Con Man

by Amy Brent

  He looked absolutely stunning. Linen pants against his muscular thighs caught my attention, and the button down shirt he carried over his shoulder flowed in the slight breeze coming off the ocean, his rippling abs beckoning to my fingertips. He’d come shirtless, no doubt trying to fire me up before we got the surprise underway, and I could see how impressed he was with the boat from the moment he stepped on.

  “Can’t honestly say I’ve been surprised before,” he said.

  “I knew I’d be the first in something eventually,” I said, winking.

  “Everyone ready!?” the captain called from his nest.

  “Yes, sir, Captain, sir!” I said.

  I took L’s hand and led him to bow of the ship, carrying the cooler in my other hand. We sat on the luxurious seating while the ocean breeze poured over our skin, and he helped me unpack all the snacks I’d prepared for this evening. Little cucumber sandwiches, grapes to easily pop in our mouths, and a bottle of wine to be shared. Cheese, pretzels and chocolate covered raisins completed the meal, but I’d even packed little cheesecake bites just in case we wanted something extra sweet for afterwards.

  “You really thought of everything here, didn’t you?” he asked.

  “I figured it would be a nice surprise. You’re always treating me to things, and I figured it was my turn to treat you to something,” I said.

  “How much did this cost you, Charlie?” he asked.

  “Rude. Do I ever ask you those types of questions?” I asked.

  “I’m just—”

  “Stop worrying,” I said, settling my hand on his knee. “Just enjoy it.”

  We sat in relative silence while we slowly ate the small sandwiches I had prepared. Miami slowly fell into the background while the sun began to set off in the distance, and there was a brief moment where you could see the twinkling of the stars while the sun still splattered its colors in the sky. It was breath-taking, feeling the bobbing of the boat while the sun slowly set and we were blanketed in darkness.

  But the feeling of something cool against my lips ripped me from my trance.

  “Take a bite,” L said.

  I plucked the grape from between his fingertips and chewed it slowly for him to see. He placed a small kiss on my cheek before he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and my body melted into his before he lifted another grape to my lips.

  “Aren’t I supposed to be feeding you this stuff?” I asked.

  “No,” he said.

  One by one, small bites of food were plucked from between his fingertips. A few grapes here, a cube of cheese there. There was even a point where he lifted my wine glass to my lips, allowing himself to fully and completely serve me whatever it was he wanted to see me eat while darkness fully covered the sky.

  “The stars are beautiful tonight,” I said.

  “I’ve never seen them out here like this,” he said.

  “Probably because Miami stays so bright. Oh my gosh, L. Look at how many there are.”

  “I’d rather look at you,” he said.

  I lifted myself from his body and turned to face him. His eyes were stern and his lips were pulled taut. I could tell he was thinking about something—something serious and urgent—and I wanted to know what was going on.

  “L. Are you alright?” I asked.

  “I’m just—”

  I waited for his answer, but all he did was hold my stare. The stars twinkled above our heads while the boat continued to roar out into the ocean, and before I knew it he was pulling me to my feet and close into his body.

  “I’m just not used to this, is all,” he said into my ear.

  “You deserve to be treated, too, L,” I said. “Just because you’re the one with all the money doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t surprise you with something every once in a while.”

  “I’m still concerned about how much this cost you,” he said.

  “Please, don’t be. Okay?”

  He slipped his arms around my back and pulled me close to him. I could feel his heart hammering against his chest as I pressed my cheek against him, and our bodies began to sway underneath the moonlight while the boat parted the waters of the ocean. I closed my eyes, drinking it all in while breathing in his scent. Soon, the cool air of the ocean waters began to shiver my body, and his hands rubbed up and down my back before he pressed a warm kiss to the top of my head.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “For what?” I asked.

  “This evening.”

  “Well, you’re very welcome,” I said, looking up at him.

  “I hope you won’t hold the lack of conversation against me. I’m just—”

  “Not used to it. I get it. It’s alright,” I said, smiling.

  “Are you thirsty?” he asked.

  “Not particularly. Are you?” I asked.

  “A bit,” he said.

  “Well, hold on.”

  I bent down and picked up his wine glass before I raised it to his lips. He cocked an eyebrow slightly at me, wondering what in the world I expected him to do, so I touched the glass lightly to his lips before he wrapped them around the edge. I tipped it up towards him, the wine flowing freely into his mouth. I watched his Adam’s apple bob with every sip he took, mesmerized by its motions.

  I was so taken by how his body moved that I felt his hand cover mine before he brought the glass down from his lips.

  “Whoops,” I said, giggling. “Sorry.”

  A single drop of wine fell from the corner of his mouth, teasing me with its trail as it slowly broke against his chin. Without thinking, I raised up on my tiptoes and kissed the trail, lightly licking it away before I captured his lips with mine.

  I heard the wine glass clink against the boat’s floor before L’s arm slid around my waist.

  “You taste like cucumber and grapes,” he said, whispering into my lips.

