The Diva and his Daddy

by James, Rebecca;

  Ah, the cost of beauty.

  By the time I left the shop, my skin tingled from whatever the stuff was Alice had dabbed on me after the wax and feeling good.

  “Faggot!” somebody yelled from a passing car. I raised my middle finger and kept walking, the heels of my red boots clacking on the pavement. I entered my favorite crystal shop and perused the selection, wanting something to clear the negative energy in my apartment from the funk I’d fallen into since Royce and I had called things off.

  “Hey, Nick.”

  I turned to see Flynn, the owner of the shop, standing behind the counter.

  “Hi. I didn’t see you when I came in.”

  “I was in the back getting Cooper’s coloring things.”

  I came closer to the counter. Flynn’s four-year-old son sat at a child-sized table with an array of crayons and paper spilled across the top.

  “Hey, Cooper,” I greeted him. He flashed me a shy grin and began coloring a picture of an elephant bright blue, talking to himself while he did so. He was a cutie.

  “Looking for anything special today?” Flynn asked me.

  “I need something for bad energy,” I said.

  “Well, depending on the type of bad energy, there’s Black Tourmaline—for anxiety, fear, stress—Black Onyx, for blocking psychic attacks and such. Hematite is good if you’re distracted or feeling unsafe. Smokey Quartz protects material possessions, and Jet will help you release grudges and unhealthy attachments.”

  “I’ll take one of each.”

  Flynn laughed. “Seriously? Okay. You want rough stones? Polished? Shaped?” He showed me several selections, and I wound up adding to my purchase a Selenite bowl to put the polished stones in. I planned to set them by the door to my apartment. I already had an Amethyst wand beside my bed to help me sleep and clear Quartz and Pyrite on my desk at work. Crystals gave me a sense of power over my life that I sorely needed.

  Flynn handed me the bag and I headed home, where I immediately looked through my closet, throwing several options onto my bed before getting into the shower and scrubbing all over with lavender body wash. I dropped my towel and stood in front of the long mirror propped in the corner of my bedroom, assessing myself. I made sure I stayed in shape and kept my pale skin smooth and soft. I had long legs in spite of my relatively short stature, and a high, bouncing ass that drew plenty of attention from thirsty tops. I smacked one cheek just to watch it jiggle a little. When Royce and I had first met, he’d thought I’d had a really good Brazilian butt job—meaning not overly done—but it was my natural ass. I had decent abs and small pink nipples I loved to show off. That day I had a gold ring in each of them.

  Crossing to the tall dresser in the corner, I sifted through my thongs, selecting one made of white lace. I loved the feel of the string settling between my ass cheeks and the lace against my cock. I decided to wear a plug, and chose the biggest one.

  Lubing it up, I planted my foot on the bed and eased it inside, wincing a little at the stretch. Then I turned my back to the mirror and spread my cheeks, admiring the pink jewel heart peeking out from between them.

  Satisfied, I slipped on the short, gray pleated skirt I’d chosen followed by a tight, thin, white shirt and a pair of thigh-high black leggings. A rimmed hat and high-heeled gray booties finished the look.

  Lip gloss was my only makeup for the evening, and I managed to slip out of the apartment only ten minutes late. I wiggled my fingers at Bruce, the night guy on duty at Winters Corporation, and breezed out the door, hand already in the air to hail a cab.

  The Banana was rocking when I entered nearly twenty minutes later, and I immediately made my way to the bar, skillfully working my hips, plug stabbing at my prostate with every swish. At that rate, the front of my panties were going to be soaked by the end of the night. Axel was working, along with another bartender, and I waited until he was free before I ordered a Pink Lady.

  “God, this tastes divine,” I said after the first sip.

  “Looking fine tonight,” Axel said to me with a wink.

  “Uh-uh, you’d better not flirt with me, Mr. Big Muscles. I’ll steal you right away from cute little Curly Top. Or maybe I should say Curly Bottom.”

