Fractured Fairy Tales: A SaSS Anthology

by Amy Marie

  “More,” she panted, “please.” She was gasping. “More.” Her body undulated against his face in a desperate plea.

  “That’s it,” he hummed against her flesh before he pulled away from her and began undoing each of the buttons at her dress so he wasn’t hidden beneath the fabric.

  She started at the top, undoing the buttons until her dress fell completely open for him.

  “Fuck my face with that greedy, pink pussy of yours.” With those words, he buried his face into her center again, his big body spreading her legs wider as he devoured her.

  There was no more holding back as he flattened his tongue against her, licking and sucking her clit with a rhythm designed to drive her wild. Just the sight of him between her legs was enough to push her over the edge, but each time she was close he backed off just enough to keep building her orgasm higher and higher.

  She had no control over the noises that escaped her mouth and didn’t care that she couldn’t have stopped them if she tried.

  “Oh my God, Ryder!” she huffed. “Please.”

  If he’d asked her what she was asking for, she wouldn’t have known the answer. She wanted more, she wanted everything. She wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, forever.

  He shifted slightly, and she noticed he was adjusting himself; his cock straining against his tight jeans had to be seriously uncomfortable.

  “Come here.”

  She was desperate to come, and so incredibly close, but she needed to touch him and feel him inside her, filling her completely. For the first time in her life, she actually understood sixty-nining. It was one of those things that she previously thought people did simply for the sake of doing it. But right now? Right now, all she wanted was for him to keep eating her out while tasting and feasting on his hard cock.

  “I need that,” she said simply at his slight hesitation.

  His smile deepened, this time putting his dimple on display. “You need what?” he asked with a not-so-subtle glint in his eyes.

  She reached for his jeans, and he stood, setting her other foot on the floor and standing just out of her reach.

  Now it was her who was hesitating. Why was it so hard to ask for what she wanted? How could she be shy when she was standing before him basically naked, her dress opened up completely to him.

  He took a step toward her and pulled her hair back so her head tilted up to him. With his lips touching hers, he said in a whisper, “Tell me what you want and you can have it.”

  A hitched breath left her lips when she reached for his jeans, running her firm, open palm against his hard length. “Your big”—she pulled at the button of his jeans undoing them—“hard”—carefully unzipping his jeans, and sliding her hand inside to grip him—“cock.”

  Once the words left her, he crashed his mouth into hers, their tongues mingling in desperation. Gone was the concept of slow and calculated, replaced with an innate attempt at reclaiming all the time that had been stolen from them.

  Ryder pulled the T-shirt from over his head so swiftly, it was the fabric pulling against their faces that separated them. He yanked what was left of her open dress down her arms and lifted her, setting her on the countertop.

  His actions were near crazed as his mouth covered her nipples, sucking and tasting her nubs as he pulled his jeans down, his cock springing out at attention.

  “Fuck,” he said as he grasped his length, slowing working his fist down his shaft, “I want to take my time with you.” His words were regretful, the slight frown on his lips showing her that her near manic need for him wasn’t unrequited.

  She took his cock in her hand, matching the speed at which he’d set and stroked his full length, stopping at the head as her fingertip wiped away a bead of moisture. “I don’t want you to take your time.” She changed hands, licking the precum off her fingertip as her other hand stroked him faster, showing him instead of telling him, what she wanted.

  Emma let go of him and opened her legs wider, sliding a finger between her folds, reveling in the way he watched her spread the arousal he had created.

  “Damn, Em,” he said approvingly, keeping his eyes on her fingers as he fisted his cock again.

  “You just gonna watch?” She raised an eyebrow at him, “Or—”

  She didn’t get to finish her sentence, his mouth stealing away her words as he pressed his muscular body against her and lifted her hips slightly, his cock teasing her entrance. After the briefest of moments filled only with their shared gasps, he pushed inside of her. Her body stretching, her breath stolen, as he entered her in one long stroke.

  On instinct, her mouth pulled away from him so her cries of pleasure could escape, filling the bathroom and echoing off the tiled walls.

  “Fuck, Em. You feel so good.” He gritted out the words.

  Her vocabulary was made up of only yesses and cries of pleasure as her body took him in.

  “So fucking good.” His head was resting against hers now as he stayed still, letting her adjust to him.

  He tipped her chin up to him again and took her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. When he started to slowly slide in and out of her, she gasped, and his kisses turned more demanding.

  How had she ever given him up?

  How could she do it again?

  “Stay with me, Em.”

  How was he able to do that? The way he looked at her… It didn’t matter how lost in passion he was, he still knew what was going on inside of her mind.

  This was all she was going to have. The last new memory of the man she’d always loved. She wasn’t going to waste it.

  Clearing the fear and doubts from her mind, she grabbed his hips and pulled them against her, gasping at the shock of his erection hitting her so deep inside.

  “That’s right,” he encouraged her as he took over, letting her lean back on the countertop so he could take her harder and deeper. “Your body was made for mine.”

