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by Alexa Riley
5
Tiffany
“This is where you live?” I take in the stark walls of the penthouse, surprised that the Blue Diamond casino’s top floor is so bare. The space isn’t typical of any casino penthouse I’ve seen, not that I’ve seen many. In Vegas they’re usually decked out to the nines, and this one feels like no one lives or even stays here.
“This is where I crash,” Ethan says, not breaking stride as he makes his way down a long hallway into a bedroom that matches the rest of the space. It’s blank and completely white. For some reason this is not how I pictured him living. Not after all the nights we lay awake and he told me about the home he’d make for us one day. He said our place would be warm and filled with laughter and love, so much that we’d never want to leave. It was something neither of us had in our home lives, but we promised to give it to one another.
“God, I can’t believe you’re here.” Ethan’s deep voice ripples down my spine as he removes the robe he put on me before we got out of the car. He takes it away and tosses it to the floor and then picks me up and lays me out naked on his bed. His dark eyes never leave mine as he strips out of his own clothes and throws them to the floor.
I suddenly feel self-conscious as he stands before me, completely naked. Ethan has always been a big guy, but now he’s giant all over. This is all-new territory for me. I dance on stage in front of hundreds of people every day, and never once did I care what they thought of me. But as Ethan stands over the bed and hungrily looks me up and down, I feel my face heat.
He stares at me like he’s starving, a look I’ve never seen on his face before. We’d always said we’d be together, but when we were younger and I tried to touch Ethan in an intimate way, he would tell me no. He said we’d wait until I was older, and when I would push for just a kiss, he would still tell me no. He said he didn’t trust himself to stop, and that’s something I found to be the truth from what just happened between us in the limo.
“I just, I…” He stutters over his words. It’s almost laughable because it’s hard to imagine a man who looks like him stumbling over anything. “I can’t stop.” The words leave his mouth and his giant body quickly crawls onto the bed, covering mine. I should be afraid as he’s well over twice my size, but as he hovers above me, I feel shielded from harm by his big body. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but all I feel is completely and utterly safe.
“Can’t stop what?” My words are breathy as he leans down to kiss my pale skin.
“Touching you. I’m scared you’ll disappear.” My heart clenches at the pain I hear in his words. I don’t want him to stop. I might shatter if he does.
“Then don’t.”
“Never again.” He says the words against my skin, making goose bumps rise on the surface. I want to ask what he means by that, but the only thing I can seem to do is moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks as much of my tit into his mouth as he can, and I arch my chest, wordlessly pleading with him to take more. His big hands come up, pushing my breasts together as he moves back and forth between each nipple, licking and sucking.
After he torments my breasts until I’m begging for more, his big body slowly moves down mine. As he proceeds, he plants open-mouthed kisses along the way, leaving a trail of wet bites.
“You’re so fucking soft and sweet.” I’m sure compared to him, everything is soft.
His broad shoulders move down between my thighs, forcing my legs further apart as he settles there. I look down between my open legs and see him staring at my bare pussy. I’m sure the evidence of what he did to it in the limo is coating my thighs, but I can’t be bothered to care.
“Are you tender?” he asks, looking up from my pussy to lock eyes with me.
“A little.”
I’m sure I’d be tender even if I wasn’t a virgin before tonight. Our love-making was fast, and Ethan’s size was sure to make anyone ache. My heart clenches at the thought of him with someone else. Has he ever made another women ache like me before? I know he was a virgin the last time I saw him, but that was ten years ago. He told me back then that he was saving himself for me and that there was no need for us to have to rush things. He said we’d have forever together, but up until hours ago I thought our forever had been taken away.
I push the thoughts aside, not wanting to think of Ethan with someone else. All of that doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve found each other again, and I won’t let anything spoil this night. I’ll cherish every moment of it. It will last me an eternity.
His large fingers slowly run over the slit of my bare pussy as he parts my lips and completely exposes my clit.
“I’m going to catch you up, Bunny. You made me cum so many times in the car. I won’t stop until your orgasms double mine. I’m going to be so good to you.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, sucking my clit between his lips. He grabs my hand and entwines his fingers with mine, locking them together as he kisses me in the most intimate way. His hand squeezes mine tightly, as if he’s telling me he’s got me. Simply feeling his hand in mine as he worships my body sends me over the edge. My back arches as the orgasm shoots through my body, and I shout Ethan’s name as I shatter into a million pieces.
He continues to eat me through the orgasm and is well on his way to giving me another. I jerk in response, but he holds me tight, showing no signs of ever letting go.
* * *
I wake to warmth surrounding my entire body, the night before flashing through my mind.
Ethan.
I’m lying on his chest, his arms wrapped around me and holding me in place. I have no recollection of how I got here. The last thing I can remember is his mouth between my legs. I have no idea how many orgasms he gave me. They all started to blend together, and I must have passed out from all the pleasure.
