Unicorn Ch. 03

"Oh no, we're going now," Mr. Preston assured her with a gleam in his eye.

The elevator opened with a ding and Lauren had stopped laughing. "Won't we get in trouble?"

Mr. Preston kissed her on the forehead and asked, "What are they going to do to us, baby love?"

They got out on the twelfth floor and walked arm in arm down the hall to their room. The room was smaller than the master bedroom at the penthouse but it was lovely and cool. There was a small living area with a couch and a chair. There was a set of French doors that were open and invited them into the bedroom. The light on the nightstand was on and the curtains were closed. The shadows cast on the bed made it feel like it was already quite late. Lauren smoothed her hands down the heavy cotton sheets and the neatly folded, down comforter. There were two chocolates on the white fold of the sheet and she felt a stab of hunger, probably the munchies. Lauren lay down and her hair spilled over her side of the bed as she waved a chocolate at her king.

"Chocolate?" she asked in a voice that suggested she wanted to give him anything and everything.

Mr. Preston eased down on the bed next to her, heavy and wide and his warmth immediately infused the atmosphere. "Yes," he said and opened his mouth.

His lips were red, beautiful lips really. They were red and just a little wet in the center. His tongue was the deep pink at the center of a rose and his teeth were movie star white and perfectly shaped. It was a magnificent mouth and Lauren unwrapped the candy and traced the brown tip along his lips. She followed the shape of his mouth like she had with her tongue.

Mr. Preston flicked his tongue out at her and took the candy. The push, that licking movement, Lauren recognized the move and her body quivered. That was the way his tongue moved over her. The way his tongue flicked when he parted her lower lips and found her sensitive little pearl. It was that swipe of the tongue that brought her to a place of pounding need with just that little motion.

Lauren wondered if he wasn't already hard and ready for her. They were on a bed after all, in a very nice room. Mr. Preston took her hand and kissed the center of her palm. "You should take a nice cool bath," he whispered. "I'll bring you a Coke and some ice and then I'll wait for the clothes."

"Okay," Lauren said and bit her bottom lip, thinking. Was he bored with her? They had been together all day.

"Just, will you do one thing before you go?" Mr. Preston wanted to know. Lauren felt the worried creases on her forehead melt once more. He did want her, that voice was a tell. In a minute, he'd be unzipping his pants for her and then pushing her head down on his cock, all the way to the root of it while he churned in and out.

"Yes," anything, fuck my throat, all the way to my stomach, Lauren thought.

"Kiss me again," Mr. Preston's eyes shone in the low light. They were serious and beautiful and held some new expression of need that Lauren had never seen there before. "Just like you did earlier," Mr. Preston's voice shook a little when he added, "You made me cum in my pants before at the park."

"Really?" Lauren felt the pride well up inside her chest. Pride and want, both in equal amounts, she wanted to be his good girl.

"Yes and that's never happened to me before," Mr. Preston told her with his fingers in her hair and then just like that, her mouth was his. Her breath entered him and Mr. Preston groaned into Lauren. It was a desperate sound that echoed her own need. Their tongues dipped and caressed, slippery sounds that came with a crescendo, the rise and fall of two into one.

It was ecstasy. Lauren wrapped her fingers in his hair and her breasts melted into his chest. Her hips pushed into his pelvis, as if every pore in her body had to be his. She had to be taken, broken open and poured down inside Mr. Preston.

When the kiss ended, Lauren shivered uncontrollably. Mr. Preston held her close and kissed her eyebrows and her cheeks, her closed lids and the tip of her nose. "Part of me wants to rip those shorts off you and fuck you until you can't walk."

Lauren waited, frozen and hot all at the same time. Part of her needed that too and the shorts felt tight between her legs.

"But then the surprise later wouldn't be as fun," he whispered with a sigh and released Lauren as he lay on his back. "Get ready before I change my mind." It sounded like a stern warning and Lauren giggled all the way to the bathroom.

While the tub filled with water, she contemplated masturbating. She could do it quickly and silently like she used to do at home but maybe that would be ruining the surprise too.

She would wait for him.

***

The reception was held in the Grand Ballroom and Lauren felt herself hold her breath in the ribbed bodice of her fitted dress. It was like they had walked into a dream, a castle in a fairytale and surely there must be royalty here with this finery everywhere she turned. The tables were laid out with tall, white tapers and gold candlestick holders. In between candelabras, there were bowls and vases filled with flowers. Crimson roses and lighter pink roses too, the scent of damp flow in full bloom hung heavy in the air.

