The Virgin Duet

by Alexa Riley

  After a moment of holding her hands and looking into her eyes, I notice Chelsea has stopped talking. I glance over to see she’s playing Candy Crush on her phone, so she must have realized no one was listening. I look back at my Tink, and she reaches out to touch my face again. I lean into her hand, absorbing the comfort she’s offering and my anxiety slows a little. I’m not ready to do this, but knowing that I can keep her by my side and as protected as possible assures me I’ll be able to get through this without incident.

  A few minutes later Hank is pulling the limo up to the front of the venue and the valet opens our door. I step out first and offer a hand to Chelsea, helping her out of the car. Once she’s on her feet, I reach in to help Rebecca out and turn just in time to see her snag her heel on her dress.

  “Oh, shit.”

  I grab her just in time, so she doesn’t face plant on the concrete, but not before her knee hits the curb.

  “Fuck!” she shouts and it echoes around the entrance of the museum. I look up to see a group of people have stopped and turned to stare, whispering to each other as Rebecca tries to untangle her feet from her dress. I see flashes out of the corner of my eye and realize a group of photographers are taking pictures of the incident. Anger floods my body and I start to shake. How dare they look at her like she’s an accident on the highway.

  I turn my attention back to my little fairy and try to help her up. Chelsea is there just as fast as I am and is gets Rebecca’s dress untangled.

  “There we go,” Chelsea says, and helps Rebecca to her feet.

  “Let’s get you inside,” I clip, and put Rebecca’s arm around mine to help her steady herself as we walk in.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I hear the shame in her voice.

  “Don’t be sorry, accidents happen,” I say, and I can still feel my anger moving through me. I want to erase that moment from the memories of everyone who saw it, and I want to delete every picture taken that I know will be all over the internet before the night is over. No one deserves to lay eyes on my beautiful fairy. They don’t deserve to see her vulnerable and needing help. I try to breathe, relax, and hope that tonight goes well and as few people as possible saw it.

  “It’s totally fine, Becs. One time I tucked my dress into my Spanx and spent three hours talking to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom before someone told me. You’ll live,” Chelsea says, and gives her other hand a little squeeze.

  After about an hour of walking around the huge ballroom and mingling with as few people as possible, I feel Rebecca relax a little. I haven’t let her leave my side and I hold her hand and wrist close to me. Whenever I feel my anxiety peaking, I rub the bracelet on her arm and remind myself of who she truly is. She isn’t this made-up doll on my arm, she’s my Tinkerbell. My stolen fairy I’ve captured, and I won’t ever let her go.

  “Well, well, this must be the foul-mouthed child Bray brought along tonight.”

  I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I clench my jaw. I turn around to see my former partner Charles and his wife Dedra sneering at Rebecca.

  Charles was my partner when I first started in business, but then he met Dedra and our partnership dissolved. I ended up buying him out and he went to start his own investment company. Dedra is the reason we don’t work together anymore, and she’s also the one trying to make Rebecca look bad. Dedra is the type of woman who loves gossip, stirs the pot any chance she gets, and is overall a terrible human being. If my partner is willing to bed and marry someone like that, I can no longer trust his judgement.

  I feel Rebecca stiffen beside me, and I realize she remembers Dedra from the coffee shop that day and how I talked badly about her. I know I explained my side of the story, but I’m sure this is uncomfortable.

  “Don’t I know you?” Dedra asks and tilts her head to the side. “Although I’m sure it’s impossible, judging from your language.”

  I open my mouth to defend Rebecca, but she beats me to it. “Yeah, I banged my knee like a son of a bitch on that curb outside. You know how clumsy kids can be. Speaking of, Daddy, I need to go potty. I’ll be right back.” She leans up and gives me a quick kiss on my open mouth and then turns to go to the bathroom.

  I stand there shocked, but then I start to laugh. There’s my Tink.

  “What did she just say?” Dedra asks, outraged.

