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“Oh come on, one fancy dress party is not going to kill you.”
“It might.”
“Come on. I promise Billy won’t be there.”
“He better not, Paige, or so help me-”
“I’ve told Martin not to invite him.”
“What’s so special about this party, Paige?”
“We’re all single. And dressing up like fairy tale characters.”
She groaned and covered her face then dropped her hands to the table. “You’re kidding me.”
Her best friend giggled. “Nope, you’ll look amazing.”
“And this is the part where I ask you who I’m supposed to go as.”
“Little Red Riding Hood!”
“Oh Paige!” She dropped her head into her hands and wallowed in the softness of her palms. “Why? Why?”
“Well, for one, your hair, silly.” She flipped her best friend’s bright artificial red hair curls. “And I invited the perfect Big Bad Wolf.”
“Paige, I really don’t need help finding a date.”
“How long has it been since you and Billy split?”
“Over a year.”
“And when was your last date?”
“Billy took me out for Valentine’s Day.”
“See! That’s just sad. Come on. You know you’ll have fun.”
“Alright. Alright!” Paige squealed delighted and hugged her best friend.
Red tugged her ruffled panties out of the crack of her ass for the millionth time since she’d been at the party. Men and women in overly sexualized costumes for every fairy tale she’d ever read or been read, and more than a few she didn’t recognize, drank and talked and laughed. She chose to stay near the edge of the party.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help the surge of confidence at her reflection. She had to admit that she was fucking hot. And that wasn’t the vodka shots talking either. She’d braided the impossibly bright red hair into an empire braid. It was hard to distinguish her hair from the hooded cape she wore that tied around her nape and hung off her shoulders, drawing attention to her elegant neck. The knee high black boots gave her an extra two inches of height, which she didn’t need, but they made her long legs look paler between the black leather and the red check gingham skirt. It was impossible to tell where the tulle petticoats ended and the ruffled panties began. Her tits were practically in her throat with the black leather waist cincher corset holding them aloft. She’d gotten several raised glasses for the abundance of cleavage.
Red nearly spit out her drink upon hearing Billy’s familiar donkey bray of a laugh. She whipped around to see him dressed as a typical prince with a damsel on his arm. She stalked over to Paige and grabbed her out of her conversation not caring how rude she seemed.
“I thought you said fuck face wasn’t going to be here.”
“Who?”
“Billy.” Red managed through clenched teeth, her hands balled tightly into fists at her sides.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” She tried to look apologetic. “He found out and practically begged Martin.”
Red's mouth hung open incredulously. She couldn't believe the lack of her care her best friend had over this. A year was a drop in the bucket to the pain she felt. She recovered and held her hand up. “You know what? Save it. I’m leaving.” Red started to walk away but Paige caught her by the elbow.
“Wait, wait, wait! You haven’t even met your Big Bad Wolf yet.”
“I don’t fucking care.” She pointed at Billy. “He hurt me in ways you can’t possibly imagine. And the fact that you lied to me, you have him here, and you’re acting like you don’t even care hurts me in ways I didn’t think possible from my best friend.” She jerked her arm free and made a beeline for the front door.
Tears blurred her vision. Add the alcohol she’d drank and she missed the last step to the townhouse. Perfect, she thought, what a perfect way to end the night. She braced for the fall than never came. Her dark eyes opened to the most handsome face she’d ever seen.
“Are you alright?”
“No, not really.”
He set her on her feet. Only then did they recognize each other’s costume. He smiled and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “I’m Sebastian, but you can call me the Big Bad Wolf.” When he kissed her knuckles, he was careful not to get any of his wolfish makeup on her pale skin. He didn’t miss her licking her lips at his bare chest. “And you must be Little Red Riding Hood.”
“That I am, but I’m leaving. I’m sorry.” She drew her hand back and started to walk away.
“Hey, wait.” He grabbed her elbow. He sighed. “We don’t have to go inside, but don't go.” He nodded to the park across the street. “There’s a gazebo. We can talk.”
