Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (39 page)

“Don’t want to give a show to your
neighbors,” he remarked, pulling down the shade before turning on
the light. He looked over at her reclining naked on the bed and
groaned at the sight. “Although I don’t mind if you give me
one.”

“What would you like to see?” She spread her
thighs a little further, seeing his gaze dip between them, his hand
moving up and down his shaft. He’d lost his own clothes somewhere
along the way, she noticed.

“Touch yourself,” he urged, kneeling next to
the bed as if he was at an altar.

Mae closed her eyes and ran her hands over
her body like she had when she was alone in her bed the night
before, remembering Griff and how he touched her, how he felt
buried inside of her. She had found that little spot at the top of
her crevice, a tiny nub of sensation which, when rubbed, drove her
to the brink of insanity and back.

“Oh yes,” Griff breathed as Mae spread her
lips, revealing the deep pink inside, so she could nudge her own
tender flesh to life. She dared to open her eyes a little to watch
him, his breath hot against her thighs as she rubbed her little
clit. “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful.”

She whimpered, pulling her knees back and
lifting her hips. He smiled, taking her not-so-subtle hint, and
covered her pussy with his mouth. Mae moaned and let her knees fall
open wide for him, her own hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her
nipples.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Tug on them.
Twist them. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Oh yes,” she agreed breathlessly, doing
just as he instructed, bucking her hips in rhythm with the hot
press of his tongue. “Oh god it’s so good I can’t stand it!”

Griff crawled up onto the bed, wrapping his
arms around her hips and burying his face deep, making her quiver
with her own lust. She couldn’t control her body or the way it
responded to him so she just gave into it, letting herself go
completely in his arms. His tongue lapped and licked and lashed at
her flesh, the wet sound of his mouth against her pussy both
exciting and embarrassing at the same time.

“Oh!” she cried, twisting her nipples as her
orgasm hit like a wave of heat, shaking her limbs and undulating
her torso with its force. She quivered and spread her thighs even
wider, her head thrown back in pleasure, straining to capture every
last bit of the climax rocking her hips.

“Mmm.” Griff didn’t stop, his tongue probing
deeper still, sliding down to taste her. Mae squealed and squirmed
in protest, but he wasn’t having any of it, rolling with her on the
bed, keeping her just where he wanted her, his mouth fastened over
her mound. She tried to scramble away, but he held her fast, arms
wrapped around her hips, and soon she was rocking on top of him,
grinding her pussy against his tongue.

“Oh please,” she begged.”Your mouth feels so
good!”

He mumbled something she couldn’t hear,
working her hips in fast little circles, using his tongue purely
for her pleasure. Then he slid he fingers inside of her, sending
her flying, her second orgasm chasing the first, her body trembling
with the force of it.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, sliding
his hands up her belly to cup her breasts.

“I can’t get enough of that,” she admitted,
rolling off of him and burying her face in the pillow at her
admission.

“That works out well.” His hands moved over
behind, spreading her thighs with his palms. She flushed. “I could
do that all day.”

“Nooo!” she protested anyway when he buried
his face against her from behind and he chuckled, nudging her legs
further apart.

“I thought you couldn’t get enough,” he
teased. “Come here.”

He rolled to his back, encouraging her to
climb on top of him. Mae couldn’t face him so she turned around
instead, letting him put his mouth on her yet again, already being
carried away by the intensity of the feeling, but found herself
face to face with the throbbing pulse of his cock.

“Kiss it, Mae,” he urged, shifting his hips,
pressing his cock closer to her mouth.

She bit her lip, taking it in her hand,
eager to please him but remembering how she’d gagged on the length
of it in the hallway. There was clear liquid gathering at the tip
and she licked it off, encouraged by his soft, muffled moan. His
tongue was magic between her legs, nudging the sensitive nub of her
clit again and again.

“Like this?” she asked, sliding her mouth
down slowly around the head. Griff’s gasp of pleasure thrilled her
and she tried to take even more of him, gagging again.

