The Beauty's Beast

by Eddie Cleveland

  We run through the rain laughing and take shelter under the tree. One thing about a downpour like this is it rarely lasts long. Just like Colton and I, it’s fast, intense and then over.

  Chapter 6 - Alana

  “Where was I?” Colton looks down at my lips and slowly walks me backwards until my back hits the tree. He kisses me with urgency, like a man who’s starved for a craving only I can satisfy. The rain sounds muted with the thick tree cover above us and it feels like we’re hidden away in a secret world of two.

  Lust burns through me, overtaking my senses and pushing my boundaries. Normally I’m not one for public displays of affection, but as I pull back from Colton’s kiss, I can see that there’s no one around. The park is empty.

  “God, I want you,” he breathes the words into my ear.

  “Then take me. I want you too,” I let my naughty side free and slowly slide my drenched dress up my legs suggestively.

  “Are you sure?” Colton presses his hard cock into me, teasing me.

  “I am,” I nod.

  He snatches the hem of my dress and tugs it up quickly and slides down to his knees in front of me. As I hold the fabric of my dress, Colton quickly slides my underwear down my legs and wastes no time burying his face between my legs. I tense up, not used to any of this. Not used to a man worshipping me this way. Not used to doing something so exhilarating in public. But mostly, not used to feeling this fucking sexy.

  Colton’s tongue slips into my pussy and licks a long, slow trail up to my aching clit. “Oh,” I gasp and white knuckle the light, dainty fabric of my dress as I involuntarily jerk toward him.

  I open my stance and Colton pulls away, much to my disappointment and looks up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He slides his index finger into his mouth and then presses it at my entrance, burying it inside me. His mouth is on my pussy again and I can feel my muscles clench down on his finger as his tongue twists and turns, dancing against my clit.

  I lean back against the tree, closing my eyes and listening to the pouring rain fall around us as Colton brings me pleasure I’ve only ever experienced with toys. He flickers the tip of his tongue against my sensitive nub and fucks me with his finger before slipping another one inside. My orgasm comes quickly as my body quivers with ecstasy and I cry out into the rainy night. I tremble against the tree as Colton stands back up. “I want to fuck you, Alana. I need to feel that tight pussy on my cock,” he voice is raspy with need.

  “I want that too,” I fumble with his belt buckle, but manage to get it undone. I make quick work of undoing his pants and he slides them down, freeing his thick, hard cock that I’ve been fantasising about since the day I changed his now healed wound.

  “Face the tree,” he demands, pulling out his wallet and plucking a foil wrapper from inside. I follow his command and watch over my shoulder as he tears the condom packet open with his teeth and slides it down over his fat cock.

  Colton grabs my hips, positioning my entrance and slides his cock deep inside me. I feel so full as my walls stretch and he buries every inch of his generous dick in my pussy. I arch my back, giving him better access and he thrusts into me hard, his muscular frame slapping against my full ass, clapping our wet flesh together as he pumps into me over and over.

  Hanging onto the tree for support, I make my back flat, like a table top, and Colton groans as he opens my ass cheeks and fucks me deep and hard. My muscles tighten as another quaking orgasm rips through me, leaving my throat raw from screaming my pleasure into the night.

  Behind me, Colton’s thrusts grow jagged and I feel his cock twitch as he grunts, filling the condom with his seed. He holds me in place, until his dick stops spurting inside me and pulls out.

  I stand up and face him and Colton grabs my face, pulling me in for a kiss. When he moves back, we look around with surprise. When did the rain stop? I didn’t even notice.

  “Come back to the hotel with me,” his voice is raspy. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he offers.

  “I’d love that,” I agree.

  We quickly tug our clothes back into place and as we walk out of the park, Colton tosses the used condom in the trash. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, but I’ll be damned if I want it to stop now.

  Chapter 7 - Colton

  I open the door to my hotel room for Alana and she walks inside trembling. Her teeth are chattering as the cold from the rain finally settles into her bones. Letting the door fall closed behind me, I rub my hands over her soft arms slowly. “We need to get you warmed up, you’re freezing,” I’m surprised by how chilly her skin is.

