Nobody's Prince Charming (Road to Blissville, #3)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  “Okay.” He sounded dazed and I worried that he’d fall down the steps, but he made it okay.

  I had intended to jerk off, but it lost its appeal. I wanted Dare and nothing else. Besides, it was way sexier to let Dare think I’m stroking my cock while plotting all the things I wanted to do to him. I decided I would take a multi-faceted approach to his torment that day—physical, verbal, and visual.

  The black leather pants were more about driving Dare wild, but they would make it harder for my dick to get the rise that it so easily did in his company. Thankfully, I would also wear an apron for the largest part of the day, which meant that Dare would get to see my ass in the tight leather and not much else.

  I felt everyone’s stare when I strolled into the salon wearing those pants and a charcoal-gray Henley. There was only one set of eyes that I cared about though. The small, square remote was in my front pocket, visible for everyone to see but impossible for them to know what it was. Dare knew, and just in case he wasn’t sure, I pressed a finger against the remote through the leather.

  His eyes widened, but he made no sound. He whipped his head back to his computer but he wiggled slightly in the chair. He was mostly good for the day, but I did think he smiled a little too long at the hunky carpenter when he stopped by for Josh to cut his hair. Dandy Andy or whatever they called him could train his eyes elsewhere, and just in case Dare needed a reminder, I pressed a number for a few seconds. Zaaap.

  Everyone else in the salon thought he was choking, but I knew he was covering up a moan. “Wrong pipe,” he told them before taking another sip of water. If I was really mean, I would’ve hit him again, but he would’ve choked for real or spit water across his desk.

  I backed off the little gadget until we were alone at lunchtime. Yeah, I purposefully started scheduling my lunchtime according to his, which wasn’t hard since he ate at the same time every day.

  “Any cake?” I asked, sitting across him.

  “Not today.”

  “Oh, I’m going to need something extra sweet after the salty treat I’m planning tonight.”

  “I hate you,” he snarled.

  “You want to straddle my lap and ride my cock so bad you can’t see straight.”

  “Is that an option?”

  “Not here, Sparkles.”

  “I should hate that fucking nickname,” he groused, poking his salad with a fork.

  “But you don’t because it’s not intended as an insult,” I told him. “Be sure to eat all the boiled eggs and grilled chicken. Protein is good for you.”

  “We both could’ve had extra protein if you hadn’t been so mean.”

  “I had every intention of doing just that when I opened up the door, but you stopped me. Remember?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Thank you for my gift, by the way. I can’t recall a toy I enjoyed more.”

  “That’s because you’ve only been on that side of the remote,” he stated boldly.

  “Good, huh?”

  “So fucking good.”

  “Why do I have a feeling neither of you are talking about lunch?” Josh asked when he joined us at the table.

  “What else could we be talking about?” Dare asked with a scoff.

  “A myriad of things but let’s pretend I’m wrong. How’s the new chicken cranberry salad?”

  “Delicious,” Dare answered. “The best I ever had.”

  Josh quirked a brow but didn’t say anything else before he tucked in to his meatloaf sandwich.

  The rest of the day dragged on slowly, except for the one time I bent over to pick something up off the floor and the tight leather pocket accidentally pressed down a few buttons. Luckily, Dare wasn’t in the salon area at the time. I heard a small squeak and found him in the supply closet, clutching his chest with one hand and pressing a hand against his cock with the other.

  “Sparkles, I’m so sorry. It was an accident. Are you okay? Did you come?”

  “Which are you most worried about?” he asked between pants. “It was close, but I didn’t come.”

  “Are you in pain?” I asked. He sounded pulled tight enough to break. “Do you want to take it out?”

  “Not that kind of pain, Wren. The good kind and I trust you to make it better soon. No phone calls to put you in a broody mood so that you forget I exist.”

  “I promise you.” I gave him a quick kiss on his pouty lips. “I could never forget you exist, Sparkles. Not much longer, and I’ll make you feel better.”

  It felt like an eternity though because Dare had to take care of his grandpa’s dinner and get him settled in to watch some television before he could come over. I paced like a lunatic until I heard him knock on the door.

