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White Stallions-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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PRINCE
CHARMING : 3 WHITE STALLIONS
Oh *NO*.
That simply won't do- not tonight- not any night.
*No one*
walks away from William the Bloody until *William* says so.
I move so
I'm kneeling right behind her. I stretch my legs around her, so she's sitting between
them- my cock hard against her sweet ass.
I wrap my
arms tightly around her and pull her back against my chest and immediately
start massaging her tits and softly kissing her shoulders. "Don't be like
that, Luv."
I kiss
her again and say, "Don't wanna bite anyone but you tonight, Cordelia. I
wanna drink your pleasure while I feel it around me. Pet- it could be *so*
amazing for you..."
I guess
I'm just a romantic at non-beating heart.
"Yeah
right, amazing," I say, trying not to think about how amazing his hands
his lips and tongue are ... No. "Amazing, right before I either died or
became a vampire? No thanks. I'm not interested."
"I
promise I wouldn't take much- just enough to let you feel how amazing it is.
But... if you don't want that blinding pleasure, I understand." Liar, but
if it works... then when in Rome...
"Yeah
right, amazing," I say, trying not to think about how amazing his hands
his lips and tongue are ... No. "Amazing, right before I either died or
became a vampire? No thanks. I'm not interested."
"Why
should I trust you?" I reply. Not what I should've said. I should've just
said no and then we could have gotten to the fucking. But no, I had to give him
yet another opening to persuade me.
Maybe
I should die my hair blonde. Then I'd be *exactly* like Harmony.
"Why
*have* you?"
He's
not supposed to be logical. He's supposed to be evil and someone I want to kill
*for* being evil. Not sweet, and generous in bed and--
"I
don't know," I sigh.
But I
do know. I did because caught me by surprise, by being so NOT what everyone had
told me he was like. By not ever threatening me once. By actually making me
forget he was a demon. But then the fangs came out and I remembered. And true,
even then he stopped and he didn't hit any major arteries... Why couldn't he
have just acted like a normal vampire?
"Because
you *know* me, Cordelia," I whisper. "I'm in your blood- in you, more
than I ever was tonight. You *know* I speak the truth, just like you. I have
something *you* want," I say, rubbing my cock against her. "You have
something *I* want," I lick my way up to her neck and the main artery
contained within. "And just 'cause we sate our needs right now- doesn't
mean we won't wanna come back."
I step up
my massaging of her chest, to her entire body- thighs, arms, shoulders,
stomach, lower back... "And if we wanna come back- then we both have to be
here, just. like. now. Your pulsing inferno ready to take me in."
"Please...
NO." Damn it, what is wrong with me? I pull free, somehow... I guess he
wasn't expecting it - and slide over to the other side of the bed. "Even
if you were right that I want it, that's all it is. *Want.* Not need, it's just
lust-driven stupidity. That doesn't mean I'm going to give into the stupidity."
But
the truth is I'm *really* close to giving in. He's very persuasive. Even more
than I first realized. I should never have invited him in. I should've run
screaming the second he came into the courtyard tonight. And I really should
NEVER have fucked him.
"Don't
you ever just want to take what you *want*, Pet? Don't you think you deserve a
little mind-numbing pleasure? To feel your entire body shake so violently, that
you actually depart for just a second- to watch your float above your own body?
Why are you gonna deny yourself that? Because I could kill you? I could have
already, Luv. But I haven't. Have I?"
"No..."But
I don't get *that* about him either. "But don't you want to?" And no,
it's probably not brilliant to ask the vampire why he's not trying to kill me.
But I really want to know and well, Cordelia's too used to asking for and
getting what she wants.
"No,"
I state honestly.
I
think I already knew that. But it doesn't hurt to hear it from him. Even though
I shouldn't be believing him. But this is really getting annoying. I made my
choices, they haven't proven to be *too* stupid.
Yet.
"I
have a commercial shoot today," I say. "I can't have scars to cover
up..." Lame excuse, now that I say it out loud.
I lick
her neck again and trail one finger on the underside of her breast. "Right
here- never leaves a mark," I whisper.
I kiss
her ear a bit and then rub my cock against her tight ass- "*Or*... you
could give me something *else* you've never given anyone."
I
pull away and look at him. And let's see... how can I put this strongly enough?
"Not in this lifetime. And I do mean lifetime in *your* terms," I
say.
