Glass Ceilings: A Modern Steamy Cinderella Fairy Tale (Fairly Twisted Tales Book 1)

by Lux Miller

  He clears his throat and grinds out throatily, “I have spent my entire life coveting things I’m not allowed to have, Ashley. Please don’t be a cruel mistress and tease me. We both know how this ends…”

  I shake my head furiously and bring my hands to the waistband of my jeans. I pop the button loose, then lower the zipper. His eyes widen, and I smirk. I’m still holding his hand and despite his words of protest, he’s making no motion to pull away from me. I thread my fingers through his and watch his face as I push both of our hands into my jeans.

  Eli licks his lips slowly and wiggles his fingers. I shudder as his fingertips brush over the flimsy lace that’s the only thing between my wetness and his hand. My voice comes out huskier than I intended as I reply, “From my point of view, I’m going to say this ends with us naked and your dick buried inside my pussy…”

  He shivers as he watches my face. He’s probably trying to figure out if I’m lying. Or if he’s being pranked. Neither is the case, but he still doesn’t look sure. “Please, Eli…. touch me,” I beg.

  Biting down on his bottom lip, he uses his fingertips to push aside the thin lace of my thong. He groans as one of his fingers slips along my wetness. “God, Ashley… you’re soaking wet…”

  I nod, twisting my hips to press my cunt against his hand. “I know. You do this to me… I’m not going to ask you again to touch me.”

  Thankfully, he gets the hint and sinks his middle finger inside me. Freaking hell… whoever said that long, slender piano fingers were the most desirable has obviously never been fingered by a gardener. My insides clench around his finger, and I let my head loll back as he circles his thumb around my clit. His voice is deep and incredulous as he groans, “Fucking hell… that’s for me?”

  I nod, squirming as he pulls his finger almost all the way out, then plunges it all the way back inside me. “All of it… you turn me on like nobody else. And just knowing what this…” I lean forward and grab his length through his jeans with my hands, “...can do inside of me has my pussy so wet, that you wouldn’t even have to lick it to get it wet enough to fuck you senseless…”

  He moans, pressing his bulge into my hand. “God, Ashley, I have relived last night in my head a dozen times since I woke up this morning. I’ve never been this hard in my entire life. And until five minutes ago, I wasn’t sure if it really happened or if it was some twisted fantasy my sex-deprived brain came up with when jerking off wasn’t cutting it anymore.”

  Feeling bold, I lean my lips to his ear and whispers hoarsely, “I’d hate for a man who’s that good at fucking a woman to be sex-deprived. Maybe we should reacquaint ourselves with each other’s bodies…”

  Eli groans, “It’s too public here. I don’t fancy getting caught with my pants down. We’ll never get away with it.”

  Smirking, I nod. “Oh, yes… we will… I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

  Eli stares at me blankly. His face has terror written all over it, but he nods. I raise one eyebrow, but smile and nod with my head to the tool shack that sits near the back of the rose garden. “It may not be romantic, but then again, romantic doesn’t seem to be our style.”

  I slip past him and saunter over to the tool shack, pushing the door open with a grin. I slip inside and glance over my shoulder at him. He’s staring at me with his mouth hanging open. Chuckling to myself, I hook my thumbs into my jeans and the thin strings of my thong and shimmy them down my hips. His gazes flicks from my face to my bare ass, then back up at me.

  He adjusts himself, but I can see the massive boner he’s sporting from here. I turn around and continue to push my pants to my ankles, then bend over at the waist, placing my hands against the back wall of the shack. From where Eli is standing, he should now have a clear view of my slick folds.

  He confirms this moments later, when I feel one of his hands on each of my hips. His voice is husky, but laced with concern as he asks, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  I nod and wiggle my ass back and forth across his crotch. He groans softly, but sighs, “I don’t have a condom… I don’t carry them with me to work. I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

  I nod and dig into my jeans’ pocket, then hand one back to him. “Good thing I came prepared. Now quit talking and start fucking. My pussy is aching to be stretched and filled by your dick…”

  The sound of ripping foil echoes in the silence of the tool shed. Several moments pass, and I start to think he’s going to chicken out. But then I feel the crown of his cock rubbing along my slit, and I can’t stop the stifled moan that spills out of my mouth.

