The Beauty's Beast

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Fuck,” I breathe the word and stretch out her walls with my fingers as I relentlessly suck and thrash my tongue against her clit.

  Addison suddenly slaps her hand flat against the tile wall and wraps her other hand around the metal bar holding up the shower curtain. She tugs it down a bit as her entire body quivers and she begins to gasp and moan.

  “Oh my God, Grayson, I’m cumming!” She cries out, screaming my name just like I wanted her to. It won’t be the last time.

  She pants and quakes as I get my feet back under me. Addison looks up at me shyly, but I can’t resist her any longer, grabbing her shoulders, I flip her until she’s facing the tile wall and step in behind her. I quickly fist my cock and bring it to her wet entrance, “Are you on the pill?” I whisper in her ear, somehow managing to stay somewhat responsible despite my desperate need to fuck her.

  “No,” she makes my heart drop and disappointment crash over me, “you’ll need to pull out. I want you to cum on my ass.” She immediately squashes my disappointment as another wave of urgent desire pulses through me.

  “Is that what you want?” I thrust my cock into her and she cries out and tilts her ass back toward me allowing deeper penetration. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I give her full ass a slap and thrust inside her again, deeper this time.

  “You make me want to be bad, Grayson,” she purrs and opens her legs wider so I can fully thrust into her core.

  “God you’re tight, I feel like I’m fucking a virgin,” I grab her hips tight and pump into her.

  “I’m guessing you always feel that way with a dick like that,” she pants.

  The lady has a point.

  Holding her hips, I dig my fingertips into her soft flesh and fuck her hard and fast. Addison’s groans are echoing back from the bathroom walls, ringing like a standing ovation in my ears, cheering me on. I thrust my cock in deep, quick strokes, filling her with all twelve inches. My muscles tighten and my cock twitches as my orgasm tears through me and I somehow remember to pull out. White streaks of my cum land in ropes over her ass and drip onto her brown skin. I cover her ass with my cum, my pearly seed trickling down her ass crack and dripping onto the tub floor.

  Addison moans and rubs my seed into her skin, letting some wash away in the drain and some coat her ass in the sheen.

  “That was amazing,” she turns to face me with a sly smile.

  I kiss her, slowly, our tongues dancing like old lovers at a wedding. I run my hands over her, the animal desire to claim her has passed, but now I want to hold her. To lie with her. To feel her body pressed against mine as we fall asleep in each other’s arms. The water begins to turn cold and Addison jumps with shock at the icy blast.

  We scurry out of the shower in towels that are barely clinging onto our bodies and run to her room.

  “Can you stay a while?” Addison climbs into her bed and pats the space beside her, looking up at me with uncertainty.

  “For as long as you want,” I answer, climbing in next to her.

  “That might be longer than you think,” she teases me and snuggles into my chest as I lie back on her pillow.

  “I hope so,” I murmur, holding her close and letting my eyelids drift closed as I enjoy a moment that no fantasy could ever live up to. As I enjoy perfection.

  THE END

  8

  Rock Hard

  Chapter 1

  I hear the tiny bells on the door twinkle as a customer walks in, but I can’t turn around to see who it is. I’m clinging onto a ladder trying to peel my floor-to-ceiling dedication to Prince from the wall. I may have overdone it with this massive montage to a man that broke my heart when he passed away last year.

  “I’ll be with you in a second,” I call out, clinging onto the edge of the ladder with one hand as I carefully remove the iconic poster of Prince decked out in purple from the record store wall.

  “No worries,” a deep baritone rumbles through me, stirring my interest and waking my soul. “I was just looking for the latest Twilight Sins album, do you guys have it?”

  And that’s the end of that.

  “Twilight Sins?” I step down the ladder, carrying the poster of Prince like an American flag, careful to keep it off the ground as I jump from the bottom rung. I swear, I’m so sick of hearing about that band. Ever since they announced they were playing a hometown show, it’s all anyone has been able to talk about. “No, we only sell good music here. Great music, actually,” I whirl around and my jaw literally drops open as my cheeks flush hot. “Seth?”