He
almost had me on the biting thing, though. But I'm definitely not going to give
in and make him think I'm letting him threaten me into it.
"Didn't
say it was a *good* choice- although it can be pretty effin' amazing..."
"Even
less interested in that than the biting option." And where the hell did
that come from? I just basically admitted that I was considering letting him
bite me. "And I'm not interested in that, at all, so ..." I'm just
going to be quiet now. I always hated it when Xander rambled, I really hope
this doesn't mean I've picked up that habit from him.
"Fine,"
I shrug and stand up. I've got an hour until I gotta be in for the day, an hour
and a half if I stay in the alleys. I *was* rather hoping I'd spend the day
here *in* her. But-
"It's
been-" extraordinary? Magnificent? The third best I've ever had? The best
thing in my miserable bloody world right now? "fun."
I move to
grab my jeans and- "BLOODY HELL!!!!" I scream. She shrieks and I grab
it and twist it's neck. Damn rats.
Oh
that's just great. Cockroaches *and* rats. "You're leaving?" I ask.
Not that I really want him to stay. It's just that he's strong and can do that
neck breaking thing. Which happens to be really handy on rodents.
"I
don't get you. I'm offering you a great fuck and you're leaving, instead."
And that *is* a definite first.
I throw
the rat out the window and then pull my jeans on as she talks.
"Yeah,
well, my fangs are itching for something warm."
"So
much for 'don't want to bite anyone but you, Cordelia'," I snort.
"Fine. Get out." I don't know why I'm trying to get him to stay,
anyway. This had to end eventually. Better now than later after I have more
things to be irritated with myself for.
He
really gave up a bit too soon, though. I was just about to let him bi--
"EEEEW!" I scream, as a cockroach skitters across my bed. I dart off
the bed and throw a shoe at it, yelling, "FUCKING STINGY LYING
SUPERINTENDENT!" Hopefully that loud enough for the super to hear me. And
I'm looking for a new place to live, as of tomorrow.
The shoe
misses and I grab a nail file from the dresser and throw it, pinning the thing
to the wall across the room.
Damn, I'm
good.
She looks
at me relieved and disgusted all at once. Cor, she's beautiful.
"I
meant it- what I said. But I wanna kill *everyone* but you, right now. You
can't just be a fang tease, Pet."
I slam my
hand on the dresser, killing another cockroach. "Want me to scare the
super a bit? I could rough him up."
"Way
too tempting." Did I say that out loud. "But no. If you're that
hungry... and you want to come back after..." I can NOT believe I'm saying
this. "... I'll let you back in afterward."
Huh? Is
the first thing that comes to mind.
Interesting,
is the second.
He
looks surprised and he's not the only one. "And about the biting thing...
Maybe you're used to girls just falling all over you and doing whatever you
want. But I'm not like that and I won't ever be. What you call being a tease
and what others call being a bitch is just me protecting myself. I wouldn't
have lasted as long as I did in Sunnydale, if I hadn't been this way. And I
definitely wouldn't last an hour in L.A without that protective instinct."
I pull my
t-shirt on and I'm already sweating again. Damn heat wave.
I suppose
she makes sense. *I* certainly understand what one must do to survive.
And she
won't ever be?
That
sounds a bit to me like... she's going to *not* be falling all over me for a
while, which is *also* interesting.
"You
*could* come *with* me, Luv," I say quietly, looking for my Docs.
"Come...
wh--EEEEEEEWWWWW!" Rat. I jump onto the nearest thing, which happens to be
Spike, and hear a crunch as he stomps the rat under his boot. "Okay, gross
just isn't a strong enough reaction," I say. "But I'm glad you were
here to do it."
"I
agree, Pet. Rats are more for Peaches, not me," I say, realizing that
she's jumped up in my arms and if I bent down- I could suckle one of her-
"Sure
you don't want me talk to your super?"
This
is the wrong time to ask me something like that. "I... no. I'll just move.
Somewhere."
I'm
still in his arms, but I don't want to move. Well... I want to move... like
this... I whimper as I grind my hips against his, the denim rubbing my
sensitive sex. "What did you mean I could come with you?" I won't
take him up on the offer; I'm just curious whether he really meant it.
"Come,"
I say, thrusting my hips against her once. "With," twice.
"Me," thrice.
Shit.
I moan as I feel myself getting wetter. I wonder if he can feel that now... Or
if he realized it, like he said, for the past... it seems like hours since I
last came.
