by Amy Brent
“A water’s just fine.”
Then, I sat and waited.
Chapter 5
Wesley
I poured drinks and watched her the last two hours of my shift. I studied her body language, the way she leaned back in her chair. The way her leg crossed over her knee, showing the slightest hint of skin around her calves. She was nothing like I remembered. Nothing like the self-conscious girl in school. The one who believed all the rumors while still keeping to herself. She was my first mark. The one I tried to get stuff from. Not money, or things, or credit cards, or sex.
No, I tried to pull from her the depths of her life. I wanted to see if I could get a self-conscious woman like her to tell me what was happening. To engage with me, despite the rumors. To feel every part of me when my mother wouldn’t. When she refused. While she was blinded by her alcohol consumption.
But now, she was a confident woman. A real estate investor whose skin shone of the money she boasted of. Her silky dress must have cost her a fortune, and it was a dress I would rip off any body remotely akin to hers any day of the week. My eyes danced along her frame while her lips curled around the plastic glass, and every once in a while, she caught me staring.
And she smirked.
I could smell the ocean water air bleeding through the tent. I could see the humidity condensing on her skin. I could see the way the ocean looked on her as sweat slowly dripped between her breasts. I watched while her skin flushed, drinking water after water, but never once rising to go to the bathroom.
The ocean breeze looked good blowing through the flyaways she had around her face. I wanted to rip that ponytail out just so I could see what her hair looked like fluttering down her back. In high school, she’d kept her hair short. I’d hated it, but she never would grow it out for me. I asked her to. Told her how wonderfully it would accent her eyes. I’d wanted something to hang onto the first time she’d ever sucked my cock.
But I never could get her to grow it out for me.
“Wesley?”
“Yeah, Chad?” I asked.
“You’re done,” he said. “Go deal with whatever drama that is, and don’t bring it back into my bar.”
“She’s wanting to buy that piece of shit property,” I said, smirking. “If she pays enough money, I’m not fucking coming back to this dump.”
“You’ll always come back,” Chad said. “It’s where you pick up all your unsuspecting victims before you squish their hearts around underneath your feet.”
“Wow, tell me how you really feel,” I said. “See you in a couple days.”
“Let me know how the sale goes.”
“You’ll know if I don’t show up for work!”
I walked over to her and offered my hand, but she simply slid from the chair. I studied her while she walked to her car, and I couldn’t help but notice all the differences between the version of her I was getting and the version of her I’d already had. She walked with confidence instead of with her shoulders slumped. The fat rolls of her pubescent years had spread out along her body. She now stood at five foot, nine, and she’d rounded out well in her hips and tits. She’d finally grown out that long black hair. Instead of sitting at her ears, it now cascaded all the way down her neck.
But her eyes were the same. They were still the steely, piercing gray I remembered from high school.
“Some things don’t change,” I murmured.
“You following me, or am I following you?” she asked.
“Why don’t I take a backseat for a bit?” I asked. “I’ll follow you.”
I wanted to see if she really knew where the place was. I was testing her identity, trying to see if I could puzzle through it. I, of all people, knew everyone wasn’t always what they seemed, but with every turn she made, she solidified her cover.
That was the thing about what I did. I simply assumed everyone had a cover.
I parked my car next to hers while we kept our lights running on the property. The small building sat on a great deal of land. The rundown shack overlooked the ocean and was part of the property that stretched across the road and ran parallel to the ocean’s coastline. Olivia got out of her car and began walking toward the building, and I watched as she tugged at the door.
“Is there a point to keeping a place like this locked?” she called out.
“Yeah. So, women won’t just go barging in like they own the place.” I got out of my car and went to unlock the door, pushing it in so Olivia could enter. The place was completely empty, save for a few chairs in the middle of the floor. I watched her as she walked around the nine hundred square foot property, but I could see her cogs turning.
I wanted to know what she was thinking about.
“So?” I asked. “Any first thoughts?”
“Yeah. I’ll knock the entire damn thing down. Doesn’t serve a purpose, really.”
“Figured,” I said. “Any other thoughts?”
“Well, I’d use the land. I could blow hard enough and knock this thing down. The property it’s taking up, however, is very valuable. The entire split lot it sits on would be perfect for a luxury resort. You know, one of those all-inclusive type packages you can tailor and buy.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” I said.
“Funny. At the cabana, you figured Malibu had enough of those types of places.”
“Just sniffing you out,” I said. “You know, people aren’t always what they seem nowadays.”
“Don’t I know it,” she said.
I studied her body again while the moonlight bounced off the ocean and cascaded through the broken windows. I couldn’t take my eyes off that ass of hers. How it slowly swayed with every step she took. The fabric of her dress was uniquely tailored to her body type, and the moment she turned to the side, I caught a glimpse of her voluptuous tits. My mouth began to salivate, and my fingers began to twitch. I could smell the money dripping from her, and she’d be the easiest target of all.
