by Jade White
“And she makes the big bucks for that, does she?”
“As I said,” Aaron shrugged a bit, “she always has an audience. We pay her as long as it pays to have her.”
“Nice work if you can get it, I guess,” Macy said.
“I guess so,” Aaron agreed.
Rudd appeared and ushered out the cater waiters, who brought a large table on wheels, on which there was a large and fantastical cake in the shape of—what else?—a dragon. It was an amazing creation, the work of bakers who were also sculptors. They had rendered the edible beast in green, maroon, and gold frosting, and given it wings and talons and a serpentine neck and tail. The dessert drew a chorus of ooh’s and aah’s from all the guests, and an appreciative smile and nod from Aaron as he saw how impressed they all were with this commemorative confection for his birthday. Cameras came out to snap photos of it, and Macy couldn’t help whipping her iPhone out of the little pocket in the sash of her dress to get some shots herself. The one thing she found regrettable was that it would be a shame to cut and eat this beautiful thing.
In the wake of the outburst of applause for the cake, Aaron half-whispered at Macy: “And now, the singing starts. One…two…”
On cue, the assembled guests broke into a chorus of “Happy Birthday,” and Macy looked right at Aaron as she joined in the song. Accepting the tribute to the birthday boy, Aaron smiled at her, then joined in the renewed applause at the end.
The bow-tied woman who was the head of the cater-waitstaff called to Aaron, “And now, Mr. Bedford, if you’d like to come over and make the first slice into the cake…”
“It’s kind of too bad we have to cut it up,” said Aaron, echoing Macy’s sentiment, “but it’ll taste as good as it looks.” And he shot a look right at Macy when he said it, which sent a hot tingle right down her back. She blinked and smiled, and he gestured gallantly at the cake, inviting her. “Come on, join me.”
Keeping her smile and still feeling a bit of the tingle, Macy accompanied Aaron through the throng of guests over to the table, where he looked the baked and frosted reptile up and down, wondering aloud, “Where should I start on this…?”
“How about the tip of the tail?” Macy suggested.
“Tip of the tail.” Aaron studied the part in question. “That’ll make someone a good piece.” And again, he gave Macy that same look, and again she felt that same tingle. There was nothing like subtext with dessert. Raising the knife, Aaron said, “The lady has called it. Tip of the tail and work forward to the head.”
Aaron passed the knife through the part in question, then removed it. The blade was slathered with frosting, into which Aaron dabbed a couple of fingers. He handed the knife to the head cater-waiter, who undertook the task of cutting the cake for the rest of the staff to put on plates and distribute. Aaron took his frosted fingers back to Macy. He licked the frosting from one finger. “Cream frosting,” he told her, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He offered her his other finger. “Go ahead—taste.”
Macy rolled her eyes back and forth, noting that the attention of the other guests was more on the fate of the reptilian confection than on her and Aaron, at least for the moment. Then she let him move his frosted finger to her lips, and darted out her tongue to lick the sweet dollop from the digit. Cream frosting, the words echoed in her mind. She had no doubt he’d said it quite deliberately.
“Taste good?” Aaron asked.
Licking her lips and knowing that in doing so she was helping him with the subtext, Macy said, “Very good.”
The head cater-waiter brought Aaron the first piece of cake, which he took—and gave to Macy. “For you,” he said.
“But it’s your birthday,” Macy replied. “You should have the first…”
“It is my birthday, and I insist.” And he beamed a smile at her that could have melted the sugary scales into a green puddle.
Shrugging, Macy said, “If you insist…” She took the little cake plate and fork from him, and Aaron let the serving woman bring him another.
So, they and the rest of the guests ate the cake, which was chocolate under the frosting and utterly delicious. As they enjoyed it, Aaron said, “The way my parties go, people will slowly start leaving after eleven. By about two or a little after, the place will be empty and quiet.”
“Oh…?” Macy responded, sensing where this was liable to be going.
“I like to ask one guest to stay for an…after-party.”
Yes, she had guessed right. That was exactly where it was going. “After-party?” she replied in that way that one does when one knows what the other person means but doesn’t want to sound as if one knows.
“Yeah, an after-party. Something more private.”
“Oh,” said Macy, more definitely. What had been subtext was a little more overt now.
“Interested?” Aaron asked.
“I don’t know,” Macy answered. Actually, she did know—in a way. He was charming, he was handsomer than the Devil himself, and he was built like a superhero. There was every reason for her to take him up on the offer. But still, there was the natural hesitation of having known him for only a few hours. She wanted to tell him that she’d like to think it over…
But before she could, Aaron said, “Maybe there’s a way I could encourage you. Or maybe…persuade you a little.”
“How?” Macy asked.
“When I showed you around down here after showing you around upstairs, I deliberately skipped the wine room, remember? I said I’d rather show you that later. Can I show you the wine room now?”
“What’s in there besides wine?” Macy asked, curious but a little cautious.
“Something I think you’ll like,” Aaron replied with a tempting grin.