"If
I did... you'd just want to kill me, eventually," I say. "I think
I've had that effect on all the guys I've been with. But in your case, it
wouldn't be as hard to actually accomplish it."
I
should have made him leave a long time ago. Now it's just getting less and less
like a one-night stand. Although I've never had one of those before, so it just
figures I wouldn't do one well. But it has to be a one-time thing. Doesn't it?
Of course it does. This is Spike, a soulless demon, and even if I forget it
temporarily, I can't forget it permanently. At least I don't think I can.
"Maybe-
who knows. But don't you want something outside of ... *this*?" I ask,
pointing to this dump. "At least for today? I've got a flat up town- nice
shower with hot water and no roaches... clean bed with no rats-"
Hell, I
wonder if she *could* be with me and not care about what I do. No one's gonna
change what I am. There's no way. But it doesn't mean she couldn't travel with
me for a while...
I show
off my vampire strength, by sliding two fingers inside her and using them to
quasi-hold her, effectively stretching her even *more*.
"You're
gonna be sore later, Pet. Such a delicious sore it is too... I could easy the
pain. I got a huge tub as well, and air conditioning..."
"Shiiit,"
I moan. And I am tempted to take him up on his offer. This apartment is a dump
and ... well, there are rats. I think I'd even move in with the super to be
free of the rats.
But
the super isn't as sexy as Spike. Probably not as talented, either.
"Maybe,"
I say. I whimper when he rubs that spot inside me. "God... Spike...
please...." He stills his fingers and I moan in disappointment. I have
never been denied for so long before. But Spike is just so good at all the
incredibly wonderful stuff that leads up to an orgasm, that a part of me actually
hopes he'll draw out the wait even longer.
"Maybe
what, Luv?" I ask before throwing her on the bed and drive myself home in
one quick, hard motion.
"AAAAAHHH!"
I scream, wrapping my arms and legs around him as my passage convulses around
him.
When
I can catch my breath, I squeeze him, as tightly as I can. And I'm not going to
last long, I don't think. Unless he does something to give me no choice in the
matter. But he wouldn't do that, would he? I don't know. I guess I'll find out.
I still
for a few minutes, enjoying her slippery moistness and heat.
I start
with short, shallow thrusts, making sure I'm rubbing that sweet little spot of
hers that is mine now. She gasps every time and I can't help but love that
sound... the pleasure of a gorgeous woman... call me old fashioned.
"Squeeze
me tight with your cunts and your legs," I half-growl in her ear.
Hell, a
part of me hopes that she uses those nails and scratches my back up
I
whimper and squeeze him between my thighs as I clamp my muscles down around his
cock. He continues to move, but it's slower now, and it feels so much more
incredible as I feel him sliding along that spot inside me.
I
grip his shoulders and start raising my hips up to meet his on each thrust
inside me. I only let up the pressure on his cock occasionally, to change up
the feeling of it. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," I moan, as he moves a hand between
us and teases my clit.
And
shit, at this point, I'd move in with him, I'd have his children - luckily for
me he can't have any- I'd let him drink me, I'd let him tie me up... Lucky for
me he isn't asking for any of that at the moment.
"Spike!"
I gasp as I feel a finger slip inside me, rubbing that spot, as he continues to
move in and out of me. His thumb keeps massaging my clit and "FUCK
PLEASE!" Have I mentioned yet that I don't usually go this long without
coming?
"Trust
me," I tell her. "It'll be *amazing*."
And it
will. Prolonged denied release is always the most explosive and gratifying. And
that's not just my theory- it's my fact.
Shit- she
knows exactly how to squeeze to make it all that much better. I doubt she's had
much experience, based on her comments earlier, which means she's a natural at
shagging.
Fuck.
Bloody
hell, chit- scratch me up!
She's
raising her hips to meet mine and she's keeping up with me, which I've rarely
experienced with humans. It's as if she was *made* for me- fits me perfectly.
Absofuckinglutely
perfectly.
I kiss
her neck and slid my tongue up to her ear. She's panting and whimpering in my
own as I work her clit harder.
"Stay
with me, Luv," I whisper.
God
he's just making me crazy here... Wait. What? Did he say what I think he said,
or am I hearing things?
This
was supposed to be just a one-night thing. He's a vam--"FUCKSPIKE!" I
scream, digging my nails into his shoulders. And okay, he's not just 'a
vampire.' That's like when people say I'm just a cheerleader. "SHIT!"
