Without hesitation, Ellie leans over to lick
the salt, turns to have me slam her shot in her mouth for her and
the sucks the juice off of me. The crowd goes crazy, and she gives
me a big smile. Oh yeah, this was one of her best ideas ever.
Over the course of the next hour, we have
licked and sucked every inch of exposed skin on each other from the
waist up. Somewhere around the half hour mark, the other bartenders
started pouring shots for the customers so they could play along.
As I take my last shot off the back of her neck, I look over the
bar and smile against her skin. I’m pretty sure Ellie’s dad is
going to kill us both—drinking on the job is a big no-no, and
turning his bar into a clothed orgy is probably against the rules
too. I’m too buzzed to care right now, and I think she is, too. She
said she needed this, so whatever reprimand we get for this will be
worth it, even if I’m never allowed in a Gallagher bar again.
* * *
Ellie
I’m so turned on right now that I’m
seriously contemplating that quickie in the storeroom before our
flight. The buzz I’ve got going on is probably contributing to my
reasoning, but I honestly don’t care. I want my man, and I want him
now. Having our mouths on each other was so fucking sexy, and also
the worst torture possible. I actually started to undo his belt at
one point, but he stopped me with a kiss. Thank God he still had
enough brain power to know that would be a very bad idea.
“Ready to go?” he asks, coming up behind me
to circle me with his arms, and nuzzle my neck.
“The flight’s too short. I need you
now.”
“Good thing I had Matt send your plane home
and booked us a car back then, isn’t it?”
“Does the car have a privacy screen?”
“Yes, and a nice wide backseat for me to
make love to you on.”
“Best fiancé ever.”
“I aim to please.”
“I know, and I appreciate it so very, very
much.”
“You’re adorable when you’re buzzed.”
“I’m sexy,” I tell him with a pout.
“No doubt about that.”
“Oh, I need to change into my present. Is
the car here? I can’t walk there with it on.”
“Yes. The car is here. You know I’m just
going to rip whatever you put on right off your body right? So
there’s really no point.”
I stomp my foot. Yes, I totally did that. “I
have a plan.”
“Go on then, Doll. You get yourself all
ready to be ravished by me.”
I giggle. Dear God, I just giggled. I shake
my head to clear it a little. “I just giggled.”
“Yeah. Are you sure you’re up for this
tonight?”
“I’m not
that
drunk, but thanks
for checking.”
“Always.”
I grab my bag and walk
outside before I embarrass myself any further. I’m pleasantly
surprised to see the stretch limo. Aiden didn’t say we’d have a few
seats,
and
the
floor to use. I shiver as I think of all the things we can
do.
Once I’ve got the topless corset and
matching panties on, and have attached the stockings to my garter
belt, I put on the simple black stilettos I bought. Aiden’s going
to love it when my heels are digging into his ass—and shoulders.
The simple things in life are sometimes the most appreciated.
I text him that he can come inside
now—double meaning, totally intended—and then lean back on one of
the seats with my legs spread wide. The door opens, and he climbs
inside, closing it quickly behind him. I watch him as he sees me,
and then practically lunges for the intercom.
“You can drive now. We won’t need anything
from you until we get to Vegas. Thanks.”
He moves to me, and drops to his knees
between my thighs. “Do you like my surprise, Aiden?” I ask, knowing
the answer, but wanting to hear him say it.
“This is like Christmas, Valentine’s Day, my
birthday, and every other major and minor holiday combined. I don’t
even know where to start with you.”
He runs a finger over my panties and smiles
wickedly at me when he sucks the wet digit into his mouth. We both
know where he’s going to start. He takes off his jeans and boxers
so that his hard and heavy cock pops free. He does just what he
promised earlier, and grabs the sides of my panties in his hands,
ripping them clean off of me.
“Holy fuck,” he says, when he sees the
surprise I was hiding from him.
“You like my hawk?”
“Oh yeah,” he says, running
his fingers over the tattoo that’s just above my bikini line. “I
love it. Like really, really
love
it.”
