Clipped: A Blue Falls Novella Page 2

  Mona is young and I may be demanding, but I’m not unreasonable. She likely has aspirations to meet a man closer to her own age who shares her version of the future. So I’ll take what little time I have with her and I’ll fucking enjoy it.

  *

  I pull up to the old brick building and glance at the neatly printed address in my hand before I get out and make my way to the front door and up the narrow staircase. I can hear the faint sound of music as I knock on the door and check my watch. I realize that I’m a bit early so I knock harder and put my ear to the door, the music is still playing and I can hear rustling followed by the slamming of a drawer and a string of curses. The door flies open and Mona stands in front of me in a black and blue polka dot dress that hugs her tits and flares out at her hips. Her hair is pulled back and her lips are painted red. She looks like a vintage pin up model. Her face is flushed and her breath is short. She’s so fucking beautiful.

  “Hey! Sorry about that, I didn’t hear you knock,” she moves to the side and lets me in. Her apartment is modest and very unique. It suits her.

  “Not a problem, have you lived here long?”

  “Yes.”

  I take in the mismatch of furniture and the collection of signs hanging on the living room wall. One in particular catches my attention. “This is where the magic happens” with an arrow pointing to what I assume is her bedroom.

  “The magic huh?”

  “It’s not what you think. Look, I’m not really good at this whole beat around the bush thing where we act all weird and pretend like we want to get to know each other, so what do you say we just cut to the chase?”

  “By all means, cut to it,” I grin as she straps on a pair of skinny black heels.

  “Okay. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, however, you and your magnificent cock were unexpected and highly appreciated. I assume you’re not in town for long?”

  “I’ll be leaving in a week,” I reply.

  “Perfect. I propose that we spend the next week fucking like maniacs,” she says casually as she stands up and uses her hands to smooth down her dress. This woman.

  I push myself off the counter I’m leaning against and cross the room towards her. “Is that what you want Mona?” I trail one finger along the tops of her plump tits. A small moan crosses her lips as her eyes flash to mine.

  “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t want it,” she says confidently.

  “Fuck dinner.” I pull her to me and ruthlessly take her mouth with mine, swallowing her gasp. I don’t hesitate to take what I want. She presses her ample curves into me and grips my hair, she takes as much as I do, if not more. There is no build up, no song and dance. Just my need to fuck her. I back her up and lift her onto the kitchen table before I sink to my knees and pull her dress up past her hips. I bite her inner thigh and swipe my finger along her wet slit. I am dying for another taste.

  “Did you forget your panties Mona? Or did you count on me eating your pussy tonight?”

  “I counted on it, Slick. Now put your mouth on me and remind me how good it feels,” she pants.

  I place her legs over my shoulders and take a long lick before sucking her pink clit between my teeth, I nibble the tight bead and roughly fuck her pussy with my fingers. She writhes beneath me, moaning, but it isn’t enough. The savage in me wants words. I want my name on her lips. I want her hungry for my cock. I pump my fingers in and out and pull my mouth away. She whimpers and props herself up.

  “Tell me what you want Mona.” I go back to massaging her clit with my tongue, not bothering to contain the primal growl that rumbles in my chest.

  “Ahhh fuck, I want you to fuck me Walker,” she says breathlessly.

  She throws her gorgeous head back and cums all over my tongue. Her pussy sucks my fingers in and holds them tight. She sits up and grabs me by the shirt, desperate to pull me up from my knees. Her breath is short, her tone impatient.

  “I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside of me,” she moans as she unzips my pants with determined hands and frees my aching cock. I hand her the condom, she tears it open and rolls it down my length before hopping down off the table and turning towards it. She bends over and presents her spectacular ass to me. I grab her hips and drive into her wet heat in one brutal thrust. I pull nearly all the way out before plunging in again, this time harder than the last. She slaps her hands down on the table and pushes her ass back. My hold on her is fierce, she’ll have my marks on her for days and I fucking love the thought of it. I fuck her hard, giving into my savage need, knowing full well that she can take it. The walls of her pussy hug my cock, her body tenses and she cums again. My own release nearly blinds me as I groan against her soft skin. I catch my breath and peel my body from hers so that I can take care of the condom. She stands up and turns to face me just as I’m tucking my still firm dick back into my pants. Her lip stick is smeared across her mouth, her hair is falling loose and the look in her eyes says she’s ready for round two.

