Fractured Fairy Tales: A SaSS Anthology

by Amy Marie

  She licks her lips again, and I swear to fuck if they aren’t wrapped around me soon, I’m going to lose my damn mind. Inching closer, she grasps my cock near the base, raising an eyebrow when her fingers barely wrap halfway around. I smirk, reaching down and guiding her other hand to the opposite side.

  “You’re quite the handful, Mr. Knight.”

  “And more than a mouthful, Miss Ellis. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  She doesn’t answer. Instead, she holds my gaze, offering a small smile seconds before bending down and licking the head of my cock. All I can do is suck air through my teeth and tip my head back.

  Dear God…

  “The question, Mr. Knight, is, are you?” Before I can answer, she parts her lips and takes all of me into her mouth. I grip the couch cushion and squeeze my eyes shut, unable to form a coherent sentence as she bobs up and down on my dick. Her mouth is warm and wet, and I swear to shit, I see stars.

  Motherfucking stars.

  But it’s too fast. Too intense. If she doesn’t slow down…

  Opening my eyes, I glance down at her to see her mouth and hands working in tandem. She’s focused and determined, and my heart swells along with my dick, but it’s all wrong. This is all wrong.

  I reach down and cup her cheek, adding just enough pressure to get her attention but not enough to hurt her. Immediately, she stops her ministrations and looks up at me, my length sliding out of her mouth. God, she looks beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed, with leftover mascara from last night and tears staining them. Tears caused from trying to please me. From trying to give me what she thinks I want.

  I could stare at her like this for hours.

  “Am I doing something wrong?” she asks. She looks horrified, and I want to shake her and hug her both at the same time.

  “Cyn…”

  “I know you’re used to more-experienced women. I’m—I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t you dare apologize to me.” Hooking my finger under her chin, I tilt her face up, forcing her to look at me. “You’re perfect. What I’m used to is irrelevant. All I care about is what I want, and that’s you, Cyn.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing. We’re learning about each other, and that includes our more intimate preferences. Nobody goes into this with a handbook, baby.” She giggles, and the sound causes that fluttery feeling in my chest again. “To answer your question, no, you aren’t doing anything wrong. I just don’t want this to be over before it starts. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  A flush rushes from her neck to her cheeks. “Yes. I think so.”

  “Okay, then. If you still want to do this, I’m going to show you exactly what I like.” She nods, and I encircle one of her wrists and kiss her palm before placing it on my thigh. “You’ll need to brace yourself, love.” Cyn’s eyes widen, but to her credit, she doesn’t back down. Taking her other hand, I wrap it tightly around the base of my cock and cover it with mine while stroking myself. “Hard and rough, just like that.”

  “Okay.”

  She continues the pace, and my breathing grows heavy as I lean forward and tangle my other hand in her long hair. “I’m going to guide you. When you take me in, open your throat. It’ll help your gag reflex. When you pull up, hollow your cheeks and suck hard. Don’t forget to take a break and swirl your tongue around the tip.”

  “That’s a lot to remember.”

  “I’m guiding you, remember? We’re in this together, Cyn. You could just sit there and do what you’re doing right now, and I’ll come. So, what do you say, Miss Ellis? Want to have some fun?”

  A slow grin spreads across her face, and her grip tightens. “I’m at your service, Mr. Knight.”

  Baby, you have no idea.

  I wink. “Open.” She obeys, and I guide her onto my cock. This time, I control the pace, starting a slow, steady rhythm. Cyn does exactly as I instructed, stroking me hard while relaxing enough that I feel myself hit the back of her throat.

  And I swear, my eyes roll back in my head.

  “Fuck, that’s good.” I tug harder on her hair, pushing and pulling her onto me with more force as my hips thrust upward. She’s keeping up with my movements and we’re completely in sync.

  Perfectly aligned.

  I think about what we must look like out here in the open. High above the streets of New York City—a perfect angel on her knees sucking off the prince of Manhattan. Just the thought sends a bolt of electricity down my spine and my balls tighten. Every muscle in my body contracts at one time, and I feel like a pot about to boil over.

