Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (32 page)

“You two go on,” Joshie interrupted, waving
them out.

“I need my wig,” Rachel protested. “I can’t
go out like this.”

Joshie and Jake exchanged glances but Rachel
ignored them. She found her wig at the station next to Joshie’s.
She didn’t have any adhesive left in the salon so she just slipped
it on over her newly painted head, straightening and fluffing. It
would do until they got upstairs.

“Go already!” Joshie insisted. He had
Rachel’s purse and he slung it over her shoulder, practically
pushing them out the door. “I’ll close up shop.”

Jake was quiet on the way to the elevator.
Most shops were closing for the night, although there were still a
few people coming out of the all-night grocery. Rachel fiddled with
her wig as they got into the elevator and she pressed the button
for her floor. There was a mirror on the back wall and she checked
it again. It had moved a little.

Jake slipped between her and her mirror
image and she looked up, meeting his gaze, although tilting her
chin made her wig slide and she grabbed onto it self-consciously
with one hand before it could fall to the floor.

“Come on, Rapunzel.” He put a hand over hers
on her head, slowly moving her wig back. “Let down your hair.”

“Jake…” She swallowed, feeling it slip
further. She knew he’d seen her without it already and yet she was
still too afraid to let go when they were here alone together.

He dipped his head down and kissed her,
mouth insistent, the hand holding her wig moving to her lower back.
The cool air against her neck made her shiver—and so did the way he
turned and pressed her back against the mirror, his body a wall of
heat as the kiss grew deeper, his tongue drawing hers.

She left her hair puddled on the floor, her
scalp bald and naked. It was a strange, backwards equation, but
somehow the more exposed she was to him, the better she felt. His
thigh slipped between hers and she opened her legs, skirt riding up
high as he pressed against her. One of his hands reached around to
grab her ass, lifting her more fully to him, the other twisted in
front, grabbing her breast and squeezing through her blouse.

Then she remembered they were still in the
elevator and it could stop at any time, letting on one of her
neighbors, maybe even a client. She broke the kiss, breathless,
meeting his own half-lidded gaze.

“Wait,” she pleaded, whimpering as his thigh
flexed delightfully between hers. “At least until we get to my
apartment.”

“I can’t wait anymore,” he murmured against
her neck, licking and sucking at her skin. “I want you. I want you
so fucking bad I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I spend all day
thinking about you. My clients are beginning to wonder if I’m on
drugs or something, I space out so often, daydreaming about
you.”

She twined her arms around his neck, hanging
on tight, as if she could get closer to him somehow, crawl inside
his skin.

“And the nights…” He gave a long, frustrated
groan, sliding both hands under her ass and grinding his pelvis
against hers. She gave in, wrapping her legs around his waist,
feeling the hard press of his cock bent and straining through his
trousers. “I feel like a damned teenager. I can’t stop jerking off
and thinking about you.”

She flushed with pleasure at his words.

“And just when I think it’s over, when I
make myself come remembering your hot little pussy or your sweet,
gorgeous tits...” He kissed her again, quickly, his breath hot, his
words mumbled against her mouth. “You’ve got me under some sort of
spell. I swear, I can come like I was fifteen again, over and over.
All I have to do is remember the feel of you riding my cock and I’m
hard again in an instant.” His admission made them both fill with
heat. He met her eyes, his expression pained, hungry, desperate.
“And this just goes on and on and on…” He pressed his lips to hers
again and again. “All. Fucking. Night. Long.” He punctuated each
word with a hard thrust of his hips, driving her against the back
wall of the elevator.

“I know how you feel,” she breathed when the
elevator slid to a stop and the bell went off letting them know
they’d arrived at her floor.

“Do you?” He gripped her in his arms as if
he couldn’t let her go and she wondered if he was going to, but he
finally did as the doors started to slide open. Rachel retrieved
her wig and went to put it back on but Jake took it from her
hands.

“What—?” she protested.