  “You don’t need to knock,” I said, pulling him inside.

  “You changed clothes,” Dare said with a hint of poutiness in his voice. “I wanted to peel you out of those leather pants with my teeth.”

  “Next time. They were cutting the circulation off to my dick. We couldn’t have that now, could we?” I gestured to his sweatpants. “You changed too. Dangerous choice though. What if I zapped you and you popped wood in those things?”

  “I doubt it has that kind of range.”

  “Hmmmm.” I had every intention of finding out. “Enough small talk. I need you to come.” Dare followed me to my bedroom without me having to ask.

  “I need to…. Oh!” Dare didn’t see me pull the remote from my jeans pocket but he felt the quick pulse from me tapping a button. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs to make room for him.

  “Get your clothes off and come here.” I patted my inner thighs invitingly. I hit the third button and saw Dare’s cock bouncing against his sweatpants. He was free-balling it beneath the cotton.

  “Get your shirt off, Wren. I’ll make a huge mess.” I placed the remote on my thigh and did as he suggested. I watched as he removed his clothes, but I didn’t do it without tormenting him. Zap. Zap. Zaaaaaaaap. His cock bounced and pulsed with the need to come. I knew he was close. “Turn around and let me see that ass.” Zap!

  “Ohh fuuuuck.” Dare turned and presented his bubble butt to me.

  It was my turn to moan. “Spread your cheeks apart and let me see you better.”

  Zap. Zap. I watched as his hole tightened and quivered around the base of the plug protruding from his pucker. I reached out and teased my finger along his crack to give the plug a gentle push forward at the same time I pushed the button on the remote again. Zap. I felt the vibration up to my wrist and wondered how he’d taken the torment for so long. I hit it again, marveling at the way his body responded.

  “Wren!” I heard the desperation and knew what it meant.

  He spun back around, and I pulled him between my legs. I held my finger on the fourth button and watched his cock bob and throb a second longer before thick white cum spurted from his slit to splash against my chest and stomach.

  “Wren!” My name had never sounded so good coming from someone else’s lips.

  Dare wobbled on his feet and collapsed against my chest.

  “That’s number one, Sparkles.”

  “I’m not sure I can handle another orgasm,” I murmured against Wren’s strong shoulder. I could think of no better place to rest my head after a shattering climax. “Maybe I just take care of you, and then we can nap.” I reached down to undo his jeans, but he batted my hands away.

  “We’re not even close to being finished,” Wren said, running his hands down my back to grip my ass cheeks. A gentle squeeze and bounce and the plug pushed against my prostate again.

  “Oh!”

  “That’s right, Sparkles. You still have so much left to give me.” Wren brought his hands up to my head and tilted it back so I could look into his eyes. Oh my, lust had darkened them to the color of a rich, expensive liquor. “I’m going to take it out now. Climb onto the bed and get on your hands and knees.” In case I still had doubts, he slapped my ass once more and the vibration made me cry out. I saw how much Wr
en wanted me in his whiskey-colored eyes, and it felt so good to know the insane attraction wasn’t one-sided.

  Wren’s desperation made me bolder; it reminded me that I was just as much his tormentor as he was mine. “Let me undress you the rest of the way first, Wren.”

  “This isn’t a negotiation.” Wren rose to his feet, picked me up, and set me roughly on his bed. “Hands and knees now.” He retrieved the condoms and lube he purchased the other day from his bedside table and tossed them onto the comforter beside me.

  I did as Wren directed but looked over my shoulder and watched as he revealed his body to me for the first time. I didn’t miss the way his hands shook when he unfastened his button fly or how his body practically vibrated with need. Our mutual lust was a living, palpable thing that hung heavy in the air around us. I catalogued every inch of his gorgeous body so that I could replay this moment again in my mind over, and over, and over on lonely nights. Wren’s long arms and legs were corded with muscle and smattered with the perfect amount of dark hair. I already knew how big and thick his cock was from the time he jerked us off together. A burst of energy spread through my body from knowing that his dick would soon be inside me. I would feel him for days and love every single minute of it.