  “Cyn, baby, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to…”

  I throw my head back and growl, the words lost as she moves her hand from my thigh and cups my balls again, massaging them gently while hollowing her cheeks and forming such an intense suction on my dick that I almost black out.

  “Jesus fuck!” I roar as I explode rope after rope of hot release down her throat. It doesn’t seem to end, and the more I come, the more she swallows. Finally, I feel my body jerk one last time, and I collapse against the back of the couch.

  I’ve barely caught my breath when a soft pair of lips press against my cheek. I pop open one eye and see Cyn sitting beside me, grinning like she’s just won the lottery. “You were right. You are more than a mouthful, Mr. Knight. However, I look forward to putting what I’ve learned to future use.”

  Growling, I tuck my cock back inside my sweatpants and grab her around the waist to haul her onto my lap. “If another man even thinks about touching you, he’ll lose his dick and every other appendage.”

  She straddles me and laughs. “My, my, someone’s possessive all of a sudden.”

  “Brunch is served.”

  Cyn lets out a yelp and scrambles off my lap. I don’t budge, choosing instead to raise both eyebrows in question at my housekeeper’s ill timing. However, Bonnie ignores me and makes her way across the terrace, placing a tray of eggs, fruit, and cheeses in front of us.

  Cyn is practically drooling. “This looks delicious, Bonnie. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Miss Ellis. It’s my pleasure.”

  I know my housekeeper. Probably too well. That smile plastered on her face isn’t because she’s proud of her famous breakfast soufflé.

  As Cyn grabs a fork and digs into her plate, I narrow my eyes at my most trusted employee.

  I lean forward, lowering my voice to barely a whisper. “Could you be more obvious?”

  “Could you be louder?” she retorts, pursing her lips.

  We stare at each other for a few more moments before a smile breaks across my face that matches hers.

  I’m too happy to care that my housekeeper heard me getting blown.

  “That’ll be all, Bonnie,” I tell her, sitting back and draping an arm around Cyn. “Thank you.”

  Picking up the dirty pastry trays, she winks. “Carry on, sir.”

  Oh, I plan to, Bonnie. I plan to.

  Chapter 14

  Cyn

  “I can’t eat another bite,” I say, falling backward into the cushions of the couch. “I’m stuffed.”

  “Are you?” A devilish twinkle enters Kellen’s gaze. “Too heavy an appetizer for you, baby?”

  This man’s ego knows no bounds. But I have to admit, it’s pretty well earned. I’m about to reply when his pocket starts buzzing.

  Pulling out his phone, he glances at the screen and ignores the call.

  Seeing the device reminds me that I left mine back at my apartment. The clutch I brought with me last night was only big enough for my cards and a key. Since I had the evening off, it hadn’t struck me as necessary to bring much else.

  Now, I can’t help but wonder how many times Kota has called to demand something from me.

  My lips curl. Sorry, sis. I’m busy. And I don’t feel at all guilty about it.

  “That’s a fun look,” Kellen murmurs, canting his head. “Reminds me of an angel thinking devious thoughts.”

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�More like defiant thoughts,” I correct with a grin. “I left my phone at home.”

  “Do you need to borrow mine?”

  “Nope.” My lips pop on the p and my smile broadens. “Kota can fend for herself. I’m taking the weekend off.”

  “Oh?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. “And what are your plans, Miss Ellis?”

  “Hmm, now those might have deviant intent,” I reply, shifting to straddle him. Something about this man inspires my boldness. Perhaps it’s the fact that this all feels like a dream, the reality of it so far beyond my wildest imagination that I can’t help but play out every aspect of it to the fullest.

  One palm settles on my waist while the other hooks the back of my neck, tugging me forward until my breasts meet his chest. “Walk me through your ideal plans, and I’ll see if they’re similar to mine.”

