Con Man

by Amy Brent

  “Thomas. Yes. Fuck, just like that. Right there.”

  He found that spot that burned in all the best ways, and he pressed his tongue deep into it. The roughness of his skin contrasted with the softness of his lips. He dug his fingertips into my ass cheeks, forever marking his fingerprints into my body, sending me over the edge in a snap orgasm that shook my body and made me collapse onto his face. My pussy clenched for him while it drenched his face in my womanly fluids, and he sucked it all down like a hungry newborn waiting for its first meal.

  Then, he lifted my hips off his face and slowly lowered me to the bed.

  “You taste divine,” he said.

  I felt his hands run over my ass one last time before he gave my cheek a smack. The crack resounded in the room, and I couldn’t help but moan. My body shook from the limits he was pushing me to. He slowly slid the plug from my ass before I heard it thump to the floor beside me, and then he grabbed my hips and hoisted them into the air.

  “Give me that dick,” I said.

  “As you wish.”

  He thrusted his hips forward and pummeled me with his cock. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me to capacity, with my walls faltering with every inch it swallowed. My pussy was soaking wet for him, begging for the assault only he could give me, and I moaned heavily into the pillow the moment his hips first snapped against mine.

  “Thomas. Yes. Holy fuck, your cock is massive. Oh, shit.”

  “You like that?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck you like a ragdoll?”

  “Give it to me. However you want. Just give me all of you.”

  His words sent hot shots of electricity through my body while his dick grew with every thrust he made. My bed bounced against the wall, and my body jolted with every move while my pussy clenched down onto him, holding on for the ride. I couldn’t push back, and I didn’t have any leverage. He had strapped me down and worn me out before he took full control of my body. I relinquished myself to his beating, feeling his hips dive into mine while his balls snapped against my sensitive clit. I could feel his muscles rippling against my skin while his hands held my hips steady, and I knew in that very moment no man would be able to top him.

  Thomas was a hulking mass of masculinity, and when his thighs connected with the back of mine and I felt those leg muscles flexing with work made only for me, I felt tears rise to my eyes.

  “God, this feels so good,” I said breathlessly.

  I felt my body climbing that hill again, and I screwed my eyes shut. Thomas groaned with every flex my pussy made around his raging cock. I knew I was tight for him, like my walls were made only for his dick. When my body willingly leapt from that ledge, I cried out his name into the pillow in front of me while he stilled his cock inside my body.

  “That’s it. Grip that pussy around me. Come for me, Bridget. Say my name.”

  “Thomas. Oh, god. You know just what to do to me. Thomas, yes.”

  My orgasm left me breathless as he pulled himself from between my legs. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating, heaving for the breath of air that never seemed to come my way. I was shaking, trembling at the merciless slaughtering of my body by his dick. He kissed me down my spine while massaging every inch of my skin, and I couldn't help but smile at his touch.

  “You’re incredible,” I said.

  “I’ve got one last surprise for you,” he said hauntingly.

  I heard him scoot off the bed and rummage around again before he came back. I felt something run up the back of my thigh that I didn’t recognize until he got to my asshole. The moment I realized what he was doing, my body clamped up. He massaged my ass cheeks to get me to relax before he pressed his finger deep into my puckered hole, then he inserted another one to spread me wide for the vibrating dildo he’d picked up.

  “You’re gonna love this, I just know it,” he said.

  He removed his fingers from me, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch. I heard the squirting of lube onto something before it sloshed onto an object, and then the cool mass pressed itself up against my asshole.

  My body was wanton and ready for the pleasure he was about to give me, and I knew the moment he turned on the vibration that I was going to be done for.

  “Open wide,” he said. He pressed the tip of the vibrator into my tight little hole, and I bit down into the pillow. Pain shot up my back while he gave me a second to adjust, and with every inch he inserted, I could feel myself being ripped into two in the best possible way. My dildo filled my asshole as Thomas held steady to it, then I felt him press the tip of his cock back to my pussy.

  “Oh, god,” I choked out.

  “Oh, yes,” he said.

  He pushed back into me, and the sensations that rolled over my body were foreign to me. His dick rubbed against me in all the right ways, and the vibrations ricocheting over my body shook me against his body. The moans and groans that poured from Thomas’s lips as he fucked me like his own little toy pulsed a need inside of me that drenched his balls in my juices. My body lurched with every single thrust he snapped against my body, and as my asshole throbbed around the dildo, it pulled the foreign object deeper into my body so Thomas could grab back onto my hips.

  “Holy fuck, Bridget, you’re so good to me. God, you’re beautiful.”

  The breath had been beaten out of my lungs, and all I could do was drool on the pillow. My vision was dimming, and my head was spinning. My pussy was throbbing, and my asshole was trembling. The electricity that shot through my body throbbed my vision and ached my head, and when I felt my eyes close shut, I collapsed into the bed. My body was wholly his now, and there was nothing I could do about it.