Lauren thought of Mrs. Preston's face cream and smiled secretly to herself. Mr. Preston noticed that she was tall enough with the stilettos to almost look him in the eye. "You okay?" his voice was a whisper on her neck. He knew that Lauren was a little nervous and the weed was just beginning to melt the tight places along her spine.

"I think so," she whispered back.

"Yes, everyone is looking at us, you're not paranoid," the king murmured as his strong fingers lingered on her bare arm. "But that's because you're so beautiful."

There was a band in the corner and as they struck up, "Witchcraft", Lauren recognized it almost immediately. Mr. Preston played the Rat Pack music constantly when they were out on the boat.

"Would you care to dance, my love?" he whispered into her hair.

Lauren nodded and followed him to the floor. She liked being this tall but the shoes made her nervous. She wasn't adept in them like Mrs. Preston. Mr. Preston knew that she was unpracticed and was careful to walk slowly. Lauren got the distinct impression that he enjoyed taking his time and feeling all the eyes on them.

Once they were on the dance floor, Mr. Preston twirled her and brought Lauren close. "And here I thought that the braids and the sundress were my favorite look," he flashed a wicked grin.

Lauren had put her hair up in a careful bun. She could feel that little tendrils of wispy curls had already escaped and caressed her bare neck and shoulders. She had been careful with the red lipstick and when she'd stepped back, away from the mirror, she had smiled at her reflection. If the cutoffs and tube top made her look like a girl then the cocktail dress and heels made her look like a woman. And she finally felt like one too.

Mr. Preston led and he guided Lauren easily with one hand around hers and one at the center of her bottom. It was a possessive move, bold and sexual and Lauren noticed that no one else on the dance floor touched the way they did.

Mr. Preston looked like James Bond in the tuxedo and Lauren could feel his heat as it radiated through the velvety dress. His dick was half hard in the pleats as he twirled her out and then brought her back. This was exactly the way he took charge of Lauren's body in the bedroom too and she was sure that was what he was thinking of with that stiffness between his legs.

The music went on, the melody and the tempo changed but it was all just in the background. There were a couple of faster songs but she and Mr. Preston seemed to be dancing to their own music, like they had at the park. It was just foreplay really, their hands and hips moving to music now but it was easy to picture him bare and orchestrating the footsteps to his bed as well.

"Unforgettable," began and the kind smiled. Mr. Preston turned Lauren around to face the window that looked out over Walton Street. The lights were on and the night was humid and the world had a slick sheen to it. Lauren could see Mr. Preston's face behind her in the glass. She could smell him on her skin. It wasn't just the subtle under current of his aftershave, it was the scent of his body. She could feel his heart beating against her back and she couldn't help but push her bottom into him. Right there, his throbbing hardness was right there along the line of the panties that were swallowed up by her cheeks. She opened her mouth, red lips all shiny and wet like she'd been sucking his cock on her knees instead of dancing in the candlelit room. "Oh god," she said as the warmth between her legs made her inner thighs shiver.

Mr. Preston nodded to her reflection and now one of his huge hands was on her belly and the other had reached behind, hidden from view. His fingernails traced up under the hem of her dress. This was worse than the boat, Lauren thought with a deep breath. On the boat, she'd hardly been wearing clothes at all. But here, dressed like this, it was so wrong for him to look at her reflection as he slipped his intrusive fingers into the sliver of panties.

"Mark? Mark Preston, is that you?" A woman's voice broke the spell. It was a shrill voice that Lauren didn't recognize. She interrupted them.

Mark turned around quickly and released Lauren as he turned to face the voice. "Hello Fran, how are you?"

"Well I'm fabulous," she only came up to Lauren's shoulder and she peered at Lauren with hawk-like eyes. She seemed to be memorizing everything as she chirped, "I thought I saw you come in. Are you from the bride's side or the groom's?"

"I honestly don't remember," Mr. Preston told her matter of factly.

"Well it's gorgeous here," Fran said with a flourish, "but it ought to be when you're spending this kind of money. Right?" she poked Mr. Preston with a hot pink, pointed nail.

"Right." He agreed. Lauren felt her cheeks, they were hot and she wanted to walk away. Obviously Fran, whoever she was, wanted to know what Mr. Preston was doing with Lauren and neither he or Lauren wanted to say a word.

