Con Man

by Amy Brent

  My balls smacked her ass while her fingertips swirled around her clit. I watched her juices coat my cock every time I pulled out, and I reveled in how they dripped down her ass crack every time I slid in. I was intoxicated with the way she looked, the way she writhed for me, and the way her body twitched with every spot I hit. I knew I filled her to the brim. I knew she’d have to adjust every single time we were together. I took great pride in being able to drive her just as insane as her tight pussy drove me, but the moment I looked into her eyes, I saw just how crazy I could drive her.

  Her entire chest was flushed, and her cheeks burned crimson. She was biting down hard on her lower lip as her hips raised off the floor. My hands rounded back to her ass, garnering fistfuls as I kept her suspended in the air. Then, I felt it. That telltale fluttering just before her body popped.

  I slammed into her, my chest heaving for air as my muscles began to twitch. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but I would if it meant watching Olivia unravel at her own fingertips. Her pussy began to pull me deeper, sucking me in and begging for the come I wasn’t ready to give her yet. Her fingers stilled, and her mouth peeled open in silent delight, and the moment her body began to shake, I dropped her to the floor and buried myself into her pussy.

  I took in deep breaths, trying to regulate my orgasm as Olivia twitched from hers. My ears listened for any sound that might happen. Any sound that might indicate her mother was up. I loved the risk of it all, the fear of getting caught. Oh, how Louise’s face would look if she found me pussy deep in her daughter. I wasn’t too sure I wouldn’t continue to fuck her like I had in my dream. I wasn’t too sure I wouldn’t try to make her come anyway, even though I knew Olivia would be horrified.

  The mere idea of almost being caught was enough to make my dick throb inside of her.

  But I realized just how much Olivia liked it when a sound came from the hallway. Her eyes snapped open, and I quickly slid myself from between her legs. We both held our breath, trying to listen out for any other sounds. Olivia’s hands were shaking, and my muscles were poised at the ready. I was in a position to dart. To hide in the closet or throw my clothes on.

  However, when no other sound happened, I watched Olivia’s gaze slowly pan back over to me.

  “Get on the bed,” she said hotly.

  I scrambled without another word and laid down onto my back. Olivia stalked me around the bed like prey, her eyes licking up and down my body. I knew Olivia enjoyed the risk as well, like the time we were on the beach. My cock jumped at the memory as Olivia’s fingertips trailed up my thighs, but the moment they got to my rock-hard abs, they stopped.

  “You know how sexy you are, don’t you?” she asked.

  “I know how hard I work to keep my body a certain way, yes. But the reaction I can pull from your body is a little more proof of my theory.”

  I could tell the adrenaline rush was fueling her. She slowly climbed onto the bed and slung her thigh around my hips. She sank her pussy down onto my cock as my hands flew to her hips, but I wasn’t going to allow her to have the upper hand for long. I wanted to pull one more orgasm from her before we came together, and the way I imagined it didn’t have her on top at all.

  Once she got situated, I flipped her back over. I threw her legs up over my shoulders again, watching as her jaw unhinged, but then, I folded her in half. My body came back down to hers before my lips descended onto her mouth. I plunged my dick deep into her body, feeling that soft spot run across the tip of my cock time and time again. I loved that Olivia would fuck me any time the mood hit us. It was one of my favorite attributes about her.

  One that was quite different from high school.

  “You like that cock?” I asked into her lips. “You like how it fills you?”

  “Make me come,” she whispered against me. “Please. Again. Please.”

  I rolled my hips into hers as the bed began to creak. My hips pounded against her thick thighs, causing them to jiggle with every thrust I took. My lips curled around her nipple, sucking it between my teeth as Olivia’s nails began to slide down my back. I pressed my face into her tits, reveling in how warm and soft they felt around my cheeks while her pussy massaged my dick.

  But that’s when I realized I wouldn’t be able to go any longer.

  “Come with me, Olivia. Come around that cock.”

  She bit back a groan at the vibrations ricocheting around her tits, and I could feel the burning of her scratch marks. This was what I was wanting. I wanted her marks just like I wanted to mark her. I wanted to pin her to this bed and render her helpless. I wanted to be the only person who could pull this type of ecstasy from her ever again.

  I wanted to be everything to her if she would allow it.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Don’t stop, Wes. Don’t ever stop.”

  I dug my knees into the mattress and viciously snapped my hips against hers. I laid my teeth into her breasts, marking every spot I could find as Olivia’s hands grabbed onto my arms. I knew she would leave painfully red crescents behind, but I didn’t care. The moment Olivia’s pussy clamped down into its vice grip, I knew I had her.

  I felt my balls curl up into my body as I pounded into her one last time. Her pussy pulled me in deep as her legs began to twitch. I barreled my lips down onto hers, her throat swallowing my groans while my body pinned her to the bed. Her legs slid from my shoulders as my cock painted her pussy, filling her to the brim before my come began to shoot out from between her legs. I cupped her cheeks and continued to kiss her, drinking her down while our tongues danced in a fiery tango of love and obsession.

