Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (15 page)

“I have to take this,” she said to Jenny.
“Can you take Poppy back to his room?” She put her hand on his
shoulder, squeezing, and leaned down to tell him, “I’ll be there in
a minute, Poppy. I have to take this call.”

He patted her hand and she stepped back to
let the aide push him down the path, watching as they walked away,
Jenny already chatting. “Let’s go for a walk, Mr. Lax! Those
flowers are so pretty. I love lilacs. We’re going to have to get
them into some water…”

Goldie answered her phone. “Hello?”

“Goldie Lax?”

She blinked up at the sky, her heart in her
mouth, not sure she could answer. “Yes.”

“My name is Otto Behr. I have a job for
you.”

She’d been waiting for this call—not just
today, or this week—she’d been waiting for this for years, ever
since Poppy had told her the story about Jakob and his son,
Daniel.

She did very little talking and a great deal
of listening to Otto Behr. By the time the call ended and she
walked back to Poppy’s room, she found him sleeping in his chair by
the window. Not wanting to disturb him, she leaned over and kissed
his forehead, deciding to tell him all about it later, when she
could show him instead. Then, she moved the vase of flowers from
the windowsill to his night table so he would see them first thing
when he woke, and left.

* * * *

Campbell hated having to find time for her,
stolen nights in hotels—sometimes in motels that charged by the
hour. What he wanted was all the time in the world, every minute of
every day, endless hours with nothing to do but spend time
together. He watched her sleeping, her golden hair spilling around
her shoulders and over her breasts, the sheet pulled up to her
waist. They rarely spent whole nights together, but this was an
anniversary and he’d insisted.

He slid into bed behind her, spooning. She
wasn’t wearing anything at all—most of her clothes were still in a
heap by the door, along with his—and he loved the feel of her skin,
like silk, against his. She shifted against him in her sleep,
half-smiling, and he hoped she was dreaming about the three hours
they’d spent in every possible position from the bathroom to the
Jacuzzi tub to the bed to, yes, even the little hotel desk. He
liked to cover all his bases.

Goldie murmured something, wiggling, and
Campbell felt his cock stir. He smiled as he saw her hand working
against the sheet. She was actually turning combinations in her
sleep, not dreaming about him after all, but about cracking some
safe. He chuckled to himself, deciding to give her something else
to do with her hands.

“Baby,” he whispered, wedging his cock
against the crack of her ass. That made it quite stiff. “It’s
already open. You got your prize.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, reaching a hand back
and clutching his hip. “I did,” she agreed. “It was the best prize
ever.”

“But there’s more where that came from.”

She groaned, shaking her head and hiding her
face in the pillow. “I don’t think I have any fluids left in
me.”

“Don’t make me go watch porn,” Campbell
teased, sliding a hand over her hip.

She laughed. “You have to pay extra for
that.”

“I think we used your credit card for the
room,” he mused, moving his hand down her belly, dipping a finger
into her navel.

“I saw Poppy today.” She wiggled around to
face him, putting her arms around his neck, and the shock of her
little breasts, nipples pressed into his chest, made his cock dance
against her bare thigh.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” he
warned, sliding a leg between hers, feeling the sweet slide of her
pussy against his skin. “Besides, I know for a fact, he’s got a
crush on that Jenny.”

“Campbell!” She protested, laughing, as he
kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way slowly down to her
breasts.

“I don’t blame him.” God he loved her
breasts, so little and pert. Her nipples got hard as he licked and
blew on them. He watched the skin around them pucker, delighted.
“She’s cute.”

“Campbell!”

He lifted his head to look at her, seeing
her smile. “Hey, did I say happy anniversary?”

“A few hundred times…” She ran a hand
through his hair, eyes still sleepy and half-closed. “And if
orgasms count, then… six more after that?”

He grinned. “Orgasms definitely count.”

“Well then I owe you a few,” she murmured,
sliding her hand down over his chest, tweaking his nipple. That
made his cock throb against her hip and he gasped as she grabbed
it, tugging.

“Oh god. I’ll never catch up,” he protested,
letting her roll him to his back.