  “Ashley, it’s tight… what if it breaks?”

  I feel my entire body deflate slightly. The condom I cleaned up after our tryst… it was a Magnum condom, meaning the one I just handed him is probably too small. Biting down my nervousness, I decide there’s no way we’re NOT doing this. “Eli, I’m on the pill… just fuck me already.”

  In response, he digs his fingers into my hips and jerks me back against him. His dick breaches my opening, and I moan loudly as painful pleasure courses through my body. He waits several heartbeats before pulling me back against him harder. Inch by painful inch, he pushes himself inside of me until his cock fills me. The fit is painfully tight. I can feel my walls literally stretching to accommodate him. Once I can catch my breath again, I give him a thumbs up.

  Eli wastes zero time in setting a punishing rhythm. The vulgar sound of skin slapping skin echoes around us as he fucks me rough and quick. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to try to keep the noise to a minimum, but when Eli reaches a hand around my body and flicks my clit relentlessly with his finger, my ability to keep the volume down disappears. As he continues to ply my clit with his finger, he rests the ball of his other hand against my lower back and swears a blue streak under his breath.

  My entire body quakes with every thrust as he powerfully fucks me. It doesn’t take long for either of us to topple over the edge, my pussy spasming around him as intense pleasure courses through my veins. He growls low in his throat as he returns his hands to my hips to yank my ass against him. With his dick buried inside me balls-deep, he holds my body in place, and I’m unable to fight against his sheer strength as he comes. My breaths are ragged as I try to gain my composure.

  As quickly as it started, he pulls out of me. After being filled to capacity with his dick, my pussy feels empty, and it leaves me wondering exactly what his dick looks like. We’ve fucked twice now, and I’ve yet to see it. Before I can sneak a glance at the goods, he fixes his pants and gives me a knowing look as he catches me trying to see it. “Another time, perhaps…”

  Eli kneels down behind me, his rugged hands skimming down over my hips and thighs. I don’t know what he’s about to do, but I’m secretly hoping he’s going to continue my pleasure by filling the emptiness inside of me with his tongue. To my surprise, and admitted disappointment, he grabs hold of my thong and jeans and shimmies them back up my body.

  “Wow,” he mutters in surprise.

  I nod and turn around to face him. “Yeah… wow…”

  Eli is watching me intently, and it’s impossible for me to keep my eyes on his face. We just fucked in a tool shed… I think I’ve earned the right to openly oogle his body. I rest one hand against his chest and trail my fingers along the ridges of his muscles. This man is built like he’s done manual labor his entire life. Based on what I know of his stepfather’s demands, he has… My fingertips trace his muscles between his pecs then down over his abs. Licking my lips, I trail them to the side and down along the delectable ‘v’ shaped indentation that disappears into his jeans.

  He chuckles, and I feel a hand under my chin. He tilts my face up so that our gazes meet and leans his forehead against mine. “So, is this a… strictly physical, fucking thing… or can I kiss you?”

  I bite down on my bottom lip gently, then giggle. “We’re doing this a little backwards, aren’t we?”

  Eli shrugs. “Ashley. You’re a New York heir
ess, and I’m the gardener who can’t even get out of his stepfather’s shadow. Your father has enough money to bury me if I don’t watch my p’s and q’s. I want everything you’re willing to give because, to be honest, right now, I’m still terrified that I’m about to wake up and this will all have been a wish that my heart has made. I’m not ready to give up on the dream yet…”

  FOURTEEN

  Eli

  Ashley Rogers is going to be the death of me… or my career. I’m not sure what’s going to implode first, but she’s going to ruin me. Continuing this insane tryst with Pierce Rogers’s daughter is going to have dire consequences at some point. It’s only a matter of time before someone catches us, but Ashley doesn’t seem to care. Maybe I’m her big eff you to her father’s archaic mentality of marrying her off. Maybe she just appreciates the pleasure my body can give hers. Either way, I’d be a fool to turn her down. I’m certainly not complaining.