  And when Olivia’s body finally collapsed onto the bed, I fell on top of her and shielded her from the moonlight.

  The moon had seen enough of her tonight.

  Now? I wanted her all to myself.

  Chapter 30

  Olivia

  I woke up the next morning and felt the strength of Wesley’s arms around my body. I smiled before I stretched, groaning at how sore my body was. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned around in his arms and then studied the way Wesley slept against me. His eyes were peacefully shut, and there was a grin dancing upon his cheeks. His chest rose and fell with a peaceful sort of bliss, and I simply laid there and studied him. The sun was streaming through the window, bright and pronounced. I knew it was probably late in the morning, but there was a part of me that wondered just how late we had slept.

  I turned back around to survey the clock on my nightstand, but the moment I shifted, Wesley groaned. He tightened his grip, not wanting me to get away, and I caught a glimpse of the clock as it flashed half past eleven.

  “It’s almost lunchtime,” I said, giggling.

  “Can you be lunch?” Wesley asked.

  “Pretty sure my mother’s awake, so that’s a no-go.”

  “Such a shame,” he said. “You smell wonderful.”

  I turned back around and found Wesley’s sleep-filled eyes staring back at mine. I smiled before I kissed the tip of his nose, but that didn’t last for long. Wesley tilted his lips up and captured mine, reveling in how I tasted. I sighed when I still smelled my scent on the upper part of his lips.

  Then, when I pulled back, Wesley flickered his gaze down and smirked.

  “Guess I got a bit carried away last night,” he said.

  I looked down and saw the marks that riddled my breasts. Teeth marks, all black and blue and glaring at me. I brought my hand up to finger them before Wesley dipped his lips down to kiss him, and he rolled my over before he slid in between my legs.

  “I like the marks,” I said, grinning. “I bet you’ve probably got some on your back, too.”

  “Oh, I know I do,” he said. “They’re still burning.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Never be sorry for that, Olive.”

  I could feel his raging cock already pulsing against my leg. Everything inside of me wanted to cave in. If I shifted over a bit and bucked forward, I could feel his sweet dick inside of me again. We co
uld lazily make love for the last few minutes of the morning before I had to share him with anyone.

  But my mother’s voice pierced our moment.

  “Olivia! You getting up anytime soon?”

  “She sounds the exact same,” Wesley said.

  “Wait until you see her. She doesn’t look like she’s aged a day.”

  The two of us rolled out of bed and put our clothes back on. We made our way downstairs, hand in hand, and I blushed when Louise whipped her head up. She studied us for a second, her eyes bouncing around our bodies and haphazardly thrown-on clothes. I was bracing for the lecture. Bracing for the questions and the subtle disapproving glances.

  But all I got in return was a smile before she outstretched her arms.

  “My gosh, Wes,” she said. “You look incredible.”

  Wesley looked over at her before I let go of his hand. I watched him walk over to my mother before embracing her closely, and my mother winked over his shoulder before she pulled back. My face flushed with embarrassment while my mother continued to study Wesley, and then the conversation finally moved forward.

  Much to my relief.

  “I was wondering whose car was parked outside,” Louise said. “And honestly? I was hoping it was yours.”

  “I feel like I have a great deal of explaining to do,” Wesley said.

  “Well, let’s do it over breakfast. I’ve been waiting for her to fall out of bed so we could eat together. Come. You two sit.”

  Wesley and I glanced nervously at each other as Louise started the pot of coffee. If there was one thing everyone in the area knew about my mother, it was that she couldn’t cook. But we both sighed with relief when all Louise did was throw some bagels into the toaster before she brought out cream cheese and peanut butter.

  “You know, I always had a feeling about you two,” Louise said.

  “What do you mean?” Wesley asked.

  “All the way back in high school, when the two of you dated. I knew she was smitten with you, and I just knew the two of you were gonna marry right out of high school.”

  “Wait, what?” I asked.

  “Yeah!” she said. “My gosh, Wesley. It broke my heart when you left her. She was in love with you, you know.”

  “Mom,” I said, blushing.

  “Well, I was in love with her, too,” he said. “I was also a very jaded seventeen-year-old boy. I hope you can forgive me for what I did to her.”

  “Oh, all you did was break up with her,” my mother said. “She was bound to get her heart broken at some point in time. It’s something that happens when you grow up and discover what love is. I’m just glad the two of you have found your way back to one another. Honestly, I don’t think she ever really let you go.”

  “Mom, are you really doing this?” I asked.

  “No, Olive, let your mother speak,” Wesley said, grinning.

  “Yes, let the old woman speak,” Louise said as she sat everything on the table.

  “You don’t look a day over forty, Miss Louise,” Wesley said.

  “And you’re full of shit, but I’ll take it,” Louise said. “I know the two of you didn’t date for very long. Officially, anyway, whatever that means. Honestly, I’ve been waiting for Olivia to find someone to settle down with. She’s too cooped up in that office all day to find someone to bring home.”