“That’s really sweet of you, Sebastian, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear my drama.”
He smiled and her heart and belly did a flip. “Don’t be so sure, Red.” He took her chin between his fingertips. “I would do anything right now to take that sad look and those tears off your beautiful face and eyes.”
Red laughed softly. “Jesus, where the fuck did Paige find you?”
He grinned. “Soho.” He skimmed his thumb along her jaw. “Listen, I only came to this party because Paige comes to my gym and she promised me a smart, funny and absolutely gorgeous Red to talk to. And boy, did she come through and I’d love to talk to you more and get to know you.”
Red sighed. “Alright, but I’m not going back to the party.”
“That’s fine.” They walked side by side up the stone path to the gazebo. “Paige tells me you work in a book store?”
“Yep, I wanted to be a librarian when I was a kid. But call me weird, the thought of the books not having a forever home makes me sad.”
“Yes, that’s weird but also adorable.” They sat on the railing of the gazebo, a comfortable acceptable distance between them. The moonlight shone down on her, making her exposed skin almost glow in the silvery light. Sebastian licked his lips, imagining the way she would taste against his tongue.
“So what do you do?” She shrugged her shoulders up, resting her head on the somewhat cushion made by the cape, crossing her ankles.
"I'm an actor."
“Really? Anything I would know?”
“Maybe, but-“ He scooted closer, his body heat warming her up slightly. “I’d rather talk about you.”
“Me?”
“Yea, for starters, why you were leaving the party so early when you’re the best dressed there?”
She blushed and looked down at her feet. "That's an awfully big assumption, Big Bad, when you haven't seen anyone else at the party."
He shrugged. "I don't need to see anything else. You're it, kid."
She turned her leg inward, pressing her toes together. He bit his lip at how innocent she looked. “Paige’s brother Martin invited my ex-fiance Billy, after she promised me he wasn’t going to be here.”
His full lips made a soft ‘o’. “That’s rough.” He dropped his hand to her knee. Hers dropped to his immediately. His hand felt warm against her, perhaps it was fake fur glued to his skin. Or it could have been just him. Either way, it brought goose flesh over her. “Can I ask why he’s your ex?”
Red took a deep breath. “To make a long story short, he cheated on me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s not the worst of it.”
“So tell me the worst.” His soft smile disarmed her completely. His thumb rubbed over her knee.
“It was my birthday…and I’d just gotten ‘replaced’ at my job. I came home early, after stopping for a couple consolatory shots, and found them in our bed. My bed, specifically. We still had separate apartments, but Billy was staying with me while his building was being fumigated. And to make matters worse…it was the girl that replaced me.”
“Oh princess, that’s bad.” She blushed at the endearment and his sympathy.
She drew a shaky breath. “I haven’t seen him since I threw all his shit in the hallway.”
“Oh, Red.” She blinked back tears. “Hey, hey, hey, can I hug you? I really want to hug you right now.” She nodded. His insanely strong arms wrapped around her tightly. She hadn’t realized how strong he was. The fake fur hid the thick muscles that held her now. She looked up and he looked down at the same moment. “I’d really like to kiss you right now, Red.”
Red was emboldened by the look in his eyes. He stared at her like he was starving and she was an all you can eat buffet. “Go ahead. Big. Bad. Wolf.” She moved closer with each word. Then his lips were on hers and his tongue in her mouth. His strong hands pressed to her back then slid down over the cape. She moaned against his mouth, urging him on.
Sebastian swallowed and licked his lips, his hooded eyes watching her. The moonlight reflected almost silver in her pale blue irises. “Did you know that Little Red Riding Hood was essentially telling young girls ‘don’t talk to strangers’?”
“I did know that yes…” She slipped her arms around his shoulders, trailing her fingers through the soft fur. She squeaked when his hands closed on her ass and lifted her onto his lap with surprising strength and ease. “It can also be inferred that young girls coming into womanhood should be careful of men and their wolfish ways.”