  “Impossible,” Axel said. He tweaked my nose before turning his attention to another customer. I sighed, envying the relationship Axel and Caleb had. They were so fucking in love, something I was sure I’d never experience. I was lucky if I’d be able to find a Daddy to pound my ass every so often. I looked around and, spying a bull of a man with a septum piercing that only intensified the metaphor and a tat of a skull on his thick neck, I settled back to watch him.

  “Don’t even think about it.” Tony’s voice in my ear nearly made me spill my drink.

  “What?” I set my Pink Lady on the bar and turned to look at my friend. Tony leaned over me and ordered a beer before meeting my gaze.

  “I saw you eying that big twat over there. That’s Kilbourne. He’s a member of the Sinners and mean as fuck. He beat the shit out of Mick twice.”

  I furrowed my brow. “Mick?”

  “You know, half of the brother/sister duo Hung fucked.”

  It suddenly came to me who he was talking about. I’d yanked Jeo out of bed with the twink at least once in an attempt to get the infuriating man to work on time.

  “Maybe he deserved it,” I said, and Tony smacked me hard. “Ouch!” I rubbed my arm. I hadn’t meant what I’d said: nobody deserved to be abused. But for some reason, thoughts of Mick in Jeo’s bed made me feel vicious. “Okay, I take that back.” I glanced over at Kilbourne, who was looking around the bar, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth. When his eyes lit on me, I looked away.

  “Are you sure he was the one who did it? Because he looks like he’d be good in the sack,” I said just to rile up Tony. I had no intention of going after the guy now.

  “You’d climb out of it with two black eyes,” Tony replied. “Come on. Finish that drink and let’s dance.”

  I downed it, coughing when I got to the end. Axel had made it strong. The first strains of Red Eyes by War on Drugs had me following Tony to the dance floor. The Banana played an eclectic mix that I loved. I was hot and sweaty in no time, not to mention buzzed—at the point where my teeth felt numb—and my cock was hard from the plug tormenting me with every sway of my hips.

  “You’re such a lightweight,” Tony said, grinning at me, his teeth super white under the club lights.

  Cane appeared behind Tony, nuzzling his neck while running his big hands down Tony’s sides to rest on his hips. Having seen enough of the two of them together to last a lifetime, I turned away, almost colliding with a wall of solid chest accompanied by a deliciously familiar scent. As big hands clamped on my arms, I looked up into Jeo’s dark eyes. This was what I’d hoped for. The reason for the plug.

  “Hey, where did you come from?” I asked, gaze taking in his dark jeans and black shirt open at the neck.

  “Just got here,” he said.

  The song changed to something slower, and Jeo slipped his arms around me, moving against me to the beat. In the heels I was wearing, his hard cock rested just above my navel, and I gasped at the feel of it. Was he hard for me, or did dancing give him an erection? Fuck, he was big.

  We moved sensuously to the music, melding our bodies together, grinding on the crowded dance floor until he was all I could sense. I hadn’t known Jeo would be there. What I had known was that I was tired of imagining what it would be like to have him inside me.

  The song changed again, and I was fucking lost because Adam Lambert singing Fever was the best. The heat ratcheted up between me and Jeo, and God, I was so far gone. When Jeo slid his thigh between mine, the friction had me panting. He pulled me closer and, without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

  I knew where this was going and I wanted it. Just do it and then you can move on.

  We quickly crossed the line between dancing and dry fucking, but when I laced our fingers together and tu
gged Jeo toward the back, he looked surprised.

  I led him through the moving bodies, music loud behind the pounding in my ears. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, and I definitely didn’t want to.

  Once in the dark corner past the employees room and fire exit, Jeo’s mouth met mine, sending an explosion of fireworks through my body. His tongue explored my mouth while his big cock pushed against my abdomen.

  The music pounded around us, now Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson. Jeo’s hands gripped my ass through the skirt.

  “You’re a hot little fuck,” he said in my ear. He unzipped his pants and took us both in hand. But I stopped him with a hand to his wrist. Slowly, I turned to the wall and flipped up my skirt. Jeo ran warm hands over my ass, and I heard his sharp intake of breath when his searching fingers found the jewel plug. When he pushed on it, I was the one gasping, fingers curling against the wall.

  He kissed and bit at my neck and then my ear while tapping on the plug.