Because I’d already practiced with her.
I wanted every inch of her, and I’d have her before we walked out of this building tonight. I didn’t care if she didn’t purchase it, nor did I care about what she did with it if she did. All I wanted was to taste those beautiful lips of hers before I dove straight into that pussy.
The pussy I’d wanted all throughout high school.
“The moonlight does you wonders,” I said.
“Down boy,” she said. “I’m just looking at property.”
“I see you’re no better with taking compliments in your older age.”
“Some things simply don’t change,” she said. Olivia looked over at me, and I knew she was studying me. Trying to read me. Scanning her eyes over me. Peeling me back and picking me apart like I’d done for the past two hours in the cabana.
Like I was doing now.
“There are things about me that haven’t changed, you know,” I said.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like my attitude,” I said as I walked toward her. “Or my drive to succeed.”
“Didn’t realize you had a drive to succeed in high school,” she said.
“I did when it came to you.”
Olivia whipped her head in my direction just before I stopped in front of her. For a split second, I saw her falter. I saw the real Olivia bleed through, the vulnerable, isolated, quiet little girl I tried to coax out of her shell. I reached my finger up and slowly traced it down her arm, and I watched with delight as her skin puckered underneath my touch.
“I see that hasn’t changed, either,” I whispered.
“What are you doing, Wesley?” she asked. “How the hell could you have been successful with me in high school?”
“I wanted to knock down your walls the way you knocked down mine. I never could get you to stop listening to all the incessant chatter those girls fed you when we dated. All the ‘Wesley’s cheating’ and ‘Wesley’s writing me notes.’ It was so childish. I never could capture your attention long enoug
h to show you what you’d done to me.”
I knew I had her attention. She was hanging on to every word. She was watching my lips, silently screaming for me to tell her what I was going to do. I imagined that I’d been on her mind for years. Wondering the same things I was. Wondering if things could’ve worked. Wondering if we could’ve run off together. Wondering if we could’ve conquered the world and left our bullshit lives behind and lived to see a better day.
The thing was, I was thinking none of those things. But I could see in her eyes that she was.
“What did I do to you?” she whispered.
My lips approached hers, my hand slinking around her waist and pulling her curves close. Her tits pressed into my chest as she rose up on her tiptoes, and suddenly, the smell of her breath took me all the way back to high school. To the first time I’d pinned her to the stairwell and brought my lips down to hers. She’d blurted out that it was her first kiss, and it had been so endearing to me.
I had wanted to be so many more firsts for her, had she just shut out all the chatter and stopped being so damn insecure about herself.
“You brought down my walls,” I breathed.
Suddenly, her lips rose to capture mine. I grinned slightly, feeling her body press into me while her arms grabbed the fabric of my shirt. She pulled me closer, bending her body backward in the middle of the dusty room, and suddenly, my hand was splaying out across her back while my dick grew thick against her leg.
My hands rose to the straps of her dress, pushing them lightly off her shoulders. Her dress fell to the floor and exposed her, revealing to me the beautiful aquamarine bra and panties she had on. My hands ran down her side while my tongue probed her mouth, raking along the roof of her mouth while she shivered into me. Her hands ripped at my shirt, popping buttons before the tattered fabric fell to the floor.
I loved this side of her. This domineering, take-no-prisoners, give-me-what-I-want side.
It was a side I’d only ever found in older women, up until now.
My hands rounded down to cup her ass while her hands dragged down the muscles of my chest. I knew our bodies would be new to one another. Nowhere near the bodies we remembered from high school. Her lips released mine and traveled down my neck, pulling groans from my throat while her nails raked down my back. Her tongue traced nameless designs on my skin before she bit deeply into my chest, and soon, I was sinking her onto one of the old chairs in the room as her legs spread for me.
I pulled her breast from its cup before I sucked her pert nipple between my lips. I licked and kissed, feeling her beautiful breasts against my teeth while she writhed in the chair. My hands slid around her back, unhooking her bra before I peeled it from her body, and I moaned when her tits fell in front of my face. Holy hell, they were bigger than I’d even remembered, and I planted a long, wet kiss between her cleavage while my fingertips slid her panties off her legs.
Her hands twisted in my hair, shoving my face down where she wanted it to be. Her scent had changed from the last time I smelled her, full of womanly musk and ocean water. I looked up at her and saw Olivia’s head lobbed back in pleasure. Her jaw was slightly unhinged, and her body was shaking with anticipation, and in that very moment, I found myself in a completely new situation.
Then, my tongue slowly ran up the inside of her leg before I planted a kiss on her glistening pussy lips.
Chapter 6
Olivia
I knew it was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He was good, and I had to give him that. He’d dived back into our past and armed himself with the one thing he knew would make me pay attention. He’d dived into my insecurities that took me years of isolation and practice to eliminate, and in an instant, he preyed on the one thing I’d wanted from him in high school. I knew he had a shit relationship with his mother, and many times, I’d tried to get him to talk. I tried to get him to stop flirting with all the other girls and supposedly cheating long enough to get him to open up. To be truthful. To be vulnerable, just for once.