“Fuck, I love a smart woman.” His lips crashed to hers, his tongue splitting her lips and teeth once again. When they parted again, they were both panting and breathless. “Come home with me. Forget about the party. Forget about Paige. Forget about Billy.” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss along her jaw. “This Big Bad Wolf wants his Little Red’s basket of goodies.”
“To grandmother’s house we go.”
Sebastian stood up and set her on her feet. “Wait here. I’ll bring my car around.” He jumped down the steps to the gazebo. Red laughed as he jogged back up them to give her one last kiss. “I’ll be right back. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He gave her yet another kiss then jumped down the steps and ran off across the grass.
~
They practically fell into Sebastian’s apartment, joined at the mouth. Their tongues swiped and curled around and over one another. His skillful fingers released her cape blindly then went for the cincher. She didn’t have much to take off him. Her delicate hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans.
“Ah ah ah, not yet, Red.” He lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct. He carried her effortlessly to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. “I believe there’s lines you need to say.”
Red laughed, a little bit surprised by his need for theatrics. “What?”
“Oh come on, humor an old dog.”
She laughed again. “Alright alright.” She rolled up onto her knees at the foot of the bed. “Grandma, what big eyes you have.”
“The better to see you with, my dear.” He grabbed the skirt of her dress and pulled her over her head, leaving her bare except for the boots and her white ruffled panties.
“You’ve practiced this, haven’t you?”
Sebastian chuckled, dipping to neck the right side of her. “Rehearsed, not practiced.” Red laughed and skimmed her palms up his chest and over his shoulders. “And you’re out of order.”
“What did I forget?”
Sebastian’s lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Oh grandmother, what big ears you have…” He scraped his teeth against the spot just behind her ear. His scruff rubbed her, adding a delicious layer to the sensations fluttering through her. She moaned and arched against his fur covered chest. The softness tickled her pert nipples. His palms skimmed down her back and closed over her round ass. “All the better to hear you with, my child.”
Red reached for his waistband and this time he didn’t stop her as she popped the button open and worked down the zipper. Sebastian’s mouth continued downward. His teeth scraped her collarbone and made her moan louder. The backs of his fingers teased up her ribs until his mouth and hands met at her breasts. She arched into his touch. Sebastian took the encouragement. His teeth drew a line down her sternum between her breasts as his hands kneaded her breasts then pinched her nipples between rough fingertips.
“But, grandmother, what large hands you have!”
Sebastian grinned at the breathless tremor of her voice. His cock twitched at how responsive she was to him. “All the better to touch you with.”
“Hey, that’s not the line.”
Sebastian paused a moment to push his jeans down his legs and step out of them and his shoes. He met her eyes as he peeled her knee high boots off her calves. “I know, but I plan on doing more than hugging you, Red.” His tongue was in her mouth again, stealing her words and her breath as he crawled onto the bed and urged her onto her back.
Red whimpered as his mouth resumed its downward descent. “Oh! But, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!” She propped herself up onto her elbows, watching him kiss lower on her belly. His crystalline blue eyes met hers at the edge of her panties. He grinned lopsidedly at her, pressing his thumb into a wet spot that had turned the white fabric translucent. She gasped, suppressing the shudder that ran through her as his thumb found her clit beneath the wet spot.
Sebastian watched her face flush and her mouth open more, working his thumb in firm, slow circles. He kissed her thigh then curled his around the hem of her panties, giving her a reprieve. He drew the ruffled scrap of fabric down her legs then tossed it aside. “All the better to eat you with.”
He grabbed her at the bend of her thighs to her hips and pulled her up to his mouth. She held her breath in anticipation. Hot breath tickled her bare mound. He met her eyes as he lower his lips her, pressing at kiss there. She bit her lip as his tongue parted his lips then parted hers, seeking out her clit.