  I look over and see she’s got a shocked look on her face and I wish I’d taken a picture. Then I see Charles watching Rebecca walk away and he’s got a lecherous look on his face. It turns my stomach just wondering what he’s thinking, and I react.

  I grab the lapel of his tux and he whips his head around in shock. I get in his face so only the two of them can hear me and I grit my teeth. “Don’t get any ideas about my girl. And the next time your wife tries to embarrass her, I’ll tell everyone in this goddamn room how much you love it when she puts on a strap-on and fucks you while you’re wearing a dress. Or did you forget I walked in on that?” His face turns white, and I hear a small gasp from Dedra. “Yeah, I didn’t think you did. I’ve just been kind enough not to mention it until now. You both keep away from her and from me. We don’t have anything left to discuss.” With that I let him go and make my way through the crowd to find my fairy.

  On the way to the bathroom Chelsea stops me. “She’s in the bathroom. She was crying but I think she’s okay now. I called a car for myself, and it’s on the way. I suggest you get Becs home. She needs you.”

  “Done,” I say, and start to walk away. Before I get two steps I turn around “Oh, and thank you, Chelsea.”

  “You kidding me, right? One day, I’ll expect you to return the favor when my Prince Charming arrives.”

  “Will do.”

  After I finally get to the bathroom, I see Rebecca exiting at the same time. I reach for her as she reaches for me and we run our hands all over each other. It calms my anger and anxiety further and I lean down to kiss her lips softly. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “You read my mind,” she says, and grabs my hand, pulling me behind her through the crowd and out the front door. The limo is out front and I look around to see where Hank is. I spot him across the street putting Chelsea into the car she called for.

  I’m glad he walked her out. I start to call him back over to take us home when I see him lean down and kiss Chelsea.

  “Plot twist,” Rebecca says on a giggle and I look down at her and smile.

  “Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.”

  “I like her.”

  “I like you,” I say, and lean down and kiss her again. We are lost in the moment when I hear a throat clearing, and I see Hank is back by the limo, opening the door for us. That’s his discreet way of telling us to quit making out in public.

  “So, Hank, kissed anyone goodnight lately?” Rebecca asks and a blush blossoms on his cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man look so sheepish, and I try to help him out.

  “Get in the limo, Tink,” I say, and help her in the car before Hank has to answer.

  I get in myself and he shuts the door behind us. What he and Chelsea have going on is none of our business.

  Once we are enclosed inside the limo I raise the glass between us and Hank. We’re completely alone back here and I intend to make my fairy squirm. I look over at her and I feel the need to get my Tinkerbell dirty.

  Taking her off-guard I lunge at her and pick her up. I feel the motion of the limo as I toss her to the bench and lay her down the long seat on one side. I lay my body fully on top of hers and look down into her big eyes. I’ve taken her by surprise, but by the reaction of her body, she’s excited.

  “You have a dirty mouth, don’t you, Tink?” I say, and move down to bite her collarbone. Her strapless dress has left her skin exposed and I aim to take advantage of it.

  She moans as my teeth find her skin, and I feel her heartbeat speed up.

  “You do, don’t you, Tink? You’ve got a filthy mouth and you don’t care, do you?” I press my teeth ag
ainst her a little harder and then lick the mark to ease the pain.

  She moans again when my tongue touches her and then she tries to talk. “I don’t give a fuck about any of those people,” she says, and grinds her hips against my erection.

  I won’t punish her sexually, because I don’t want to be the monster my father was, so I have to be careful when I do this.

  “I think we need to wash that dirty little mouth of yours out with something so you learn your lesson.”

  I sit up and start to undo my belt and dress pants.

  “Bray, what are you doing?”

  “I don’t have any soap on me, so I guess my cum will have to do.”

  “You’re going to wash my mouth out with cum?” she asks, and I nod my head.

  Her eyes go wide, yet she licks her lips in invitation. I crawl up her body and put my knees on either side of her shoulders. The limo seat is wide enough to accommodate us for what I have planned.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and I want you to lie there and take it. I want you to remember this. The next time a curse word comes out of your mouth, my dick is going in it.”