  “Ouch,” he holds a tattooed hand over his leather jacket, pretending I shot him in the heart. “That’s pretty harsh, Raine,” his bright blue eyes twinkle.

  “Oh, I didn’t mean you’re not good,” I feel like my tongue is made from cotton as I try to stop my voice from getting squeaky. “It’s just. Well… fuck,” I can feel my face radiating red as my excuses fall flat.

  “Nah, don’t worry about it. I know you’re hard to impress,” he smiles, but it’s not that wide-eyed innocent smile he used to shoot me in high school. Back then when he looked at me, it was the very definition of dorky puppy love. Of course, his braces didn’t help. Neither did his bowl haircut. Or the fact that he was my friend’s little brother.

  Now his smile is sultry, confidence swells around him and draws me in. Of course, the tattoos sprawled over his chest and hands help too.

  “Oh yeah?” I finally answer, realizing that I’m shamelessly staring and him. I suddenly feel shy and tuck my long hair behind my ear as I look down.

  “Yep, that’s why you never gave me the time of day,” he laughs again and I try not to melt.

  Well if I knew you were gonna grow up to look like this, I would’ve! I keep the thought to myself. I’ve made this all awkward enough.

  I clear my throat and try to regain my composure as I roll up the Prince poster I was just admiring. That was before I knew that a real prince would be walking in here.

  “So, you work for Mr. Patterson now? He hasn’t changed this place a bit,” he looks around the old vinyl shop that has been a main-stay in our city since the 60’s.

  “No, actually, I bought it from him,” I slide a rubber band over the poster and meet his eyes again.

  “Really? That’s cool,” he looks around, soaking in the retro store. “It looks the exact same,” he marvels.

  “Yeah, Mr. Patterson still comes in here from time to time, mostly to make sure I haven’t turned it into some kind of hipster espresso bar or something,” I laugh. “I like it the way it is though. You know me and my 80’s music,” I look up at him and wonder if he can see my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

  “Oh, I know,” he runs his hand through his wild, dark hair and down over his slightly scruffy jaw. When I graduated high school and Seth was a sophomore, he could barely grow side burns. Like I said, he grew up.

  It’s not like I didn’t know how sexy he turned out to be. I mean, I have eyes. I’ve seen him on the internet. I’ve seen the album artwork, even if I don’t carry any of their stuff in the shop. But, damn, it’s one thing to stare into the eyes of a picture, and another thing entirely to feel your pulse all the way down to your feet when you see the same guy in person.

  “I bet what you don’t know is the whole reason I got into music was because of your love of all those new wave and hair bands,” his voice is like a deep bass guitar, vibrating in my chest with every beat.

  “What? No you didn’t!” I smile and wait for him to laugh at his joke, but his face is serious.

  “I did.” He holds up three fingers, “Scout’s honor.”

  I put the poster down behind the counter, totally disregarding my rule about no Prince on the floor. “What do you mean?” I walk around to his side of the counter and look up at him. All six feet of him. He definitely wasn’t this tall in high school either. Or so built. Under his open leather jacket, I can see how his skin-tight white shirt is practically painted over his impressive chest and how it’s almost l
icking his cut abs. I feel jealous of his shirt, wishing I could lick his abs instead. Wait, am I drooling. Look at his eyes! Yet, I can’t stop my gaze from traveling down even further still, setting on the bulge resting against his thigh.

  Well, holy shit.

  This time I do look up, like a kid that just got caught trying to sneak some change out of their mother’s purse. The look on his face says it all.

  Busted.

  Seth clears his throat, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes tells me I wasn’t too subtle with my staring. “Yep, remember how I was always trying to impress you. This is gonna sound crazy, but whatever, you were so into music and so not into me, so I took some guitar lessons. I had big dreams of writing you a power ballad or something,” he grimaces. “What can I say, I was a cheesy kid,” he looks down at me.

  Have we been standing this close the whole time? I feel like if I stood on my tip-toes we could almost… kiss. I push the thought from my mind.