“I finally decided what I wanted, so I had
Zane do it for me last week.”
“I want to be mad that he
saw you
there
, but
if you’re okay with it, then I am, too. This is seriously the best
thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
“I kept my panties on, so yes, I was fine. I
was hoping you’d like it. If I ever saw you again, that is.”
“And if you didn’t?”
“Then every guy after you would’ve just
thought I liked birds.”
“There will be no guys after me,” he says
with a growl.
“Aren’t you glad you put a ring on it?”
Instead of answering me, he pulls me to the
edge of the seat. I hold on as he spreads my legs wide, and then
slides onto the floor. When he moves himself under me, I start to
lean forward so we can sixty nine, but he holds me firmly above
him.
“Aiden?”
“Not yet. I want you to fuck my face while
you watch me getting myself off. If you come twice before I do,
I’ll let you finish me off with your mouth.”
“And if I don’t?” I ask,
trying not to sound too eager, because oh God, I want to watch him,
and then finish him. I
really
want that.
“You’re going to watch me finish myself, and
I’m going to fuck you twice before I let you put your mouth on
me.”
It may sound like I’m winning either way,
but I’m not. He knows how much I love to blow him. To see him
getting himself off is going to make my mouth water, and yeah, I
need to come those two times, so I get my turn.
“Can I help?”
He smirks at me before answering. “You want
to play with your tits, Doll? Does my cock feel that good when it’s
in your mouth?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely…no.” I groan and
curse him as he laughs. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
I grip the couch as he takes his first lick,
and his first stroke. He goes slow with both, and I feel like I may
never come, but I know he’s not close yet, either. Watching him
working us both starts really working for me, and my first orgasm
hits before I can even fully feel it coming. I cry out as he smiles
against me.
“That’s one, but I’m getting close. Just
doing that to you is almost enough to make me come.”
“Wait, please wait for me Aiden.”
“That’s not our deal.”
Two can play this game. He wants me to fuck
his face? I’m going to fuck that orgasm out before he does…if it
kills me.
I start actively moving over him, and he
starts stroking himself harder. I’m fighting to go down, and he
knows it. He also wants it, no matter how bossy he’s trying to be.
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be using his teeth now, biting on my clit
as he flicks his tongue over it.
We both win as I scream, and then knock his
hand out of my way to take him deep. He doesn’t move his mouth from
me as I move up and down on him. If anything, he starts to go even
crazier, intent on bringing me over again with him when he finally
lets go. We’re both still shaking with aftershocks minutes later
when I roll off of him.
“Good job.”
“Fuck you.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he says,
rolling around so that I’m back on top of him.
He’s recovering quickly, which I knew he
would. I help him along by grinding on him until he’s fully hard
and I can slide him inside of me. I arch my back as my still
sensitive pussy has a mini orgasm when he hits me exactly where I
need him to. It’s almost too much, and I’m so close again.
Especially when he starts playing with my exposed breasts.
“Hi girls. I’m sorry you had to be neglected
for a little while,” he says placing kissing all over both of them.
“I just needed to play caveman for a few minutes. I’m all yours now
while Ellie does all the work.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Actually, we both know that I’m pretty much
a genius.”
“An idiotic genius who is holding a
conversation with my tits.”
“They answered,” he says pointing to my
fully hard nipples that really do look like they’re waiting for
him.
Of course they are. What female—or male, for
that matter—body part wouldn’t stand at attention for Aiden Ford? I
just shake my head, and arch my back for him. It’s better to just
go along with his silliness, because we’re both going to be
rewarded for it in the end. If I can’t walk by the time we get to
Vegas, he’ll just carry me inside anyway—and keep making my body
talk to him, over and over again.
* * *
One month later
Aiden
I just got off my flight home from D.C. I
went to do a T.V. special with my parents. I’ve never participated
in anything like that before, but I owed it to my dad. He said I
didn’t, and that I could say no, but we all knew that wasn’t true.