  “I guess this means we missed our reservation,” she says with a laugh.

  “Do you really care, Red?”

  “Nope.” She takes my hand and leads me from the kitchen.

  “Isn’t your bedroom down there?” I ask. She looks confused and then glances up at the sign above the hallway. She laughs softly.

  “Oh, no it’s not. That sign is actually pointing to the laundry room.”

  “The laundry room is where the magic happens?

  She turns and tugs me firmly in the other direction. “Have you ever buried your face in a pile of warm, clean clothes and inhaled?” She asks.

  “No, I can’t say that I have.”

  She smiles wide and I suspect that this is the most innocence I will ever see in her expression.

  “Well it’s fucking magical.” She leads me to the bathroom and pulls her dress up and over her head. “Clothes off, Slick. I want to have a shower and suck that big beautiful cock of yours.”

  This woman.

  Chapter 5

  Mona

  Where in all of holy hell is my damn vibrator?! I always leave it in the bathroom. Top drawer, next to my Sephora face masks and my old lady eye cream. The most practical place of all, clearly. Fuck, I am going to be late for work. I haven’t used it in two days, not since the night Walker came over and fucked me on the kitchen table. And then in the shower. And then in my bed. I was so wound up after he showed up at the salon, I decided to give myself a little pre-show before he picked me up. We’ve been humping like bunnies since then but last night we got interrupted when he got a call from the hotel manager with some sort of crisis. He left before I got the chance to ride him like a cowgirl. I woke up feeling tense and wretched, which is something I really hate. I need to get off before I go out in public. Really, it’s best for everyone, like a public service. Think Mona, where could it be? He showed up early, I chucked it in the drawer….and then what? I mentally retrace my steps like a horny Nancy Drew when it hits me. Mother fucker. He must have taken it. He’s the only person who has been here since then. Smack my ass and call me Sally, there is no way I’m about to let this shit fly. I can tell that Walker has a healthy dose of alpha in him and it most definitely turns me on, but there are certain lines that cannot be crossed. Stealing my vibrator and depriving me of an orgasm is one of them. I whip my cell phone out of my purse and swipe to his contact info. I try his cell first, straight to voicemail. Fine, I dial the hotel next and wait on hold while they track him down. I pace around the room like a pissed off cat in heat.

  “Walker Powell.” His deep voice only makes me hornier, which makes me angrier.

  “You son of a bitch, I cannot believe you took my vibrator! Especially after I let you deep throat me in the shower. Seriously Walker, what kind of fucked up macho man shit is this? If you don’t get me off, nothing can?! I demand that you return it to me before my beautiful vagina shrivels up and dies from neglect!”

  “Mona?”

  “What?!”<
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  “I’d like you to say hello to Mr. Ryan and Mr. Hart. You’re on speaker phone.”

  Sweet Jesus.

  “Hello Mr. Ryan, hello Mr. Hart.” I may be angry, but I won’t forget my manners. I’m not an animal. They return my greeting with just a tad too much enthusiasm. I can hear some papers being shuffled before Walker comes back on the line.

  “Sorry about that, we were just finishing up our meeting. You’re off speaker.”

  “Oh like I give a shit. What did you do with my vibrator, Walker?”

  “Mona, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t touch your vibrator.”

  “Then where the fu-“ Hm, how about that. It’s in my drawer after all, it just got shoved to the back.

  “Did you find your vibrator, Mona?” His voice is calm and sincere. What an asshole.

  “Yes, yes I did thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he replies.

  “Right. Okay, so I’m going to go. Are we still on for tonight?”

