Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (37 page)

“Make yourself at home.” She put the kettle
on, knowing tea would keep her awake, but now that Griff was here
she didn’t care.

“You look like a goddess.” His words stopped
her at the stove and she glanced over her shoulder to see him
staring at her in the dress her grandmother had bought. It was
white with a high neckline but a ruched bust and no sleeves,
leaving her arms bare. It was actually quite reminiscent of the
dress Fay Wray wore in the movie, and it had probably been
intentional on her grandmother’s part, she realized.

“Thank you.” She joined him at the table,
still admiring him in his suit. They were in different territory
now and she felt a shift in things. They were both trying to gain
their footing in this new place.

“So do you want to try again?” Griff
suggested. She had the feeling he was trying not to sound hopeful,
which just made him sound even more so. “King Kong isn’t going
anywhere for a while.”

Mae smiled and thought about lying, but that
seemed like a bad way to start things off, so she told him the
truth, that her grandmother had planned for them to go to the
premiere as a surprise and she’d already seen the picture.

“But I kept wishing you were there,” she
said, hearing the kettle and rising to get it. “Lionel was a poor
substitute, I’m afraid.”

“Lionel?” he inquired, watching her pour
water into cups, plopping in tea bags and bringing them on saucers
to the table.

“Do you want milk and sugar?” Mae stalled,
kicking herself for mentioning Lionel at all.

“No.” He stirred his tea, still looking at
her. “Who’s Lionel?”

“He’s a former business associate of my
father,” she explained, reaching for the sugar and adding two
lumps. “He thinks he has a buyer for my grandmother’s apartment.
It’s not easy to find a buyer for the penthouse in the Century,
given the market,” she explained quickly.

“Oh.” Griff’s spoon slowed. “Well that’s
good news.”

“Is it?” She grimaced, putting the tea bag
on her saucer.

“No.” His answer was gruff and she looked
up, seeing his jaw working.

Sighing, Mae sat back in her seat, folding
her arms. “I’ll be honest, I don’t mind leaving the city, but…”

“But what?” Griff leaned in, elbows on her
little table, closing the space between them.

“Not what, exactly…” She met his eyes, those
deep, blue familiar eyes, and told him the truth. “Who.”

“Who?” he asked.

That was the question, wasn’t it? She
answered that one honestly, too.

“You.”

Griff got down on his knees. Mae stared at
him, aghast as he knelt beside her chair. He was looking up at her
from this position, so strange. This wasn’t just new territory, it
was the entrance to a whole new world.

“I’m going to do something right now that I
really shouldn’t,” he informed her, taking both of her hands in
his.

“Please.” She didn’t know where she found
her voice.

“Please what?” He frowned. He was so close
she could smell him, clean and fresh, like apples. “Please
don’t?”

“No…” She couldn’t finish her sentence or
even her thought. He was too close; she was too full of him.

“No?”

Mae tried again, leaning in a little, giving
him hope with her body language. “No, please…do. Do.”

“I have to,” he murmured, sliding his arms
around her and pressing his mouth to hers.

Maybe it was knowing that this was all they
could have, that she would be leaving with her grandmother, moving
far from the city, and there would be no more stolen picnic
lunches—but Mae thought, when thought returned hours later, that it
went deeper than that. She gave herself to him because, at the core
of her being, she knew she belonged to this man.

He whispered her name, kissing the slender
curve of her neck, licking the indented hollow of her throat, his
breath so hot it burned her skin. She clung to him, his shoulders
wide and broad under her hands. His mouth captured hers again, his
tongue slipping between her lips, and she welcomed the deep, gentle
exploration, lost in sensation

The press of his body between her thighs
parted them, hiking her dress up far too high for modesty, and when
she felt the thick heat of his cock through his trousers she
remembered to at least attempt to protect her virtue.