  Nothing except drool on the pillow and wait for my pleasure to take me hostage.

  “Fuck! Bridget. Yes, that pussy’s so tight for me. Oh, holy hell. Yes. Take my fucking cock down.”

  My orgasm crashed over me, and I felt him rip himself from between my legs. I trembled and convulsed in pleasure as hot streams of Thomas’s come doused my ass and the back of my legs. My pussy was clenching down on something that was no longer there, and my back was arched so heavily it began to cramp. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and the vibrations of the dildo in my ass kept me riding my high even longer, and when the world finally faded to black, I could only remember the sound of Thomas’s voice.

  “Bridget. Bridget? Can you hear me?”

  When I fluttered my eyes open, my wrists were no longer bound to the bed. My ass wasn’t vibrating, and my thighs weren’t drenched in Thomas’s cum. I was curled into him, and his strong, tight arms were wrapped around me. I opened my eyes and smiled.

  “There you are,” he said, grinning. “You had me worried there for a second.”

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “You passed out on me.”

  “Then I guess you deserve a medal or something,” I said. “Did you clean me up?”

  “When your heart rate settled, and I knew you were all right, yes,” he said.

  “Thanks.”

  I felt his thumb brush against my cheek, and I knew I couldn’t keep this from him any longer. I had developed too deep of a bond with him for me to go any longer without telling him the secret I carried.

  The secret responsible for my fame.

  “Thomas?” I asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “There was something on my mind earlier.”

  His eyes focused solely on me, and I pulled the covers up to my chin. Tears rimmed my eyes because I knew the moment I said it, he would be gone. Maybe he would stay and be my bodyguard, but he would no longer tolerate the intimate relationship we were having. My heart fell to my toes the moment I took a deep breath to tell him the entire story.

  “When I was eighteen, I stole someone else’s identity to score a role.”

  “Huh?” he asked.

  “There was this role that Linda tried to get me when I was eighteen,” I said. “It was me and another girl, and we looked a lot alike. We both got throu
gh the first round of auditions, but when we were both called back, she got the part, and I didn’t.”

  “Okay?” Thomas questioned. “So, what happened?”

  “Well, she got sick. Like, very sick. Mono sick. You know, the kind that puts you out for months.”

  “Did you make her sick?” he asked.

  “What? Fuck, no. But I did go in her place. Linda took me to get my hair cut like hers, and we airbrushed my face and used a few makeup tricks, and I stepped in and took her place for the role.”

  “Without telling them who you were,” he said.

  “Yeah.”

  “Does anyone else besides Linda know about this?” he asked.

  “Just you, her, and me,” I said. “Thomas, if this secret gets out, it will destroy my career. You’ve gotta keep this a secret. Please.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me,” he said. “But why hire a bodyguard? Has the family been threatening you?”

  “No. At least, not yet. I started having nightmares about it again, and it was suggested to me by Bernie that I hire a bodyguard. He thought that me feeling protected around someone else might help the nightmares.”

  “Ah,” he said.

  There was a different look in his eye while he processed everything. I studied him intently while he lost himself in the sea of information I’d given him. When he resurfaced, he kissed me on the tip of my nose before he slipped out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” I asked,

  “I gotta go home and take care of my daughter,” he said, grinning.

  “Oh, right,” I said. “Yeah, Lacey. Um, tell her I said hello.”

  “So, is your name actually ‘Kimberly Moore’?” he asked.

  I looked at him while he got dressed and memorized the way he looked. I took in the way his taut skin blanketed his thick, chiseled muscles. I opened my memory banks to the way the setting sun caressed his skin while he put on his clothes because something inside of me told me it was the last time I’d see him like this.

  Dripping with the exhaustion of the pleasure my body could give him.

  “Yes,” I said. “It’s actually ‘Kimberly Moore.’”

  I watched him nod before his eyes focused on a point on the wall, and I knew he’d lost himself in his thoughts again. I didn’t know if he would ever process what I’d just told him, but I figured telling a man he’d slept with someone else other than who he thought was probably somewhat of a deal breaker.

  “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.

  “So, you’ll be back?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he said. “I’ll be here when you get up.”

  But when he left the room with a desperation to his stride, I felt an ominous tension settle upon my room. It couldn’t have been this easy. There was something going on in his head that he wasn’t speaking about. I had no right to demand it of him, but I knew the course of our relationship had been forever altered by the secret I just divulged to him.

  And I cried myself to sleep in the ruins of my tattered bed that night.

  Chapter 18

  Thomas

  I tossed and turned all that night with the thought of her secret on my mind. I let a woman around my child who wasn’t even the person she said she was. How the fuck could I have been so reckless? How in the world did Bridget, or Kimberly, or whoever the fuck, think that something like this was okay?