Or maybe I'm not thinking straight. But that's really hard to do when you're
being brought to the edge of release and then denied, repeatedly.
He
looks in my eyes and I can tell he's wondering if I'm going to answer him.
"Not if you don't let me COME SOON!" is what comes out of my mouth
before I can stop to think about it. Good one, Cordy, now he knows you're
considering it.
"You
won't *let* me let you," I grunt in her ear.
"What
the fuck is *that*...aaahgodYESlikeTHAT... supposed to mean?" I demand.
While he's thinking about an answer, I scratch my nails down his back, trying
to get him to lose it so that, at the very least, I can get *myself *off after
he's come.
"SHHIIIIIT!"
Oh yeah- of course if she does it any deeper, I'll be bloody and she'll
probably wind up either bleeding or dead.
"You
*know* what it means," I growl into her ear before nipping at her throat
to clue her in. Shit- I can hear her heart pounding in my ears and it's just
*too* much- feeling her contract around me to the rhythm of her pulse- flowing
right. beneath. my. Tongue.
Oh.
But that's just not fair, withholding an orgasm because I won't let him bite
me.
And
yes, he's a vampire so of course I should expect him to do sneaky things like
that.
But
I'm not going to agree, I don't even want him to-- "SPIKE!" I moan,
as he bites down on my throat, still with his human teeth. Fuck, I didn't think
I could possibly get any wetter. But I just found out differently. And so did
he.
So
much for the 'did not' argument.
"No
scars." There goes my mouth, running away with me again. Not that it's not
telling the truth... but still. I hadn't decided whether to let him. At least I
didn't *think* I had.
OHBLOODYHELLYEAH!!!!!
I'm not
promising *anything*, Pet!
Now-
where?
I kiss
down her neck and- right *there*. I hone in on her right nipple- just *begging*
for a good sucking.
I vamp
out and growl "Mine" as I attack her tit- sinking my fangs deeply
into her skin. OHSHIT! Fuck it all- I can't help but growl loudly into her
flesh as my cock explodes. SHIT. I just don't think I'll be able to stop coming
this time.
The
gashes on her are deep and I suck the blood- drawing on her breast deeply.
Shit- her blood tastes so damn good with her orgasm flooding her system in
tsunamis. Oh yeah- *this* is eternal life!
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCKSPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!"
I dig
my nails deeper into his shoulders as I come, bucking up against him and
sending his cock and his fangs deeper inside me. My orgasm is so intense that I
black out for at least a second... possibly more. And when I come to, I'm still
coming, my body shaking and convulsing around his cock.
And
all right, it *was* - is - unbelievable. So for once I think I'm glad I spoke
before I thought it through.
"CORDELIA!"
I scream and "FUUUCK!"
Shit-
*that* has *never* happened before.
Twice?
In a row?
Shit.
That was *painful*. *IS* painful as I spill myself inside her again.
Her nails
are *embedded* in my shoulders. I'll have to lick them clean later.
I'm too
busy coming.
I jerk
around inside her as she drenches me in her juices. Shit- that feels so fuckin'
good.
Bloody
marvelous.
She *is*
coming with me. (Well- yes, right now she is. But what I mean is) I'm not
letting her go.
My
body is still quivering, occasionally, but at least I can catch my breath
finally. He's still sucking on my nipple, but at least the fangs aren't still
inside me. Not that I hated it when they were... but that's not the point. The
point is I like being alive. And as long as he understands that, we'll get
along just fine.
Of
course it won't hurt if he keeps giving me such incredible orgasms either.
But...
Why
am I thinking of him and me in future terms? I'm not going to li--
"Spike!"
He flicks the cockroach off the bed before it crawls onto my arm and I sigh in
relief. Okay. So he has uses beyond great orgasms.
"You
think maybe we could continue this at your non-cockroach-and-rat-infested place?"
I ask.
I'm
not saying I'm going to *stay* with him. It's just that it would be nice to be
able to sleep one night without nasty things crawling on top of me.
OHmygod.
I
collapse in a sweaty heap on top of her.
OHmygod.
My cock
is still pulsing inside her. Poor thing is not gonna be able to walk by the
time I've had enough. If I ever do.
"We
better move- if we're gonna make it," I say, kissing her neck. She's got
such a great neck. It's nice and long... and tan... I scrape my teeth down it.
Shit- she's so alive under there- underneath this skin...
"Mmmm..."