“Griff,” she gasped, pushing at his chest,
breaking their kiss. “We can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to…” She
swallowed, seeing the hunger in his eyes, feeling his urgency.
Flushing, she stammered over the words, “But if I get
pregnant…”

“I have something.” He pulled his wallet out
of his pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a square she
recognized, although she’d only ever seen one other one.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the condom.
“Those are illegal.”

“So’s alcohol, but you can get it in the
speakeasies without too much trouble.” He grinned, putting it back
into his wallet and shoving his wallet back into his pocket. “You
just have to know where to go and have the money to pay.”

“And it works?”

He shrugged. “It’s better than Lysol.”

Mae made a face. She’d seen the
advertisements and had heard that douching with the stuff after
relations would prevent an unwanted pregnancy, but just the smell
of the stuff made her dizzy and sick. She couldn’t imagine putting
it inside of her! Of course, there were a lot of things she
couldn’t imagine putting inside of her, and the cock rising thick
and insistent between her thighs was one of them.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know what sex was
or how it all worked—her girlfriends had talked extensively about
it, and her best friend, Irene, had lost her virginity the year
before with a boy at summer camp and had given her all the gory
details—but she was more than a little afraid. Still, she’d never
felt this way about any of the boys she’d been with, the ones she
had fumbled around in the dark with, their hands groping, mouths
open with sloppy kisses, like over-eager puppies looking for a
treat.

Griff was different.

Mae stood, holding out her hand, and he took
it, rising to meet her and take her into his arms. She felt
instantly connected to him, even before he kissed her, his mouth
practiced, sure, controlled. This wasn’t a boy, but a man. He could
restrain himself if he needed to—even if he just wanted to. He
wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do, and that made it
safer somehow.

“Come to bed,” she whispered, closing her
eyes and letting him caress her neck and shoulder with his
mouth.

She felt him stiffen, hesitating, his teeth
nibbling at her ear. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathed, putting her arms around
his neck and pressing her breasts fully against his chest, hearing
him gasp at the sensation. That filled her with an incredible sense
of power and she wiggled in his arms, wanting more.

“Oh god, Mae,” he murmured, and she squeaked
in surprise when he swept her up into his arms, carrying her around
the corner and shoving open her bedroom door. He pulled the shade
and switched on the little lamp on her dresser, pulling her between
his thighs and turning her around so he could unzip her dress.

His hands moved over her shoulders, sliding
the silk of the dress down her arms and letting the expensive
material pool on the floor at her feet. She stepped out of her
heels, feeling him lifting her slip, pulling it off over her head.
Now she was undressed for him, down to just a bra, panties and
stockings, and she turned to face him, seeing the lust in his eyes
as his gaze swept over her.

Griff was still almost fully dressed—he’d
taken his shoes and suit coat off—when he kissed her down onto the
bed and they rolled together, hands and mouths exploring. The twin
bed was small and they barely fit together, but neither of them
seemed to notice. She found herself impatient with his clothing,
wanting to feel more of him, all of him, and she worked the buttons
on his shirt as they kissed, rewarded with the heat of his chest
under her hands as she slid it over his broad shoulders.

They rocked together, her pelvis into his,
separated by his trousers and her panties. She couldn’t concentrate
on anything but the growing friction and heat between her thighs,
but Griff’s focus was further up, raining kisses over her cleavage
as he worked the hooks on her bra. He groaned when her breasts
spilled free into his waiting hands, his tongue making delicious
circles around the dark coins of her nipples.

Mae gasped and squirmed, arching toward him
for more. She’d never felt anything so good and she couldn’t get
enough, burying her hands in the thick waves of his hair. When he
kissed his way down further, his tongue dipping briefly into her
navel, she sighed in disappointment, wanting more of his mouth on
her breasts, but then he settled himself between her thighs and, to
her surprise, buried his face between them.

“Griff!” she gasped, flushing with
embarrassment, but there was no stopping him. He groaned as he
pulled her panties aside, spreading her thighs wide with his big
hands, leaving her totally exposed. She threw an arm over her eyes,
hiding from her own shame, as his tongue delved deep into her
cleft.