  Running my hands over my face, I sat up in bed. A hot shower would do me some good before I had to be back at her house, and I honestly wasn’t sure if I should go to work. Maybe I could call off and take a day to think about what the fuck had just happened, but then another part of me was calling myself an idiot. Why the fuck should I care? I was just her bodyguard who she was taking for a spin. She met my daughter once because she wanted to, and I was in control of whenever they saw each other. I just wouldn’t bring her around anymore, and that would be that.

  Bosses met the children of their employees all the time, so that was what it was. My boss meeting my child and nothing more.

  But I was pissed she lied to me. I mean, this wasn’t just a little white lie, nor was it a credible threat. This wasn’t some woman who was faking her age or running from gambling debts. She was a young woman who pulled a desperate move with her agent to get into the spotlight, and now, I was following her around like a lost little puppy because she couldn’t cope with the guilt that came with her decision.

  It was some petty bullshit, and I didn’t know if I wanted to be around it.

  So, what did I call her now? Kimberly? That was her name, according to her. But how the hell did I know that was not just another lie? I groaned in the shower while the cold water flowed over my body. I shivered myself awake, hoping my reserve energy stores would kick in, but the moment I heard Lacey stir from her bed, I shut the water off.

  Honestly, it didn't matter if I was upset. It’s not like we were in some kind of relationship with one another. We were just fucking around a bit and having some fun. Now that I knew there was no credible threat to her, I could relax on my job a bit, and this could easily turn out to be the easiest and most lucrative job I’d ever taken. I’d be an idiot not to keep it, especially since the schedule allowed me to take Lacey to school and pick her up.

  I dropped Lacey off at school with a kiss and a massive hug, and I told her I would definitely be there to pick her up today. I apologized for not being there yesterday, and a flood of guilt washed over my body at how happy she was that I would come get her. I had prioritized my own selfish needs and pawned my daughter off on my mother, and that shit was never happening again. The hold Bridget had over me was done. No more flirting around, and definitely, no more screwing around.

  This ended now, and our relationship went back to a professional one.

  I got to Bridget’s house, and I could feel my hands gripping the steering wheel. I still had no idea why I was reacting this way, but when I got into the house, the smell of it threw me back to last night. Sex still hung heavily in the air, and I could smell she hadn’t showered yet. She was waiting for me at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee sitting right where I’d usually put it, and as I rounded the corner, she looked up at me with big, tired eyes.

  “Morning,” she said. She pushed a mug full of coffee toward the seat I usually take, so I sat down and took the mug and brought it to my lips.

  “Hey there,” I said.

  “Are you all right?” she asked.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Because of last night and what I told you.”

  I held her gaze for what seemed like hours before I set my mug down. She was ready to start this day off with a bang, and I wasn’t sure if I could give her all the reactions she wanted. I knew she wanted me to smile, draw her close, and tell her it was all right. I knew she wanted to hear from me that I understood and wasn’t angry and that things were just fine between us. Maybe she wanted to take me upstairs and have makeup sex or suck my dick as an apology, but I couldn’t give her any of those things.

  I couldn't tell her I wasn’t angry because I was. I couldn't tell her things were all right because they weren’t. I couldn’t hold her close and tell her she was fine because she wasn’t. Not with me.

  And I had no fucking idea why I gave so much of a shit.

  “Well, I’m all right,” I said, lying. At this point, I had no issues with lying to her. She’d fucking pretended to be a totally different person with me. Not divulging how I actually felt was a drop in the ocean she had already created between us.

  And then, the selfish actress rose back up to the surface.

  “Please promise me you won’t tell anyone,” she said.

  “I promise,” I said, nodding. “No one will hear it from me.”

  She looked pleased enough, so she choked down the rest of her coffee before she brushed by me. She reached out her hand to put it on my shoulder, but I moved away from her grasp before I even knew I’d make that move. In that very moment, I’d given away
the lie I’d just told her, and a sad sigh left her lips before she headed for the staircase.

  I was a lot angrier than I originally thought I was, and part of me wondered if I should look for a different job.

  When she came down the stairs, I heard Bernie pull up into the driveway. She opened the door without waiting for me and got into the car before I had a chance to open her door. Something had fundamentally shifted between the two of us, and I knew it the moment she sat on the other side of the car. Usually she sat beside me, or on the other side of the same seat, but today, she sat herself on the opposite end of the car altogether and closed her eyes.

  I studied her as she fell asleep on our way to the set. I saw the bags underneath her eyes and how puffy and red they were. I saw the few marks I’d left on her neck from last night and how she curled herself up into a ball on the seat. I saw how she gripped her clothes tight around her, like she was trying to physically put a barrier between herself and the secret that plagued her daily thoughts.

  The guilt was eating her alive, and I didn’t know if I could stick around and watch.

  When we got to set, I shook her awake, and her eyes flew open and connected with mine. They were wide with terror for a split second before she backed away from my touch altogether. She got out of the car before I did and didn’t wait for me to open the set door for her. By the time I was out of the car and sending Bernie off, she was already inside. Even though she’d hired me as her bodyguard for peace of mind, she was trying to put as much distance between us as she could.