  It’s been three weeks since the Halloween ball, and I still pinch myself every morning to make sure I’m really awake and that this is really my life. It still hurts every time I do it. It’s a good reminder that I’m a lucky bastard. Not only did I catch Ashley Rogers’ attention on the dance floor, I somehow convinced her to give me an audience in the bedroom. Instead of kicking me to the curb afterward, she hunted me down at work. Even after I tore out of that hotel room like my ass was on fire...

  After she tracked me down at work in the East Soho rose garden, we ended up shagging in the tool shed. I can’t deny the immediate magnetic pull I feel every time Ashley steps into my world. It’s a physical force that I simply can’t resist. Not that I’ve tried very hard to deny the attraction, but I don’t think I could if I did. It appears neither of us can. There’s something inexplicable that’s drawing Ashley to me as much as it’s drawing me to her.

  Just before she dashed out of the rose garden, Ashley insisted on exchanging phone numbers. It was embarrassing to pull out my prepaid phone with its minimum data plan to program in her number, but I wasn’t going to pass up the golden opportunity. I’m not sure she even made it home from the rose garden before she started texting me. I do get a bit of a chuckle every time she does though, since she programmed herself into my phone as “Princess.” Although I’ll never tell her, I changed it to ‘Prince’ to keep things less obvious in case someone gets my phone.

  Not that I would ever be embarrassed by what has transpired between us, but I’m kinda glad she disguised her name since the second thing she sent me was a nude photo of herself from the neck down. Of course I immediately saved it into my phone, though I haven’t yet been able to use it for ‘visual material.’ Ashley has convinced me every day since we began our illicit affair to meet up with her and have sex. I’m certainly not complaining. I’m a twenty-year-old man who’s had sex with an incredibly gorgeous woman for nineteen days in a row. I’d be a fool to squeak the wheel, but sometimes the wheel squeaks on its own.

  You’d think sneaking away for half an hour each day wouldn’t be so damn hard. I don’t know if Trevor suspects something yet, but if I have to run to the store for gardening supplies one more damn time, someone’s gonna notice. Lacey’s already sniffing around. The last thing I need is her entitled ass all up in my personal business. The more complicated part of our little arrangement is finding somewhere to fuck.

  We can’t exactly go about renting hotel rooms on the fly, and there’s no way I’d ever be able to sneak Ashley into our home without getting caught. It’s also too risky for me to visit her SoHo penthouse. She lives there with her father, and while he’s usually away on business, he drops by at random times that would make predicting a safe time to engage in our dalliance almost impossible. I can’t even use the premise of doing gardening work as my excuse.

  It’s not that Rogers would be appalled to see me in his gardens. He knows who I am and he knows that I work with Trevor. But Pierce Rogers believes that it’s Trevor doing all the heavy lifting. If he caught me at his personal home, I’d have no explanation because Trevor tends those gardens. But Ashley has become insistent… and impatient.

  Last night, I wasn’t able to sneak out, because Lacey insisted on shadowing me, going so far as to snatch my phone and try to go through my messages. Never have I been so grateful for a rapid lock-screen. Try as she might, she locked out the phone almost instantly. If she’d been a decent human being when my mother was alive, she’d have remembered my mother’s birthday. What can I say? The day the most important woman in my life came into this world is an important date.

  Being the vapid little snitch that she is, she tattled to Trevor that I’d locked her out of my phone. Normally, that’d be an insult of grand magnitude that would never go unpunished. For what might be the first time in my life, Trevor told her to grow up, and that he was growing tired of her meddlesome nonsense. I don’t know why Trevor came to my defense. If that’s even what it was. To be honest, it was probably just luck that Lacey was being an annoying brat, and her behavior irritated Trevor more than my existence.