  “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” She shakes like a leaf.

  “No, of course not,” I hold out my hand toward the door.

  “I won’t be long,” she tries to smile, but her chattering teeth won’t let her.

  I walk into the main room and strip off my waterlogged clothes, dropping them into a pile on the floor. Crossing the floor, stark naked, I pick up the hotel binder and flip through the pages, searching. There it is, I tap my finger against the laminated page, laundry service. We’ll definitely need that. Poor Alana doesn’t have anything else to wear. I plop the book down on the table and go to the armoire against the far wall, tugging it open. Luckily there are two terry cloth robes hanging inside. That should keep her warm until her clothes get taken care of.

  Only when I’m not keeping her warm between the sheets, that is.

  I tilt my head and listen to the splash of the shower head hitting the tub with beads of water. She’s grabbing a shower. My cock twitches at the thought of joining her, of seeing her naked with warm water cascading over her luscious curves. I make my way to the bathroom door as my cock grows fuller with lust. I twist the doorknob but it’s locked. Disappointment crashes over me. She locked me out? Why?

  Pouting, I head back into the main room and plunk down on the bed. Grabbing the remote from the nightstand, I turn on some music and listen as Alana turns off the water and opens the shower curtain. Seconds later she walks into the room nervously with a towel firmly twisted around her.

  “You locked me out,” I pretend to sulk. Well, mostly pretend. Part of it is genuine.

  “Sorry, I just thought I should shower alone,” she looks down shyly, biting her lip.

  “Come over here,” I pat the bed beside me. “Why the change of heart? Is everything okay?”

  Alana hops into the bed and quickly covers herself up with the comforter, she traces nervous circles on the blanket with her fingertips and won’t look at me.

  Fuck. I’ve upset her. Maybe she’s having regrets about the park. Maybe she’s having regrets about me.

  “What’s going on? Are you upset with me?”

  “No, no, nothing like that,” she still refuses to meet my eyes.

  “Then what?”

  “I just, well, I don’t want you to see me naked. I feel like you won’t like me if you do,” she whispers her confession.

  “Are you kidding me? Do you see how hard you’ve got me,” I nod down to my cock, ready for another round. “Alana, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Seeing your body isn’t going to change my mind on that. I love your soft curves. I love how womanly you are. Don’t be ashamed or try to hide from me, please.” I slide across the bed toward her and kiss her tenderly. First on the lips, but then I trail my kisses over to her earlobe and down her neck.

  Alana moans softly and I pull back the comforter and tug the towel from her body. She gasps and tries to pull the blanket back up. “Don’t do that. Let me see you. Alana, I’m not lying, you are amazing. Inside and out. Every inch of your body and every inch of your soul is beautiful,” my voice is hoarse as she relaxes and I let my gaze travel over her buxom curves.

  She looks up at me from under her eyelashes and her cheeks burn with a rosy hue as I graze my fingertips down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her breasts. I cup her large tits in my broad hands and hover over her. My cock throbs with desire as I take h
er pink nipple into my mouth and lick the diamond tip. Teasing her with my tongue, I thrash against her nipple before giving the same attention to her other breast.

  Alana moans softly and wiggles underneath me. I can feel the heat bloom between her thighs and I can barely contain myself from climbing on top of her and taking her again. “I need you. You see how sexy you are? I fucking need you right now,” I quickly kiss her lips before sliding off the edge of the bed and grabbing a condom from my overnight bag.

  “Hurry,” her voice is throaty and I tear open the package as quickly as my fingers can manage and slide the condom down my shaft.

  I climb back up onto the bed and settle between her legs, watching her as I tug her thick thighs open and throw her ankles up on my shoulders. Grabbing my cock by the base, I sink into her wet, tight pussy in one desperate thrust. My hand wraps up in her wet hair and I give it a tug as I fuck her relentlessly. Alana’s quiet moaning grows louder until they become cries of passion that I’m pretty sure can be heard in the next room over. Her pussy bears down on my cock and my orgasm shreds through me like a tidal wave crashing down on a pristine beach. My cum spurts out like I hadn’t just taken her against a tree less than an hour ago. Like I won’t be taking her again and again, all night long.