  He walked to me in confident, hungry strides that made me shake with anticipation. “On second thought,” Wren said. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me flat onto the bed then rolled me over. “I’ll save that position for after I’ve wrung all the cum from your hot body.”

  “Wren.” I’d become a one-word wonder. Sometimes his name was a plea for more, sometimes it was an affirmation that he made me feel so damn good, and I had a feeling it would also be a plea for mercy. He’d ensnared me so much that the only thing I could think about was him—inside me, under me, and over me. Wren. He was all I wanted, craved, or needed.

  It felt like a lifetime before he climbed onto the bed and situated himself between my spread thighs. “Arms above your head and keep them there.” I did as he requested but smiled like the Cheshire Cat because I knew he was fighting for control. He didn’t trust himself to hold out for two more orgasms if I touched him.

  “What about my mouth?” I asked. “Can I suck your nipples while you fuck me?”

  “No,” he growled. Wren placed his hands on my knees then slowly slid them down the outside of my legs until he reached my hips. He gave them a firm grip then glided his hands back up and over my knees then down the inside of my legs, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “Perfection.” I didn’t agree, but it made my heart swell that he thought so.

  “You’ve made us wait a very long time for this. Fuck me, Wren.”

  Wren grabbed the base of the plug then twisted and pushed it deeper inside me, smiling when my hips came up off the bed seeking more. “What was that you said about delayed gratification earlier?”

  “I meant hours not months that stretched past a year.” I raised my hips, trying to get that glorious push against my prostate again, but Wren stopped me by placing a firm hand on my left hip.

  “Relax and give yourself fully to me,” Wren said. “Let me take control of your pleasure.”

  I’d read about this in books before, but never tried it myself. Could I just lie there and take what Wren had to give me? Could I do what he asked without questions? Would I trust him to please me? The answer was yes. I wanted, trusted, and needed him. Period. I nodded, and he slowly released my hip as if he was unsure that I could be trusted.

  I grabbed two fistfuls of Wren’s bedspread above my head to keep from touching him when he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. Wren moaned as he smeared the lube on his eager flesh, making it nice and wet for a hard fucking. Christ, it was the sexiest thing, watching him prepare himself to please me. Especially with my cum still coating his stomach and chest.

  When he was satisfied that he was slick enough, Wren reached between my cheeks and gently pulled the plug from my ass. Feeling empty after so many hours of being stretched elicited a displeasured moan from me. My skin was sensitive and tender, but his teasing touch around the rim of my puckered hole made me cry out in need.

  “Wren!” There it was; my plea for more.

  My whimpers of need triggered an answering growl from him. Wren gripped his cock and circled the opening, tapping the tip against it a few times.

  “Wren!” That time it was a demand. The next sound I made was a strangled gasp slash cry as he pushed the head of his cock inside me. Fuck, he felt even bigger than he looked.

  “Breathe, Dare. You can take me.” He leaned down and kissed me until I relaxed again then rose back up to watch his slow penetration. I wished I could see it too. “You’re just extra sensitive from being stretched for so many hours. I’ll go easy on you tonight.”

  I saw stars when his cockhead nudged my prostate. Jesus, it would happen fast. He hadn’t fully penetrated me yet, and my cock was already jerking like it was about to spurt.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy,” Wren said, seeing my reaction to him too. Instead of sinking all the way inside me, he made short jabs to peg my prostate over and over.

  “Wren!” My voice pitched higher and squeakier.

  “That’s right. Give me all your pleasure.”

  “Greedy bastard,” I said between gritted teeth. Why was I fighting my release so hard?

  Wren lifted my ass off the bed, balancing it on his strong thighs while hoisting my calves over his shoulders. He drew his cock back to the tip then punched his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt.

  “Give it to me.”

  Wren pistoned his hips in and out of me hard and fast, making my cock and balls bounce. He loomed over me and stared into my eyes the entire time watching me for signs that I was about to come. The tendons in his neck strained against his skin and his hands dug into my thighs in a bruising grip. Sweat dampened his hair, making it darker and I wanted to run my hands through it, but couldn’t until he let me.