She looked up from where she settled herself
between his thighs, rubbing his cock against her cheek, her lips,
teasing. “Remember the first time we did this?”

“Five years and I still can’t think about
any other woman.” He smiled, watching her tongue sneak out,
trailing around the head of his cock. That first lick was always
pure heaven. He shivered.

“You were thinking about Jenny,” she
reminded him and then sucked the tip into the hot, wet cavern of
her mouth, using her tongue underneath, making his hips move.

“Jenny who?” he gasped.

She grinned. “Right answer.”

“Shhh, keep your mouth on it.” He pressed
her head back down, gently forcing himself deeper, hearing her gag,
knowing she loved it—which just made it all the more exciting. He
slowly fucked her mouth that way, his eyes never leaving hers.
Okay, so occasionally he let himself focus on the way his shaft
disappeared between her lips, how red her mouth got when she sucked
him, but if he did that too much, he was going to come. And he
didn’t want to come, not for a long, long time. He wanted to spend
all night doing this, until both of them were so dry they had to
crawl to the sink to rehydrate.

He couldn’t believe he still wanted her this
much after five years. Every committed guy he’d talked to, from his
friends to his brother, claimed to be looking at other women by
year five. Some after just a year. But they’d had two before they
had started living this way, separate yet together, not daring to
meet at her place or at his, and even then he hadn’t been thinking
about anyone else. Although sometimes he wondered if it was this
sort of having-an-affair-like existence that made things so
hot.

“Play with yourself,” he whispered, but she
already was, her fingers moving wetly between her pussy lips. Just
the sound made him hungry. He could still taste her in his mouth
from earlier and the memory of her pussy grinding on his face
almost sent him over. He grabbed her hair, pulling her slowly off
his cock.

“Feel good?” His gaze moved between her
thighs, her hand rubbing furiously. She nodded, panting. “Show
me.”

She knelt up, using two fingers to spread
her lips for him and he could see her clit clearly as she pulled
the skin back. He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her hips,
lifting her easily in his hands—she was slender, with hips like a
boy, and he could move her around any which way he liked, tossing
her around, which they both loved—and brought her pussy to his
face.

“Oh god,” she whispered, her hand moving
through his hair. “Oh yes…yes…”

“Show me,” he said again and she obeyed,
using both hands to spread her pussy wide for him. He loved the way
she looked, the sounds she made, the way she tasted. His tongue
probed between her lips, finding her clit and teasing it with his
tongue. She swayed back, arching, her little breasts just buds on
her chest, her pink nipples pointing to the wall behind his head.
He swallowed the taste of her, tang and musk, and went back in for
more, using his tongue like a spoon to lap at her slit.

“Oh baby,” she moaned, rocking her hips,
grinding, finding his tongue with her clit. “Please, please. Make
me come!”

He focused there, lashing back and forth,
arms wrapped around her slim hips, feeling the first shudders
rocking through her, watching the taut pull of her belly. She was
coming, tugging at her own nipples as she rocked her pussy against
his face, her moan building to nearly a scream. She would have
collapsed if the wall hadn’t been there. Instead she leaned her
arms against the headboard, breathing hard, her thighs trembling on
either side of his ears. He didn’t think his cock could get any
harder.

“Suck me,” he growled and although she
groaned in protest, she turned around on him, taking his cock with
the wet pull of her mouth, making his toes curl with pleasure. He
couldn’t get enough of her, wrapping his arms around her hips again
and pulling her pussy to his mouth. She squealed and squirmed, but
eventually relented, letting him devour her. Her lips were swollen,
the nub of her clit sensitive, and he spent time sucking on her
labia, his fingers playing around her hole but not fucking her—not
yet, not until she begged him. Which came a lot sooner than he
expected.

“Please,” she moaned around his cock, the
sensation of her tongue moving over the head making him grit his
teeth. “Oh god, don’t tease me, please, put them in me.”

“My fingers?” He stroked her slit, wiggling
them around her hole.

“Yes!” She gave his cock a long, hard suck
and he shuddered, his balls tightening another notch. “You know I
love it hard.”