  “I don’t think that’s cheesy. It’s incredibly sweet.” I answer honestly.

  “Well, either way, I owe you one. If you hadn’t rejected me so hard in high school, I never would’ve been inspired to find music. Hey,” his face lights up and he clutches my hand in his. A shiver of delight runs down my spine and my nipples pebble at his touch. “I know Twilight Sins isn’t your kind of music,” he smiles.

  “No, it’s not that…”

  Seth holds up his hand and I stop protesting. “It’s all good Raine. The concert is sold out, but I can get you a few VIP tickets, if you’re interested. You could bring some friends along, if you want. I promise, I’ll even do an 80’s cover,” he drops his hand from mine and reaches inside his jacket for something, but all I can think about is how good it felt to hold his hand.

  “I’d love that,” I answer honestly.

  “Great, okay, here’s three passes. That’s all I’ve got. I have the sound check in a bit, so I should head out, but I’ll see you tonight, right?” He walks backward toward the shop door, waiting for me to answer.

  “Absolutely,” I smile and hold up the passes. “Thanks a lot,” I call out as he reaches the door.

  “No, thank you. I mean that,” he winks and then slips out the door to the quiet twinkle of the bells.

  If I didn’t have three passes in my hand right now, I’d think I just dreamed that whole thing. That’s a lot to take in. Just like his cock. The thought whispers in my mind, making me blush again. I don’t mean to lick my lips. I don’t mean to let myself imagine what it would be like to do more than go to his band’s show. What it would be like to have a private show… naked.

  I give my head a shake and stuff the tickets in my pocket. It only takes a minute before I have my jacket on and my keys to lock up, dangling from my fingers. I turn the sign in the window over to ‘Closed’ even though the store is supposed to be open for two more hours. To hell with that! I have a concert to get ready for. Now I’m the one who feels like a love-sick teen as I lock the store and practically bound down the sidewalk, racing to get home.

  Chapter 2

  I smooth my hand over my freshly washed and straightened hair and glance at the VIP entrance nervously. Wheeling around on my heel, I almost bump into Melody and Chris who I’ve brought with me tonight as my guests.

  “Whoa! What are you doing?” Melody steps back in surprise.

  “I just,” I bite my lip, “are you sure I look good enough in this dress,” I nod down at the short, flirty sleeveless number I finally decided on. “You don’t think the yellow looks weird against my hair, do you?”

  Melody rolls her eyes with exasperation. “Seriously? You look like a freaking model. Why is it that girls who look like they’ve been photoshopped have the least amount of confidence? You gotta own it, girl! Be proud of what your mama gave you, men love that!” She smiles at her fiancé, Chris, and for a moment they get lost in a love-struck, hazy world of two.

  “As usual, she’s right,” he doesn’t look at me. Chris always looks at Melody like she’s the only woman he’s ever seen. Like she’s his deepest fantasy come to life and he’s endlessly filled with gratitude for having the chance to be with her. What woman doesn’t want that?

  They give each other a quick smooch and then seem to remember that I’m standing less than a foot away from them, looking back up at me.

  “Listen, for the last time, you look amazing. You know it, I know it, anyone with eyes knows it. Seth’s big cock is gonna tear right through his pants when he sees you, okay?” She smiles and I can’t help but giggle at the visual.

  “Hey, how do you know he’s got a big dick?” Chris pretends to be offended.

  “Oh, like you don’t notice when a girl walks by with huge tits? Come on, I’ve seen you try not to snap your neck checking them out.” She gives him a knowing look.

  “Not true, there’s only one set of tits that I’m interested in. And one beautiful ass. And one gorgeous face…” he kisses her softly and I don’t know whether to gag or feel jealous. Is it possible to do both?

  “Alright, let’s get in there,” Melody stops Chris from turning this into a make-out session with an awkward bystander watching them. “I’m so happy you brought us, Raine, but we’re never going to see the show out here. March!” She orders and I swirl back around, making my way to the special entrance.