  I moaned.

  “You have a condom?” I asked, leaning close to his ear so he could hear me over the music.

  He nodded. “You sure you wanna do this? It’s gonna hurt.”

  I answered by reaching behind me to grab the plug, but he stilled me with his hand and slid it out himself, replacing it with two of his fingers. When he brushed against my gland, I cried out and pushed back, legs shaking.

  His free hand crept up my chest under the T-shirt, brushing over my left nipple and the little ring in it before continuing upward to clasp firmly around my throat.

  “So. Fucking. Hot,” he said into my ear.

  For long moments, Jeo sucked and licked at my lobe while grinding against my hip, fingers deep inside me working my prostate. I was going to combust if he didn’t get that big dick inside me.

  The music drowned out my moans and the gasp when he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty. A condom wrapper hit the floor. He fumbled behind me, shoving my leggings to my ankles and the thin strip of my thong to the side, before the blunt end of his cock nudged my opening. My heart slammed in my chest. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him, but I prayed I could. I knew having had the plug in for so long would help.

  I jutted out my ass, pushing into Jeo’s slow entry until my feet were lifted from the floor, and I was speared on all twelve thick inches of him.

  Jeo’s hips began to rock, U2’s One the soundtrack to our fucking. I let out a long groan as he set a fast rhythm, breath warm against my ear.

  I’d never been fucked like this—so deep, so completely. The fact it was Jeo only made it better, and I clawed at the wall before reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck, holding tight while he gave me the dicking of my life. His breath sped up, and he reached around, slipping his hand inside the lace of the thong to stroke my hard cock.

  My pleasure mounted, and when the song reached its peak and Jeo leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Come, boy,” I jerked, shooting like a rocket, ass clamping around his cock and body jerking like a marionette against him as he continued to plow me, pubic hair scratching against my bare ass. He lost his rhythm as his orgasm took over. His fingers dug into my hips. Wanting to mark him, I dug my nails into the back of his neck. I was under no misconception about this being a one-time fuck, but hell if he wasn’t going to think about me later, even if it was just to curse me for the wounds I’d inflicted.

  I grunted as he shoved me into the wall one final time, chest heaving against my back as a groan ripped from his throat.

  A cock like his didn’t just slip out after sex; it had to be coaxed out, the sensation feeling freakishly like the end of a medical procedure. I could only imagine how gaping wide my ass was at that moment. Jeo lowered me to my feet, and, letting my hands drop from his neck, I closed my eyes, listening to him tie off the condom. I blinked when I felt him pull up my leggings and lower my skirt. Taking me by the shoulders, he turned me, and I kept my eyes closed while he pressed a kiss to my lips. When I opened my eyes several long seconds later, he was gone. I hadn’t expected anything else; in fact, I was glad. I didn’t want to try to make polite conversation after what had happened between us.

  I retrieved my hat from the floor but saw no sign of my butt plug in the dark. I probably wouldn’t be able to keep it in after that onslaught anyway.

  Walking only slightly funny, I headed back to the dance floor as Fleetwood Mac crooned The Chain.

  ****

  “What happened?” Tony asked, watching me place a pillow on the seat of my desk chair before carefully easing down onto it.

  I was so damn sore, tears came to my eyes if I sat down too hard. What had I been thinking, taking a twelve-inch cock? The lubed plug had helped, but I still shouldn’t have done it, and not just because of the soreness. I’d been completely fucked to think getting Jeo to fuck me would erase him from my mind.

  “Hemorrhoids?” Tony looked sympathetic.

  I couldn’t help laughing. “Hell, no.”

  “Oh, my God. Did you get your ass plowed?” Tony said it so loudly, I winced, even though Cane was the only one around to hear.

  “TMI!” my boss yelled from his office.

  Exhausted from lack of sleep, I covered my face with my hands. “Can we not talk about this?”

  “Of course,” Tony said. “After you tell me who fucked you. Because we all left The Banana together. Did that guy who called you an idiot at the ball game come by your place?”