  “Fuck you’re so sexy,” I growl in her ear and pull out, quickly hopping off the bed and tossing the full condom in the trash. “Do you need anything? Water?” I offer.

  “Just you beside me,” she purrs. I hop in next to her, only too happy to comply. Burrowing beneath the covers I wrap my arm around her, spooning her as we rest our heads on the pillows.

  “I wish you didn’t have to leave,” her voice is mournful.

  “I was thinking about that,” I answer and she turns to look at me, hopeful. “You see, when I get back to Canada, I have a bunch of post-deployment and annual leave I can use. I was thinking about taking it all and coming back here for seven weeks. I mean, if you’d like that,” I run my hand through my hair.

  “Like it? I’d love it! Oh Colton, that would be amazing.” There’s that smile, the broad, sensual smile that warms my heart.

  “Consider it done,” I murmur, pulling her beautiful ass back into me so I can hold her tight.

  As sleep begins to overcome me I smile. Maybe I don’t have the perfect solution to the distance, but giving us another seven weeks is a great start. Who knows what we’ll figure out from there. I let my imagination run wild as sweet dreams of Alana overtake me.

  THE END

  7

  Total Package

  Chapter 1 - Grayson

  “Alright, I’ve got some extra buttery popcorn and sodas, I think we’re good to go,” I put down the snacks on the coffee table in front and plunk down on the couch next to my daughter. “What movie did you pick for tonight, Celeste?”

  “Inside Out,” she smiles broadly, her eyes twinkling from behind her bright pink glasses.

  “The one about the feelings?” I vaguely remember images from the Pixar commercials.

  “Yup,” Celeste crams a handful of popcorn into her face and munches loudly as she turns on the show.

  “Cool, as long as you never make me watch that Justin Bieber documentary again, I’m good,” I laugh and crack open a Pepsi, slouching back into the couch.

  “I’ll make a Belieber out of you one day,” she teases me, not taking her eyes off the opening scene.

  “Not in this lifetime,” I shake my head and grab some popcorn.

  The movie isn’t going for five minutes when Celeste’s phone buzzes with a text. It irritates me that she gets texts at all, but I know it’s different from when we were kids. When I was twelve I had no interest in talking on my parents’ landline, let alone on a cell phone all day. I was too busy playing outside with my friends instead of hiding in my house sending them messages, one sentence at a time. I know I’m getting old, cause I don’t get it. Pretty soon I’ll need to start yelling at young whippersnappers to get off my lawn.

  Celeste picks up her cell and, to my surprise, shuts it off. I can’t help the smile that slides over my face. She’s a good kid. It’s nice to know that movie night with her Dad is still more important to her than grade seven gossip. I know it won’t last, so I’ll take these moments when I can get them.

  The two of us chomp on popcorn and watch as the girl in the movie faces being uprooted and moved across the country. That’s rough. I’ve been there. My father used to move for his job as a professor every few years. It was important to Celeste’s mother and I to give her a life of stability. I wanted her to have those epic friendships that I’d missed out on. The ones where you met in kindergarten and then were godparents for each other’s children. That’s why I went into the trades. I built my plumbing company from the ground up and now employ about twenty guys. You don’t get much more settled than that. Obviously, it hasn’t been perfect. When my wife, Brooke, was killed in a car accident, it took away a lot of the stability I’d worked so hard to build. However, we’ve stuck together and made it through the other side of our grief together. Even after four years, I miss her.

  “Ugh, I don’t feel great,” Celeste interrupts my thoughts and rubs her hands over her belly.

  “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” I sit up straight and look at her. She doesn’t look pale or feverish.

  “I don’t know, can you pause the show, I’ll be right back,” she stands up abruptly and heads to the bathroom.

  “Sure,” I pick up the remote and freeze the screen, waiting for her to come back.

  “Um, Dad?” Celeste calls me from the bathroom. Damn, I guess she is sick. I wonder if it was something she ate today?

