Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection

by Selena Kitt

  She giggled. “Your reverse psychology is showing, Dr. Matt.”

  “Orgasms don’t matter,” he repeated and then made his tongue flat, pressing against her clit hard, then soft, then hard again. “Pleasure does. If it stops feeling good, if you start tensing up, getting scared, tell me…”

  “Okay,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Right now it feels fucking fantastic.”

  His only response was to focus on the job at hand, his tongue moving back and forth, around and around, teasing, driving her crazy with pleasure. Rose let her hands wander down, feeling the soft, dark hairs curling at the nape of his neck, guiding his mouth, shifting her hips.

  “Like this?” He moved his tongue in long, slow licks against the side of her clit.

  “Nooo,” she whispered, rolling her hips. “Circles. Oh yes, like that! Faster! Ohhh!”

  He stayed right there, doing just what she told him, and the feeling shifted from pleasure to almost pain. She felt on the verge of something delicious, her nerves stretched taut, her breath coming fast and hot, but every time she came near the edge, she’d get scared and back off again, afraid to fly. Then a sort of numbness would set in for a moment until the cycle started all over.

  Matt’s fingers replaced his tongue so he could ask, “What is it?”

  “I’m worried you’re going to stop,” she admitted, quivering. “I’m afraid it will take too long. I’m afraid you’re bored. I’m wondering what you’re thinking…”

  “I can assure you that I am not bored,” he replied. “You taste so good, god, Rose, I could do this all night long.”

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  “Oh I’ll keep it, believe me.” He chuckled, flicking her, teasing, with his tongue, but his fingers never stopped rubbing her, keeping her engine fully revved. “As for what I’m thinking… I’m not. My cock is so hard it hurts.”

  She groaned at the thought, aching for him. This was the point where she always insisted on pleasuring him, not being able to stand her own, but Matt wasn’t having it.

  “I told you, I can stay here all night.” His tongue was making those sweet, hot circles she loved. “What happens when you touch your nipples?”

  Rose did, thumbing the hard points on her chest, feeling the sensation between her legs increase tenfold. She moaned softly, closing her eyes, lifting her hips to his eager mouth. The sound of him eating her pussy was heady, the low growls and sweet smack of his lips against her flesh making her flush with heat.

  “That’s so good,” she gasped, feeling his fingers slipping into her, probing gently. The sensation increased again, making her tremble.

  “Oh Matt. Oh no. I can’t. Please.” He didn’t stop and his greedy, eager persistence gave her permission to thrash on the bed, as if she was trying to escape something.

  “Noooo,” she wailed, eyes squeezed shut tight, feeling that slow numbness creeping in, her body tensing.

  “Shhhh,” Matt murmured, rubbing his cheeks, his lips, over the swollen wet flesh between her thighs. “Easy. It’s okay.”

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered, meeting his eyes.

  “No.” And he didn’t, staying focused, his whole mouth covering her mound, his tongue circling.

  “Yes,” she cried, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, knowing this feeling, nearing the edge of darkness, afraid to jump. “Oh god. Oh god. That’s…ohhhh…Matt!”

  “Mmmmmfffff,” was all he could say. She had both hands buried in his hair now, grinding her pussy up against his face. She wanted it so much, and yet still, it eluded her. There was no making it happen, no willing herself to come. There was nothing to do.

  “I give up,” she cried, feeling tears stinging her eyes, falling down her temples. “Oh I give up, I give up!”

  Matt’s tongue slowed a little but he didn’t stop, his hands holding her hips as she stopped thrashing, her body growing still. The sensation between her legs had moved off into nothing, nothing. It was never going to happen. Even here, with Matt, sweet Matt, who wanted nothing more than to please her, to help…

  “Ohhh,” Rose breathed, feeling a little flutter as his tongue flicked at her clit. “Oh Matt…mmm.”