  “Of course. And Mona?” His voice is low.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to think of my mouth on your pussy and all the ways I’m going to fuck you tonight while you play with that sad little toy of yours.”

  Yowza.

  *

  I park in front of the house I grew up in and grab the lunch that I picked up from Olive’s. As usual, the lawn is immaculate and the front of the house looks like it was just prepped for a photo shoot. That’s Earl Mitchell for you. My dad is neat as a pin and the sweetest man alive. I try to make it over at least once a week to visit and mess up his perfectly clean house. My younger sister Hanna currently lives in Ireland so it’s just me and dad, but I don’t mind checking in on him. He is by far my most favourite human.

  We haven’t seen or heard from our mother since she bolted. She wasn’t much of a nurturer when she was around, so Hanna and I hardly noticed when she was gone for good. As a child, I never understood why her and my dad were together. It wasn’t until I was grown up that my dad finally spilled the beans and told me that I was the product of a very hasty one night stand. Apparently he convinced her that they could make things work and she agreed to stay with him. They had Hanna a few years later and I like to think that at some point maybe we were a happy family. But I guess in the end twelve years was her breaking point.

  Thankfully we had the Stones. Kate and I have been best friends since we were unruly toddlers and her brother Cole might as well have been my brother too. My dad did his best, but raising two girls wasn’t cheap so he worked his ass off for the railroad company to make sure we always had what we needed. He’s in his first year of retirement now and I often worry about him getting lonely. I don’t bother knocking and head straight to the kitchen.

  “Dad! I brought lunch!”

  There are some things a person can never un-see. A bad car wreck, a scary movie with a child ghost, a set of really unfortunate eyebrows and my personal favourite, your father banging his neighbour, Barbara, on the kitchen floor. Yup. I cover my eyes but the damage is done. I’m about to back it up and let the love birds finish their business when Barbara sees me and shrieks in complete and total horror.

  “Earl! Get off of me!”

  Wow, so not helping the situation.

  “What the? Oh, Mona, we didn’t see you there kiddo.”

  Please, someone give me poison.

  “Really, Dad its fine, I’m gonna go,” I say as I stumble backwards.

  “No sweetheart, stay, I’ll make some iced tea.” Ah Barbara. Always so accommodating.

  So that’s how I spend my lunch hour. Drinking iced tea and having sandwiches with my dad and his neighbour with benefits. I say goodbye to Barbara, but not before agreeing to come to her place for supper on Sunday night. My dad walks me out to my car.

  “I’m sorry Mona, I completely forgot that you were coming over today,” he says bashfully.

  “It’s fine dad, really. You’re allowed to have a life ya know. I just didn’t realize you were dating. I don’t think I’ve seen you with anyone since crazy eyed Cathy.” He gives me his best disappointed father look, but we both know its complete bullshit. That broad totally had crazy eyes.

  “I didn’t plan it, but Barbara’s alone, I’m alone. She’s a good woman Mona.” He seems afraid that I’ll disagree.

  “Of course she is, I’ve always liked Barbara. I’m happy for you daddio, good for you.” I kiss him quick on the cheek, get in my car and head back to work.

  Chapter 6

  Walker

  I enter the elevator and punch the button for my floor. What a fucking day. Two meetings to discuss possible mergers between a new restaurant chain and the Vegas hotels, a system update for the computers at the front desk and a meeting with the club manager here to see if numbers are climbing. ICE hasn’t been open long but it’s proving to be a popular spot for locals and tourists. There isn’t a nightclub for miles so we are able to acquire business from a couple of the neighboring towns as well. We opened the club on a trial basis but it looks like we’ll be able to keep it given the revenue that it’s bringing in. The highlight of my day would have to be my phone call from Mona. I didn’t know it was her when they put the call through. I think it’s safe to say Robert and Malcolm were just as surprised as I was to hear the news of the missing vibrator. I played the calm and collected card with her but if I was honest, the thought of her fucking anything besides my face, hands or cock pisses me off. I would have taken that vibrator and broke it in two had I known of its existence. The last couple days with Mona have been nothing but us fucking each other into exhaustion and it’s been the best two days of my life. I expected the physical need that I felt for her to be somewhat sated by now, but it has only grown stronger.