  He was fucking her harder and harder, taking her closer to the edge of insanity with each stroke. Sweat was pooling off of each of them and one hard thrust made her slide slightly, her arms going out to stop her and knocking off half the contents of his bathroom countertop, hitting the floor in a loud crash.

  “B-bed?” she stuttered through moans.

  Ryder’s hooded eyes looked reluctant, but he only slowed his pumping, making her forget about the suggestion all together.

  When he did pull out of her, she cried at the loss of him, feeling the orgasm she was so close to achieving slip away.

  “Don’t make that face.” He smiled, his lips thin as if he was trying to hold back a laugh.

  The sooner she got into his bed the sooner she could have him inside of her. With that thought, she stood from the countertop and walked ahead of him. She didn’t make it far before she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her against him.

  “Too far away.” He was spinning her around to the countertop again, but this time she faced the mirror and clasped her hands on the countertop as he slid inside of her from behind.

  She cried out again as he pushed inside her, his pace urgent as he pumped in and out. When his hand went to her stomach and slid down between her legs, she straightened, arching her back against his chest as he played with her clit.

  He held her body upright, and she knew if he let her go, she’d collapse into a puddle on the floor. When he moved her closer to the countertop, she put her hands back on it. She was so close to coming she was beginning to lose her mind altogether.

  “Faster,” she pleaded.

  His answer came with the flex of his hips as he held her tight and powered into her.

  “Look at me.” He barely got the words out through his restraint.

  She met his gaze in the mirror, and seeing him against her back, his strong body covering hers while he stared into her eyes was her undoing. Her orgasm had been building for what felt like forever, but it shot through her body unexpectedly, the force of it nearly taking her off of her feet. Everything
seemed different with Ryder than any other man, and her orgasm was no exception. The contractions inside her were the most intense she’d ever felt as she milked his dick.

  He came loud and hard, squeezing her hips tight as he ground into her, growling her name as he coated her insides with thick ropes of his come.

  They both stayed still as they tried to catch their breath and Emma watched him in the mirror as he came down, his chest moving in and out rapidly against her back with each breath.

  When he pulled out, she couldn’t help but moan, a combination of the loss of him, and the sensitivity caused from her orgasm.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ryder watched her reflection in the mirror with concern as he rubbed his hands across her bare back.

  “Mmmm, no.” She smiled. He didn’t hurt her; he rocked her damn world.

  Catching on to her elation, he smiled as he pulled a washcloth from the closet and turned on the warm water.

  Slowly, she stood, not yet trusting her legs to keep her upright after the ride he’d taken her on. Eyeing the bathtub, she considered taking a swim in the thing, but just as the thought entered her mind she yawned.

  “Tomorrow,” he promised as he caught on to the longing looks she was giving the thing.

  He ran the wet washcloth up her thighs and between her legs, and she shivered against him.

  “You better let me do that, otherwise it will defeat the purpose all together.” She winked at him but meant every word. It didn’t matter that he was cleaning her up; if he was touching her, she’d only end up wanting him again.

  After a minute of cleaning himself up, he left her in the bathroom to finish, and suddenly the large space felt cold and empty. She took a little too long as she righted herself, afraid of leaving the bathroom and ending up in some awkward after-sex, what-now place. She grabbed her yellow panties from the floor and considered putting them on, deciding against it when she realized how wet they were from their foreplay. She’d borrow a T-shirt and sweats before heading back to the main house.

  When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Ryder in bed, the room mostly dark except for the small light spilling out from the bathroom.

  She didn’t miss the appreciative look on his face as he took her in, his eyes traveling up her legs and across the towel that was wrapped around her middle.

  “Lay with me?” he asked as he lifted the sheet for her to crawl in with him.

  She should leave. Sex was a bad idea in itself, but laying in his bed—sleeping with him—somehow that seemed to take things even further.

  “Just for a little bit,” he offered as if he was sensing her hesitation.

  Words didn’t seem to want to form, but she took a step toward him before dropping the towel and getting in bed with him, snuggling against his naked body. Facing him would be too much, so instead she put her back against his chest and he pulled her closer, her butt resting against his semi-hard cock as he pulled the sheet up over her.

  He swept her hair away from her neck before she felt his lips against her skin, the sounds of his chaste kisses the only thing breaking the silence.

  She had to swallow back the tears that were demanding to fall, only letting them breach her eyes when his breathing evened out with sleep.

  Thirty minutes. That is how long she would give herself with him. After what happened in the bathroom what more harm would another thirty minutes bring?

  She tried to watch the clock and keep her thirty-minute promise to herself, but before she realized it, she’d fallen asleep.

  Chapter 12

  Ryder

  When Ryder awoke, Emma was there, her back against his chest and her ass resting against his cock, insidiously turning his morning wood steel. The fact that she was still in his bed when he woke up was like a death sentence being overturned. His relief was palpable. Maybe it made him a pussy, but he’d been holding on to her so tight as he fell asleep, praying he’d wake up if she tried to sneak out of his bed while he slept.