I wanted to show him I was better for him than any of those other girls. That they couldn’t care about him like I did. Like I could if he had just let me.
He used what he’d remembered against me, and now, his tongue was diving into my pussy. In a way, I felt like I was betraying a friend. This man, or the man Wesley had pretended to be, had swept Destiny off her feet. I was supposed to be helping her, investigating him so Destiny could get her money back and have closure. I wasn’t supposed to be reliving some childish high school fantasy in the middle of a dingy building by the ocean.
But his eyes. They were the shimmering blue pools I thought of every time I looked out at the water. Maybe that was why I had been so drawn to it all my life. Pools. Baths. Hot tubs. Water parks. If it had water, I was there. Maybe I was that mesmerized by him. Maybe I hadn’t let go the way I thought I had.
However, the moment his tongue grazed my swollen clit, I jumped with pleasure, and my mind was ripped back to the present. I curled my hands into his dark locks, pulling him closer while my legs snaked over his shoulders. I rolled into his mouth before I opened my eyes and looked down at the sight of him.
Wesley was a beautiful man in between my legs, and all rational thought fled from my mind in that very moment.
“Fuck, Wesley. Yes. Lick that pussy.”
He flattened his tongue out across my clit, and I fell over the edge. It had been years since I’d been with a man, and the way I trembled around his head made him grin into my body. I trembled while my legs contracted. I felt his hands slowly slide up my body, his palms cupping my tits while he massaged them gently.
Then, when I was panting from the exertion of my high, he grabbed my hands and slowly lifted me before he sat down in my place.
Wesley worked his pants off his legs, stepping out of them while his cock sprang free. I stood there with the light of the moon splattering along my body, and I caught Wesley’s eye. Something inside me burned with delight while my juices dripped down the inside of my leg, and he reached out for my hands to pull me close. I straddled his hips, hovering my wet pussy over his cock.
And still, neither of us had disconnected our gaze.
“Condom?” Wesley asked.
“Pill,” I whispered.
Slowly, I sunk myself down. His dick peeled back my pussy lips, filling me in ways I’d never been filled before. His cock twitched with delight while Wesley’s head lobbed back, and the moment my hips bottomed out into his, I leaned forward and licked my tongue along his pulse point.
Then, I began to roll my hips. My pussy was stretched to its breaking point, my throbbing walls screaming for mercy. I could feel my clit bursting with electricity that soared throughout my body, and the moment Wesley’s hands gripped my hips, I began to bounce. I coated his dick with my juices, sighing as it slid down his balls. My fingernails dug into the meat of his chest while his muscles twitched, and I watched while the beads of sweat trickled down the ripples of his abs.
“Holy fuck, Olive,” Wesley groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Hearing my nickname threw me back into the past, and suddenly, I ripped myself off his lap. I grabbed his wrists and yanked him from the chair while we stumbled across the room, and his lips crashed into mine just after my back hit the wall. I scrambled up his body, clinging to him while he pinned me to the wall. I could feel his dick sliding between my pussy lips while he fucked my clit, and it caused me to pant into the crook of his neck.
“Wes. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Wesley crooked his hips and slid into my welcoming warmth, and it caused me to bite down into his shoulder. He growled in response, snapping his hips against mine and jolting my body up the murky wall. My tits flailed in lust while my neck flushed with pleasure, and the moment I lobbed my head back onto the wall, I could feel myself losing control.
Losing myself in him just like I had in high school.
Wesley placed sloppy kisses all along my neck and breasts while his b
alls smacked my ass. My juices dripped so far down my body that my ass was shining in the moonlit evening. His dick sloshed in and out of me while my pussy walls clamped him in a vice grip, and the moment his hips began to stutter, he saw me slowly raise my head.
My forehead connected with his while the two of us breathed each other’s air. My body began to tremble against his while my jaw unhinged in pleasure. I could feel my pussy walls milking him for everything he could give me, and in that moment, I wanted him to. I felt the passion burning inside me every time our eyes found one another’s, and soon, that slow burn quickly turned into a raging fire.
Wesley’s hips were stuttering as he fucked me deeper into the wall. Sounds of skin slapping skin ricocheted off the corners of the old house while my pussy gobbled down his cock. My pants turned into moans that pulled groans of pleasure from Wesley’s throat, and just before he dove himself as far as he could get inside of me, he grabbed my wrists from around his neck and pinned me to the wall.
He crashed his lips onto mine once more while my entire body quaked. I could feel his dick pumping deep within me, spurting thick streams of come all over my pussy walls before it began dripping from between my legs. I could smell our scents intermingling in the air around our heads, but all I could do was moan into Wesley’s lips.