  The elevator chimes and I step out into the dimly lit hallway. I travel often for work and I never used to mind living out of my suitcase but lately I find myself getting restless. I have a penthouse apartment in Vegas, which is where I spend most of my time but even that doesn’t feel much like a home. Just a place to sleep and occasionally fuck a willing woman. Usually my business trips drag on, but being in Blue Falls and having Mona to help pass the time has made this trip more than bearable. I check my watch, I still have an hour before she’ll arrive for our nightly routine. A hot shower to wash off the day is exactly where I am headed. I swipe the key card and open the door, nearly tripping over a very familiar pair of red high heels. I look up and see a note taped to the wall.

  Enjoy the show, Slick.

  -Red

  I round the corner and find the owner of the sexy red shoes laying on the king size bed. Naked with her legs spread, fucking herself with a purple vibrator. Her moans fill the room as she expertly pumps the brightly coloured toy in and out of her slick pussy, a separate attachment massages her clit and she has one hand on her breast, pinching and rolling her pierced nipple between her fingers. I notice she has a chair set up at the foot of the bed. I remove my jacket and tie and undo the top button of my shirt. I take a seat and rub my throbbing cock through my pants. She looks at me with a smirk and winks. Fuck me, this is incredible. I can see her wetness seeping out and sliding down her ass. I want to bury my face between her gorgeous thighs and lick up every last drop. I unzip my pants and begin to stroke myself as I watch the vibrator get sucked in by her greedy little pussy. Her eyes roll back and her breathing picks up, I can tell she’s close. Her back arches off the bed as her sweet cream gushes out onto her hand. She removes the vibrator and swipes two slim fingers along her seam before bringing them to her lips and sucking them into her mouth. Fuck. I cum in a steady stream, dripping onto my own hand. I open my eyes to find her now kneeling in front of my chair. She removes my hand from my cock and uses her tongue to clean the cum from my fingers. She licks along my length in long, slow strokes, swallowing with a grin. She leans back and stands up, licking her lips slowly.

  “Hi honey. How was your day?” She asks sweetly. On second thought, mayb
e I won’t destroy her vibrator after all.

  I stand from the chair and gently push her back onto the plush mattress. Her little performance merely wet my appetite, and now it’s my turn to play. I strip off the rest of my clothes while she slides back on the bed. I crawl towards her, she already has her legs spread open for me like a good girl. I lick and suck my way up her hot little body, paying extra attention to her fucking sexy pierced nipples. I speak against her heated skin.

  “Tell me Mona, is it a habit of yours to fuck yourself in front of an audience?” I nip her collar bone and bring my mouth to her neck. She turns her head and gives me more of what I want.

  “No, you’re the only one I’ve ever done that for,” she whispers on a moan.

  Fucking right I’m the only one. I lace my fingers with hers and place her arms above her head while I slide my cock against her swollen pussy, grazing her clit as I go up and down. She’s so fucking wet.

  “It’s my turn now. You’re going to keep your hands above your head while I take what’s mine. If you move them, I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you Mona?” I bite her neck and lick the mark.

  “Mmm, fuck no, I don’t want you to stop.” She pushes her hips up, trying in vain to take my cock.

  I grab a condom from the nightstand and don’t waste any more time. I know what I need. I know what she wants. I place a firm hand on either one of her smooth thighs and push them wider. I’m going to fuck her deep and make sure that she never forgets what it’s like to have me inside of her. I tease her entrance as she whimpers with want.

  “Do you want my cock Mona?”

  “Ahh, fuck yes I want your cock!”

  “Who’s going to make you cum, Mona?” I rub her clit with the tip of my aching dick.

  “You are!” She shouts.

  “And who’s going to own your pretty little pussy, Mona?”

  “Fuck!! You, Walker! Please!” She begs.