His chest rises and falls, lifting my body with his every breath. God, I dreamed of waking up like this so many times. I wondered for so long where he might be out there in the world. But today I know where he is. Beneath me.
Slowly freeing myself from his arms, I stare down at him, taking in every inch of him. We barely talked last night. I wonder where we’ll go from here. There’s so much that needs to be said and so many years to make up for.
I feel like I know everything and nothing about Ethan.
Glancing over at the clock, I see it’s two in the afternoon. Holy shit. How did that happen? Leaning down, I place a soft kiss on his firm lips, and he mumbles, “Bunny.” He doesn’t wake up, but the simple utterance of the nickname he has always called me warms my heart.
I pull myself from the bed and open his drawers, finding a pair of boxers and a shirt. I have to roll the boxers a million times to get them to stay up on my hips, but it doesn’t really matter because the t-shirt drowns me anyway.
Taking one last look at Ethan, I leave the room quietly, not wanting to wake him. I hate that I have to go to work, but I’m under contract, and I really don’t want to be the one on the receiving end of Charles’s temper if I’m late. Especially after getting dragged off stage last night. There’s no telling how pissed he is.
I make a quick call to the Snake Eyes and arrange for a ride. I barely have two seconds to write a quick note for Ethan before I bolt out the door. I run as fast as I can out of the casino, trying to make it to the next show on time.
6
Ethan
I wake up and reach for Tiffany, but when my fingers find cold sheets I snap up out of bed.
“Bunny!” I shout through the room, my voice echoing off the bare walls. I don’t hear anything in the bathroom, and a sickening feeling twists in my stomach. Something must have happened to her.
Jumping out of bed, I run naked through the place, searching every room for her. When I get to the kitchen, I see a small piece of paper on the counter. I snatch it up.
Late for work, chat soon.
Foxy
xoxox
“What the fuck? Chat soon? Foxy? Oh, hell no.” I crumple
up the note and throw it across the kitchen as I storm back to the bedroom. “Chat soon,” I say in a mocking voice. I can’t seem to help the anger that’s rolling off me. “Foxy.” The name tastes like dirt in my mouth.
I go to the closet, grab a pair of jeans and throw on a black t-shirt. My shoulder-length hair is a mess, but I don’t bother doing anything about it as I get dressed. I slip on some shoes and grab my keys on the way out, feeling my anger rise more and more. After everything we shared last night and after all the years we were apart, I’ll be damned if she just slips out on me like I’m nobody.
When I get to the front of my casino, I run to my Audi and slide in. I don’t think about anything other than getting to my Bunny as I throw it in gear and hit the gas.
Pulling up outside the Snake Eyes, I keep my keys and give the valet a hard glare. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t touch my car.”
I hear him mumble, “Yes, sir,” as I walk through the entrance.
“Took you long enough.”
I hear Charles’s voice and turn around to see him standing just to the right of the entrance. I want to rip out his throat, but I’ll do it later. Right now I need my woman. “Where is she?”
“She’s about to go on stage.”
About to go on stage? I don’t fucking think so. Fine, if she wants to keep dancing I’ll just buy out every one of her shows and sit in the audience alone for every single one of them.
Charles holds up his hand, and I stop what was going to be a tirade.
“I’ve already canceled the show but she doesn’t know it. I thought maybe you’d like to see her in action one last time.”
“One last time?” I ask.
He gives me a cocky smile and tilts his head to the side. “I’ve decided to release her from her contract. Her understudy can take over.”
I should feel guilty, but all I feel is relief. I can’t stomach the idea of her onstage every day in front of men who think about nothing but fucking what’s mine. I nod slightly and unclench my fists. “Thank you.”
“I’ve been where you’re at. I know what it’s like to have the one you want run from you.”
I make a move toward the stage, and Charles reaches out to stop me. “I’ll have them tell her the show is empty before she goes out because I wasn’t sure she’d be here today after what went down last night. She’ll think it’s just a rehearsal. She won’t see you because of the lights.” I nod my thanks but before I can go, he smiles at me. “A bit of advice. Use rope next time. Worked for me.”
He lets go of my arm, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s not a bad idea. Tying Tiffany up would definitely keep her right where I wanted her.
When I get to the empty theater, I close the door behind me and make my way down to the front. I sit a couple of rows back and in the middle so I can get the best view. After just a few moments of waiting, the curtains pull back, and the spotlight hits her.
My beautiful woman is illuminated onstage like a diamond goddess. The crystals on her bodysuit sparkle in the light and highlight her lush hourglass shape, exaggerating her curves. I’m hard as a rock and she hasn’t even started moving. She’s wearing four-inch heels, which make her ass look even more perfect, and as the music starts, she begins to move to the beat.
The music is simple at first with just the sound of fingers snapping. The beat flows into the song Fever by Peggy Lee, and my dick hardens. Tiffany starts to slowly swing her hips as Peggy sings about being on fire and needing to be held.