I inhale the sweet scent of her orgasm from her and lick the sweat- pooling in
the crevices of her neck and collarbones. "You're just a piece of candy,
Pet. I could eat you for hours."
But the
sun *is* coming on and I'm going to need some breakfast if I have a hope of
keeping this kind of sexual activity up all day.
I roll
off her and- "Eeww."
"What?"
I ask. I sit up and wow. I really am going to be sore, later. Or... maybe if I
don't think about it, it won't happen.
"I
think I just killed a bug with my ass," I say. "There was just a bit
more crunch to the sheets when I rolled off you."
I look at
her and she's still bleeding a bit from where I bit her. I sit up and take her
breasts in my hand and pull them (and her) to me. I cover the one with my mouth
and lave at the wounds until they've closed. And a little after- because it's a
woman's warm breast in my mouth and there's *nothing* wrong with that.
Unless of
course you feel the bug guts squishing under your ass as you suck on her. Yeah-
it's time to get out here.
Ohgod...
He can just keep doing that, for as long as he wants. Except that we're likely
to be attacked by more bugs so...
I
think he has the same idea as me, as he gets to his feet and pulls his jeans
back up. Oh yeah. He never got them off completely. I didn't even notice. I was
too busy screaming, begging, whimpering and coming.
I get
up too, walking to my closet. I grab my black leather skirt and pull it on. I'm
not even going to bother with underwear, for two reasons. One: it's too hot for
too many layers. Two: I bet Spike doesn't like too many layers, and I doubt
he's completely satisfied yet. Okay, so that was three.
I
pull on a tight red blouse and then my leather boots. Yeah, I'm ... I stomp my
foot down on another roach. I can NOT get out of here soon enough. So..
"Oh. Gimme just another minute," I say, as I dig through my closet
for something to wear to the commercial shoot. "Unless..." I turn to
look at him. "You don't mind if I stay there until I have to go to the
commercial shoot, do you?" I ask. "Because if you don't, I'll just
grab some more clothes to change into at your place..." I don't think he
*will* mind, but I shouldn't assume that. And if he doesn't, then I won't have
a reason to come back here until I absolutely have to. Or want to. Whichever
comes first.
"Pack
it all up, Pet," I reply, stepping back into my Docs.
Oh. I
wasn't exactly *planning* on... but I guess it wouldn't hurt. That way if - I
mean when - I do leave his place, I'll have all my stuff with me and I won't
*ever* have to come back here.
I
grab a suitcase and -- "AAAAAAHHH!"
Oh no.
I lunge
for it and- that's not a rat! It's a bloody demonic cat! I snap its neck and
stand up.
Eewww- I
know- vampire all the blood and gore here, but rats? Never been one for rodents
of any kind. Angelus has a weird phobia of chickens, but I guess for me, it's
rats.
How long
has she's been living like this? Here? I thought she *had* money.
"How
about I just buy you new clothes?" I ask. It's not worth it. This stuff
probably has mice shit in it anyway and cockroaches in the pockets.
I
nod. "Just let me grab a couple of my favorite things," I say,
pulling a few blouses and skirts off the hangers and throwing them in the
suitcase, before shutting it. And I know what he's wondering. "The rats
just showed up today," I tell him. "Or just started showing
*themselves*, anyway. But I won't miss this place, because the cockroaches are
bad enough."
And I
know that's not exactly what he's wondering. Everybody in Sunnydale knew 'Queen
C' had a rich daddy. But rich and brilliant don't always go together.
Taxes
are kind of important to *not* ignore. A lesson I learned the hard way.
But I
don't really want to talk about how all that money is gone and this hell-hole
is all I can afford, given the couple hundred dollars left in my savings
account. That's the only money the government didn't touch because it was
transferred to my grandparents name, when my dad figured out he was going to
lose everything else. And that was the *only* smart thing he did.
I
grab my cosmetic bag out of the bathroom, and then look at him. "Okay. Now
I'm ready to get the hell out of here. Please."
Well-
since I really don't see her wanting to watch me kill people, nor do I think
she's gonna wanna walk with me through the sewers to get back to the hotel
after sunrise- I turn to her and give her my key.
"The
penthouse of Le Merigot, 1740 Ocean Avenue." Yes, it's a hotel on the beach.
Or rather, I killed for it. But anyway... "I'll walk you downstairs and
then meet you there."
"Wh-"
No. I don't need to ask why. He's probably hungry...
