Naughty and Nice

by Sarah J. Brooks

  He laughed softly. “I’m glad you think so.”

  He touched the small of my back as we approached a man wearing a T-shirt.

  “Dean?” the man asked. He had short white hair and was looking us up and down.

  “Yes.” The two men shook hands. “And again, thank you so much for allowing us this night.”

  “No, thank you!” The man grinned widely. “Come with me. I’ve got the perfect spot for you two to sit.”

  The old man led the way out of a normal looking lobby and into another room. My jaw dropped as cold air touched my skin, and a shiver escaped me. If I’d known it was going to be cold, I would have brought a sweater or jacket.

  The elderly man spun to face us with a grin. “As you can tell, it’s quite chilly. We’ve got to keep it at this temperature to keep the ice frozen.” He paused. “But, of course, our VIPs get their very own fur coat.” He reached into a closet and pulled one out for me and one for Dean. He handed them to us and waited as we slipped into them.

  I still couldn’t believe it. An ice restaurant. I shook my head. I would never have thought of it. And apparently, we were VIPs. As the old man led the way into the dining room again, my eyes widened. He had to be shitting me. There was no one else there. I turned to look at Dean, open-mouthed.

  His grin widened as he pulled me into a kiss, and we followed the man to where a single table was set; there was a fake candle lit in the center. The man pulled my chair out and motioned for me to take a seat.

  “Thank you.” I smiled widely.

  “You’re very welcome, ma’am.” He nodded to me then turned his attention to Dean. “Can I get you the wine list?”

  “Please.” Dean nodded.

  I watched the man walk away before rounding on Dean.

  “Did you shut the place down?” I hissed.

  Dean laughed softly. “Yes. I wanted to make sure we had it all to ourselves.”

  I looked around, shaking my head. There was a nice blue glow to everything, and everything that could be was made out of ice, except for the seats of the chairs, thank God. They had fur covering them, so I didn’t have to worry about my butt getting cold—and that would have been a concern I had!

  “They had one in New York, too,” Dean said looking around. “Although this one looks like it is a little newer and a lot nicer.” He turned to look at me. “What do you think of it?”

  “I think it’s fucking amazing,” I admitted.

  I shook my head.

  To think, everything in here was made out of ice. I couldn’t get over it. I wonder if the plates and everything will be made out of ice. No, that would chill everything. That wouldn’t be any good. I let out a soft laugh. “I think it’s amazing, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

  Dean stared at me, taken aback.

  “I’m … I’m glad you think that.”

  I laughed softly, looking away from him, and instead studied the bar that was across the room. The old man came out of another room with menus in his hand and two glasses. My heart skipped a beat. They were made of ice. I could tell that much from all the way over here.

  He closed the distance between us quickly and placed the two glasses down in front of us. “Here are your menus.” He handed us each one and then handed Dean another. “And the wine list; if you have any questions, please let me know.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll give you a little while to think about it.”

  As he walked away, Dean looked at me. “Do you care what kind of wine we get? I don’t think I’ve ever asked if you have a favorite.”

  I laughed. “No, and I don’t. I really could not care less what kind of wine we get.”

  Dean grinned. “Good, ’cause I’m really not a wine fan. How about beer, instead?”

  “Sounds perfect.” I laughed, opening my menu and looking down at all the options. I bit my lip.

  How much did he spend on this night? I wondered. I tried to shake off the question. I mean, I was sure he hadn’t spent anything too crazy on it, right? But still, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to. I knew money was a factor in our relationship. Meaning he had lots, and I had none.

  “Do you know what you want?” His voice snapped me back to reality. “I was thinking the steak and fries, what were you thinking?”

  “Same.”

  Letting out a deep breath, I watched the warm breath enter the air and laughed softly. This had to be the coldest I was ever going to get in Las Vegas.

  The old man came back over to us with a smile. “Did you have long enough?”

  Both Dean and I ordered the steak along with the fries. Thankfully, the plates that they were served on were not made of ice. But then the elderly man did bring us leather gloves and brought out a bottle of wine for us. I grinned, taking a sip from my ice glass.

  “This is so fucking cool.” I couldn’t stop looking around before I pulled out my cell phone and started taking pictures. I had to show this to Katie. Maybe she could get her boyfriend to bring her here sometime. I bet she would love it, I thought.

  “So it was a good idea? I wasn’t quite sure if it would be your cup of tea or no.”

  “Oh, it so is my cup of tea.” I smiled at him, slipping my shoe off and resting my foot on his uppermost thighs under the table. “I can’t wait to thank you for it.”

  In the soft blue light of the room, I could see his eyes sparkle. Despite the fact it was chilly in here—even with the coats on—I felt a tingle of heat rush through my body, down my spine, and desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed dryly; I couldn’t wait to get out of here, as much as I wanted to stay and enjoy it.

  “I can’t wait until we get home.”

  Dean cleared his throat as he pressed his crotch against me. I swallowed, thinking about his hard cock in his pants, pressing to get out.