Tiffany flips her blonde waves over her shoulder and looks out to the audience of one, winking in my direction. I know she can’t see me from here, but it feels as if she’s dancing just for me. I feel her energy from the stage, and I rub my hand over my jean-covered cock as I watch her move across the stage. I remember the way she moved against me last night. She’s pure sex on the stage, and I’m thanking God that Charles released her from her contract. No way could I stand by and let her do this for anyone but me. If she wants to keep dancing, I’ll build her a fucking stage in our house.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I have to hold my chest to keep my heart from escaping. It goes without saying that I have to keep my tongue in my mouth because damn, my woman can move.
After the song ends, she comes to the front of the stage and bows her head. The spotlight goes out, and I stand, clapping and whistling as loud as any crowd of five hundred could.
She pops her head up and makes eye contact with me before looking around in confusion.
“Ethan? What are you doing here?”
I run up and jump on the stage like I did so easily last night. Only this time, instead of throwing her over my shoulder, I take her hand and pull her backstage to her dressing room. It’s not hard to find. I saw it yesterday when I tore through here. I pull her inside and lock the door behind us.
Looking around the room, I see dozens of vases of flowers, and I want to get mad, but I need to focus. “We need to talk, Bunny.”
7
Tiffany
He came for me.
Ethan pulls me over to my dressing room vanity, and with one sweep of his powerful arms he sends two vases of roses and most of my make-up crashing to the floor. Not missing a beat, he grabs the front of my costume, easily ripping it from my body. The thin material is no match for him.
He pushes me toward the vanity. I brace my hands on the counter as he comes up behind me. I see him reach down to his waist, and I hear the sound of his belt being undone. Suddenly, I feel his cock nudge me from behind as he slowly pushes inside me, up to the hilt. Once he’s inside me fully, he leans over my back, his big body engulfing me. I look up at the mirror and see his dark intense eyes locked on mine. His fierce expression sends a chill of desire down my spine.
One hand comes around and lies on top of mine as he locks our fingers together. The other hand brushes my hip, then slides over to my stomach, where he rubs me.
I try to push my ass back against him, wanting him to move, but he has me pinned in place, just holding himself inside me. I’m unable to wiggle even an inch because he has me held so securely, something that seems to be so easy for him.
“This isn’t you, and I don’t fucking like it, Foxy.” The name trips off his tongue with utter distaste. “No one knows you like I do, Bunny. We may have been apart for ten years, but if you’ve felt for me even a tenth of what I’ve felt for you over the years, then we were never really apart. You’ve been with me every second of every day.”
I just nod my head. It’s all I can manage to do with the knot that’s forming in my throat. He’s always been with me in everything I do.
“You hide behind your make-up and costumes, pretending to be someone else because, like me, you’re living in an empty home, keeping everyone at arm’s length. We’re not being ourselves because we can’t be ourselves. We’ve both had to be someone different because without each other we aren’t whole. The people we truly are aren’t really there unless we’re together.”
Tears roll down my cheeks as we stare at each other in the mirror, connected in the most intimate way. He’s right. I have no idea who I am without him, and I don’t care if that makes me sound weak. I don’t want to stand on my own two feet. I want to need him, and I want him to need me just as much.
Leaning in, Ethan places a soft kiss on my neck.
“Don’t cry, Bunny. We have no reason for tears anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile and giving you anything and everything you’ve ever wanted.” His voice is filled with so much certainty, I know he’ll make this happen for us.
“I’ve missed you so much. I swear, every day I was apart from you my love grew stronger and the hole inside me grew bigger,” I choke out, trying to stop the tears because he’s right. I don’t have anything to cry about. The only thing I’ve ever wanted in life is him.
“Now I’ll give us what we’ve been dreaming about.” His hand starts moving on my stomach again, slowly s
troking as he starts to slide himself in and out of me. “Our own little family.”
My pussy clenches around his cock at his words, and I’m speechless.
“You’re not on anything, are you, Bunny? Your womb isn’t protected from me, is it?”
“No. I’ve never needed it,” I whisper. He should know that already after feeling the barrier of my virginity last night.
I watch as satisfaction crosses his face, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Do you know I waited for you too, Bunny? I’ve never so much as touched another woman. You’ve owned me since we were kids. Since the first time I saw you standing there in that little yellow sundress with hearts all over it and your sneakers covered in mud.”
“You remember.” I can’t believe he remembers the first time he ever saw me. We were so young, and it was so long ago.
“How do you think I’ve made it through all these years? I replay every moment we’ve ever had together over and over in my head. Just the memory of you was worth living for.”
“I love you so much, Ethan.”
“I love you too, Tiffany. No more running out or disappearing. You don’t go more than two feet from me without my knowing. You’ll never be apart from me ever again. I thought I died when I woke up this morning and you weren’t there. I thought that maybe I’d finally gone insane from missing you and had imagined the whole day.”
For a brief second I see the misery of the last ten years flash across his eyes.
“I’ll never leave you,” I promise him.