What happened with Andres and Dave was because of me. I don’t think
I did anything to warrant the hate they felt towards me, but they
targeted the people I love regardless.
I wanted Ellie to go with me, but I knew she
couldn’t. We’re probably going to get some press when we go out
together, but doing a television show would not be okay. Almost
every woman in the Society has been exposed because of the men they
love, and while they can still work on some missions, it’s getting
harder to go undercover. Ellie’s not ready to lose her anonymity,
and I won’t take it from her.
Since my trip also coincided with our
apartment being done, we’re throwing a party for all our friends
tonight. I can’t wait to see the finished apartment, because I know
Chloe will have definitely rocked it. I let Ellie have most of the
input, because I honestly don’t care what it looks like. The only
thing I insisted on was bringing my bathtub from D.C. to have it
installed in the new place. It holds some of our best memories, and
I plan to make a bunch more.
I take the elevator up to our floor, and can
tell that everyone other than me is already there. The noise level
is crazy, made even more so by the fact that our door is wide open.
I walk in, and start to look around when I see it—something big
with a drape over it. My eyes light up as I walk towards it. Our
puppy, Scruff, runs around my ankles, and I reach down to pick him
up, kissing him on his head.
“Now who loves the animal more than the
person?” Ellie asks, stepping in front of me.
“You know that’s not even close to being
true.”
“You didn’t come over to me and give me a
kiss.”
“Scruff found me.”
“Semantics.”
I set the puppy down, and pull Ellie into my
arms, kissing her with all I’ve got. “I missed you so much,
Doll.”
“How much?”
“So much that I had Matisse do this,” I tell
her, lifting my shirt to show her the intricate “E” over my
heart.
“You got a tattoo for me!”
Ellie says, jumping up and down. “You are
so
getting lucky once everyone
leaves.”
I pull my shirt down, and look back over at
the draped item. “Is that it? That’s it, right?”
“Maybe it’s not the puppy I should be
worried about.”
“Can I see it? Please? I’ll earn it again
later,” I promise her.
“Oh, I know you will. Go ahead and
gloat.”
I rub my hands together, and then pull the
covering off my trophy. It’s a cup style, and has to be about five
feet tall. It’s on a raised marble podium, and just, fuck yeah.
“What is that trophy for?” Jake asks.
“Me. It’s for me. You know that medal you
have? This is my answer to that.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nate asks.
“Nope. And you should be stepping up your
game. At least Jake has a medal. The rest of you are just
pathetic.”
“Ellie, I cannot believe you did this. Now
they’re all going to want one,” Reina says to her.
“Then I guess they better start earning it,”
she replies.
That’s my girl. I kiss her again, not
stopping while everyone else in the room continues to complain. The
women should be thanking her, because I know for a fact that every
man in this room is going to be working hard to get his own trophy.
I’m the original, though. The Supreme Ruler of the trophy wars. I
won’t be giving up that title any time soon.
Audrey
Maybe I should’ve asked Faith to shoot me so
I could’ve avoided this. Then again, I didn’t have to come here.
Not everyone attends their 20th high school reunion. I could’ve
just ignored the invitation my mom forwarded to me. But the need
for revenge was just too strong.
“You okay, Aud?” Ares asks me. Yes, I
brought one of my best friends, the famous playboy NASCAR driver
Ares Dixon with me. Take that, bitches.
“No. Remind me why I came here again?”
“To show these idiots how sexy and
accomplished you are.”
Yep. That’s exactly why I came. I had just
started with the Society when my ten year one came around, so I
missed it. I wasn’t ready then, anyway. I was still getting past
being the nerdy girl who hid behind her glasses for most of her
life.
The Society offered me the chance to break
out of my cocoon, and emerge as a sexy and strong woman. In
addition to being smart, of course. My brain is why I was recruited
by Maggie Griffin, but to say that I embraced everything else I was
taught would be an understatement. The stylist at the time got me
into clothes that actually fit, and showed me how to work the body
God gave me to its full advantage.