“I like seeing all of you.” He hid both
hands behind his back when she went to grab her wig. She was afraid
she might run into a neighbor in the hallway. “And I’m gonna see a
lot more of you in a minute. Which one is yours?”

“At the end of the hall.” She nodded in that
direction and they made it without incident. Rachel’s hand trembled
as she slipped her key into the lock, but they’d barely burst into
the apartment before Jake was kissing her again and she found
herself pressed against the door they’d closed behind them.

“Jake—” She tried to protest, to keep up
some semblance of appearance or decorum, although she wasn’t even
sure why, until he thrust her half the way up the door with his
hips, using both hands to tear her blouse open. The buttons popped
and scattered like marbles all over the floor and she had time to
wonder if she was dreaming this before her bra was pulled down too
and he buried his face against the flesh of her breasts like he was
coming home.

“Oh god!” She ran her hands through the dark
curls on his head, her hips moving on their own, grinding back
against his. Her skirt was long, but he had it pushed far up her
legs, the soaked crotch of her panties wetting the zipper of his
trousers with every thrust. “Jake, please, please…”

“Please what?” His tongue bathed her
nipples, back and forth, sending exquisite shocks of pleasure down
between her thighs.

“I want you,” she begged, reaching down
between them to touch herself, something she had done thinking
about him a hundred times since the limo, getting herself off again
and again just from the memory. But he was here now, real flesh and
pounding blood and she had to have him. Had to. Now.

“You want me to fuck you?” He was already
fumbling with his zipper, freeing his cock.

“Yes!” She moaned when she felt the length
of him spring free between her thighs, the only thing separating
them now the thin fabric of her panties. They were plain white
cotton—nothing special today—but they nudged aside just as easily
as her silk ones had. “Do it! Oh please don’t tease me, put it in!
Put it in!”

He groaned and thrust, finding her center
with delicious accuracy and pounding deep. There were no words
then, just the hot pant of their breath as they kissed and he
fucked her hard against the door, the whole thing rattling with
every thrust, alerting every neighbor in the place to just what
they were doing.

Rachel had a brief flash of fear that
someone might call the cops but the hot pounding of Jake’s cock
inside her pussy grew so intense so fast, like a flash fire between
her thighs, the thought burned away, leaving her shaking in its
wake. She was going to come like this, with him buried inside of
her, fucking her so hard her teeth jarred, her head banging against
the trembling door.

She clutched him, arms and legs wrapped
tight, and tried to warn him, but it was no use. Her orgasm burst
forth like a dam breaking, her juices flooding them both.

Jake moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock
in climax, squeezing his length, the head buried so deep she
thought she could taste it in her throat. Rachel screamed in
release, her nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking, but he
managed to hold onto her and even come himself, following her by
just moments, shoving into her so hard she thought the door might
just splinter in half and spill them into the hallway.

“Oh god,” she whispered, still hanging onto
him tightly as their bodies started to relax. “It was really real?
I thought I dreamed it…”

“It was real.” Jake’s kisses found her neck,
her jaw, her ear. “And this time you’re not going anywhere.”

“Mmm,” she agreed, whimpering as he grew
soft and slipped out of her pussy. She wanted him still, more of
him, always. He groaned when she reached a hand down to find him,
slack and wet with their cum.

“Hungry little kitten,” he chuckled.

“Meow.” She scratched lightly at his balls
with her fingernails and he jumped, gasping. “Do you like my tiger
stripes?”

He studied her head in the dim light—Rachel
had one lamp on a timer in the living room and the light barely
reached the foyer.

“I’d like to see your whole body painted
like that.” He grinned. “We could do a new animal every night.
Tigers, zebras, giraffes…”

“Giraffes?” She laughed. “What do giraffes
say?”

“Umm…I think giraffes say…‘gnork.’ The ‘g’
is silent.”

“Gnork! Gnork!” she called, both of them
laughing as he followed her directions to the bathroom, not letting
her down, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist the whole time
until he could sit her on the bathroom counter and run the shower.
He slowly stripped her down, inspecting every inch of her with his
eyes, until she was sitting naked on the edge of the sink.

