in long lines, I would have to say ‘no’ since patience is something he’s still working on. What you’ve planned is a dream day for him.”

  Sugar lets out a long sigh of relief.

  “Whew! I’m glad you approve of the plans. I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I also didn’t want to show up empty-handed at your mom’s house on Christmas Day.”

  I shake my head at him. “Once you meet my family, you’ll realize you didn’t need to buy us anything. We’re not materialistic. Everything you’ve arranged for us will be perfect. Trust me on this.”

  “Here’s your coffee,” the flight attendant says, interrupting our conversation. “Be careful, it’s hot. The captain said we’ll be landing in five minutes.” She carefully hands us both a mug of the steaming liquid.

  We barely have time to finish our coffee before we’re touching down in Orlando. We’re quickly escorted off the plane and into a limo that takes us to Mom’s house located a few miles from the airport.

  When the limo pulls up in front of the tiny brick home, I notice the kitchen lights are on. Mom and Daniel are already awake.

  “This is it.” I turn to Sugar. “Home sweet home.” I reach for his hand and step out of the limo. “Come on! Hurry up! It’s Christmas morning! I can’t wait to surprise them.”

  “Hang on!” he says. “Santa needs to get his hat.”

  The limo driver pops the trunk and hands us both matching red hats.

  “Where did the hats come from?” I ask. “I didn’t see you carrying them onto the plane. You’re always prepared.”<
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  “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he says with a grin. He tugs the hat down over his unruly blonde hair and helps me with mine. “Okay, now we’re festive. Time to meet the family.”

  We hurry along the walkway to the front door, walking past the palm trees in the yard that Mom has decorated with colorful Christmas lights.

  Daniel loves lights, especially the twinkling, colored ones. Mom keeps them on from before Thanksgiving until well after New Year’s.

  I open the front door of the house and step inside.

  “Mom! Daniel! I’m home!”

  “Judy?” Mom calls out in surprise from the kitchen. She rushes into the living room, still dressed in her red pajamas and runs over to grab me in a big hug.

  “Judy! Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re here. You made it in time for Christmas! This is the best present you could have given me.” She pulls back to check to see if it’s really me, then hugs me again. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”

  When she finally turns me loose enough to catch my breath, I pull Sugar over closer.

  “Mom, I want you to meet someone special. This is Sugar. He’s an illusionist in Las Vegas. Sugar, this is my mom, Marie.”

  Mom reaches over and instead of shaking his hand, grabs him in a quick hug too. “It’s nice to meet you,” she says. “Merry Christmas, Sugar. Welcome to our home.”

  She’s excited, almost giddy to see us. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she’s not wearing any makeup. We could pass for sisters instead of mother and daughter.

  I can tell she’s bubbling over with a million questions, but she won’t be rude and ask them now. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about everything later.

  “Daniel! Guess who’s here!” she calls out to my brother.

  He’s sitting on the floor of the living room, playing quietly with a train set he’s had for years. He hasn’t peeked in our direction yet and seems oblivious. I know he’s paying close attention to everything.

  Daniel misses nothing.

  I walk over and kneel on the floor beside him.