  He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, the blue numbers illuminating the room in a soft glow. It was just after three in the morning, only an hour and a half before he’d have to get up. The early hours he had to keep was something he was used to, but today he’d give anything to stay in bed all day with Emma.

  His hand slid up her stomach as he took one of her breasts in his hand. She was his gravity, pulling him to her no matter how far apart they were or how hard he tried to fight it. He kissed the back of her neck, his tongue tasting her sweet skin as he inhaled the coconut scent of her shampoo.

  Emma rolled on to her back, a sleepy moan of contentment escaping her lips as she smiled even before she opened her eyes.

  “Is it morning?” she asked, still refusing to open her eyes.

  “No,” he whispered as he stretched out next to her, resting one elbow on either side of her so he could take her mouth with his.

  She moaned into their kiss, letting him know with her mouth just how awake she was as their tongues tangled together.

  His hand caressed the smooth skin of her thigh, and when she let her legs fall apart his fingers went between them, feeling the wetness between her folds. He hadn’t been able to go slowly in the bathroom, too desperate to get his fill of her after so long. Now, he could take his time.

  Lazily, his fingers parted her folds, rubbing her clit with each pass as she got wetter and wetter with each touch.

  The soft sounds of pleasure that escaped Emma’s lips when he touched her brought him more joy than touching another person ever should. He ignored his throbbing dick as he kissed every part of her, up one leg and down the other before tasting her pussy once again as she fisted his sheets and cried his name.

  After giving her two more orgasms, he was inside her again, this time taking his time and absorbing the way her blue eyes rolled back in pleasure and how her blush-pink lips parted as she gasped. His fingertips brushed against her silky skin, feeling all the peaks and valleys of her body and how perfect she felt against him as he pushed inside her slowly before retreating.

  Emma’s hands grasped his ass, pulling him deeper into her as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin as he fought the temptation of marking her skin. She was his. She’d always been his and she’d be his forever. Mine.

  “I’ve always been yours.”

  Her whispered words surprised him; he hadn’t realized he’d made that proclamation out loud. Still, he took it as a good thing. He was so afraid she was going to disappear on him again that it gave him hope that maybe it would be different this time.

  Ryder still loved her, he’d never stopped loving her, not for a minute, not even when he tried to force himself to stop. The words were there ready to come out but he tried to hold them back. There would be more time.

  This time when his orgasm hit, they were forehead to forehead, as he tried to fight the urge to squeeze his eyes shut as he filled her with his come. She came with him, and he stayed inside her, kissing her lips slowly as he held her.

  They had always been compatible in the bedroom, but something had changed between them. He hadn’t been able to restrain his need for her in the bathroom, and as incredible as it was, it was very different than what they’d just shared together. Plain and simple, it was the difference between having sex and making love. So what if it made him sound like a chick? It was a fact. Sex was sex, but when you found the person for you, it was much more than a physical act.

  He didn’t want to fall asleep, but there was nothing more comforting to him then feeling her in his arms, her body finally relaxed as if she were done trying to fight off her feelings for him.

  Chapter 13

  Ryder

  Fuck. Ryder knew she was gone before he even opened his eyes. It was as if a part of him was missing, and it didn’t take full consciousness to figure it out. Still, his arm moved to her side of the bed, confirming what he already knew. Opening his eyes, he listened to the sounds of his house. Maybe she was in the bathro
om? The kitchen? His eyes moved across his bedroom as he searched for any indication that she was still here. Nothing.

  Not caring that he was naked, he moved from the bed and checked each room. The bathroom where he’d taken her against the countertop, his bedroom where they’d shared so much more than just sex, empty. Her clothes that he’d torn from her body where nowhere to be seen. When he checked the kitchen the only thing out of place was a large manila envelope, his name written across it in her feminine penmanship.

  He returned to his bedroom, ignoring whatever it was that she’d left him. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a flannel he tried unsuccessfully to think about something else. Why the fuck would she come back here only to leave again? Had he misread her altogether? He knew she was holding back, knew that she wanted to talk to him about something, but he thought she still loved him, as he still loved her.

  Ryder was getting ready for his day with an unusual urgency, and even though he knew better than to hope, there was still a part of him that was praying Emma was at his dad’s. Had she really left him again?

  As soon as he got to his dad’s, he found him at his usual spot in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He had a big smile on his face as he turned to face Ryder, but his jovial look changed quickly as he looked expectantly behind him, figuring out who was missing from their little equation. Pulling his attention back to the cast-iron skillet brimming with bacon, he didn’t say a word as Ryder took a seat at the table.

  Setting their plates on the table, his dad finally spoke. “She’s gone?”

  It was a question, but more rhetorical than not. Ryder nodded his response without looking up from his breakfast. His stomach turned, but he wasn’t about to act like a butthurt pussy, so he swallowed down one bite after another.

  “This have anything to do with that Roland fellow?”

  That statement did warrant a look at his dad. He shook his head. “Roland?”