Con Man

by Amy Brent

  “I want to go after him, Mom. I don’t want to let him go again.”

  “Then don’t, sweetheart. Go after him. Call him until he picks up. Flood his voicemail with explanations until he picks up the phone.”

  “What if he changes his number?” I asked.

  “None of that is in your control. But you do have some things that are within your control. Use them.”

  “Part of me wants to go back tonight. If I get on the road now, I could get to his place by one-thirty in the morning. He’d be home, right?”

  “Why don’t you stay here? Just for a night. Try calling him, maybe send him a text or two, and then get some rest. If you want to go after him in the morning, I’ll send you on your way with a biscuit and some coffee.”

  “Thanks, Mom,” I said before I threw my arms around her.

  “I love you, Olivia. And I’ll always be here for you. But right now? You need some rest.”

  Chapter 27

  Wesley

  Even speeding ten miles over the speed limit all evening, I didn’t arrive at Louise’s house until almost two in the morning. I pulled up into the driveway of the house I’d been to so many times before, and memories began to flood my system. Memories of holding Olivia’s hand while we rocked on the porch. Memories of kissing her underneath the porch light. Memories of coming in and having dinners with them that consisted of pizza and movies because her mother was a terrible cook. Memories of trying to sneak up into her room just before her mother caught us at the top of the steps.

  I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize the porch lights had turned on until I heard the front door open.

  My eyes landed on a figure coming out of the house, and I froze when I saw it was Olivia. Even though she was in her pajamas, it didn’t look as if she’d gone to bed yet. Her beautiful hair still sat wonderfully on her shoulders, and her eyes seemed alert and wary. For a split second, I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t know if I should back up and get out of her life or if I should run toward her and wrap her up in my arms.

  So, I decided to take the middle road, and I stepped out of my car.

  I saw the shock roll over Olivia’s features as I started walking toward her. With each step I took, her features became clearer and clearer. Her bloodshot eyes and her puffy nose. Her reddened cheeks and her dried lips. Olivia had been crying to her mother.

  Because of me.

  “Wesley?” she asked.

  “Hey there, Olivia,” I said.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I wasn’t sure how to start this conversation. I wasn’t sure how in the world I could begin to apologize for laughing at her. For accusing her of being anything like my mother. Of laughing at her when the most vulnerable of statements tumbled from her beautiful lips. Even as the skin cracked on top of them, I still wanted to pull her into my body. Even though she looked as if she had just been through hell and back, I still wanted to slowly peel those clothes off her body.

  Only this time, my heart lurched for her as well.

  “I had to find you,” I said.

  “Why?”

  I stepped up onto the porch and slowly made my way to her. I reached my hand out to see if she would recoil, and when she didn’t, I slowly slipped it around her waist. The cool air of her mother’s home hit my face, causing goosebumps to rise upon my neck. My hand fit perfectly in the dip of her back, her curves pressing into me as her body shielded me with warmth.

  “I couldn’t make the same mistake twice,” I said.

  “What mistake?” she asked.

  “The mistake of letting you go. Again. Like I did in high school.”

  “I don’t understand, Wes,” she said.

  “When I left you in high school, you know, before graduation? It was because I was scared. I was so angry with my mother for all the things she was doing, and there I was, falling in love with a girl. A girl who had all the potential to hurt me just like she had, but I found myself not caring.”

  “You—wait, you loved me in high school?” she asked.

  “So much more than I was ever willing to admit. Until now, that is. Olivia, I didn’t know how to love you. I didn’t know what that was supposed to look like. I had people who told me they loved me, and then they put everything else before me. I grew up without a father to show me how to treat a woman, and then I grew up with a mother who showed me how she enjoyed treating alcohol. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was scared.”

  “Wes, why in the world didn’t you talk to me?” she asked.

  “Because I was a stupid, angry boy who had a chip on my shoulder. I felt I had something to prove. I felt I had to prove my strength and unwavering ability to not be fooled by people around me. I left you because I wasn’t strong around you.”

  “Yes, you were, Wes. You were the strongest person I knew in high school.”

  “Not that kind of strength,” I said. “Olivia, I was weak to you. To your eyes and your smile. To your hair and your body. To your voice and your touch. And it scared me and angered me. I was seventeen, and I had no idea how to process any of that. My inability to grow up and talk cost me the one thing that meant the most to me, and I’m not willing to do that again. I’m not willing to let you go again because of my inability to do something, Olive.”

  “What are you saying, Wesley?” she asked.

  “I’m saying that I love you, and that I have no issues with that. Not anymore.”

  I held her gaze for quite some time before her hands began to slowly run up my stomach. I felt her hands grazing up my chest, giving my muscles a light squeeze before she hooked her arms around my body. I watched her lips, seeing her teeth slowly bite down on her lower lip before a grin graced her cheeks.

  “You love me?” she asked.