  “And you taste like dessert,” I said, smirking against his skin.

  All at once, his hands were all over me. They cupped my ass and pulled me close to him, and I could feel him growing against my leg while his lips devoured mine. I was thankful the Captain and First Mate had kept to the nest like I’d asked, because that meant I could take this beautiful man below deck, and the surprises I had planned for him were nothing short of spine-shivering.

  “Come on,” I said. “Follow me.”

  I broke the kiss before I took his hand, then I led him down below deck. The small staircase gave way to a well-appointed cabin with a sprawling couch that lined the entire wall space around the room. There was a massive ottoman with its top cast off to the side, set up by myself before L had arrived to partake in this adventure.

  I had filled the inside with all sorts of toys and edibles for us to enjoy with one another.

  “Holy shit, Charlie,” he said, murmuring.

  “I need to tell you something,” I said, turning my body to him. “I need to—admit something.”

  “Alright,” he said. “What is this admission you seek to proclaim?”

  “I need you to know how much I crave you,” I said.

  “And just how much is that?” he asked, as an evil glint rose in his eye.

  “There isn’t a night that goes by that I don’t think about you,” I said. “There isn’t a morning that begins where I don’t wish you were there, especially after waking up to you all last weekend. There isn’t a shower I take where I don’t want you there, and every single time I get a message from you on that burner phone, my skin crawls before I open it. Because I know when I do, I’m about to add another adventure to my world. Another memory to my mind. Another part of my life will be touched by you, and that excites me in ways I can’t possibly explain.”

  His stare was intense and his body was slowly stepping towards mine. I was painfully aware of how close he had gotten to me, and by the time I was done with my little speech his hand was cradling the back of my head. I craned my neck back to keep my eyes locked onto his while his body hovered over mine, and I could feel
my heart trying to leap from my chest as my blood rushed through my ears.

  “And I wanted to give you that same sensation with the message I sent earlier today,” I said. “I wanted you to… experience what you’ve given me. I wanted you to know that you’re on my mind just like I’m on yours. You deserve that, L. You deserve to know how much you’re craved by me.”

  His eyes danced between mine as his face slowly got closer. I could feel his hot breath against my lips, my legs trembling underneath me while his cock raged against my body.

  “Did you feel it?” I asked with a whisper. “When I sent you that message this morning?”

  He dipped his forehead against mine, his lips mere millimeters away while his fingertips wound themselves in the tendrils of my hair.

  “Please tell me you did,” I said breathlessly.

  “Yes,” he said, his voice rumbling my ribcage. “I did.”

  And I closed the gap between the two of us before we sank our bodies onto the couch.

  Chapter 23

  Ellison

  Her words echoed in my mind as she pushed her lips against my own. This woman was absolutely perfect in every way. She had my passion, she had my thirst for competition, she had an exotic way about her that my dick begged for, and her desire for me was just as strong as mine was for her. From the moment my phone had buzzed that morning until now, my skin had been crawling in anticipation. Every single moment was a surprise, from the food to the boat to the wine, and now that my eyes have seen the contents of the ottoman, I knew exactly what was happening tonight.

  I was hers, and she wasn’t letting me go without a fight.

  I slowly eased her onto the couch, wondering if she would give me the upper hand, but just before I could position my body onto hers she flipped me over. My back slid onto the soft cushions while her lips trailed down my neck, and I realized in that very moment that this was how she felt.

  Every single time I left her a gift, surprised her with a trip, or sent a message to her phone with a plan to see her, this was the feeling she got.

  And I wanted to make her feel this way for as long as I could.

  My cock throbbed against my linen pants while her tongue circled my nipple, and never had I felt that type of electricity shoot through my veins. Her teeth tugged at it, pulling my nipple away from my body while her fingers danced along my twitching abs, and I sucked in a sharp breath just before she released it with a pop.

  “I love your sounds,” she said, pressing a kiss to my skin.

  She worked my pants off my legs and I took the liberty of removing my shirt. My cock was standing at attention, begging her to sit that tight pussy on it, but I heard her rummaging around in the ottoman before a small giggle escaped from her lips.

  “Close your eyes,” she said.

  “Charlie,” I said.

  “Close them, or I’ll have to blindfold you,” she said.

  I closed my eyes as a grin spread across my lips, but the grin didn’t last long. I felt something cold and slimy fill my belly button, causing me to jump back before the mess trailed down to my cock. My balls pulled back into my body, trying to get away from the cold sensation, and I felt my dick being covered in the sticky substance before I heard something hit the floor.

  “Oh, you look magnificent,” she said.

  Her tongue dipped into my belly button just as the scent of the substance hit my nose. Salty with a hint of sweet, and the smokiness of caramel set my skin on fire. She had covered my body in caramel, and the way her tongue slid across my skin made my cock twitch.

  She was going to gobble me down and suck all the caramel off my dripping dick, and my body began to shake with want.