  After my interlude with Jeo in the back of the club, I’d been running on alcohol and adrenaline. It hadn’t been until I’d gotten home and fallen into bed that the soreness had really hit me. Even after getting up and taking a hot bath and a few pain relievers, I hadn’t been able to sleep. It hadn’t helped I’d been hard as a rock remembering Jeo’s huge cock in my ass and how I’d come on command. Not to mention how he’d called me ‘boy.’ God, that had been hot.

  I didn’t have it in me to try to think up a plausible story. “Hook-up in the back of the club got intense,” I said. “Didn’t feel how intense until later.” Hopefully, Tony wouldn’t—

  “Holy shit, you let Jeo fuck you, didn’t you?”

  —put the pieces together.

  I looked up to find my friend staring at me.

  “Er…”

  Tony’s face turned murderous. “He hurt you.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and I almost fell off my rolling chair in my lunge to grab it from him.

  “Don’t you dare! He didn’t hurt me.”

  Tony gave me a look as I carefully eased back onto the pillow.

  “I went to the club prepped,” I said. “I wanted it, Tony. Wanted him. I planned to offer myself if he showed up. And he did. Serendipity, right?” I tried a smile, but Tony still looked like he could chew glass.

  I sighed. “Look, I didn’t plan on doing it with him. It just happened. I just want to forget about it now.”

  Tony shook his head. “I can’t believe you took that big thing up your ass.”

  “TMI!” Cane called, louder this time.

  Tony and I shared a look that told me this wasn’t the end of the subject. We’d pick it up later.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jeo

  “I know what you did,” Tony said, shooting me an accusatory look.

  “And what was that?”

  He’d invited me to meet for lunch again. This time he obviously had an agenda.

  “Nick hasn’t been able to sit for days.”

  I swallowed, throat suddenly dry, and looked down at my sandwich. “What has that got to do with me?” I tried.

  Tony dumped the contents of the salt dispenser into my iced tea.

  “Dammit, T! I’d only had one sip of that.” I slid my water glass out of his reach.

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  I sighed. “It just happened.”

  “What, you were in the back of The Banana, tripped, and your cock fell into Nick’s ass?”

  I huffed. “It was mutual. It wasn’t like I forced mys
elf on him or something. I had no intention of fucking him. He asked me to.”

  “Don’t you think that weapon you carry should be used with a certain amount of caution? Restraint, even? Fuck, Jeo, life’s not a porn video!”

  I knew screwing Nick Chambers would undoubtedly come back to bite me in the ass. I wish I could blame it on booze, but I’d only had one drink. Seeing him dancing in his cute pleated skirt and heels had made me crazy. Nick rode a fine line between the sexes most days, something I found incredibly hot. Hell, with those gorgeous blue eyes, inky black hair, long legs, and round, high ass, he’d look good wearing a polyester mu-mu.

  And maybe I was an ass, because hearing Tony say Nick had been feeling me for days had made me brick hard. Still, hadn’t Tony wanted me to get with Nick? Maybe he hadn’t said it in so many words, but I was sure he’d been thinking it.

  I opened my mouth to say as much, but Tony cut me off.

  “I thought you should date him, not fuck him in the back of a club and then leave.”

  “Is that how he described it?”

  “Not the leaving part, but I knew that; I was there, remember?”

  “Come on, stop being so judgmental.” I threw down my sandwich and leaned back in the booth. I did feel a little guilty about leaving so fast, but the whole experience had gotten to me. I hadn’t expected that.

  Tony gave me a hard glare. “I don’t want you to hurt him. He’s my friend.”

  “How exactly would I do that? Nick thinks I’m a giant fuck up. He’s flirted with me from day one. He wanted my big dick and got it. End of story.”

  The look Tony gave me could freeze beer, but he let the subject drop. I knew him. He was all about his friends; it was one of the things I loved about him. So, I wasn’t really surprised or insulted he’d confronted me. I was sure Nick had gotten a similar lecture. It was the lingering feeling that once with Nick was not going to be enough that was bothering me.

  For the rest of the day while I worked at Rainbow House, and later upstairs in my bed, I thought about Nick and how I’d impulsively called him boy when I’d told him to come. And he had come, all right. Like a fire hose.