  I wasn’t sure I was going to come again until he slowed the tempo and made shallow strokes inside me just deep enough to peg my prostate. My mouth opened in a silent scream and my balls retracted painfully.

  “That’s it,” Wren said looking down at my cock. “Give. It. All. To. Me.”

  “Wren!” I yelled his name as I came a second time for him. There wasn’t nearly as much cum, but it splattered hot against my skin.

  “That’s two,” Wren said, then pulled out of me. “We’re not done. On your hands and knees.”

  “Wren!” That time it was a whispered plea for mercy at the same time I complied.

  Wren ghosted his fingers from the curve of my ass down to the sensitive area behind my knees before gliding them back up again.

  “I know you can. I’ve never seen anyone as responsive as you.” Wren wrapped his hand firmly but gently around my neck and held my upper body against the mattress as he slowly re-entered me.

  God, the stretch, the burn, and the fullness was so fucking amazing. “Wren!” More pleading. I’d gone from no more to give it to me in a blink of an eye, or perhaps the long stroke of a cock.

  “Keep your hands over your head,” he reminded me. Wren moved his hand from my neck down to grip my hips with both hands as he rocked his cock in and out of me. “One more orgasm, Sparkles. I know you can do it.”

  “I never…”

  “You were waiting on me.” Wren alternated his tempo between long deep strokes and short punches, keeping me on constant edge.

  “I can’t. I’m too strung out.”

  Wren lowered his upper body to blanket my smaller frame. He wrapped one arm around my chest and dropped the other to my abdomen just above my cock. “Come for me again. I can feel you have one more in you.”

  I thought there was no conceivable way, but after only a few long strokes I started to feel another orgasm coming on. “Wren!” It was the affirmation he needed. Wren began hammering in and out of me, and the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room. “Wren!”

>   “I’m about to blow. Come now, or we’ll start all over again.”

  My balls tightened and retracted as my orgasm started in my spine and spread throughout my body. “Wren! Oh God!” My cock throbbed like it always did but I didn’t release any cum. It stretched on for several seconds longer than a normal orgasm and felt so good that it hurt. I was done, completely spent. “Wren!” I cried brokenly, knowing I couldn’t take any more.

  Wren pulled his cock out of me suddenly. I heard him strip the condom off his cock followed by the sound of his hand working his hard flesh. I wanted to watch but my head was too heavy to lift from the bed. Seconds later, he grunted loudly and his load splattered against my ass that was still suspended in the air. It must have been a hell of a load too because it was all over my lower back and ass cheeks; I even felt it dripping down my balls.

  “Three,” Wren said breathlessly as he rubbed his still semi-erect penis through his spunk all over my flesh. Then he cleaned me off with his shirt from the floor before he dropped to the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. “You’re so fucking amazing, Dare.” He kissed the top of my sweaty head then rested his cheek against it.

  I needed to get dressed and go back home, but my eyes were too heavy. “Home,” I managed to say before I drifted to sleep.

  I woke sometime later, stretching languidly after the amazing sex dream I’d had of Wren. My tight leg muscles and tender ass jerked me fully awake, and I realized that I was still in Wren’s bed. I hadn’t dreamed the three-orgasm encounter; it had really happened. Why was I still in his room? Alone.

  “Wren?” I called out but received no reply.

  I looked at the clock on Wren’s bedside table and saw that it was eight o’clock. I’d been asleep for a few hours. Fuck! I jumped up then winced because I was smarting pretty good after that bout of awesome sex. I got dressed as fast and as gingerly as I could then went out into the living room. Wren was nowhere in sight. Where the hell had he gone? I felt Wren’s possession with every step I took down the stairs to the garage. He wasn’t there either, but his truck was still parked outside. Had he walked somewhere? I didn’t mean to run him out of his own apartment. The thought of it made my heart hurt worse than my overused ass, so I pushed it aside. Grandpa was my main concern right then. It was almost time for him to go to bed, and surely he was wondering where the hell I’d gone. What if he’d fallen?