And
thinking about him being a vampire isn't going to make this... thing... between
us last very long. So what he's doing is good. If he doesn't remind me about
that fact, and I just ignore it, then this can work.
For a
while, anyway. Until it doesn't. But until then... we'll just ... have fun.
Yeah. Okay.
I
take his key and he grabs my suitcase for me - okay, I could get used to being
treated better, definitely. We walk out of my apartment and DAMN it's still too
hot outside. Shit. I'm glad I'm not wearing much.
"Did
I mention I have air conditioning? Well- all the amenities, really. It *is* a four
star beach hotel. The tub is *huge*." And yes- now I sound like a small
child. But I just love bein' in hotels as opposed to house living. Houses are
too much work and too big for a vamp like me. Plus- I like calling on bellhops
to wait on m.
"Here,"
I hold out a couple hundred dollar bills to her.
I
look at him. "I have money," I say. Not that it's the truth, but I do
have my pride.
I shrug,
"I do too." And I know- she's a proud girl... but- "You need cab
fair and it's not cheap. You'll also have to register as a guest at the hotel
and they charge a fee. That should be enough for a while, but otherwise- they
won't let you in. And you're *my* guest- so take the money."
Okay.
He *is* making sense, and maybe I'm just being silly. I just didn't like the
idea of owing him.. But if he doesn't think of it that way... I'll just give
him back whatever I don't use. And I'll pay him back after I get my first
paycheck.
"All
right," I agree, taking the money and ... damn, forgot my purse. Oh well.
I put the cash in my makeup bag, and look at the deserted street. "We
probably should've called a cab," I point out. "At this time of night
it might be a while..."
"It's
actually day, Pet." And I have about twenty minutes before I'll be dust,
and since today is promising more mind-blowing shagging, I'd rather not be
dust. I think it would really take all the pleasure out of the shagging.
Although
I would *love* to be dust, making my way into all her little crevices and pores
into her skin...
Okay- I
take the cellphone from my pocket and dial the operator. In two minutes- I've
arranged for a cab to pick us up two blocks from this shit hole.
"Come
on, Luv." I take her hand and we start walking.
She
glances back at the apartment buildings. "Hollywood Apartments, not too
Hollywood-like. Huh, Ducks? Although the pool was nice," I say, leering at
her lasciviously.
"It
was okay," I shrug, trying not to grin at his 'you've gotta be kidding me'
look in response.
"Oh,
so better than the Chase Mansion on Dupont Circle? I doubt it." She looks
a little surprise that I know the address of her home in Sunnydale.
"How
did you... You never. We never even met. I just knew who you were from the
pictures... and ...Hey. How did you know who *I* was?" All questions you
usually ask *before* you move in with a guy, of course. But I've never been one
for the traditional way of doing things.
"I
studied the bloody slayer for over six months. It's my job to know things- her
friends, her non-friends... where they live. Plus Angelus thought you were
hot."
"Okay
I didn't need to know that. Although I'm glad I didn't interest him enough to
try to kill me or--" I'm not going there.
But...
"You watched me?" Kind of flattering in an evil stalker kind of way.
"How
could I not?" I ask before it even registers in my brain that I'm going to
say it.
Shit.
But I
know that she's everything that Dru could never be. Had Angelus not wrecked
her, Dru coulda been a Cordelia- classy, elegant, gorgeous, sensual,
sophisticated...
WHY am I
goin' on like a whelp?
We reach
the corner where the cabbie waiting JUST in time if you ask me.
I hand
the guy a fifty and tell him the address of the hotel.
Then- I
yank her to me and slip my hand up her thigh to stroke her outer labia gently
while I kiss her. Yeah- I like this outfit.
I take
one of her hands and place it over my hardened cock that's nearly bursting out
of my pants. He remembers what that delicious quim feels like swallowing us.
"This
is for you, Pet. I'll keep it nice and hard," I whisper in her ear before
pulling away. "Shouldn't take me more than an hour to get there."
I
whimper at the loss of touch. Shit. Jerk. Now I'm horny... which is exactly
what he wanted. "If I happen to be asleep when you get there? Wake me
up," I say with a smile. Then I get in the cab.
You bet I
will, Luv.
'Course I
was already planning on wakin' her up, if need be, with my cock. Although where
I was gonna put it, I hadn't decided.
Now- I need a quick- yes. Perfect.
And how wonderful- twin hookers.
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