  *

  I watched her eyes shine as she pressed her foot against me. My cock was getting bigger, pressing against my jeans, and I blew out a deep breath.

  “I can’t wait until we get home.” A wide grin spread across her face as her foot pressed against me. I cleared my throat and pushed away from her.

  “We should, uh, take some pictures of the place,” I said.

  I knew it was a lame thing to say, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take her teasing. Becca’s grin widened.

  “What kind of pictures do you want to take?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and looking around.

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “I meant ones you could show your mother.” After all, this place probably had a video camera somewhere in it. Becca laughed.

  “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing.” She pushed her chair out and stood. “You’re right though, pictures are a great idea.”

  *

  I hadn’t seen Dean this flustered in a long time, and I had to admit, I was really enjoying it. I liked the idea of him needing to do something other than sitting at the table, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. As we walked towards a small nook in the wall that looked like it was supposed to be a cave, I paused, grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stop. The fact was this place was made to be entertainment, so there were lots of places to take good pictures.

  “How about here?” Without another word, I stepped in front of him and pulled out my phone. I pressed my body against him, pulling him closer as I shook my hips ever so slightly against him.

  “You’re a tease,” he whispered in my ear, placing a soft feathery kiss along my neck. I bit back a moan as I got the camera ready.

  We both stopped teasing long enough to take the picture before he spun me around and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. He stepped away. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to take you right here and now.”

  “Who says that isn’t what I want?”

  “I didn’t think you’d want to get kicked out before we got our food.” He laughed softly. His hand touched the small of my back, trailing down gently. “Oh.” He pulled his hand away from me as the elderly man came back into t
he room with a basket of breadsticks.

  “I see you are making use of all the photo opportunities!” The man beamed. “We thought they would be popular.”

  “It was a very good idea,” Dean said as we returned to the table.

  “I brought you something to snack on while we get your dinner to you.”

  Dean and I slid back into our chairs.

  “Thank you so much!”

  The elderly man bowed his head without another word and headed back towards what I assumed was the kitchen. I grinned, taking a bite of the breadsticks; I had to admit, they were some of the best breadsticks I’d ever tasted.

  Chapter Seven

  “Okay, so that was pretty fucking amazing.” I grinned as we made our way up the steps to his door.

  “You think so?”

  I nodded as he unlocked his door.

  “Well, there is one more than that you might like.” Dean smiled, pushing the door open and flicking on the light before he stepped inside and out of my way.

  “What the …” I stared down at the small white thing on the floor and then looked up at Dean before gazing into the room again. Flower petals? I laughed softly, my hand covering my mouth as it fell open. This had to be a joke, right?

  I followed the trail of white petals from the living room to the bedroom. “How the fuck did you do this?” I spun to face Dean just outside of the bedroom in the dark hallway.

  “I got a little help from a friend.”

  “Who? How?” I shook my head trying to understand everything.

  Dean laughed. “Melina dropped them off; she did all this work.”

  “She did an amazing job.”

  “She’s a damn good friend.”

  Dean spun me around and pushed me towards the bedroom, flicking the light on behind me.

  “Holy shit.”

  I stood there frozen. The bed was covered in white flower petals and a couple of red ones. They popped against the black bedding. I stood there frozen, not because of the amazing effort and the thought of how many flowers there had been and how much work both of them would have had to put this together, but because there was a small red box in the center of the bed.

  “Just for the record, she um … she didn’t help me pick that out.” He paused.

  *

  “So if it sucks, it’s all my fault.” The second I said it, I felt like a moron. I closed my eyes, wishing I could take it back.

  She just stood there, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I gave her a soft push towards the bed, which seemed to get her moving. She crossed over to the bed and grabbed the box. My heart did a back flip. Oh, please like it. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles as I joined her and watched her lift the lid on the box.

  She gasped, staring down at the bracelet. I figured a ring would be too big, too strange to give her after such a small amount of time, but the necklace seemed … like the kind of gift that a 14-year-old boy gets his first girlfriend. So I went with the bracelet.

  “So…?” I asked after waiting a couple of seconds. “Do you like it?”

  *

  I stared down at the thick silver bracelet embedded with green gems and shook my head. How could he even ask if I liked it?

  “It’s amazing,” I whispered. “I … I can’t tell you how much I love it.” I turned to face Dean just in time to see relief wash over his face.

  “I’m glad … I have to admit I had a hard time deciding on something for you though I figured you wouldn’t like anything too big or dramatic.”

  “Simple is always better.” I slipped the bracelet on, stared at it on my wrist as Dean did the latch up for me, and then gazed at him.

  “Tonight was … all of this …” I tried to figure out how to put it into words. I couldn’t. What am I even supposed to say? Thank you didn’t cover it nearly enough, and I knew that. A simple thank you would never show him how much any of this meant to me.

  After a couple of seconds, I gave up trying to put it into words.

  My lips crashed against his, and my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him close to me.

  He backed away with raised eyebrows and grinned “That’s a nice way to say thank you.”

  “Shut up.” I smiled, pulling him back into my arms and straddled his legs as my lips crashed against his again.