  “Well, first I need a shower,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Am I’m hoping you’ll let me borrow your shampoo and soap.”

  “Yeah?” His eyes begin to smolder. “That’ll necessitate you using my shower, as I don’t think I have any in the guest area.”

  I nod, pretending to consider. “If you insist.”

  “That’s not my only requirement.”

  “Oh?” I brush my lips against his because I want to and because I can. “What else do you require, Mr. Knight?”

  “You. In my bed. Naked. Writhing. Screaming my name.” His grip tightens. “And when I’m thoroughly satisfied with the results, then you can borrow my shampoo and shower. No exceptions.”

  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a harsh negotiator?” I tease, my mouth whispering over his with each word.

  “Every day, Miss Ellis.” He squeezes my neck. “Now, do we have a deal?”

  “Only if you promise me one additional item in return.”

  “Name it.”

  “I get to be on top at least once.” His dominant tendencies are clear, but something about watching him come undone while I ride him into oblivion appeals to me. I want to watch his gaze flame with need, his lips part as he explodes, and collapse on him afterward with a sigh of content.

  The image is so vivid in my mind that my thighs clench in expectation.

  “At least once,” he repeats, grinning. “Does that mean we’re fucking all weekend, Miss Ellis? Because I have a lot of positions I intend to put you in.”

  “I’m yours until Monday,” I tell him, not giving a damn that I’ve essentially run away from my life. If I’m going to indulge in the fantasy, I want it to last as long as possible. Because I’m under no outlandish beliefs that there’s a future here. As Kellen said, he’s not a saint. And while I typically prefer monogamy over a one-weekend affair, I can’t resist this enigma of a man.

  I want him.

  He wants me.

  We’re both consenting adults.

  Might as well enjoy the experience while it lasts.

  “Take me to bed, Mr. Knight,” I whisper, pressing my mouth firmly against his. If he wants to kick me out before Monday, so be it. But I’m starting this now.

  His tongue parts my lips on a groan, the palm at my waist slipping to my lower back and down to my ass.

  I’m airborne a second later, my legs encircling his hips as he carries me into the penthouse to the wing I haven’t seen yet. If Bonnie is nearby, she doesn’t intervene. Not that it would stop Kellen. I can tell by the way he’s kissing me that nothing is going to come between us now, not even that vibration from his pocket.

  He tosses his phone onto a mahogany dresser, one hand still on my backside. I cling to him as if I need him to breathe, and I sort of do because his mouth hasn’t left mine since our kiss began on the terrace.

  God, this man.

  This beautiful, intelligent, confident man.

  His tongue is a prayer and a curse against my own, claiming me in a way no one has ever dared to. I feel possessed by him, utterly under his control, and his to do with as he pleases.

  Which he does.

  Starting with dropping me on his bed and yanking the shirt off over my head. He pushes me down, leaving my legs to dangle off the mattress as he leans over me, caging me beneath a wall of hot, hard male.

  I gasp, my heart beating impossibly fast in my chest as his lips close around one of my nipples to suck deep into his mouth.

  “Kellen,” I moan, my fingers threading through his thick, dark hair.

  He switches to my other breast, adding a bite that has me soaking his boxers straight through. I want them off, my body overheating from the fabric still covering the place I desire him most. But he’s relentless, kissing and nibbling every inch of my skin as if committing it to memory, until finally he begins to trace a path lower.

  I squirm.

  He nips my hip bone in response, then presses his nose to the apex between my thighs. “Mmm, I do like the way you’ve scented my clothing, princess. Now it’s time to saturate my bed in a similar perfume.”

  The boxers disappear, leaving me naked before him.

  He steps between my legs that are still hanging off his bed. “This is a first for me,” he says, his fingers lightly skimming up and down my sides.

  “Making a woman wet in your clothes?” I ask, inhaling sharply as his touch moves to my pussy, his thumb pressing down on my clit. “Kellen.” I arch into him, my brain fracturing beneath the onslaught of pleasure that single stroke brings to me.