  “You are, single-handedly, the best thing that has ever happened to me. For years after high school, I did nothing but dream about you. About all the times we shared and the way you used to look at me. And when you popped up at that bar, everything came flooding back. It was like I’d been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, and I couldn’t even breathe. There aren’t enough words in the English language to communicate how much you mean to me. I love you, Olive, and I can’t let you slip from my hands again.”

  Olivia rose up onto her toes before she planted a kiss at the corner of my mouth. I smiled, leaning in to her, trying to capture her lips with mine before she pulled away. I pressed her body closer to mine, wanting to feel every bit of her warmth before she pushed me away, but all she did was utter the phrase I never thought I’d ever hear from her again.

  “I love you, too, Wes.”

  I felt Olivia’s hand clasp my own before she slowly pulled me into the house. I shut the front door behind me, my eyes grazing over her body, and I watched as she slowly turned off all the lights in the house. She placed her hand to her lips, shushing me lightly before she held out her hand. Then, the two of us slowly ventured up the steps.

  I felt my skin beginning to tingle. It was just like the days in high school. The evenings when I came over without her mother’s approval because I had to taste her. We’d tried numerous times to sneak into her room just so I could see her sprawled out on her bed, but her mother always came out of her room just before we could sneak to safety.

  But now, as Olivia was closing the door to her bedroom, all I could do was think about all the times we had failed up until this point.

  Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I turned around in Olivia’s arms before her lips flew to mine, and I felt something inside me pop. I silenced my groans as Olivia’s hands traveled to my ass, and the moment she backed me up to her bed, we went crashing to the mattress. Olivia pulled back, placing her finger to her lips one last time, but all I did was remove her hand before I placed my lips upon hers.

  My hands ricocheted down her sides, sliding her shirt up as I tried to get to her voluptuous breasts. Olivia’s hands pushed my shorts off, the fabric hitting the floor before her fi
ngertips hooked into the band of my underwear. I peeled her shirt off, watching her tits spring to life, and then I descended my lips down around her pert nipple as she arched into my touch.

  I could tell she was muffling her moans. The way her legs parted for me with ease was something that shook me to my core. My cock was already leaking, trailing wet stains along her sheets. Slowly moving down her body, I worked my lips all over her. My hands grasped the fabric of her pants, pulling them down her legs as my tongue dipped into every crevice her body had to offer.

  But the moment I smelled the scent of her pussy, something inside me snapped.

  Chapter 28

  Olivia

  Wesley’s lips devoured my dripping pussy as my back arched from the bed. He slid two fingers inside of me, crooking them easily as my juices began to slick his skin. I had to clamp my hand down around my mouth just so I could moan a bit because I found it harder and harder to keep my cool. My heels found the strong divots on Wesley’s shoulders as my legs spread farther for him, and within minutes, my body was trembling with my first orgasm.

  “Well, that was easy,” Wesley said, his voice muffled between my legs.

  His mouth released my clit as his fingers continued to work their magic. The pad of his thumb rubbed along my swollen clit as he watched my tits bounce, my body darting every which way as my eyes screwed shut. I reached for a pillow and tossed it over my face, wanting to moan his name but not wanting to wake my mother.

  But a part of me wanted to scream his name out to anyone that would listen.

  “Better keep quiet,” Wesley said. “She might hear us.”

  I whimpered at his words while my tits puckered to painful peaks. Electricity shot through my body as the pad of his thumb pressed into my clit, but then I felt a warming sensation along my ass cheeks. Wesley was raking his tongue along my ass crack, painting pictures on my body as I bucked into him.

  But when his tongue dove into the depths of my asshole, I gasped so deeply I began to cough into the pillow.

  I lost all control of my body. I wantonly bucked into his hands, filling his tongue with the fat of my ass as I ground down into him. I felt that beautiful warm feeling cascading along my body as if he’d lit a match and slowly started to light me on fire. My skin crackled, and my hair stood on end. My hands flung out, curling into my sheets as my legs began to shake. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling it swell with tension as I tried to swallow my own cries.

  Then, it happened again.

  Wesley flung me over the edge as his eyes watched me quake.

  “Shit. Wesley. Oh fuck. The things you do to me.”

  I shook against his lips as his tongue thrust into my asshole. My back collapsed onto the bed, my chest panting for air as his fingers slowly slid out from between my legs. I could hear Wesley sucking at his fingers, licking my juices off his skin before the pillow fell off my face.

  Then, I felt Wesley ascend back onto my body, covering me from the world as I felt his muscles lay against my curves. Without another word uttered, his lips lightly descended upon mine. Soft, meek. Like a child who was slowly unwrapping their beloved Christmas gift. I lifted my hand and slowly ran my fingers through Wesley’s hair, memorizing how his locks felt gliding between my fingers.

  “I love you, Olive,” Wesley murmured into my lips.

  “And I love you,” I said, grinning.

  I rolled him over and straddled his hips before my lips attacked his neck. His hands flew to my back, massaging my skin before they rounded down to my ass. He picked me up and set me on his dick, my pussy folds encompassing him. I slid my juices along his cock, slicking him up as my tongue probed the depths of his mouth.