“Now you,” she insisted, watching as he hung
his suit coat on a hook on the back of the door and undid his tie.
He peeled his shirt off quickly, his trousers and boxers dropping
to the floor, and Rachel noticed he wasn’t kidding—his cock was
half-hard again already. He left his shoes and socks in the pile
and stepped into the shower.

“Come on,” he called, peeking out of the
shower curtain.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. Joshie
had done an amazing job painting her scalp. He was quite the
artist. It seemed a shame to wash it all away without even taking a
picture, but she knew she was hesitating for more reasons than just
that.

Jake raised an eyebrow at her and she bit
her lip, meeting his gaze.

“But then I’ll be totally naked,” she
murmured, touching her tiger stripes.

Jake grinned. “That’s the idea.” He held a
hand out to her and she took it, letting him pull her in. They
spent a long time soaping each other up and rinsing off. The body
paint came off easily enough and Rachel touched the smooth expanse
of her scalp with trepidation. There weren’t even any wispy hairs
left. She was completely bald.

“You’re beautiful,” Jake whispered into her
ear, his fingers moving between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy
as he pressed her against the tiles. She remembered how he’d taken
her, fucked her, and her clit throbbed in response.

“No, I’m not,” she protested softly,
whimpering as his fingers parted her, finding her aching clit and
circling it with his thumb.

“Yes,” he insisted, bending to capture a
nipple between his lips. She moaned and spread wider for his
attention. “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it.”

“Jake…” she whispered as he sank to his
knees in the shower and spread her lips with his fingers, his
tongue taking up where his thumb had left off. “Oh god. Oh my god.
That’s so good…”

His mouth covered her pussy and he drank her
in like nectar, sucking and licking and driving her wild. Before
long her knees began to give way, but Jake didn’t give up—instead
he just threw her legs over his shoulders and delved in deeper,
sucking insistently at her little clit. His fingers probed her
hole, sliding into her wetness and mimicking the motion of his
cock, in and out of her pussy, and that sent her shuddering over
the edge into ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, her heels digging
into his back, mashing her flesh against his lapping tongue. “Make
me come! Make me come all over your face!”

Jake just mumbled something affirmative, his
fingers thrusting in deep as she spasmed around them, the walls of
her pussy contracting with pleasure. She moaned and felt her whole
body collapsing, melting like jelly, and Jake took her weight in
his arms, sliding his body up hers, keeping her pressed to the
tiles as he kissed her. She could taste herself in his mouth, feel
the heat of his erection against her hip.

“I want you again,” he whispered, reaching
over and turning off the water.

“So I feel,” she teased, gripping his
length, making him growl.

“I told you, it’s like I’m fifteen again.”
He grabbed a towel and started rubbing her down as they stepped
out. She let him dry them both off, even laughed when he shook his
head like a dog, spraying them both with water.

“I can’t do that anymore,” she said a little
sadly, running a hand over her bare scalp. She was afraid to look
in the mirror.

“True,” he agreed, stepping close and
pulling her into his arms to kiss the top of her head. “But you
give a whole new meaning to the term ‘wash and go.’”

She laughed again, letting him kiss her, his
hands roaming all over her body. She felt like a teenager again
too, eager but self-conscious, excited and a little afraid. He
followed her directions again, this time to her bedroom, and they
rolled around, kissing and petting on her down comforter until they
were breathless with lust.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned,
kissing his way down between her thighs. She couldn’t let him focus
on her pussy again like that, giving her so much attention without
any distraction, so she turned herself around and rolled on top of
him, playing with his cock. It was leaking precum and she licked it
off, enjoying the taste, the silky feel of his skin against her
lips and tongue. She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth in a long
time.

“Oh Rachel,” he moaned as she took his
length, as far as she could, deep into her throat. “Oh Jesus,
sweetie, go slow…fuck!”

She smiled as she came up on his cock,
rubbing the head over her lips, smearing more precum there. His
mouth was still busy between her legs, licking and sucking at her
pussy, greedy with lust.