  “That,” he says, and I have no idea what he’s talking about, “and having a woman in my bed.”

  He releases me to step back and remove his sweatpants.

  I lick my lips in anticipation, the memory of his taste taunting my senses. Speaking of firsts… “I’ve never swallowed for a man until you,” I tell him, my hands fisting the comforter as he gives his cock a thorough stroke. “Never wanted to.” Not that my experience is all that vast, but that’s beside the point. With Kellen, I desire things I never knew to desire.

  Such as now—I want him to take me bare.

  He won’t because he shouldn’t. But the urge is there despite the wrong nature of it.

  Kellen Knight is going to destroy me, I think, swallowing. And there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

  He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out an unopened box of condoms. Showing them to me, he smirks. “I hope these haven’t expired.” He makes quick work of the packaging, a pack appearing between his fingertips in a matter of seconds that feel like minutes.

  I want him inside me despite knowing it’s going to hurt.

  Our foreplay started a week ago, and I am ready for the real show to begin.

  Except, rather than put on the condom, he inserts the foil packet between my lips. “Hold on to this for me and don’t drop it.”

  My eyebrows rise at the challenge, then furrow as he captures my hands and presses them into the bed on either side of my head.

  “Don’t move.”

  What? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t ask it without dropping the condom.

  Something sinister dances in his gaze as he grasps my knees. “I mean it, Cyn. If you move, I’ll start over.” He bends my legs upward until my heels hit the mattress, spreading me obscenely for his viewing pleasure.

  I hiss out a breath through my nose, my teeth clenching around the foil tainting my mouth.

  What is he—

  Oh… Oh, fuck!

  I nearly lose my balance and my mind as his lips seal around my aching clit.

  No warning.

  No gentle stroking.

  Just his mouth and my swollen flesh, and it’s enough to tighten all the muscles in my back. I want to scream and to arch off the bed at the same time, the impact leaving me dizzy and without an outlet.

  If I move, he’ll start over.

  And I believe that threat.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if he made us both dress again, go back outside, and begin from the terrace couch. He’s just that maniacal. I can see it in the way he’s
watching me intently, waiting for me to mess this up.

  Not going to happen, I tell him with my eyes.

  He seems to take that as a challenge, inserting two fingers inside me at once and sinking so deep I swear he’s in my damn womb. It should hurt, but it doesn’t. He’s stroking that mysterious place inside of me none of my exes could ever find, one I swore was a myth until I bought a toy that proved otherwise.

  So not thinking about that right now.

  Not with his tongue swirling around my nub like it’s a damn ice cream cone.

  His talents know no bounds, and he proceeds to prove that by bringing me to the brink of insanity and stopping just before I’m able to fly off the edge.

  “Now you’re dripping and ready for me,” he murmurs, taking the condom from my nearly numb lips. His eyebrow quirks as he notices the teeth marks in the packaging.

  “Stop teasing and fuck me,” I demand before he can say anything about it. Because so help me, if he doesn’t get that dick inside me, I’m going to climb him like a tree and impale myself on him—without the condom.

  He chuckles and rips the packet open, then slides the rubber on with the ease of a male used to wrapping his tool. I should be pleased about that. But a petty part of me wants to evaluate it.

  Not now.

  Now with him grabbing my hips and finding my— “Yes,” I hiss as he sinks into me without drawing it out any longer. His standing position between my thighs allows him to go deeper than any other male of my previous acquaintance. Or maybe that’s just Kellen.

  Doesn’t matter.

  Not with him filling me so entirely.

  I bow off the bed, my heels slipping out beneath me.

  Kellen grabs my hip and angles me appropriately, then leans down to grasp my neck and haul me into a seated position. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms circling his neck, and his lips crash into mine.

  He stops moving, his cock fully lodged inside me, his tongue dominating my mouth.

  I groan in frustration, needing more, but he’s content to prolong the embrace.

  It makes me regret going down on him because all it did was improve his stamina, something I suspect he didn’t need.