He took her cake plate and handed it, with his own, off to one of the waitstaff. Then, he gestured to one side of the living room. “Shall we?”
Macy looked up at him, searching his tantalizing look, for what she did now know. Should she trust him? She decided she would.
And so, Macy let Aaron lead her from the living room down a little corridor to one side, where he kept his collection of fine wines—and whatever else it was that he wasn’t mentioning.
CHAPTER THREE
Aaron flicked on the light of the wine room, and he and Macy stepped inside. He closed the door behind them, and Macy looked about at all the shelves and racks filled with bottles of what was surely a collection of the priciest vintages that could be found anywhere in New York City if not the world. It was a place as elegant and immaculately kept as the rest of the penthouse—but Macy tilted her head and arched one eyebrow curiously, looking for anything out of the ordinary that would not necessarily be found in the midst of a wine collection. She saw nothing unusual in the room at all.
“So, what is it?” she asked, turning around to face him. “Some special vintage that no one else has, that you managed to acquire just for yourself? Some rare bottle? What?”
“This,” said Aaron. And to Macy’s total, dizzying astonishment, he gathered her up in his arms and took her in a kiss that was enough to ferment grapes all by itself. Her eyes widened at the sudden and wholly unexpected feeling of their lips coming together, then closed like flowers at dusk at the equally unprepared-for sensation of his tongue, sweetened with dessert, slipping into her mouth. He held her close, one arm around her shoulders and the other around the small of her back, and kissed her with everything that his words and actions had suggested all evening.
To Macy’s further surprise—and perhaps her greatest surprise of all—she did not resist. He was too spectacularly, beautifully male, and there was too much rapture in that kiss. She found she could not try to pull away. She found she did not want to pull away. She found he was only kissing her more deeply, and her only resistance was to the idea of stopping him.
At the end of that long, deep dizziness, he softly parted from her while keeping her in his arms. “There,” he said. “That.”
“That had nothing to do with
wine,” Macy said.
“No,” he told her. “That was what I’d been wanting to get a taste of all night. That’s what I want you to stay after the party for. For starters.”
“For starters?” Macy said.
“Yeah,” Aaron said. “That and more.”
And before Macy could utter another word, he was upon her with another kiss, with all the mind-spinning sweetness of the first. This time, Macy could not help herself. She let her hands slip up his back and her arms embrace him, giving herself into this further expression of his intentions.
At the end of this kiss, with Aaron’s face hovering near hers and promising yet another, Macy managed to say, “That’s…plenty.”
“You haven’t seen plenty yet,” Aaron said, pulling her into another kiss that made Macy feel as if her legs were made of cake frosting. And with smooth and sure motions, Aaron swung them around and a few steps away, to a little space between the door and one of the wine shelves, and backed her up against the wall.
The next seconds passed with panting, hot kisses between them, Aaron taking his lips to her lips and her cheek and her chin and her neck. Macy was glad, in a way, that he was wearing a mock turtleneck instead of a collared shirt and tie. It made it easier for her to clutch at the thick cords of his neck while his lips worked his will on her. And then, she realized what his hands were doing.
With a little gasp in mid-kiss, Macy reacted to Aaron pulling up the hem of her dress over her hips. Wide-eyed, she said, “Aaron, what are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he asked, now slipping his hands under the hem that he had pulled up and going for her panties.
Macy trembled at the feeling, both shocking and exhilarating, of Aaron’s fingers probing under her lingerie. Her voice shook with her question: “Here? Now?”
“Yes,” he said, sucking and licking at her lips. “Right here. Right now.”
Macy trembled again and shut her eyes as his fingers found where they wanted to go, stroking and teasing at her muff, turning her decidedly moist down below. It was all she could do to say, “Ooohhh…”
“Oh, yeah,” he said. And her heart jumped a little inside her bosom when he pulled her panties down over her thighs, then let his fingers travel to the most intimate place of all. He stroked at the curtains of her opening and let his fingertips turn slick from what he was doing to her. “Oh, yeah, you’re good and wet…”
Aaron had effortlessly taken Macy to a place where it was all she could do to breathe. Not move, just breathe. And she remained so as he pulled her panties down lower, and stooped down to get them past her knees and down to her ankles. He pulled them over her feet, and she instinctively stepped up first one foot and then the other to let him get them off her altogether. Quickly, he stood back up, tucking her undergarment into his jacket pocket—and went for his belt buckle.
Filled with wonder, disbelief, and anticipation, Macy watched Aaron undo his belt and the button of his trousers, and then with one swift, sure move, take down his trousers and his very short briefs, exposing the dragon’s dragon. It was the longest, thickest, most amply foreskinned one she had ever seen. It was a monster—a fabulous, fantastic monster of throbbing, manly flesh. The head crowned from the hood of the foreskin and emitted a bead of male sap. The beast at his loins was hard, and it was ready.
“There’s what I wanted you to see,” he said lustily. “I’ve been wanting to put my dick in you all night. I can’t wait; I’ve got to screw you right now.”