  I hold up the pass that Seth gave me a few hours ago and a huge man with glistening ebony skin wearing a tight t-shirt that I could probably use as a bedsheet checks his list.

  “Raine,” his thick finger trails down the sheet as he looks for my name in the printed off list. He flips over the page and I can see something handwritten along the bottom. He taps the paper and looks up at me with his deep brown eyes, “Are these two with you?” He jerks his thumb toward Melody and Chris.

  “Yes, they’re with me,” I smile but he doesn’t return the friendly gesture. Instead he lifts a walkie talkie from his belt and turns his back on me, mumbling into it. I hear the distinctive crackle of whoever he’s speaking to on the other end and he clips it back, letting it hang at his waistline. “All of you can follow me,” he doesn’t explain further or wait around for us.

  The man leads us through the entrance, and down a hall that I can see heads to the stage. Instead of turning off and taking us to the front of the stadium, he leads us through a labyrinth of hallways until we reach a door. He raps against it with his large knuckles and I glance at Chris and Melody, all of us reflecting the same question marks in our eyes as we wait.

  The door opens and my heart races as I see the entire band inside.

  “Seth’s guests have arrived,” the man announces and from the back corner of the room, I see Seth stand up and quickly make his way over. “Raine! Come in,” he leads us inside. “Thanks Tim,” he smiles at the man who led us here and closes the door behind us.

  “Oh my God, is this your dressing room?” Melody squeals and looks like her eyes might fall out of her head as she twists around, soaking the space in.

  “Yeah, it’s where we hang out before the show,” Seth shrugs like the table full of booze and plush sofas aren’t impressive. Along the opposite wall is a massive television and another table set up under it with bowls of random foods. Everything from fried spring rolls to a plate of all pink Starburst is set up.

  Seth follows my gaze over to the strange array of food, “Oh, feel free to help yourself, if you’re hungry. It’s all stuff the band put on the rider, so you might want to pick and choose. Not everyone likes kale salad,” he says loudly over his shoulder to the sandy haired man I recognize as his bass player.

  “Dude, it’s about balance,” the bass guitarist yells to us and throws back a double shot of whiskey.

  “Who are your friends?” Seth steps in closer to me and I can feel the heat radiating from him, warming me.

  I look back at Melody and Chris, I almost forgot they were with me. “Oh, uh, this is Melody,” I point to her, “she loves you guys.”

  “I love you
guys! You’re one of my favorite bands ever,” she echoes my statement.

  “And this is her fiancé, Chris.” I finish the introductions.

  “Hey man, you look familiar,” Seth smiles warmly but I can barely even pay attention because his hand suddenly grazes against mine and it’s as if the entire space around us slips away. All I can feel is his hand just barely touching mine. The little hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the electricity between us sparks.

  “Good memory man,” Chris answers, “we were in a bunch of science classes together in high school.”

  “Cool, well it’s great to see you again,” Seth is so down to earth and sweet. It’s nice to see that his fame and fans haven’t changed him. “Well, feel free to the drinks too, I don’t want Tommy getting too blasted before we’ve got to go on,” he nods at the bass player, working on another shot.

  “Great, thanks,” Melody leads Chris to the table of booze, but my feet stay rooted to the spot. I feel like my body is under the pull of a magnet, or something stronger, maybe more like an orbit. I’m not sure I could move away from Seth if I tried.

  “I’m so glad you came,” he steps into me, looking down at my lips and my heartbeat wildly beats in my ears.

  “I’m glad you invited me,” I answer honestly, looking up at him from under my lashes.

  “You look amazing, but then, you always do,” he drags his finger across my forehead, gathering a loose strand of hair that was dangling out of place and he tucks it behind my ear.

  “Thank you,” I don’t know what else to say. I think the heat blooming through me, covering my cheeks in pink and spreading between my thighs says it all.

  I look over at Chris and Melody by the table of booze. Both of them are sipping a Stella Artois and she’s blatantly watching me like my mom used to watch her favorite soap opera while she slowly folded laundry.