  “Bray, you know this is a terrible teaching method, right?”

  “Let’s see if you say that after I’m finished.”

  My cock is hard and already dripping precum. I’ve been so turned on and hard for her since I left this morning. I can’t go seconds without thinking of her, and having her exposed and vulnerable tonight has put me on edge long enough.

  She tilts her head back and, with a smile, opens her mouth to receive my cock. I brush the tip along her bottom lip and put my sweet cum drop there. She licks it off and closes her eyes on a moan. I can’t stand it anymore. When she opens her mouth again I push my cock past her lips and she begins to suck on it greedily.

  I lean forward on the bench seat and put my hands down. I’m on all fours and she’s below me with my cock in her mouth. After a few seconds of her sucking and licking, I begin to move. I push my hips forward and feel my cock go to the back of her throat as her hands go to my thighs. She squeezes them in time with my thrusts and I feel her slight panic when I bottom out in her throat.

  “Oh God, Tink, that’s it. Open your mouth wider, I want you to take all of my cock.”

  I feel her open up and I start to fuck her mouth harder. I throw my head back, close my eyes tightly, and keep thrusting my cock in and out. Her grip on my thighs is slightly relaxed so I know she’s taking what I give her. I feel her little moans of desire when I pull out and it drives me crazy with excitement.

  “You’ve got such a dirty mouth, Tink. You’ll keep saying things like that just so I’ll face fuck you, won’t you?”

  I feel her hum of agreement around my cock and it turns me on even more. Knowing how much she loves this, and knowing how turned on she is, kicks my orgasm into overdrive. I move faster and faster until I’m fucking her mouth just like I would her pussy and I feel her grip tighten on my thighs. My orgasm hits me as she squeezes my legs hard and I cum down the back of her throat. I feel her swallow and suck as I unleash my load and she loosens her grip a little.

  After she’s sucked down every drop, I pull out and slide down her body. I move to the end of the bench and push her dress up over her knees to her waist. I barely notice her lacy panties as I pull them to the side and dive into her pussy.

  “Bray!” she shouts in shock, and I keep eating her with enthusiasm.

  I lean back just a little and say, “One little orgasm before we get home. Then you’ll be giving them to me all night.”

  She moans loudly and grabs my hair with both hands, positioning my face against her pussy again. I lick and suck her quickly because I’m not sure how much time we have before we arrive home.

  I know her body well enough now that it doesn’t take me long until she’s cumming against my face. “That’s it, Tink. Cover my face in your honey.”

  She grinds her clit against me and draws out her pleasure when I feel the limo come to a stop. I pull back, flip down her dress, and sit her up just as Hank opens the door. Rebecca is boneless as we get out of the car, so I pick her up and carry her through the lobby and in the elevator. When we reach the penthouse I carry her directly to the master bathroom and stand her up. I turn on the sink faucet and let the water get warm while I undress her.

  I turn her around and jerk the zipper of the dress down, and rip it off when it gets stuck at her hips.

  “Jesus, Bray, this dress was probably five grand, what are you doing?”

  “I hate it. Take it off.”

  She lets the torn dress fall to the floor and kicks off her shoes.

  “Wash that crap off your face too. I can hardly see your face under all that makeup.”

  She grabs the hand soap by the sink and starts to wash her face. While she does that I pull the pins from her hair so it’s not so perfectly styled anymore. I miss the color, but there’s not much I can do about it right now. Tomorrow I’ll have someone come in and fix her hair so it’s back to the way it was.

  After she finishes washing her face and is toweling it off, I strip off my tux and leave it on the floor with her torn dress. I don’t know who those people were tonight in those clothes, but they weren't us.

  I take her by the hand and pull her to the bed. She reaches down to remove her bracelet and I notice it’s still on. It was the one thing that was still truly her tonight. I grab her hand and stop her movements.

  “Leave it on. I love it.” Just like I love you.

