Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (51 page)

Her brother said something and nodded,
turning on his stool and sliding off. She thought about going after
him but then she felt Drew slip in beside her to order a beer. They
drank together, both of them sweaty and hot, their clothes sticking
to their wet flesh, eyes meeting over the rims of their
glasses.

“How ’bout you, little one?” The rumble of
Double’s deep voice in her ear was loud even with the music playing
over them. “I hear redheads are firecrackers in bed.”

“Sorry.” She turned and shook her head. “I’m
taken.”

He watched as Gretel took Drew’s hand—he
still had her panties clenched in his fist—and started leading him
through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” he inquired, but she
just smiled, leading him off the dance floor and onto the deck.
They both gulped huge lungfuls of night air as they stood at the
railing, both of them overheated and trying to cool down. The moon
was full and bright, the ocean a simmering silver, the diamond
tipped waves rising up to kiss the sky.

“I think these are yours.” He slipped her
panties into the side pocket of her sundress, giving her a kiss on
the cheek. “I’m going to go to bed.”

“Without me?” Gretel looked up at him in the
moonlight, far too eager, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I’m afraid so.” He sighed. “Goodnight,
sweetheart.”

She watched his retreating back, resisting
every urge in her body to follow. Instead, she waited until he was
around the corner before weaving her way back through the crowd,
finding Double still sitting at the bar. He looked up in surprise
as she pressed herself against him, wiggling her way in between the
two blondes.

“I think I’m looking for some trouble,” she
whispered, and he followed her like a puppy onto the dance floor.
He was a wall of flesh, his meaty hands like hams on her hips, and
any dancing being done was mostly by her. He just stood like a
tree, swaying slightly as he watched her through half-lidded eyes.
The two blondes didn’t like her moving in on their territory and
they joined them on the floor, the three women wrapping themselves
around the bodyguard like vines, writhing together.

For Gretel, it couldn’t have been a more
perfect opportunity. She found his pocket without any trouble at
all, slipping the key card out and pocketing it—sliding it next to
her panties—before excusing herself to the little girl’s room. He
called after her, but the crowd was thick and the two blondes
wrapped around his tree trunk legs prevented him from really going
after her.

Drew’s cabin was down the hall from hers,
almost all the way to the back of the ship. Standing outside of his
door, she contemplated the key card in her hand, wondering if it
would even work. And did she want it to? She could just go back to
the dance floor, put it back into Double’s pocket, and stay out of
trouble altogether.

Instead, she slid the card into the lock,
turning the knob and pushing the door open. The room was dark and
she stood for a moment, listening, trying to get her bearings. She
had hoped she’d waited long enough for him to be in bed, asleep,
but she didn’t hear the sound of deep, even breathing, and now she
wondered if he’d even come back to his room at all.

Then she saw the light under the bathroom
door and heard the faint sound of water running. He was in the
shower. She stood there, indecisive, for just a moment. Then she
crept to the bathroom to listen. Hearing nothing but the shower,
she turned the knob slowly, easing the door open just a little. He
was standing in the shower, the curtain drawn, but it was the clear
kind, giving her a hazy view of his flesh.

He probably would have seen her, or at least
sensed her, but he had one hand braced against the wall above his
head, and the other was busy between his legs, pumping his cock.
Gretel watched him jerk off, the sound of his soft moans making her
pussy throb in response, and couldn’t help herself. Lifting her
sundress, she slipped her fingers through the wetness, parting the
curly red hair between her legs, easing her swollen pussy lips
open.

“Oh god,” Drew cried, pumping a little
faster. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good. Suck it. Suck it!”

Gretel whimpered, unable to resist his
directive, slipping into the bathroom, out of her dress and into
the shower before she could even think. Drew gasped in surprise at
the intrusion but he didn’t have long to process, because Gretel
had him in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat, her fingers
already working between her own legs.

“Oh no,” he groaned, shaking his head,
closing his eyes as she knelt in the warm needle spray and worked
him between her lips, running her tongue along the head, tasting
him.

“Yes,” she insisted, taking him in her hand,
tugging as she stood, pressing him back against the tile. “Don’t
send me away again, Drew. Please.”