Macy forced her eyes to roll up from the immensity between his legs to the burning desire in his eyes. She gulped. “Right now? Right here, just like this?”
“Haven’t you ever let a man stick it in you on the first date?”
She was paralyzed with a mix of disbelief and arousal. “I-I-I have,” she stammered. “But…but…”
“But what?” He stroked his monster, moving in closer, on the brink of deploying it.
“Not like this! In the middle of a party, with dozens of people right in the next room!”
“They didn’t miss us when we stepped away for the tour of the place. They won’t miss us for the time it takes me to get my dick inside you and shoot my load.” He kissed her to emphasize the point. “It’ll be fine. They know whose party this is. They know how dragon men are, what we do. Don’t you?” With his face right at hers, his breath was hot on her skin. Macy held still. He had her right where he wanted her—or perhaps the other way around.
“Oh my God…” Macy exhaled helplessly.
Aaron put a hand between her thighs and whispered, “Hold that thought. Open wider.” He brushed his fingers against her now thoroughly wet folds, and she quivered, suddenly capable of movement again. Taking his meaning, she spread her legs a little more. With that one hand, Aaron parted the petals of her lady part, widening her passage, and with the other, he maneuvered the bludgeon of veined flesh between his own legs into place. Macy grasped his shoulders and prepared to receive him. He pressed his loins in on her, and with a swift, deep stroke, he moved his maleness all the way into her. His kiss muffled the moan that she gave in response.
What followed was the most savage and spontaneous screwing that Macy had ever received. If they were lying down on the bed, the lusting force of Aaron’s banging her would have shaken the post and frame. The pleasure was so intense and all-consuming that Macy clutched at him to hold herself up and stop herself from sliding down the wall and passing out. In between his wet and torrid kisses, she nearly sobbed, “Oh my God…oh my God, oh my God…”
“Yes,” Aaron grunted like an animal in heat. “Oh yes… You’re good. Tight and wet around my dick, just like I wanted.” He sucked and slurped at her lips and hammered his length of hard wood in and out of her. “Isn’t this good? Don’t you love this big dick in you?”
A further whimper of “Oh, God…” was the only response Macy could muster. She kissed him back, her mind reeling from the insane pleasure pumping and thundering in her womanhood.
“Grab my ass,” he grunted on, pumping her with an urgent, steady beat, filling the two of them with the mad sensation of his incredibly hard length and thickness plunging in and out of her tight, wet channel. “I love a woman’s hands on my ass while I’m f…ing her.”
Totally captured now by the frenzied and exquisitely delicious act that Aaron was doing to her, Macy was all too eager to feel that other part of him. She immediately took her hands to the hard, heaving flesh of the cheeks of his exposed butt and gave them a squeeze. He tore his lips wetly from hers and gave a furious, roaring noise in response. “Uuuhhh…! Damn, yes! Hell yes! Squeeze that f…ing ass! Uuuhhh…”
Macy was gone now. He had claimed her quickly and totally. She groped the hardness of his bottom while receiving the hardness of his erection, and pushed herself against him, her body crying out for more. He gave it to her relentlessly, diving his face onto her neck and kissing and biting at it, the sounds of his grunts mingling with her moans even as their loins crashed together with the force of his thrusting. His tool driving hard, fast, and deep into her turned the two of them into a single, carnal mass. Macy had no coherent voice anymore. Her nervousness and fear were gone. There was nothing now but the feverish pleasure of Aaron beating his meat in and out of her. He was ferocious. He was wonderful beyond words. Every hard, slamming thrust of his tool in her wetness made her want more. A howling voice inside her head begged, Don’t stop… Oh, don’t stop…
Aaron neither stopped nor slowed—until his next move shocked and thrilled Macy so that she almost screamed. He rammed his meat hard and deep into her and held it there, impaling her on his shaft. She leaned her head back, a rumble of sensual thunder raging through her body at the feeling of his sex locked all the way inside hers. She clutched at his buttocks and dug her fingernails into his muscular flesh, and he bellowed, “OH, F… YES! UUUHHH…!” And he drove the pleasure home all the more by holding himself in her and grinding his crotch against her mound, making her claw desperately at hi
s buttocks. “Oh, damn, that’s good,” he panted at her. “Oh yeah, you know how to take a dick. Yes…take that f…ing dick…”
She did. Macy was totally, utterly possessed by the way Aaron was screwing her. She surrendered and accepted him completely. He returned to drilling her hard and fast, and she took in every thrust, her entire being crying out for everything he could give her. On top of everything else about him, his absolute male perfection, the thing he was pumping in her was so huge and felt so unbelievably wonderful, it would have been a sin to do anything but let his furious screwing take her over completely. Now, her lips sought his, and Aaron gave himself into their kiss as the two of them gave themselves into his furious banging. He was speeding up now, and Macy could tell he was approaching his moment.
Confirming the sensation, Aaron groaned into her mouth, “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna cream right in you, Macy… I’m gonna fill you up…”