“Like this?” Her pussy was like velvet
inside, the walls smooth. He stretched her with another finger,
feeling her thighs tense. “One more?” He slow gently slid a third
in, making her whimper, and then started to fuck her nice and
slow.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried, moving back against
his hand. “Noooo, no, hard! Hard! Harder!”

He did as she asked, plunging his fingers in
deep, fastened his mouth over her clit and waiting for her climax,
all the while fighting his own. Thankfully she’d forgotten about
his cock, her fist wrapped tight around it, her face buried in the
crook of his thigh as he fingered her to orgasm.

“Now!” She moaned, fucking back hard,
threatening to shove his whole hand in as her pussy clamped down
around his fingers. He was grateful she had hold of his cock,
squeezing hard, because he would have come right then if she
hadn’t.

“Oh god,” she whispered, rolling off him
onto the bed. “No more. Oh no more.”

“Yes more,” he insisted, moving up to his
knees and plunging his hand, still wet with her juices, back into
her pussy. She shook her head, trying to push him out, but he
didn’t let her, keeping his fingers deep inside, catching a
rhythm.

“Oh! Fuck!” She tried to roll but he pressed
his palm flat to her belly, pinning her to the bed. Instead, she
grabbed his cock, knowing it would distract him, and it did, oh
Christ, the way she pumped him in her hand made him want to shoot
all over her little tits.

“Don’t make me,” she begged, biting her lip.
“I can’t. No more!”

It just drove him crazy to hear her say
that. Maybe she knew it, he wasn’t sure, but he fingered her
faster, harder, using his thumb against her clit.

“Noooo!” she panted, thrusting up now,
following his rhythm, her eyes squeezed shut, pulling her own knees
back so he could get deeper access. She was so fucking beautiful he
could barely stand it. “Ohhhhhhh! No! No! Yessss!”

He smiled, watching her come again, feeling
the wet suck of her pussy around his fingers, her little asshole
clenching with every spasm. For a minute he felt like he was going
to pass out just seeing that, the hot pucker of her rosebud opening
and closing gently with her climax.

“Fuck me,” she insisted, her voice throaty,
reaching for him.

He gave her what she wanted, but he flipped
her onto her belly first. He wanted to see her little asshole while
he fucked her. Goldie spread for him, arching her back and lifting
her bottom in the air. His cock slid in easily and he groaned at
the sensation, so good,
too
good. He let out a slow breath,
bottoming out and looking down to see his cock going into her, his
gaze moving up to the slight curve at her waist.

He couldn’t help it—his wet his finger,
licking her juices off his hand, and pressed it against the tight
pucker of her ass. She protested, whimpering, as he knew she would,
but just feeling her sphincter clench gave his cock a jolt.

“Campbell, please,” she begged, looking over
her shoulder at him.

“Please what?” He slipped his wet finger in,
just up to the first knuckle, feeling her tense. She buried her
face in her arms and cried out, shaking her head. “What are you
gonna let me crack this, hm?”

She gave a muffled moan as he dared a little
more, wiggling his finger in deeper. “Okay!”

Everything in him stopped. He stared at her
flushed cheeks, her hair clouded around them, her lips wet and red
from biting them, and was sure he’d just heard her wrong.

“Okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed, pushing back against
his finger. His cock felt electrified inside her pussy and he
swallowed hard. “I packed KY. It’s in my bag.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Besides, he
was too worried she might change her mind. He lubed himself up
nicely, not spending too long stroking though—he was far too close
to coming for that. It would probably be two strokes in her ass
before he came as it was.

“Are you ready?” he asked, dribbling KY down
the crack of her ass and pressing the head of his cock against her
asshole.

“Easy!” She tensed the moment she felt him
there. “Oh god, it’s so big! Campbell!”

“Sorry,” he apologized, although he was
grinning. What guy didn’t like to hear that? “I’ll go slow.”

“You better,” she panted, closing her eyes
and gripping the hotel comforter in her fists.

“Just try to relax,” he murmured, biting his
lip and watching as the mushroom head of his cock disappeared
slowly under the ring of her sphincter. Goldie didn’t cry out. She
didn’t even move. She just breathed, slow and even, nostrils
flaring, her lower lip drawn between her teeth.