She kissed him, her tongue drawing him out,
his cock jumping in her hand like a livewire, and she felt him
finally relent, his mouth opening to hers with a low growl, his
hands finding her ass and pulling her in close. Neither of them
could resist anymore.

Gretel sighed in triumph as he groped her
breasts, her nipples hard and aching, pink twin peaks that welcomed
the lash of his tongue. She arched and moaned as he made his way
down her body, kneeling before her in the shower, hands cupping her
breasts, tonguing her navel first, a delicious tease, before
burying his face between her thighs.

The sensation was heaven and she wanted
more, sliding her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him
in further. Drew moaned against her flesh, pressing her back
against the tiles, pausing only to assess their position and modify
it slightly. There was a built-in ledge for soap and shampoo in the
corner and he lifted her onto it—just enough room for her tailbone
to rest on, but he took the rest of her weight, swinging her legs
over his shoulders and delving back into her wetness.

The ache between her legs had gone from a
dull throb to a steady, rising hum. She couldn’t help the circles
her hips began to make, searching for more of his mouth and tongue
and fingers, as eager to find her own climax as he was to bring her
to it. She looked down to see his gaze on hers, his eyes dark with
lust, his mouth covering her mound, tongue working furiously
against the sensitive nub of her clit.

“Drew,” she moaned, her thighs quivering
against his shoulders. “Oh yes! Make me come! Make me come in your
mouth!”

And he did, focusing single-mindedly on her
hot little clit, his tongue working back and forth at lightning
speed, her whole body trembling with her orgasm, thighs clenching,
pussy gripping his probing fingers as she let go completely, riding
the crest of her pleasure like a wave.

Then he held her, folding her into his arms
in the shower’s wet heat, kissing her gently, her cheek, her jaw,
her mouth. She could taste herself and she licked at his lips,
sucking at his tongue, making him groan at her response. He gasped
when she reached down and found the thick length of his cock, hers
for the taking, stroking it lightly in her fist.

“Your turn,” she murmured, sinking to her
knees, grateful not to have to stand, still weak from her climax.
His cock was fat and thick and she couldn’t get all of it into her
mouth, but she tried. Drew groaned appreciatively, his hand cupping
her head, guiding her mouth, using the length of her hair to
control her speed.

“Don’t make me come,” he gasped, looking
down at her. She whimpered, feeling how swollen he was in her
mouth, wanting to taste him. “I want to fuck you.”

“Oh yes.” She stood instantly, putting her
arms around his neck. “Yes, please.”

He laughed. “Not here.”

They got out of the shower and Drew toweled
her dry, spending a great deal of time rubbing her down, going over
every inch of her with his hands and his eyes. She felt the heat
growing again between her legs, a slow burn. By the time they made
it out to the bed she was on fire for him again.

“Easy,” he murmured as she straddled him,
reaching for his cock. He let her stay in that position but slid
further down on the bed so that her thighs were spread over his
chest instead. “Play with yourself for me.”

She flushed, hesitating. No one had ever
asked her to do that before.

“Do it,” he urged, watching her hands
trailing over the hard buttons of her nipples, tickling down her
ribcage. “Rub your pussy. I want to watch.”

She swallowed, closing her eyes, and let her
fingers go where they wanted, parting her swollen lips. Finding her
clit, she began to nudge it back and forth, teasing herself,
sending shivers through her whole body. And by the time she began
rubbing herself in earnest, it felt too good for her to remain
self-conscious. Drew moaned softly and the sound made her open her
eyes and look down at him. His gaze focused between her legs, but
he had one hand on his cock, pumping it slowly.

“You really like watching me?” she asked,
seeing that dark, hungry look in his eyes, knowing he did. She was
rewarded with another groan when she used her other hand to spread
herself, showing him even more of her soft, pink flesh, giving him
full view of her clit.

“Oh god,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking
beautiful. I want you to come for me.”

“Like this?” She rubbed herself a little
faster, centering on her clit, a sweet wave rising in her
belly.

