Con Man

by Amy Brent

  But was she really at arm’s length anymore?

  “How does that walk on the beach sound?” she asked.

  “Sounds perfect. I’ll grab the bottle of wine.”

  I was thankful for the distraction, as well as the change of pace. Olivia blew the candle out before we both ventured down into the sand. I had come out earlier and put down a massive blanket, and Olivia giggled as the two of us began to approach it.

  “You prepared for it all, I see,” she said.

  “Only the best for a woman like yourself,” I said.

  “Boy, you really are turning on the charm tonight,” she said.

  “Ready for a bit more? The moonlight drips wonderfully over your body, Olivia. We should’ve eaten dinner out here so I could’ve had longer to devour the sight.”

  “Oh, wow. That one made my stomach flutter a bit. Good job, Wes.”

  “I’ll try as hard as I can for you, Olive,” I said.

  “You know, I never let anyone call me that,” she said. “Not after high school.”

  “Not even your mom?” I asked.

  “Especially not her. That was something I kept specifically reserved for you. It just seemed wrong coming from anyone else.”

  My eyes hooked hard onto her as we hunkered down onto the blanket. I studied the way her hair flowed effortlessly around her shoulders. I watched the way her lips wrapped around the wine glass, taking sip after sip as I slowly watched her relax. I emptied the bottle of wine between both of our glasses before I set it off to the side, and then the two of us settled back and listened to the steady waves batter the darkened shoreline.

  “You’re so lucky to live right on the beach,” she said.

  “It does have its perks.”

  “I bet you see so many beautiful women walking this shoreline during the day,” she said.

  “Not particularly. This isn’t a popular area of the beach because my home isn’t near any sort of restaurant or bar they can go find food at. So, it stays pretty quiet. When the weather gets cooler, those are the best times to come out.”

  “Why’s that?” she asked.

  “No one ever visits the beauty of the winter ocean,” I said. “I like to think it’s my little mystery. My slice of heaven to enjoy without the hustle and bustle of the tourists and vacationers.”

  I could feel Olivia’s eyes on the side of my face. I downed the rest of my wine glass before I tossed it off to the side, then I turned my eyes to meet hers. She was dancing her gaze all over my face, studying me in a way I’d never seen her do before. It was like I was looking at a ghost of what once was, just familiar enough to pull me in with enough mystery to keep me hooked.

  “You’re very different from high school,” she said.

  “I could say the same about you.”

  “It’s a good sort of different,” she said.

  “I never would’ve thought you meant a bad sort of different,” I said.

  “Do you come out here and walk around naked?” she asked, grinning.

  “Is that something you’d like a preview of?”

  “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about our encounters the entire damn time we’ve been together tonight,” she said.

  “Ah, so I’m not the only one whose libido is soaring out of control. Score.”

  Olivia giggled while she finished her wine. Then I reached over and plucked the glass from between her fingertips. We continued to crack a few jokes and talk, allowing the backdrop of the ocean to punctuate our evening.

  Then, I saw a change in Olivia’s eyes.

  “I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight,” she said.

  “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about leaving already,” I said as I took her hand. “I figured we were just getting started.”

  “I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed talking with you,” she said, grinning. “Not just hopping on that fabulous dick you’ve got between those legs.”

  “Well, it is a sight to behold. If that’s all you wanted, I can’t honestly say I’m in a position to deny it.”

  “Like the great Wesley Wilton would deny any woman.”

  “He would if it meant I could have you,” I said.

  I drew small patterns on the back of Olivia’s hand as her eyes settled strongly into mine. The woman I was looking at—this woman from high school who I simply wanted to sleep with—had become a woman whose talons had sunk deep into my body. I slowly leaned over to her to connect our lips, my body begging for any sort of skin-to-skin connection with Olivia’s beautiful body. But the moment our lips met, Olivia scrambled on top of my body and laid me down on the blanket.

  Her hands were all over me, peeling back my shirt and running her fingertips up my abdomen. Her hips were grinding down onto me, breathing life into my dick while my hands ran down the backs of her thighs. It shivered me to my core, knowing she had been holding back just as much as I had, and I sat her up in my lap before I slid her dress down her body.

  It fell to her hips like it was always meant to be there. I wrapped my arms around her body and unhooked her bra, and by the time she was naked in front of me, her tits were standing at their painfully perfect peaks. I slowly rolled her over onto her back before I worked my clothes off my body, and when I was naked alongside her, I dipped my lips back down to hers.

  My lips slithered down her neck, raising her skin in goosebumps as her hands tangled up in my hair. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this. Not on the beach. It was illegal for any sexual activity to take place on the beach, but the moment my lips wrapped around her nipple, I no longer cared. Her body arched into me so desperately, while her hands wound tighter into my hair, and the only thing I could think about was making her come so many times, she’d pass out in my arms.

  Only this time, I had no thoughts of taking anything from her after the fact.