  But before I could get a foothold on my control, Wesley rolled me back over. He ground against my hips, pressing his thick dick against my thighs as I bit back more groans. His hands palmed my tits while his mouth swallowed my sounds, our bodies humming for one another. We battled for dominance, neither one willing to give in to the other, but the moment we rolled off the bed, we had to muffle our laughter just a bit.

  “You all right?” he asked, smiling.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just hope we didn’t wake up Mom,” I said.

  “I want to feel your lips around my cock, Olive.”

  My playful stare soon turned into a devilish look before I slowly raised myself up from the floor. I winked at him, an idea running through my mind. Then, I threw my leg over his face and hovered my pussy above his lips. I could hear Wesley draw in a deep breath, no doubt memorizing every single part of this before I bent my body forward. His cock twitched with delight as my lips neared the tip, and just as I grabbed the base of his cock, his hands planted firmly on my hips.

  Then, my tongue darted out to lick the length of his cock while Wesley’s tongue licked the length of my dripping slit.

  I bucked down into his face just as his cock slid down my throat. I moaned around his thick dick, tasting my juices on his skin. My tongue wrapped around the head of his cock, swallowing down the drops of pre-come leaking from the tip, but the moment Wesley’s tongue raked across my clit, I faltered. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while my fingernails dug into Wesley’s thighs. My knees were shaking, and my hips were rolling, and for that moment, Wesley had to thrust down my throat. The sensation alone forced me to swallow, and that’s when I heard it.

  Wesley moaned into my pussy.

  I swallowed again while Wesley devoured me. I gobbled down his cock, feeling his pulse against my cheeks as spit dripped down his balls. His slurping sounds were luscious. The way his tongue sloshed in and out of my pussy swirled my mind. I could feel myself dripping down, and all he did was pull more from me with his ministrations.

  I swallowed around him, closing my throat as I watched his balls jump. My legs began to shake, and my toes began to curl. The bite of Wesley’s fingertips dug into the meat of my ass. He was trying to pull me closer. He was trying to taste more of me before I came again. I bobbed my head up and down around his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as his hips raised to meet my lips.

  He slid down my throat effortlessly as he lapped up his fill of my slit. My walls began fluttering again, my body losing control once more as I moaned around his dick. The vibrations caused Wesley to moan, stimulating my clit in ways I’d never experienced. I could see Wesley’s balls jumping with want, filling up and hanging to the carpet before they bounced back up into his body.

  But before I could pull that silky come from his cock, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked me between his teeth.

  My body shook and quivered as his tongue continued its work. I moaned and groaned, orgasming on his face as my pussy juices dripped down his neck. He pulled his hips back, pulling his cock from between my lips while spit trickled down my face. Then, I collapsed on top of him and panted between his legs.

  I kissed his balls as they hung beside my face. I peppered them with kisses, causing Wesley to jump, much to my pleasure. Wesley kissed my inner thighs, rubbing my back while my body continued to tremble with exertion.

  But the rest was short-lived, because the moment Wesley flipped me over onto my back, I giggled with delight.

  Chapter 29

  Wesley

  I twirled my body around before I captured her lips and sank between Olivia’s legs. I could feel her shaking, exhausted with the sheer force of her orgasms. I reveled in the sensation. Reveled in how I could make her feel. The room was pitch black, save for a few streams of moonlight flooding in through her childhood window. I smoothed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, watching as the rays of the moon glistened upon her skin. This was the type of beauty I’d wanted to experience as a child. The type of beauty that came with a woman who loved me, no matter what my past was like. Olivia raised her hand to cup my cheek, slowly bringing my lips to hers, and the moment we connected, I slid my thick cock into her pussy.

  She gasped, her body trembling as I sank to her hips. I rolled into her slowly, pulling gasps and j
erks from her that I memorized from top to bottom. Olivia’s arms snaked around my neck, pulling me close as her legs locked around my waist. I couldn’t contain myself anymore, even though I wanted to. I wanted to leisurely pump into her, bringing her to orgasm painfully slowly as I watched the desperation and lust build behind her eyes.

  But I was too eager to feel her around my cock. I wanted to feel that pussy clamp down on me like I’d dreamed of so many times between then and now. I wanted to feel her body pulling me deeper, closer. Begging for me just like her lips could if they didn’t have to stay so silent.

  The way she bit down on her lips throbbed my cock. She was being such a good girl, trying to keep quiet. My hips picked up their pace, slamming into her as her tits jumped against me. She peppered my neck with kisses before her teeth sank into my shoulder, and she groaned just as my face fell into the crook of her neck.

  I fucked her into the carpet, moving her body with every pounding she took. One of her hands snaked between our bodies, and my eyes followed just as her fingertips splayed open her pussy. I reared back onto my heels, wanting a bird’s eye view of Olivia fingering herself while her pussy swallowed me whole. The moment I threw her legs over my shoulders, her eyes widened, and her pussy squeezed down on me in delight, just before my hips began to snap against hers again.