“You don’t have to swallow it whole,” he
teased and she flushed. “Just the tip. That feels…oh, god, yes,
Mae… just like that…”

She caught an easy rhythm, her fist wrapped
around the base, her mouth going down about halfway on him every
time. What she lacked in expertise she made up for in enthusiasm.
He moaned and thrust, but he didn’t neglect her, his tongue working
back and forth, round and round, sending electric shocks through
her with every pass.

“Griff!” she warned, pumping him fast
against her open mouth. “Oh yes! Yes! Now!”

She sank her mouth back down over his cock,
swallowing as much of him as she could, wanting to feel him filling
her that way when her climax came. Griff growled and bucked up
hard, suddenly flooding her mouth with white hot liquid. She gagged
and swallowed the peppery heat, flooding him too with all her
wetness, her pussy spasming in yet another blissful release.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized as she rolled off
him onto the bed, cooling her cheeks against the sheet.

She smiled. “What for?”

“You didn’t…mind?”

“No,” she assured him, shivering as she
remembered the first, sudden blast of the stuff over her tongue,
associating it with her own delicious orgasm. “I liked it.”

She felt his hand caressing her hip, her
behind, his fingers exploring again between her legs. She didn’t
protest, although she barely had the energy to spread her thighs a
little more for him. When she reached over, she found his cock soft
and still wet from her mouth.

“I want more,” she insisted, squeezing him
in her fist. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Whoa, girl.” Griff let out a low moan,
shaking his head. “You fillies are a lot better equipped for
saddling up for another ride faster than us studs.”

“What can I do?” she murmured, leaning up on
her elbow to inspect his cock. It had responded a little to her
touch in spite of his protest. Griff cried out when she leaned in
and took him back into her mouth. It was so different when he
wasn’t hard, the flesh soft and spongy in her mouth. He panted and
groaned as she continued to work her tongue along the length,
encouraged by the way he began to fill with a heated pulse.

“Damn, girl,” he murmured, watching as she
sucked him back to life. “You’re something else.”

It wasn’t long before he rose fully to the
occasion and Mae sighed happily as he rolled her to her belly,
nestling her into the saddle of his hips. She felt the hard press
of his cock and moaned in anticipation.

“Don’t forget—” she reminded him, glancing
back, but he was already putting the condom on. She was so wet, he
slid in without much resistance, and Mae buried her face and moaned
into the pillow as he began to thrust. He was so hard, so
deep
inside of her!

“Oh god, so tight,” he whispered, gripping
her hips, making her yelp in surprise as he shoved in as deep as he
could go. He stopped, holding her tight. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “It’s just…
big.”

“Don’t apologize for that.” He chuckled,
slowly pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. “Come
here.”

She let him guide her so she was straddling
his hips, his cock pulsing between them. She could feel how hard he
was against her pussy and she rocked against him without
thinking.

“That’s good,” he murmured, lifting her
hips, aiming himself. “Keep doing that.”

She moaned as she sank down onto him,
feeling the head of his cock probing deep inside of her, her hips
still moving forward and back, grinding into his. That hot tickle
between her legs grew into an impossible itch as they rocked, Griff
watching her through half-closed eyes.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his fingers gripping
her ass. “Oh Mae!”

She whimpered, rolling her hips in faster
circles, trying to chase that delicious feeling to its conclusion
but continuing to fall short. Griff cupped her breasts, tweaking
her nipples, hard and pursed, sending shockwaves down between her
legs. She moaned and put her hands over his, rubbing them hard
against her breasts.

“That’s it,” he insisted. “Feel good?”

She swallowed and nodded, panting and
breathless with the sensation. Then he slid a hand down between her
thighs, using his index finger to rub her swollen clit in circles.
Mae’s eyes flew open and she looked down at him in wide-eyed
surprise.

“Oh yes!” she cried, rocking faster. “Do
that! More!”

He moved his finger faster as Mae twisted
and tugged at her hard nipples, rolling on top of him like the tide
coming in, again and again. The wet sound and tangy smell of their
sex filled the little room and she found herself heady with it.