  Chapter 16

  Olivia

  Wesley’s lips wrapped around my tit so naturally. He kissed all over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I massaged his scalp, rolling my hips into him as if my body was begging of its own accord as to where I wanted him to be. I wanted to feel his thick tongue against my clit. I wanted to buck into his face and cover it with my silken fluids. I wanted to come all over him before tugging him up my body.

  I wanted to lick myself off his lips before flipping him over and sliding his dick deep within my body.

  Soon, he sank down between my legs. The ocean water pummeled the sandy shore, covering up my breathy moans and groans as Wesley dipped his tongue between my folds. He threw my legs over his shoulders before his hands peeled back my folds, and the moment the thick of his tongue touched my clit, I was done for.

  He raked his tongue along my exposed slit while my body twitched for him. My tits bounced against my body as I released his hair, curling my hands next to me in the towel. His tongue hit me in all the right places, pulling from me pleasures I’d been waiting to experience ever since I’d decided to come tonight.

  The information he’d given up so freely quickly faded to the back of my mind as his tongue darted along my swollen clit. I could feel it pulsing against his tongue as my juices slid down my ass crack, and the moment I felt pressure at my pussy entrance, I began to beg.

  “Please. Give me that finger, Wes. Fill me up, please. Just like I like it.”

  I felt him smirk into my skin before he pushed two fingers inside me, crooking them at just the right angle to make my legs shake. I dug my heels into the towel, the sand giving way and creating divots for my own personal leverage. I bucked my hips wildly into his face as his fingers filled me up, and soon, that telltale burning in the back of my pelvis ignited into a raging fire.

  “Oh shit,” I moaned. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

  Wesley kept a steady pace, keeping me on the edge as my entire body tensed around him. My legs locked around his cheeks before my heels dug into his back. My hands flew to his hair as I tugged him close. My body was screaming to be released, to be tossed into the
endless abyss as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I’d say anything, do anything, just so Wesley would grant me the release I so desperately wanted.

  Then, he did it.

  He sped up his mouth just enough to throw me over the edge. I choked on my pleasure while my pussy walls clamped down around his fingers, flooding his hands with my juices as I pressed my head deep into the towel-covered sand. My chest was heaving for air as my body twitched against his lips, and the moment my legs fell off to the sides was the moment Wesley finally released my clit.

  I shook, naked and panting, underneath the moonlight of the beach as his lips peppered kisses along the insides of my twitching thighs.

  “Holy hell,” I whispered.

  Wesley planted slow, wet kisses up my body before he settled between my legs. I could feel his rock-hard cock pulsing against my skin. Drops of precome traced the outlines of my thick thighs as I tried to right my brain, but the moment I opened my eyes and saw Wesley hovering over me, I knew I was done for again.

  I was going to regret this later, giving in to him again. I’d regret coming over and allowing myself to burst into flames with a man I was supposed to be investigating. But I didn’t care. It was the best sex I’d ever had, and he never failed to disappoint. All my body wanted to do was roll him over so I should stake my body onto his thick dick.

  And that was exactly what I did.

  Much to Wesley’s surprise, I pushed him off before I scrambled on top of him. His back hit the towel, his eyes wide as I straddled his pelvis. I rocked my juicy pussy against his cock, feeling him pulse for me as his hands ran along my thighs. His glistening blue eyes matched the darkened waters that kept inching closer and closer to our bodies, and soon, Wesley’s dick slipped right into the confines of my body.

  I groaned before I planted my hands on his strong chest, and I reveled in how his muscles felt twitching against my skin. Wesley’s hands descended onto my hips, pressing into the fading bruises he’d created on our last encounter. As his hands began to move, my hips began to sway, and the two of us were breathing heavily together while I dripped my pussy juices down his cock and balls.

  “Holy fuck, Olive. What have you done to me?”

  I switched rolling my hips to bouncing on his cock, and the sounds of skin slapping skin were swallowed up by the roaring waves of the ocean. The air got a little cooler as I began to pick up my pace, and I could feel my pussy beginning to massage his cock while he throbbed against my walls.

  I moaned at his fingertips and the way they dug into my skin. I wanted him to mark me in every way he possibly could, but then, something cold licked against our feet. I squealed and Wesley’s eyes ripped open, and suddenly, a wave came crashing around our bodies and soaking us all the way to our hips.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

  I hopped off Wesley’s dick and hurried away from the water. Wesley hopped up and pulled the blanket up the beach as the tide began to pour in, but not before my lower body had been covered in sand. He resituated the blanket as the ocean waves claimed our wine glasses, and when he looked back over to me, he saw me stifling a laugh.

  “Your wine glasses,” I said through my giggles.

  “I’ve got plenty more. If the ocean wants a drink, let it have a drink.”

  “Shit, I’m covered in sand,” I said.

  “There’s a wash off point at the edge of my walkway if you wanna go wash off.”

  “Ass naked?” I asked. “I think not. The moment I get up, someone’s gonna come patrolling this beach and you’re gonna leave me high and dry.”.