"Where's Sharon?" the woman finally asked.

"Martha's Vineyard," Mr. Preston said with a gulp that Lauren could hear.

Fran nodded, her thin lips spread wide across her face as she gave him a knowing smile. "Well make sure you tell her I said hello," she said as she squinted at Lauren. Fran made it sound like a threat. Like I know what you did, better tell your wife before I do.

"Will do," Mr. Preston assured Fran as she walked away.

Once they were alone once more, or as alone as you can be on a crowded dance floor, Mr. Preston sighed and asked Lauren, "Now where was I? Oh yes, I remember."

She couldn't help it though, the shame was there on her cheeks. "Who was that?" Lauren asked.

"Some society biddy, some woman who knows my parents." He shrugged, his body was big and comforting behind her but he wasn't hard anymore either. "I'm sure she's off telling anyone who will listen that I'm fucking around on my wife."

Lauren nodded, how humiliating for her queen.

"This is why we aren't with Sharon for the holiday," Mr. Preston told Lauren's reflection in the glass. "Her sister has seen me before with other women," he kissed her on the back of the neck and added in a hot whisper, "And once with another man. Sharon doesn't feel comfortable telling her family anything so they just think I'm a scoundrel."

Wait, Lauren thought the whole world stopped. She still swayed her hips to silence because she couldn't hear anything but her own pulse. Did that mean that people did tell their families? And with a man? Lauren asked with a rush of air, "What do you tell your family?"

He chuckled and twirled her back around to face him. The song was "Return to Me," and she knew that it was one of Mr. Preston's favorites. It was slow and a little sad and with that look on his face, Lauren knew that he was entirely wrapped up in the touch of the two of them once more. "My father took me to brothels as a young man. It was our father son time," he said and shook his head. "So we've never talked about it but I'm sure that they all assume I'm a pervert."

Lauren thought he was kind of a pervert too but she loved that about him.

"But it's different for a man than it is for a woman," he added with large, serious eyes that twinkled with the flames. "Women are guilty for doing the same things that make me cool," he twirled her again and then rested his chin on her bare shoulder. "But I don't have to tell you that."

He didn't. Even now, even like this, Lauren knew. Fran would think Lauren was a whore and Mr. Preston might be an asshole for cheating on his beautiful wife but boys will be boys. She giggled and asked, "Who says you're cool?"

They burst into laughter.

"And you're bisexual too?" Lauren only whispered the word, just in case.

"Yes, my love," Mr. Preston said as he drew her in close. Chest to chest, he whispered into her throat. "It's not like I used to be when I was younger. The urge for sex with men doesn't happen that often," he said with his lips on Lauren's vein, "but when it comes, it's irresistible. Like a volcano."

She squeaked, the sound couldn't be stopped. The thought of him with a man made Lauren crazy inside. It had to be another dark haired brute of a man, they would tear each other in two, wouldn't they? And why did the thought of him sucking and fucking and biting and rutting with another man make her knees weak?

"Mrs. Preston must approve of all dalliances with men," Mr. Preston added as Lauren's pulse trembled. "Just like any of our other partners," he told her. "Even you, as much as I wanted you right from the start, if Sharon had said no, then it would be no," he shrugged. "It's not real if Sharon isn't part of it. She's the only person I've ever met who gets me," he carefully brought Lauren to him, both hands on her waist as he added, "And sometimes I think, maybe you too."

Well fuck.

The song had changed to something upbeat and Lauren didn't recognize this one but it hardly mattered. They were far away, she was wrapped up in the fantasy. "Sharon sees people alone sometimes and occasionally I do as well. But no one ever sneaks around. I tell her everything."

Lauren nodded, Mrs. Preston had said almost exactly the same thing.

"Of course this is a surprise for both of us," Mr. Preston brought his hand back down to her cheeks again. "Being in love."

Yes, in love and in love and in more love than seemed imaginable or even possible.

They laughed and danced as all the eyes took them in. Disapproving glances up and down and occasionally a smile, but those were all from men. Fuck it, she thought. She was going to be like him, like Mr. Preston. She was just going to do what her heart said was right and right now that was dance, cheek to cheek, with the man she loved. Right here in front of all of them.