Red’s arms gave out and dropped her to the bed at the first jolt of her pleasure. Again and again she gasped, her chest heaving with each one, as his tongue licked her clit slow then fast then slow again. She reached for his tasseled dark mop, shouting his name when he closed his lips over her clit and sucked.
“Ai un gust atat de bun.”
“I have no idea what you just said.” He chuckled and it vibrated through her. “Oh god, I don’t even care.” She lifted her hips into his onslaught.
“It’s Romanian.” He parted her pussy lips with two fingers, drawing her clit from its hood. “I said ‘you taste so good’.” He pressed his lips and tongue to her clit, sucking softly and licking gently. “Now, cum for the Big Bad Wolf, little Red.” He pushed two fingers inside her, searching for her sweet spot. The wet sound of his fingers pumping in and out of her was lost in her moans and cries. He was merciless on her clit.
When he found her spot, her word went white and pleasure surged through her. “Oh fuck!” She pulled his hair hard, earning her a grunt from him. She blinked rapidly at the ceiling, her chest heaving for breath. “Devoured by the wolf…”
Sebastian kissed his way up her center, nuzzling his scruffy face into her belly then against her breasts. “Don’t tell me my Little Red is dead.” He grinned.
“Not on your life, Wolf.” She cupped his jaw and drew him closer. Their lips met in a languid kiss that grew more passionate. Red tasted herself on his tongue, a salty tang to the taste of him. He pushed himself up, leaning to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer. A bit of maneuvering later and he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. She wiggled back and forth against the feel of the latex. He held himself over her with one arm.
Sebastian watched her face as he pushed into her. She whimpered at the stretch of him, but he went so slow that she adjusted to his size. They both moaned when he reached the end of them both. His open mouth hovered over hers.
“Oh grandmother…what a big cock you have.”
Her wanton breathlessness didn’t convey the cheek of her words. “The better to fuck you with, little Red.” He drew his hips back and snapped forward. She cried out, digging her nails into his back. The second snapping thrust, he kissed her, swallowing down her cries. Red drew her legs up and hooked her feet, one over his ass and the other over his thigh.
His name became a chorus on her lips, whispered into his mouth between her cries. Her second orgasm began to coil in her belly. She reached for the headboard, using it for leverage to roll her body to meet him thrust for thrust. His hand covered hers, locking their fingers together.
“I know you have another in you, Red. I can feel you shaking. Just let go, baby.” His palm glided down the outside of her thigh then hooked under her knee. He lifted her leg, opening her more and changing his angle. She arched off the bed, shuddering hard as her orgasm swept through her. Her cry cut off. Sebastian trembled, his senses going into overdrive as her cunt quivered around him. He pressed her knee into her chest, his hips snapping as he chased his orgasm. He pushed her into a third and came right behind her.
The sun fell across Red’s eyes. She jerked, painfully blind until she squeezed her eyes shut. The solid body next to her grunted at the movement. She rolled into him, sighing as his stout arm fell across her middle and drew her closer as it wrapped around her.
“Hush, Big Bad needs more sleep.”
Red giggled, honest to god giggled, as he rolled to face her and bring more flush against his chest. “Only if you promise to feed me when we get up.”
Sebastian lifted his head. “Tell me your real name.”
She blushed. “Rheed.”
Sebastian half-laughed. “So its sounds like I’ve been saying your name wrong all night. Christ.” He shook his head. “Well, Rheed, I will feed you, fuck you, whatever you want when we get up.” He brushed a hair from her forehead. “I’d really love to get to know you.”
“I think you know me pretty intimately after last night.”
He squeezed her. “You know what I mean.”
She bit her lip, looking up at him. “I’d like that.”
Sebastian grinned. “Good.” He kissed her lips then the tip of her nose. “Now go back to sleep.” He growled playfully into her neck as he nestled against her. She hooked her leg over his ass and thigh and cuddled up close. This wasn’t anything like the ending of the original story, but don’t fairy tales need happy endings?