  Her lungs pulled at the air, deep, gasping full breaths, as if she were her own center of gravity, pulling in the tides like the moon. It came like a whisper, not a bang, like she imagined the universe must have begun—a sweet, lovely surprise, an opening in the whole fabric of the world. Her body trembled, clenched, and then fluttered with release, again, again, again.

  “What…was…that?” she gasped, sitting up on her elbows and staring at him with wide-eyed wonder.

  “What did it feel like?” He lifted his face, glistening with her juices in the lamplight, and grinned.

  “An orgasm?” She blinked. “I think…I think that was an orgasm.”

  “Well, let’s do it again to be sure…” He covered her with his mouth and she squealed and wiggled, rolling away, finding the tender flesh between her legs far too sensitive to be touched so soon.

  “Matt…” She sat up fully, staring at him, incredulous. And she burst into tears.

  He gathered her into his arms, rocking her on the bed, letting her sob. It felt more like vomiting than crying, as if a huge, uncontrollable force had taken over her body, tossing her about on its whim. And still Matt held her. He didn’t quiet her, he didn’t tell her to stop, he gave her no platitudes. He just held her until it had ebbed and she had been reduced to a puddle of fluids in his lap, her breath hitching like a five-year-old after a tantrum.

  “I didn’t know it would be like that,” she said finally, accepting the t-shirt he offered so she could wipe her face. She knew she must look awful—red nose and puffy eyes—but Matt gave no indication, his hand stroking her hair, down her back, a soothing, calming motion. “Is it always like that?”

  “Kind of.” He smiled, his fingers lightly trailing over her shoulder, giving her shivers. “I imagine, considering the blocks you’ve had, that you won’t soon forget this orgasm, even if you have a thousand more.”

  “A thousand!” She gulped, sitting up to look at him. “What if I can’t do it again?”

  He laughed. “It’s like riding a bike.”

  “Which means we should practice,” she said slyly, sliding her hand along the inside of his thigh. His cock had gone soft but it responded nicely to her touch, swelling in her fist as she squeezed and rubbed it. “A lot.”

  “Indeed.” He kissed her and she could taste herself in his mouth. His face was just covered with her juices and he moaned softly as she used her tongue like a cat to lick along his jaw, over his chin, the taste of her pussy exciting to her. “Rose, you’re so sexy, I can’t stand it.”

  “I bet you say that to all your clients.” She giggled as he kissed her down onto the bed.

  “Actually, you’re my first. I was trained as a sexual surrogate, but I’ve never…practiced…” He groaned when she caught him in her fist, pumping him against her hip.

  “Wow, you’re my first… and I’m yours.” She felt how stiff he was, thick and throbbing in her hand, and she moaned softly at the sensation when she slipped him up and down her shaved cleft. “You ready for some more practice?”

  “Definitely.” He slid inside of her in one slick, fluid motion, both of them shuddering at the delicious sensation. He paused to kiss her, his tongue delving into the sweet crevices of her mouth as he began to move, nice and easy, his hips barely shifting between her legs.

  “Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s nice.”

  He groaned. “That’s an understatement.”

  She let him just fuck her, slow and lazy, his breath hot in her ear, sending little shockwaves down her spine. The sweet throbbing of her orgasm had long gone, but she wasn’t thinking about that. She wasn’t really thinking about anything—she was just soaring, wrapped in Matt’s arms, rocking to his rhythm, loving the feel of him inside of her.

  Matt slowed,
panting in her ear, waiting for his breath to slow before he told her, “It can take a long time for some women to experience a climax during intercourse. Some women never do.”

  “I don’t care,” she whispered, cuddling him against her breasts, whimpering when he licked first one and then the other. “I just want you.”

  “You can touch yourself if you want,” he reminded her, sliding one of her hands down between her legs. She could feel the place where they were joined and glanced down as he propped himself above her so she had more room to maneuver. “And it’s kind of hot to watch.”

  “Mmmm, it is,” she agreed as he started to move. Watching his cock disappear into her pussy was a delicious thrill and she slid her wet fingers through her slit, finding that sweet spot. She’d never masturbated during sex before. She didn’t ever have orgasms anyway, so what was the point? “Oh yes… ohhh god… ohhh! That feels really good!”