They continued until Lauren's feet hurt too much to twirl anymore. Mr. Preston checked his watch and said, "Perfect timing. Your surprise will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

***

Lauren and Mr. Preston were seated on the sofa in the living room area of their hotel room when the knock at the door came. For some reason, Lauren felt nervous about the surprise and couldn't begin to imagine what Mr. Preston had planned. There was a stir down inside, something where every sensation was heightened and it wasn't the marijuana anymore. It was the thrill of the unknown.

Mr. Preston answered the door and Lauren heard a female voice and then the sound of a very soft kiss. She pressed her inner thighs together and almost wanted to hold her breath and see what the surprise was.

The woman was tall. She was maybe an inch taller than Mr. Preston but she wore hot pink heels that gave her an extra probably four inches over her natural height. Still, she would tower over Lauren even in her bare feet. "Lauren, this is Lady Jane," Mr. Preston made the introductions and escorted Lady Jane to the sofa. She took a seat with a long, quiet purr, like a sleek cat who was settling into her space.

Lady Jane's skin was a beautiful, dark tan color. She wasn't the olive complexion of Mr. Preston, this was more like cocoa. Her hair was a mass of blonde ringlets down her back and her shoulders and it was a full afro of curls on top of her head. She looked like a lioness with that mane and Lauren couldn't help but want to sink her fingers into Lady Jane's hair. "Lady Jane, this is our love, Lauren," he finished and Lauren blushed at the word love.

Lady Jane put out her hand. Her long nails were the same color as her shoes and it wasn't a handshake as much as it was a brush with her nails along Lauren's palm and up her forearm. Lauren felt every hair on her arm stand at attention as Lady Jane smiled. She cocked her head and her thick, black lashes fluttered on her cheeks like butterfly wings. "Lauren, it's wonderful to meet you. Mark has told me such nice things about you."

"It's nice to meet you too," Lauren whispered back. Lady Jane's voice was a deep, rich voice that seemed to match the color of her skin. It was earthy, it was something with many layers that needed to be peeled back one at a time. Lady Jane touched Lauren's cheek softly as she kept her fingers between her own with the other hand. Lady Jane smelled like spices and honey and Lauren let her scent linger with a long, slow exhale. "Oh, Mark, she's perfect, isn't she?" Lady Jane asked quietly, like it was a secret for just the three of them.

"We like to think so," he said with a smile. "Lady Jane, anything to drink? I've got Jack Daniels and Coke, I opened a bottle of Cabernet as well, just in case."

"What are you having, Lauren?" Lady Jane asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Just Coke," Lauren told her and felt her left hand move to Lady Jane's knee. Her skin was warm and almost damp, like she'd just gotten out of a warm bath.

"I'll have the same," Lady Jane told Mr. Preston. He stood behind the two of them on the couch and he'd bent forward. Lady Jane looked up and they kissed once more, a long, closed mouth lingering kiss that left Lady Jane's hot pink lip gloss on Mr. Preston's lips. "Since I always get more fucked up with you than I should," she added with a giggle.

Mr. Preston looked like it was a secret joke but then turned to Lauren and shared the lip gloss with her, a soft kiss on her mouth and then her chin and then her jaw with a sigh. "I've been told that before," he said with his lips on Lauren's throat.

"And where is Sharon for the 4th? Somewhere amazing?" Lady Jane wondered as she eased back into the dark blue couch cushions. Her arms were long and she stretched them out across the back of the sofa and almost reached end to end. Her legs were long as well and she had to keep them twisted up together so that she didn't touch the coffee table. She wore a long sleeved dress that stopped just short of her knee. It was cream colored, somewhere between beige and pink and it fit her perfectly. After she had been fitted for the dress that she wore, Lauren realized that it must have been altered for her because it was perfectly snug in all of the right places. Lady Jane had an hourglass figure that made everyone stand up and take notice.

"Martha's Vineyard, with her family," Mark chuckled and handed Lady Jane a cocktail glass with ice and Coke. He came around and paused, he looked back and forth at Lauren and Lady Jane. He hovered at the end of the couch and waited for Lauren and Lady Jane to make room for him. Mr. Preston asked, "May I?"

Mr. Preston sat and watched with a glimmer of something wicked in his eyes as he noticed Lady Jane move close enough to Lauren that their thighs touched. The fabric of both dresses seemed to melt together and Lauren was keenly aware of Lady Jane's muscular upper thigh. He picked up his wine glass. "Here's to making our own fireworks," he wiggled his eyebrows and both Lauren and Lady Jane burst into laughter. "You knew I was going to say something corny."