  Slowly but surely, her tongue made its rounds. She sucked the caramel from my belly button before she trailed it down to my pelvis, and the sweet caramel dripping down my thighs was the first to go. I felt her warm tongue against my skin, humming in pleasure while her lips sucked up the sweet essence. My hips bucked into her, restless and waiting for where I needed her mouth most, but she cleaned my skin fully and completely before I heard that beautiful command.

  “Open your eyes,” she said.

  Just as my eyes focused onto her she slid my dick between her lips, and a groan slipped from my throat as my tip hit the back of hers. Her tongue slid all around my cock while my pre-cum mixed with the caramel syrup. She hummed and moaned, swallowing me deep down her throat while her arms wrapped underneath my legs. I hooked my ankles around her lower back, drawing her closer while thrusting my hips into her face, and the hum she let loose around my cock made me throb against her cheeks.

  “Fuck, Charlie. Holy shit. What the—where did—?”

  My mind was absolutely blank. Her lips were swollen from all the sucking and her tongue danced lewdly around my entire dick. My hands were tangled in her red hair and her piercing gaze was hooked onto mine. She watched me from her perch, relishing the control she had over my body, and I felt myself being handed over to her every time her throat closed around my cock.

  “Cum for me,” she said.

  Her mouth was full of me as fire began to burn in my toes. It ran up my thighs and drew my balls into my body, and now I could feel the mixture of caramel and spit drip down my ass crack. She bobbed her head in time with her sucking, pulling from me the liquid she truly sought. My body shook and my hips rolled, and the moment I felt my orgasm bursting from my body I called her name out to the ocean sky.

  “Charlie. Holy shit, Charlie. Yes. Yes. Suck that cock. Take it deep. Drink me.”

  I lost all control of my senses as my mouth continued to babble at her. Pump after pump unloaded thick streams of cum down her throat, and she swallowed it down like the beautiful woman she was. A sheen of sweat broke out on my brow as my back collapsed to the couch, and she kept slowly running her tongue along my cock as it shriveled in her mouth.

  For the first time in my life, my mind was utterly blank. Silver stars were bursting in my vision while my head pounded from the sheer force of my orgasm, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through her hair while she settled her chin on my thigh. I felt light-headed, floating among the clouds. Never had I experienced that kind of powerful orgasm, and I simply enjoyed how it felt to have my legs locked around her.

  Just like she had done so many other times.

  But, when I finally gathered myself and opened my eyes, I saw the most beautiful sight alive. I saw her glistening pussy hovering over my face, her juices threatening to drip onto my lips as she held the fabric of her dress up off her body.

  She hadn’t been wearing any underwear all fucking night, and I groaned at the realization.

  “Open wide,” she said with a smile.

  I grabbed her hips and brought them down on me, parting her pussy lips with my tongue. She ripped her dress over her head, her tits bouncing for me while she rode my face, and I gulped her juices down. My tongue found that beautiful clit, flicking it while I watched her body twitch. She set a steady pace as she rocked against my tongue, and I couldn’t help but squeeze her ass cheeks before I found yet another surprise she had waiting for me.

  My fingertips danced over her asshole, caressing against something hard. I wrapped my hand around it as she cast a wicked gaze down to me, and she winked just before I pushed my tongue deep against her pussy walls.

  I fucked her with my tongue while I grabbed the butt plug she’d inserted into herself. Holy fuck, this woman was determined to drive me wild tonight, and I could feel my tired cock growing again as I slowly began to fuck her ass with it. I pulled it out and watched her sigh before I pushed it back in and listened to her groan. My tongue found her clit against as my cock began to drip, and I fucked her ass with the thick butt plug while she gyrated and shook against my lips.

  “Shit, L. Yes. Holy fuck, yes. Oh, shit. That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

  Oh, I had no plans on stopping. I also had no plans on allowing her to have any more control tonight. I pressed my tongue
deep into her clit before I ripped the butt plug from her and tossed it aside. I threw my hand into the open ottoman, rummaging around while I sucked her clit between my lips, and I smiled into her pussy when I found exactly what I was looking for.

  I slid the dildo all along the silky fluids dripping from her pussy before I pushed it deep into her. She threw her head back and panted, her thrusts getting quicker while her fluids covered the toy buried deep inside her body. She whimpered when I pulled it out, wanting desperately to be filled to the brim, but if she was patient enough I’d give her exactly what she wanted.

  I teased the tip of the dildo at her asshole, turning on the vibration as her body collapsed on top of me. I slowly pushed the toy in, listening to her groan as my tongue rolled her clit side to side. My cock was throbbing to be inside her—to feel her cum around it as she called out my name— so I caught her falling body as she collapsed against the couch.

  “My turn,” I said.

  I rolled her over before I reached down, slowly pushing in the last inch of the vibrating dildo while her tits puckered for me. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance, slowly sliding in while I watched her eyes shoot open. She was so swollen and so tight for me, her body squeezing my cock with every ounce of force it could handle, and the vibration from the toy in her asshole buzzed my balls.