“Mae!” Griff warned as she shifted her hips
forward and back, eyes closed, biting her lip with concentration.
“Oh god, sweetheart…”

“Yes!” She opened her eyes to look at him,
feeling the final wave break, washing heat all through her body.
She cried out and collapsed into his arms as he thrust deep up into
her pussy, grabbing her ass to give him more leverage as he bucked
and shuddered beneath her. She felt every hot pulse of his cock,
every sweet wave of his climax, matching her own.

They rested, quiet and breathless, their
hearts thudding together, until finally Griff asked, “Now are you
going to tell me what’s wrong?”

She didn’t open her eyes. “Nothing’s
wrong.”

“You’re lying.” He kissed the top of her
head.

“Someone proposed to me tonight.” She just
blurted it out and regretting it almost immediately.

“What?”

“I told you about that business associate of
my father’s? The one who has a buyer for my grandmother’s
apartment?”

Griff’s voice was stiff with anger. “He
proposed to you?”

“Practically.”

“And what did you say?”

She laughed. “What do you think I said?”

“So what are you going to do?”

Mae sighed. “I don’t know.”

She felt him stiffen, and not in a good way.
“Are you going to move in with your grandmother? Or maybe you’ll
marry the guy and live happily ever after, just like your
grandmother wants?”

Mae winced. “She’s the only family I have
left, Griff. What can I do?”

He sat up, grabbing for his clothes. “You’ve
got enough money to do what you want. Why don’t you?”

“It’s not that simple.” She sat up, watching
him getting dressed. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.” He tucked in his shirt,
grabbing his coat off the floor. “It’s all an illusion, Mae. The
whole thing is one giant magic trick.” He waved his hand toward the
window. “It can collapse at any minute. It already has.”

He sighed, just standing there in the middle
of her bedroom, quiet for a moment. She wanted to go to him, but
she wasn’t quite sure how.

“Did you know I used to be a stockbroker?”
He turned to look at her, smiling at her wide-eyed look. Of course
she didn’t know—she realized she hadn’t even known his first name
until a few days ago. She only knew what he was willing to tell
her. “Now I do magic tricks and sell apples. And it’s really no
different at all.”

“Griff!” she called after him as he started
to go.

He hesitated in the doorway, not turning to
look at her as he spoke. “I don’t have anything left to give you,
Mae.”

“I didn’t ask you for anything,” she
protested.

He shook his head. “I know,” he said, and
then he was gone.

* * * *

He couldn’t wait anymore. If she wasn’t
going to come to him willingly, then he had no qualms about taking
what he wanted by force. He’d proven that time and again over the
years and this was no exception. Still, he would give her one more
chance, he decided. He was a patient man, and he was confident in
both his abilities of persuasion and the power of his will. He
still believed she would come around. She just needed a
little…incentive.

He slid the last document onto the table,
watching the old woman sign it. It wasn’t the first time he’d run
this scam—but it was the first time he’d done so on such a grand
scale. It was a simple cash-back-at-closing deal, perfectly legal.
Except that he’d had the property appraised at an inflated price,
allowing the buyer to make an offer far above its actual value
while putting very little in the way of a down payment on the
property. The bank had no idea the appraisal was rigged, nor did
they know that his buyer was a straw-man, being paid off with the
proceeds.

Of course, all of his fake-buyer’s income
and asset documentation was also fraudulent. He was just a guy from
the Hooverville downtown, but he cleaned up well enough and, more
importantly, could play the part. Lionel had worked with a lot of
grifters over the years, some better than others, but there was
always someone new around to play the roles he needed filled.

As the broker of the deal, he would pocket
the difference between the actual value of the home and the
appraised value—giving his Hooverville friend enough to make him
happy—and they’d both be long gone before the bank realized the
buyer was a dummy and the deal was bust. The property would go into
foreclosure and the seller would be moved already.

So he wasn’t really hurting anyone after
all, he reasoned. In theory, Mae’s grandmother would never know
what had happened. She’d be living happily somewhere in the
countryside with her granddaughter, none the wiser, and Lionel
would be quite a bit richer.