The Billionaire's Pixie

Treasured Night

Tinkerbell decided that it was necessary to have after party drinks. We had a reason to celebrate, something told me I was experiencing the first time the great Tinkerbell got drunk. She was swaying as she walked to my living room, getting comfortable by kicking off her heels and tossing her coat on the floor.

She felt right at home.

Pushing her heels aside with my foot, I grabbed her coat off the floor and put it away. She was definitely staying over. I didn't trust her to go back home and not get hurt. She kept asking for another drink but I wouldn't enable her reckless behavior. Instead, I walked into the kitchen and started making coffee.

That would make her feel better.

“Jacob Blackwood is simply amazing. He’s not even human, I bet.”

I smiled, “Sometimes I wonder that too.”

She glanced over her shoulder and stared at me, “You’re slow with the drinks, fancy boy.”

I met her gaze, “Be patient.”

She narrowed her eyes on me, probably trying to look threatening. She was failing because she honestly looked adorable like that. I looked away when the strap of her dress fell off her shoulder. She noticed it and fixed her dress.

“Whatever, I’ll be patient then.” She muttered.

After making us both a cup of coffee I joined Tinkerbell on the couch. She frowned as I handed her a cup of coffee instead of another drink which she could throw back as if it was water. She still took it, the glare which followed was cute too.

“Coffee.” She muttered.

“Yes, coffee.” I confirmed, “It’s good, trust me.”

She didn't look happy about it but still muttered thanks, "It does smell good."

Coffee, tea or water is all she was getting from me. I didn’t want her to go through what I went through when I slept with her. That part was nice but the whole blacking out and feeling like crap wasn’t that great. No one should go through that, not even the annoying Grace.

“I'm so done with her." Tinkerbell announced, "So done." She repeated, "She made a fool out of herself then Jacob Blackwood showed up out of thin air and threatened her in that cool and deep tone. His eyes so blue, blue. Ice blue." She trailed off, "She was shaking in her heels." She laughed, "I mean who wouldn't? It's Jacob Blackwood who got pissed, you know."

“I know.” I chuckled.

“Where was I?” She asked.

“You were telling me how done you were with Grace.”

She nodded, staring at me with a serious look in her eyes, “So done.” She firmly stated again.

I couldn’t help myself as I asked her the burning question, “So are you done with her?”

Tinkerbell nodded angrily and then realized what I just asked her, “Funny.” She tried to keep her face impassive, void of any emotion but she burst out in laughter anyway, the sound filling the room. It didn’t sound unpleasant at all. I rather liked hearing her laugh like that, “She’s just not worth it.”

That’s something I definitely agreed on, “She’s not.” I told her firmly, my face impassive and staying that way, “She’s a selfish person, Amber. Not to mention she’s willing to hurt anyone to get what she wants.” I sighed, “She also ruined my friendship with Owen. I haven’t seen him at all after Grace did her stupid phone switch to get me at the bar to have a drink with her.”

“She’s evil.”

I couldn’t agree more, “Pure evil.”

“I’m not friends with her anymore.”

Tinkerbell was talkative and a little childish when she was drunk. That was good to know. If I needed to get information out of her I just needed to make sure she shot back a lot of hard liquor. It wasn’t healthy, it couldn’t be.

“You okay?” I asked her.

She sipped her coffee, humming at the taste of the bitter liquid, “This is good.” She hummed, “I’m doing okay.” She let me know, answering my question as if it was an afterthought, “You’re being so nice to me.”

I sipped my coffee too, “Maybe I’m a nice guy.”

“You are.” She quietly agreed, “You are a nice guy, Nick. I’ve known that since the day I met you.”

I didn’t buy that, when we first met I more or less stole the game she stole from me back. I judged her and nearly put her in the same box as Grace. Turned out Amber was different. She wasn’t anything like Grace at all. She was a nice girl who got along with my family. She didn’t judge me at all even though she called me fancy boy a lot. I did call her Tinkerbell so we were even I suppose.

Her pink hair was fading, blonde locks showing through. Maybe she wouldn’t dye her hair pink again. It was a shame because the soft pink color suited her. She looked nice like that. The dress she wore was beautiful too.

A dove grey color, the silk fabric felt soft to the touch. Everything about her tonight looked soft to the touch. Without thinking it through I leaned in and kissed her. Not only did I surprise her but I also surprised myself. All I could think about was how soft to the touch Amber would feel.

She didn’t stay frozen for long. When she kissed me back I put my coffee cup on my coffee table, making sure her cup wouldn’t fall either I placed her cup on the table too. While I was making sure we wouldn’t burn ourselves Amber clung to me. She didn’t want to let go, I didn’t want that either.

But safety first.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer, making me hover over her. She laid back on the couch, I made sure she was comfortable, brushing hair locks out of her face. Her eyes trailed from mine to my lips. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she wanted. Smiling I leaned in again, a breathy chuckle leaving mine because of how eager Tinkerbell was to shove her tongue down my throat.

I let her have her way.

We kissed on the couch, soft gentle kisses and soft touches. Her body felt warm, she shivered whenever I trailed my fingers over her side. She made whining noises when I never really touched the places she needed me to touch the most.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, Tinkerbell deepened the kiss. I teased her until she couldn't take it anymore and dragged her nails over my clothed back. It didn't damage me like she intended to but it still burned.

Not wanting her to combust right then and there I trailed my fingers over her leg. The little whines which escaped her lips then told me I was on the right track. I trailed my fingers high and higher, reaching her inner thighs. Brushing my fingers over her panties I felt how wet she was. Her panties were soaked.

She needed this.

Pulling the flimsy material aside I brushed her lips first, then circled her c**t which made her noises become louder. Her body trembling beneath mine with want. Her body heated up, her kisses becoming wetter and more desperate.

I teased her a bit, trailing my fingers up and down her lips. She bit my bottom lip which made me slip a finger inside her. She clenched around my finger while she apologized to me by kissing me softly, running her fingers through my hair.

Pushing in another finger I slowly moved them in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. She rode my fingers, taking what she needed from me. Her juices leaked down my hand, making a mess of her panties and dress.

Neither one of us cared.

I pulled my fingers out of her, which made her scream out my name in frustration.

Chuckling against her lips I made her a promise, “You’ll get there.” I whispered.

I rubbed her c**t, making sure to use the right amount of pressure which made her make sounds of approval. When she got close I pushed my fingers back inside, hitting that sweet spot just in time. She clenched around my fingers tightly, her whole body tensing up as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

She was so f*****g beautiful.

Once she came down from her high I gently pulled my fingers out of her, rubbing her lips softly without much pressure since I knew she was sensitive right now. She opened her eyes and stared at me with stars in her eyes.

“You’re amazing.”

“I doubt you’ll say that in the morning.”

She flashed me a daring look, “I will tell you that in the morning too.” She ran her hands up and down my arms, “Let’s move this to your bed. This can’t be too comfortable.”

I’d love to move this to the bedroom but I was in a teasing mood and Tinkerbell despite being tipsy, not so much drunk knew this too.

“What about coffee?” I asked, “It’s good coffee as you might recall.”

“We’ll have coffee in the morning too.”

I kissed her lips, “Okay then.”

Pulling away from her I headed down the hallway, smiling when I heard her follow me. This night wouldn’t be as wild or rough as the first night we slept together. Yet I knew we’d both treasure this night more.