“Just like that,” he growled, watching as
she began to rock her hips, her nipples standing up even more as
she grew closer and closer to climax.

“Oh Drew,” she moaned, the wet sound of her
fingers rubbing her flesh filling the room, faster, faster. “So
close…”

“Come for me,” he insisted, grabbing her
thighs and pulling at her. “Kneel up in my face and come for
me.”

She gasped at his rough grip but it sent her
flying, her hips shoved forward, as if she could give all of
herself to him, her body bucking with her orgasm. Drew grabbed onto
her hips and ass, holding her as she came, hair flying, thighs
clenching, tummy rolling, until she collapsed next to him onto the
bed, still whimpering, as if in pain.

“Wow.” He nuzzled her to her back, kissing
his way over her shoulder, her neck, all moist from her effort.
“That was pretty incredible.”

She reached for him, eyes still closed,
finding him even harder than before. “I want more.”

“Hungry girl.” He thrust slowly into her
hand.

“You have no idea.” She gasped as she eased
him down the length of her wet, swollen slit, wanting nothing more
than to feel him inside of her, and this time Drew didn’t hold
back. He let her position him before rocking his hips forward,
giving her just what she wanted.

“Yessss!” She purred with approval, arching
up to meet him, feeling the head of his cock buried deeply inside,
almost to the point of pain. And still she wanted more. He stopped,
looking down at her, searching her face and eyes for any indication
and she encouraged him with her hips, rolling them in slow, wide
circles.

“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, lowering his head
to her neck. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Summer camp,” she replied, closing her eyes
and rocking.

“I shouldn’t have asked.” He laughed, his
hips already taking over, his thrusts long and slow and oh, so very
deep. She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close,
wanting to feel his delicious weight, the way his belly slapped
against hers with every thrust.

“More,” she insisted, wiggling beneath him,
spreading wider. “Oh Drew, please…”

“Harder?” he whispered, kissing her ear, her
cheek. “Deeper? Faster?”

“Yes!” She gasped when he gave her what she
wanted, driving her backward on the bed toward the headboard,
slamming his hips into hers. His cock made a delicious wet sound
between her thighs, the friction building to tremendous heights.
Gretel moaned, her throat vibrating with his thrusts, her sounds a
breathy staccato to match their motion together.

“Like that,” she managed, feeling the thick
slide of his cock between her lips, stretching her so wide. “Yes!
Oh, just like that!”

“You feel so good.” His breath was hot
against her face, his lips soft, pressing into hers. “I don’t know
how long I can do this.”

“Let’s see if we can come together.”
Encouraged by his earlier urging, Gretel slipped a hand down
between them, finding her throbbing clit. He propped himself up on
his arms, watching as she rubbed herself off, both of them focused
on the point where their bodies joined, his cock still easing in
and out of her wetness.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered as she began to rub
herself faster, lifting her hips, her thighs spread wide, the
muscles taut. “Oh fuck I can’t—”

“Now!” Gretel felt her pussy clamp down over
the swollen length of his cock, the sweet, rolling spasms clutching
him again and again. He buried himself into her with a low grunt,
feeling him filling her in thick, hot spurts as her climax went on
and on, her pussy milking him with every contraction. He collapsed
onto her in a sweaty, musky heap and she cradled him against her
breasts, murmuring his name softly and kissing his forehead.

She didn’t know how long it was before he
lifted his head and asked, “How did you get in here?”

“I stole Double’s passkey.” She grinned at
the shocked look on his face.

“You really are a naughty girl,” he
exclaimed. “Maybe I will spank you.”

“Promises, promises.”

* * * *

Hans was close, so very close. He’d easily
recreated the experiments detailed in the report his grandmother
had given him, with similar results. About half of all the sugar
glucose molecules were being fermented in the process, but the rest
weren’t breaking down fast enough for the sample to be useful.
There was a time factor in using sugar cane as a biofuel because
the product only retained its properties for a short amount of time
after being cut. It had to be fermented quickly or it was useless.
Which was the real reason they’d been docked for nearly three days
off the coast of Rockhampton—so he could have access to recently
cut sugar cane.