  “Then don’t stop.” He moved a little deeper, a little faster, giving her more of his cock with every thrust, keeping himself propped over her, his knees on the bed, his thighs pressing her wide, wider.

  “It’s okay if you come,” she murmured, eyes half closed with pleasure. “You don’t have to wait for me. I don’t mind.”

  “I’m not sure I could stop if I tried,” he panted, biting his lip, his face almost pained. “You feel so good. God… so… fucking… good!”

  “Are you close?” she whispered, watching his face change, feeling his cock swell between her legs.

  “Oh fuck,” he said between gritted teeth, driving into her so fast he was moving her on the bed, sliding her up toward the headboard. “Rose! Oh! God! Take it! Fuck! Take it!”

  She did, grabbing him in her hand as he pulled out and thrust against the soft flesh of her naked vulva. The first wave of his cum blasted over her fist, flooding her pussy with incredible heat. Rose pumped him hard against her mound, the head of his cock erupting again and again over her flesh, rubbing in rhythm against her clit.

  “Matt!” she gasped, wiggling her hips to meet his. “Oh! Oh! Again! Ohhhhhh!”

  And it was just as good the second time, oh god, yes it was, her pussy clenching with each shuddering, ecstatic wave. It made her head spin and her ears ring and her body tense and release again and again until she was limp and whimpering beneath him on the bed.

  “See, I told you,” he panted, kissing her cheek as he rolled to the side of her, pulling covers over them both. “Just like riding a bike.”

  “Only better,” she agreed, looking up at the mirror over the bed—what did they usually use this room for, she wondered?—seeing them cuddled together. She’d never seen either of them look more relaxed or satisfied. Was that disheveled, blissful-looking woman in the reflection really her?

  “I think our time’s up,” Matt murmured after a while, checking his watch.

  “Don’t say that.” Rose sighed, closing her eyes against his words. “It makes me feel cheap.”

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, squeezing an arm around her shoulder. “You’re not.”

  “Matt,” she whispered, looking up and seeing him watching her in the mirror. She met his eyes and felt tears welling. Normally she would have turned away, gotten up to go to the bathroom so he wouldn’t see. Instead, she let them fall. “I don’t want this to end.”

  “That’s normal,” he murmured. “Learning to trust someone isn’t easy, and letting go… it’s very hard. But I promise, we’ll spend time easing into it. We won’t end it like turning off a light switch.”

  “What if…” She took a deep breath, turning to face him. “What if I don’t want to turn it off at all?”

  He lifted her hand in his and kissed her palm. “We don’t have a choice, Rose.”

  She buried her face in his neck, hating his answer, but knowing he was right. This was temporary. He wasn’t doing this because he loved her—he was doing this because it was his job. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact.

  “We’ll meet again tomorrow?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he assured her. “In fact, I’ve got something special planned for tomorrow.”

  She smiled, cuddling as close as she could. “Today was pretty special.”

  “Yes it was,” he breathed, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. Not that she cared.

  * * * *

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Matt said it like he was reminding himself, rather than talking to her, but Rose didn’t answer him as he unlocked the front door of his bungalow and invited her inside.

  “Oh Matt, what a gorgeous view.” A door wall in the living room opened up to a beach view in back. The sun was just setting over the horizon, giving everything a warm glow.

  “You should see it from the bedroom.”

  “Okay,” she agreed, turning to see him grinning at her.

  “Race you.”

  And they were off, Matt in the lead of course—he was faster and he was the only one who actually knew where he was going. But she was right behind him, giggling all the way up the stairs and around the corner. They’d had the best day, not just the best day she’d had at the treatment center, but maybe the best day she’d had in her life. Ever.

  Instead of meeting in the evening after dinner as they usually did, Matt had applied for an all-day pass and had taken her snorkeling in the morning—which of course meant that she had to buy and wear a swimsuit, something that had required a great deal of effort on her part. Matt had seen and acknowledged her scar, kissing it gently, but hadn’t made a big deal out of it and no one else on the boat had noticed—or if they had, they didn’t say anything.