  “Mother. For goodness sake! I don’t need a man to be happy or to take care of me.”

  “It’s got nothing to do with taking care of you, or happiness for that matter. It’s got to do with your father.”

  “Here we go,” I said, groaning.

  “I don’t know if you know the whole story, but that’s how she got started with all this detective stuff,” my mother said. “I was too blind to see what was in front of me, so she brought the pieces together. Downloaded his phone records, got into his laptop, stole his phone. Printed off everything before she brought it to me, and I was still not willing to believe her until later.”

  “Sounds like the Olivia I know,” Wesley said.

  “And, I can’t help but think the reason she shut herself off from the world was because of all that. Like, maybe she didn’t want to settle down because she saw what her father did.”

  I threw my head back and laughed before I brought my mug of coffee to my lips. If anything, I had cooped herself up because of how Wesley had broken my heart. But I felt everyone had experienced enough truth dropped into their lap for one day, so I bit back my statement and kept it to myself.

  “Anyway, it’s wonderful to see you again, Wesley, and I’m glad it’s under these circumstances,” Louise said.

  “It’s wonderful to see you, too. And, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for hurting Olivia like I did back in high school. I want you to know it’s not going to happen again.”

  “Oh no, it won’t. I promise you. Because if it does, you’ll quickly realize where she got her skills from,” Louise said.

  Wesley’s eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but giggle again. I tipped my coffee up to my lips as I stifled my grin, but then I felt Wesley’s hand drift over to my knee. He squeezed it reassuringly, like he was reiterating his statement. He wanted me to know he wasn’t going to hurt me. He wanted to make this work.

  And I got his message loud and clear.

  “Miss Louise, how much do you know about how Olivia and I rekindled our relationship?”

  “Probably more than you want me to know,” Louise said.

  “So, you know about the women,” he said.

  “I know about one particular woman who’s after you, yes,” Louise said.

  “Then, you won’t mind if I have a conversation at the table with Olivia about it?” he asked.

  “Not at all,” she said. “I’ll just take my coffee into the other room. Come sit with me for a bit once you’re done.”

  I furrowed my brow as Wesley’s hand slid from my thigh. My attention was fully turned to him now, and I felt panic rise in my throat. Wesley’s confident gaze had slowly tumbled into one of unsolicited fear, and I set my coffee cup down before I took his hand.

  “Wes. What’s happened?”

  “Yesterday, before I got on the road to come find you, Destiny showed up at the bar.”

  “She did not,” I said.

  “She did. And she said a lot of things that have me thinking.”

  “What did she say to you?”

  “She told me I was going to pay for what I did. That she’d somehow find the evidence you weren’t willing to hand over and throw me in jail forever. Then she told me she was going to kill me.”

  “Wait a second,” I said. “She threatened your life?”

  “I think her exact words were, ‘I’ll kill you for what you’ve done to me and my son.’”

  “Fuck,” I breathed. “All right. What was her demeanor like?”

  “She was screaming. You can call Chad, and he can vouch for me. He was right there when it happened. She was yelling and pointing, puffing up to me. At one point, I actually thought she was going to hit me in front of everyone. Not that I don’t deserve it, but still.”

  “Wes, I need to ask you an important question. Not because I’m still working your case, but because I’m not. I had a meeting with her in LA, and I told her—”

  “I know you’re not working it anymore, Olive,” he said. “What’s your question?”

  “Do you still have that money?”

  I studied his eyes while Wesley grazed over my body. I knew he was still analyzing me, still trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t imagine the way his mind must’ve been swirling, so I cupped his cheeks and brought his gaze back to my face.

  “Because if you do still have the money, you can go pluck it from wherever you put it without my knowledge. I could have it delivered back to my place, so she couldn’t pin you for having her possessions any longer. Then, I could place a call to Nelson. He’ll help us with this, especially if you’re willing to give the money back.”

 
“I can do that,” Wesley said.

  “All right. Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna finish breakfast, and then, we’re gonna head out. We can come see my mom another time. She’ll understand. You go wherever and put all the money you took from her in an envelope. Then, call me. By that time, I’ll have things settled with Nelson, and we’ll both deliver everything to her. She won’t know what hit her, and she won’t have any more evidence on you.”

  “I love you, Olive,” he said.

  “And I love you. Now, let’s dig you out of this hole, so we can work on other things, huh?”

  I finished my breakfast before Wesley and I hugged my mother goodbye. She waved us off as we drove away in our respective vehicles. I followed behind Wesley for most of the trip, but the moment we hit the Malibu city speed limit, I took out my cell phone.

  “Nelson Wainwright’s office. How can I help you?”

  “Mrs. Wainwright. It’s Olivia. Is Nelson busy?”

  “Not too busy for you,” she said. “Is everything all right?”

  “I need you to patch me through to him quickly,” I said.

  The phone beeped in my ear before Nelson picked up, but before he could even get a word in edgewise, I launched into the speech I’d been rehearsing for the past three hours.