  “With that body you’ve got underneath those clothes? Not a chance. I’d just eat that pussy out in jail while we waited.”

  The mere mention of it made me shiver, and I was instantly on my feet and headed for the wash point. I sprayed my body down with water before I quickly made my way back to the blanket, but Wesley wasn’t lying down the way I thought he would be.

  Instead, he was sitting back on his knees with his cock standing at full attention.

  “Don’t like it when I’m on top?” I asked.

  “Figured you would’ve been spooked after the ice-cold ocean licked the bottom of your feet,” he said.

  “Lay your ass back down on your back.”

  “Ah, a little domineering tonight, I see.” Still, he laid back down as ordered.

  “Just taking what’s rightfully mine,” I said as I straddled his body.

  “Rightfully yours, huh? Claiming me before any other woman can?”

  “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing for the past few days? Claiming you and that property of yours before anyone else can?”

  I sank my body back onto his dick, and Wesley’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His dick hit every beautiful part of me, causing me to shiver as my hips bottomed out on top of his. My hands flew to my tits, massaging them before they traveled down my body, but the moment my fingertips reached my pussy folds, I felt Wesley’s hands wrap around mine.

  “You can have any part of me you wish,” he said.

  Chapter 17

  Wesley

  I held her gaze as the words flew from my lips. I had no fucking idea where they’d come from or why they’d slipped out so effortlessly, but I found myself meaning every syllable of them. My fingertips slowly parted her folds, exposing her beautifully swollen clit to me as her hips began to rock. I slowly circled it, watching her abs jump with every touch I made against it. Her hands fell to my chest before I lifted my lips to capture hers, and for a moment, we simply sat there and kissed.

  Her lips tasted like white wine and butter, reminiscent of the meal we’d just shared together. Her tongue darted out along my lips, licking off the remnants of her own tastes as I groaned into her mouth. This woman would be the death of me, that much I knew for sure. How eager she was to devour all of me was something I hadn’t found in any other woman. Sure, they wanted to fuck me. Run their fingertips along the divots of my muscles. Sure, they wanted to show me off. Maybe have some salacious sex in a broom closet or some shit.

  But this was different.

  Olivia was different.

  The moment I circled her clit again, her kiss faltered. She gasped into my mouth as her hips began to rock, but every time I pressed down onto her sensitive mound, her hips would falter. I wanted her to come like this. To soak my hips in her juices before she collapsed on top of me. I wanted to hold her close, feel her panting into the crook of my neck while her heart hammered against my chest.

  “I want you to come for me, Olivia,” I said.

  Her fingernails dug into my chest before she raised back up a bit, and she was bouncing her hips on top of mine again. My cock pulsed every time her pussy gobbled me down, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Olivia’s lips were puckered into an ‘O,’ and her eyes were screwed shut. Her body was shaking with every touch to her clit, and her pussy was beginning to draw my cock deeper and deeper into her body. Her warmth chased away the chill of the ocean, drenching me in her wetness as her hips splattered it all along my body.

  I found myself not wanting this moment to end.

  I dug my heels into the towel-covered sand and began to thrust up into her body. She was growing weak, heaving for air as her body stilled with my motions around her clit. Her pussy clamped down onto me, pulling from me the come I wanted to give her. My balls filled with need, smacking against her ass with every pounding of my hips.

  “Holy fuck, Wesley, you feel so good,” she moaned.

  Faster and faster, my fingertips circled, causing Olivia to raise up onto my hips. I buried himself into her as her hands grabbed her tits, massaging them as she droned out into the nighttime. Her body quaked and trembled on top of mine as fluids poured from her body, and I had to grab onto her hips to keep her from falling over from the sheer force of her orgasm. I watched her chest flush as I squeezed her tits into a vice grip. Her pussy was pulsing around my cock, begging me to come as I slammed up into her hips one last time.
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  And one last time was all it took.

  “Yes, Olive,” I grunted. “Milk it good.”

  I bit down onto my lower lip while my dick spilled into her body. Olivia finally collapsed on top of me, her face falling into the crook of my neck while my dick shot out from between her legs. My thick streams of come shot out into the night, covering the blanket and dripping down to my balls, but I didn’t care. I could feel Olivia’s heavy breathing, along with her heart pounding against my skin.

  I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as we both recovered from the shock of our orgasms.

  I ran my fingertips through her hair as Olivia’s breathing began to settle, but it wasn’t too long after that she shot right back up. At first, I thought she was ready for another round, and I could feel my dick slowly springing back to life. But when she rolled her body off me and began searching for her clothes, I propped himself up and watched her closely.

  “Everything all right?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just, uh, got a long day tomorrow. Can’t get to bed too late.”

  “Olivia,” I said.

  “I gotta make sure all that paperwork can get processed before the weekend,” she continued, not answering me. “Wouldn’t want to wait any longer for your deal to close, would you?”