  I walk down the hall, “What’s going on, hon?” I yell outside the door.

  “Um, I, well, I started my period and I don’t have anything.” Her voice is muffled from inside the bathroom.

  Shit. “Um, okay, don’t worry, I’ll go to the store. Can you just use some paper towel for now?”

  “I guess,” I can hear her rummaging around and I go the entryway and get my shoes on. Celeste comes out wincing and holding her stomach.

  “Hey, how about you lie down on the couch, I’ll get you some painkillers,” I offer and she just nods at me wordlessly. I grab her some Tylenol and water, not really sure what to say.

  “Here you go, hon.” I hand her the pills and glass of water and stand awkwardly, trying to think of something comforting to tell her. “Everything is going to be okay, I’m just going to run to the pharmacy real quick, okay? You relax and take it easy, I’ll be right back,” I force a smile.

  “Thanks Dad,” my little girl looks up at me and smiles. Not so little anymore I guess. This is definitely one of those times we both miss Brooke.

  Chapter 2 - Addison

  I walk into the Walgreens and quickly make my way down to the soap and bodywash section. I’m on a mission for the most luxurious bubble bath I can find. If I have to spend half my night boiling water to get a decently warm bath, then it better be worth my while.

  I can’t live like this anymore. I stop in front of a wall of brightly colored bottles with names like Strawberry Kisses and Lavender Wishes on them. I stare at the bottles, lost in a labyrinth of promises to make my skin softer, smoother, silkier and sweeter.

  My hot water tank has been busted for over a week now. With my shift work, it’s been damned near impossible to schedule a repair guy to come in and take care of it. I had today off and spent nine hours of it waiting for the service guy to show, but nada. I probably called at least ten times, but each time I got the same story, he would be there. Relax.

  Except he didn’t show. And I’m tired of driving a half hour each way to my sister’s place just to keep clean. I’m at my wit’s end. It’s not like I live in some kind of dump. I just signed all the paperwork on a mortgage for over three hundred grand for a nice house that I’ve busted my ass to buy. It would be nice to actually have hot water come out of the taps for that much cash.

  I realize I
’ve dazed out, the colors of the bottles are all swirled together before my eyes like the collage of hues I used to see in puddles as a child that had a drop of gasoline in them from Dad’s constantly broken down car.

  Giving my head a shake, I focus my eyes and grab a bottle that promises to soothe my tensions away. Something I could definitely use right now. I turn on my heel to hit the checkout line and bump into a man standing behind me, lost in his own daze of indecision. Except he’s staring at a wall of tampons and maxi pads on the opposite side of the aisle.

  “Oops, sorry about that,” I touch my fingertips to where I banged into his shoulder and freeze as our eyes meet. Wow, his blue eyes lock me in place and steal my voice from my throat. My fingers slide over his tight, broad shoulder slowly as we wordlessly stare at each other.

  “That’s okay. Hey didn’t you just move in next door?” recognition flashes in his baby blues and he flashes me a toothy smile.

  “Are you on Norwood Drive?” I search his unfamiliar, handsome face and pull my hand off him, realizing I’m still awkwardly touching him. However, he doesn’t seem to mind a bit. Neither of us step back or try to put space between us. Standing this close to him feels completely natural. Completely comforting. Completely right.

  “I am, sorry I haven’t come over and said hi yet, life has been hectic,” he nods toward the wall of pads and tampons. “I’m Grayson Gallant,” he holds out his thick, white hand and I grasp my dark fingers around it. His shake is firm but gentle.

  “Addison Green, it’s nice to meet you,” I manage to utter the understatement of the year.

  I glance over at the endless selection of feminine products and back to him, dropping his hand. It’s cute how his cheeks are kissed pink as he helplessly flickers his eyes over all the boxes.

  “Do you need help choosing one?” I offer, finally taking a step back from him and turning so we’re both facing the seemingly endless supplies advertising cooling weaves and helpful names like Tampax Pearl. You’d think our periods were the time that we tried out for the Olympics with all the boxes advertising how sporty the options are.