  I’m still annoyed by how she was made up tonight, but I look her over, and she’s finally back to being my Tinkerbell.

  “There you are,” I say, and take possession of her mouth. Her hands go to my chest and she starts to rub and pull at my body. I feel our passion shift and suddenly it’s as if we are ravenous for one another. It feels like I haven’t had her in years, instead of just minutes before in the limo.

  I grab her and climb on the bed with her, never breaking our kiss. I cover her body with mine and push her legs apart with my hips.

  God, I love kissing her.

  My mouth never leaves hers as my cock finds her warm entrance and I push past her slick folds. We had enough foreplay in the limo that she’s primed and ready to go again for me.

  I feel her tight walls squeeze me as I enter her, and it’s as if her pussy is giving me a welcome-home hug.

  I break our kiss and look down at her. Her face is pink from washing off all the makeup and from her excitement. Her hair is wild behind her and when she reaches up to touch my face the sparkles in her bracelet catch the light. “You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now, Tink.”

  She gets a little teary eyed but I don’t understand the emotion. I lean down and kiss her lips and then look into her eyes.

  “You okay? Am I hurting you?” I ask as I slow my thrusts a little.

  “No, don’t stop, Bray, please, don’t stop.”

  I put my face in her neck and kiss and lick her there until I feel her getting close. Her body tenses up and I feel her climax take ahold of her. Her legs lock around me and she lets out a shout on her release. I feel her tight pussy grip around my cock and it sends me over the edge with her.

  I thrust hard one last time and hold my cock in her as far as it will go while I cum. My orgasm drains all of my strength, but I have enough left in me to turn us over and have her lie on my chest. I’m still pulsing inside her and my cock is still rock hard, so I thrust a little and her hips start to move.

  “You’ll keep cumming for me all night, won’t you, Tink?”

  She leans up and gives me a sassy smile, all of the sadness from earlier has vanished. “You got it, Vanilla.”

  BECS

  Bray’s deep breathing lets me know that he’s asleep. I’m wrapped so tightly in his arms, it’s as if he’s scared I could disappear any second. He always has to have one hand on me, like he’s reassuring himself I’m still there. One arm is wrapped around my middle with his hand cuppi
ng my mound, and the other hand is cupping my breast. His breath tickles my neck, and I have no idea how he manages to fall asleep with his face pressed there. My hair is always in the way, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

  The night plays through my head over and over again. This man confuses me. One minute he looks at me like I hang the moon, then the next it’s like he doesn’t want to be seen with me. One thing is clear: I don’t fit in here and I don’t belong. If I stay I’ll only fall deeper in love with him. Because I am in love with him. I need to get out now.

  He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. When it’s just him and me, it’s like I’m his everything. It feels like I’m his oxygen and he needs me to breathe, but when the outside world seeps in, I feel like I’m his dirty little secret. Maybe even his addiction. But is he addicted to me or the sex?

  The men I’ve known all my life would do anything for sex. They’ll lie¸ steal, cheat, buy it, and even take it. This arrangement started off with me being his live-in cook and house cleaner, which is ridiculous because the only messes I seem to clean are my own. If Bray got takeout or delivery, it would cost way less than what he’s paying me every week. This arrangement makes me his whore. No, not his whore; in this world I would be his mistress.

  When I first presented that idea to Bray in his office that day, to sell him my virginity, I did it to make him mad. I don’t think I would’ve really done it, but they say everyone has their price. But then he shot me down and I was relieved. Relieved that he wouldn’t do that, that I was worth more to him. We are kidding ourselves though, because that’s exactly what I am now.

  He works all day, comes home, eats dinner and fucks me all night. Then the next day he’s gone. He never takes me anywhere, nor does he seem to make an effort to be with me more than just at night. He slides me in when he has the time, placing me at the bottom of his list. Now that I’ve got a taste of what passion can be and what love can feel like, that’s what I want. And I want it from Bray. That’s a silly dream though. Girls like me don’t end up with men like Bray. Women like Chelsea end up with him.