  Dean drew me closer to him, his teeth grazing my lower lip, nibbling gently. I moaned softly, my nails digging into his shoulders as I pushed him down onto the bed softly.

  His eyes sparkled as they locked on mine.

  I didn’t dare look away from him as my hand traced over his muscular chest. I bit back a moan as his fingers dug into my lower back, and he pulled away just enough to place soft feathery kisses along my neck. My eyes closed as he rolled me onto my back, holding himself above me, his knees resting between my legs. A moan passed through my lips as his hand slipped up my shirt, and he pushed my bra aside as he massaged my breast.

  I reached for his belt and had it undone in a fraction of a second.

  Dean grinned, pulling away just enough to unbutton my jeans and slide them off me. His eyes roamed over my body as I sat up and slipped out of my shirt. I lay in front of my boyfriend in red lace panties and a matching bra and then grinned, sitting up and grabbing his shirt. I pulled him towards me and nipped his neck playfully.

  Dean let out a soft moan as he grabbed my wrists and pushed me down on the bed, pinning my arms above my head. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart racing as I stared up at him waiting to see what he would do next.

  A wide grin spread across his face as he moved off the bed, letting go of me. I sat up, watching him stroll over to his dresser. My head tilted to the left. “What are you doing?”

  “I bought you something; I think now would be a good time to give it to you.”

  I raised an eyebrow. What could he be giving me that would be good to give to me now? It had to be dirty, right?

  I grinned widely watching him, waiting for him to pull something out of his drawer. He grabbed a small black box that almost looked like a pen box. I perked up as he crossed over to the bed and held the box out for me.

  “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a bracelet?” I gave a warm smile, my gaze locking on his beautiful eyes as I took the box from him, forcing myself to look down at it as I pulled the lid off. Staring at ,the contents, my jaw dropped slightly. It was gorgeous.

  “Real diamonds.”

  He had to be joking!

  I stared down at the black bullet vibrator. The top was covered in small stones, but I would never have thought they would be real diamonds, though. I stared down at it with wide eyes trying to process the fact that I now had a sex toy that probably cost more than my rent.

  “Well, I hope it works good.” I grinned as I pulled it out of the box, and Dean took it from me.

  “Let’s figur it out.” He pressed the button for a couple seconds as it kicked in. I could hardly hear the sound of it as I spread my legs, and Dean’s hand moved towards my pussy.

  I gasped the second the vibrator touched me. My eyes rolled back instantly as the vibrations moved me so close to the edge. I moaned, my toes curling in pleasure and swallowed dryly as my eyes snapped open.

  “So, how does it work?”

  Based on the pleasure in his voice, he already knew how well it worked. I returned his grin.

  “Pretty good.” I bit my lip, my body arching towards it as he pulled it away.

  “Only pretty good?”

  “Really good,” I corrected myself.

  Dean handed the vibrator to me, and I took it quickly, resting it against my clit. I blew out a deep breath as my body relaxed, feeling the vibrations against my clit.

  Dean pushed himself off the bed, watching me pull the vibrator away and push my panties to the side. Before I could put the vibrator back in place, Dean was between my legs with his pants off, and his thick cock twitched as he moved closer to me.

  My eyes locked on him as his head touched my folds.
My eyes rolled back as he pushed into me gently, and I gasped, resting the vibrator against my clit as he reached out and took my free hand.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and harder. I moaned. Dean squeezed my hand gently as he thrust, faster and faster. The vibrator buzzed against my clit.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I moaned louder, reaching out and grabbing him with my free hand. I pulled him close to me, and my lips touched his for a fraction of a second. “Harder.” My teeth grazed his lip as I let go of him, and he thrust harder and harder. My hand reached between my legs, touching the base of his cock.

  Dean let out a deep breath. Harder and harder.

  “Oh, God yes.” My eyes rolled back as my mind focused solely on the pleasure, and I moaned louder.

  Harder and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I let the vibrator drop onto the bed beside us after turning it off and used my fingers. Circling my clit faster and faster. I was so close and knew it.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Dean thrust into me faster and faster. Harder and harder. A deep breath passed through his lips as he let out his own groan of pleasure.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My fingers kept pace with Dean’s thrust. Faster and faster, I massaged myself.

  Everything went a hazy white as my hips bucked, and I gasped as pleasure overwhelmed my body. I gasped and could feel my orgasm so close. I cried out in pleasure.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  “Oh, fuck.” My toes curled as a wave of pleasure crashed through me, then another and another. I gasped for breath, my hips grinding against Dean’s as he gasped, thrusting into me faster and faster. He squeezed my hand gently as his free hand moved to my hips and pulled me closer.

  Stroke.

  I gasped as he thrust into me harder.

  Stroke.

  Harder.

  I moaned louder. Another wave of pleasure surged through my body, then another and another. My fingers massaged my clit softly, my hips bucking again.

  Another wave of pleasure surged through my body, this time, softer, and then another softer wave. I gasped for breath as Dean thrust into me softly, letting out a deep sigh.