It took just moments for her to melt into
liquid pleasure all over the bed, giving into the pressing flutter
of his tongue. The feeling was incredible, beyond anything she
could have hoped for even on the nights she’d rolled restlessly
around in her bed dreaming of him, twisting the sheets between her
thighs and rocking into the sensation. She couldn’t have imagined
anything like this, so soft and wet and sweet, a dizzying thrill
with every pass of his tongue.

“Oh!” she cried, her thighs trembling under
his hands. “Oh! Oh! What—?”

Something was happening. The world was
tilting, coming to an ecstatic end right there between her legs,
and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Not only that, but
she didn’t want to, she admitted shamefully, grabbing a handful of
Griff’s hair and crying out with her pleasure as she shoved him
hard against her flesh, grinding her hips up to meet the velvety
lash of his tongue.

“Oh my god!” she gasped as he kissed his way
up her belly, pulling her quivering body to his, holding her close.
“What was that?”

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
“What did it feel like?”

“An earthquake,” she panted, feeling the hot
steel of his cock pressed against her hip. Curious, she slid her
hand down to rub it and heard his sharp intake of breath.

“I would move heaven and earth for you if I
could,” he whispered, rocking against the press of her hand.

“You did,” she breathed, daring to unzip
him. “You do.”

“Oh Mae.” He pressed his forehead to hers,
eyes closed, when she found him, stiff and engorged, far larger
than she had imagined. She touched him tentatively, her fingers
brushing the tip appearing over the V of his zipper. “Here.” He
took her hand in his, wrapping it around the length and guiding her
movement up and down.

“Like that?” she inquired, breathless,
watching the look on his face, pleasure almost to the point of
pain, as she stroked him.

“Oh yes,” he agreed, leaning back on the bed
and lifting his hips to give her better access. “Just like
that.”

She leaned on her elbow, moving him in her
fist, watching the head of his cock play peek-a-boo with his
foreskin as she began to pump a little faster. He bit his lip and
thrust into her hand, matching her rhythm.

“Does it feel good?” she asked, thrilled at
the way he groaned in response, arching up to meet her. She hoped
she was making him feel half as good as he’d made her feel with his
tongue, and then a very naughty thought occurred to her. Irene had
told her about petting with her boyfriend at summer camp, about all
the things they’d done before she lost her virginity, and one of
those things had been to put his cock into her mouth.

Mae remembered being appalled and a little
horrified at the time, but also more than a little curious, too.
What did it feel like? She noticed the head of his cock getting wet
as she stroked him, leaking at the tip. What did it taste like?

“Mae!” Griff cried out in surprise when she
leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, licking her lips and
tasting the tangy, peppery liquid.

“Is it okay?” she asked, lightly licking
around the head, exploring the ridges with her tongue. He threw his
head back with a low growl as she sucked just the tip.

“Mae, wait,” he gasped, tilting up her chin
and rubbing her mouth with his thumb. “It feels too good. I can’t
stand it.”

“Too good?” she smiled. “Is there such a
thing?”

He chuckled. “No. But I want to be inside of
you, remember?”

“Yes.” She felt a shiver of fear at the
thought. “But…”

“It’s all right.” He slid out his wallet,
finding the packet and ripping it open. “We’ll be safe.”

She helped him slide his trousers all the
way down, undoing her garters and rolling her stockings down her
thighs as she watched him slip the condom on. Wiggling her panties
off, she spread herself like a sacrifice, squeezing her eyes shut
and waiting.

Griff moved between her thighs and she
winced, gripping his upper arms as he poised himself above her. She
expected him to do it quick, but he took his time, kissing her
neck, nibbling at her ear, distracting her from her own fear. When
his mouth reached her nipples, she whimpered, unable to concentrate
on anything but the sweet sensation of wet tongue tracing hot
circles around and around.

A fire was burning again between her legs
and she begged him to quench it somehow, calling his name as she
bucked under his weight, wrapping her legs around him tight. She
felt the hard length of him against her thigh and she stiffened for
a moment, gasping.