Page 18 of The Cursed Chalice

“You deserve to be drunk in.” I pour the wine into the chalice. I remember the warning Moira gave me. But really? I think she may think the cup would have lead in it. Or something magical would happen.

“Cheers. May I find joy, love, and happiness after the first sip.” I raise the chalice high, then take a sip.

I close my eyes, waiting for something to happen.

I open one eye, blurting out a laugh. “Not a shit happened.”

I should finish the wine. I stagger to the bed, but I do feel very, very…sleepy.

ARIC

“I told Melissa, a week in Miami is the answer,” Cherry says as she throws her long legs over my lap.

I look down as she wiggles her teal-covered toes.

“Anyway, Ophelia is getting married to that millionaire she met on the yacht. Lucky girl.” Cherry continues her endless chatter.

“Why did you bring her here again?”

“To fuck,” I whisper. “I don’t think I want to anymore.”

“Ha, no. We are fucking. Let me out.”

I close my eyes, breathing in and allowing the exchange to happen.

I stretch my chest out and roll my neck, inhaling.

“Did you hear about the runaway bride? It was all over the news. So?—”

“Do you want to fuck?”

Cherry’s jaw drops, and she quickly catches herself. “I remember when sex was sweet and magical.”

“Well, bippity boppity fucking boo. Let’s fuck.” I pull her leg, lifting her to sit with her legs on either side of my thighs.

Cherry throws her red hair over her shoulder. “You are so crass, Aric.”

“And you love it.” I grab her ass and press her down to grind against my cock.

She bites her lip and leans down to kiss me. Slowly, she moves off my lap and begins to kneel in front of me.

I begin to pull my black shirt out of my pants. “How long has it been?” I ask.

Cherry smiles. “Too long, Aric.”

“Almost a month.”

“Yeah, I’m going to fuck her into oblivion.”

Cherry snickers while her hands unbuckle my belt, making quick work of my zipper and button. I inhale when her hands wrap around my cock and bring it out.

She licks the side of my cock. Every time she avoids the head, I can feel myself becoming pissed off.

“My cock is too thick to be a fucking popsicle. Cease the tongue play and take it into your fucking mouth.”

Cherry looks me in my eyes as she begins to swallow my cock down her throat. There is something about not having to tell a girl to breathe through her nose. I love that Cherry knows how to suck my cock.

“Fuck, Cherry, your throat feels…” I break off, enjoying the feel of her tongue rippling under my shaft.