  Then it was shopping and walking around Lorient, where they discovered a gorgeous old Catholic church. They, strangely, both shared a love for old cemeteries and had explored the local island graveyard for hours. Matt had brought a picnic lunch and they ate it in a local garden park. But dinner had been on a tour boat just before sunset—she was still full of shrimp and lobster and crab.

  They were scheduled to go back to the treatment center for their evening appointment, but Matt had suggested stopping by his place instead, and…well, here they were, standing on his balcony wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the sun set over the horizon.

  “I don’t ever want this day to end,” she murmured, tucking her head under Matt’s chin.

  He breathed deep, breathing her in. “Me neither.”

  And then they were kissing themselves back into Matt’s bedroom, all the way over to his huge king sized bed—“What do you need a bed this big for?”—“I’m a restless sleeper!”—where they rolled and wrestled and tore at each other’s clothes until they were sweaty and naked and desperate for each other.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she begged him, but he wasn’t having it. Instead he rolled onto his back and pulled her in until she was straddling his face, his tongue already practiced at sending her quickly into orbit. She moaned and rocked and let him lick her, lost in the sensation, pinching her own nipples, twisting them to send white hot sparks between her legs.

  Matt gasped in surprise when Rose repositioned herself so she could suck his cock, her mouth covering the fat, mushroom head, focusing her tongue there, around and around while he teased her clit. He wasn’t so much licking her pussy as devouring her flesh, burying his whole face between her legs, arms wrapped tightly around her hips to keep her from wiggling away.

  “Matt!” she cried, trying to give him a warning, maybe just preparing herself for the imminent. His fingers slipped deep inside and he fingered her hard as he licked her, the jarring of her pelvis exploding through her hips, making her pussy clench. “Ohhhh yes! Baby yes! Gonna come so hard for you!”

  And she did, pumping his cock in her fist with the same rhythm, matching the intensity of the orgasm rolling through her, every spasm pushing her further toward heaven. She covered the head of his cock with her mouth, whimpering with her climax, tasting his pre-cum, hungry for more.

  “No,” he protested, g
rabbing her hips and pushing her to the bed. “I want you.”

  And then she was on her knees and he was fucking her like a dog, his thighs driving her forward on the bed with every thrust. There was nothing therapeutic about this, she thought happily as she rubbed her still-throbbing clit, the sound of their fucking filling the room.

  She didn’t think she could come again so soon, but Matt was an animal, taking just what he wanted, using her pussy for his pleasure. The sounds he made, the low grunts and growls, the way he grabbed her hair and pulled her back so he could kiss her, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, made her crazy with longing.

  “I’m going to come inside you,” he panted, giving her a warning.

  “Yessss!” she hissed, welcoming him with the arch of her back. “Oh baby, please, come inside me! Come in my pussy!”

  That’s all it took, for both of them. Matt grabbed her hips and pumped his cock in short, hard bursts deep into her pussy, moaning long and loud, and she felt the first hot blast of his cum rushing up the underside of his cock to explode against her cervix. The sensation was surreal, completely out of this plane of existence, and Rose felt herself flying right along with him, the velvet walls of her pussy contracting around his rigid, pulsing length with an intensity she hadn’t known was even in the realm of human experience.

  “Oh Rose,” he murmured, wrapping her in his arms as they collapsed on the bed, him spooning her. “Oh god.”

  “Thank you, Matt.” She smiled, eyes still closed, as he took her hand in his, lifting her arm and feathering kisses along the length of the angry, red scar. That horrible, desperate day seemed very far away. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said softly.

  “And here I wondered if I could do it again…” She giggled lightly, wiggling her bottom back against his, and in a sing-song voice, she said, “I can climax on a train and I can climax in the rain and…”

  Matt laughed, hugging her tight. “Girl, I’m in so much trouble.”