  For the first time in months, I slept peacefully last night, though I woke up this morning to a case of morning wood that took more than twenty minutes to rectify. My normal routine includes a morning session of choke the chicken, anyway, so adding an additional chance to rub one out wasn’t too terribly difficult. It was especially easy with the raunchy pictures Ashley sent me in a string of worried texts asking if everything was okay. I don’t know if I should be worried that she blew up my phone when I didn’t respond to her request for a meeting. Judging by the pictures she sent me, I should probably just chalk it up to her being as irrepressibly horny as I am.

  All I know, is I could go for a quickie right about now, but we’re running out of places to hook up, and I’m fresh out of ideas. And I’m running out of time on the SoHo rose garden, which is where I’m headed today. Trevor knows that’s where I’ll be all day, so it’s not like I’d have to get creative. And we’ve already christened the tool shed, so I know we can escape there to satisfy our carnal needs. What worries me is that this close to Garden Club of America annual awards, Pierce Rogers is likely to drop in at any time in the SoHo property. Which also means that Trevor will be sniffing around off and on. It’s risky at best and a full-on disaster at worst if we’re caught.

  I sigh and pick up my phone as it pings incessantly. Considering nobody has this number except Trevor and Ashley, the next thing I see is going to set the tone for my entire day. I close my eyes and swipe the lock screen, keying in my mother’s birth date without looking. Either way, whatever text I’m about to read is likely demanding my presence somewhere.

  If the notification pops up with a text message from Trevor, there’s some kind of emergency at the SoHo gardens. He left at daybreak this morning to check on the custom tie-dye roses I’ve been grafting from seedlings of our best blooming whites, pinks, and reds. Pierce wants viable samples that can be transported and replanted. So far, I’ve been able to get the grafts to take, but it’s taken me several seasons. And the plants are still too fragile to transport. Trevor has been trying to figure out a way to fix this.

  If the notification is from Ashley, the twenty minutes I just spent calming down my hormones will be for nothing. Just the thought of her naked within my reach will revive my cock into a raging boner. It’s already springing to life as I pick up the phone. Just the anticipation of hearing from her has me sporting a massive bulge in my sensible boxer-brief underwear. I roll my eyes at my wayward body parts and double tap the notification.

  My eyes widen as a picture of Ashley, completely naked and spread-eagle on the rooftop of her SoHo apartment flickers on the screen. Before my mind can fully register what I just saw, the phone flies out of my hand. Gasping, I glance up quickly to see Trevor holding it as he stares me down with a dangerous look. “You sure have been spending a lot of time with your nose buried in a phone that’s supposed to be for work. If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you’re involved in some kind of nefari
ous activity you don’t want me finding out about.”

  I shrug, knowing the picture came through Snapchat. Once it’s gone from the screen, it’s gone. As far as Trevor’s concerned anyway. There is a way to retrieve them and you better believe I plan to, but I’ll be damned if I inform the old man about how to do it. The contents of my spank bank are private, and I intend to keep them that way.

  Trevor holds the phone out to me expectantly. “Judging by the flagpole in your pants, I’m going to guess you’ve been wasting my hard-earned money on porn or sexting some lonely chick halfway across the world. Unlock it.”

  My body tenses, but as the internal countdown clock in my head hits thirty, I breathe a sigh of relief. Since I opened Ashley’s message well over a minute ago, the incriminating evidence is gone forever. He narrows his eyes at me as I unlock it and toss it back to him. “I have nothing to hide.”

  He digs deeper into the phone. Thank God Ashley only sends pictures as snaps and not texts, because I can tell from the way his face screws into a pinched expression that he’s reading my exchanges with Ashley. Only, from Trevor’s point of view, the blowjob fantasy that Ashley sent me last night came from ‘Prince.’