Con Man

by Amy Brent

  She grasped my hand, drawing it away from her hip, and tugged me in the direction of the stairs. My legs followed without hesitation, despite the war raging in my head. My heart and cock were already set on having Amber. There was no denying the stiff erection pressed uncomfortably against the band of my jeans, begging to be released.

  This was my best friend’s daughter. I had watched her grow up into a young and beautiful woman over the years. When had things shifted? I couldn’t recall the time when I no longer looked at Amber as the young teenage girl with braces and innocent smile. All I could focus on was the firm curve of Amber’s ass cheeks that were on full display while I followed her up the stairs.

  All sane thoughts and logic were chased away when Amber pushed the door open to my bedroom. She closed it shut behind me, locking it just in case.

  I’m not sure who moved first, but the final resolve of my self-control crumpled. My arms were wrapped tightly around Amber’s trim waist while her head tilted back in anticipation of a kiss. The first brush of her lips against mine, feather light and tasting of vanilla, drained the rest of the blood from my head. Heat seared through the center of me. I teetered on the ledge of completely losing control when Amber’s teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging at it seductively.

  I jumped off that fucking ledge.

  A growl tore through my throat as I pressed my lips against hers for a kiss. Her lips met mine eagerly, parting without hesitation when I swept a tongue along the line of her lips. The taste of her, overwhelmed my senses as the tips of our tongues battled for dominance, and our hands gripped at what they could grip at.

  Lust blinded me. I couldn’t see straight, even if I tried to look past Amber. My hands eagerly explored the firmness of her ass cheeks before sliding up under her shirt. Her skin was soft and hot underneath my fingertips, while her own hands reached for my shirt to tug at it insistently. I was reluctant to let go of the sensation of Amber’s skin, but desperate to get closer to her as much as possible.

  The heat between us soared higher. I tore my lips away from Amber’s mouth to kiss my way down the column of her throat. Her pulse pounded against my teeth when I tasted the salty skin there.

  “Gage,” she groaned, pressing up against me. “Please. Don’t tease me.”

  “Foreplay is essential,” I said against her skin. “I’m well aware of how women need some extra time to get ready.”

  Her nails scratched their way down the curve of my back. I let out a hiss of arousal at that, while her lips curved up into a seductive smile.

  “Ten years’ worth of foreplay is enough,” she said.

  Our lips met in another heated kiss while I tried to blindly navigate through the room with Amber in my arms. I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs, and twisting around with Amber in my arms, I laid her down on the edge. She let out a gasp against my lips, but raised her arms without prompt. I gathered the fabric of her ribbed shirt in my fingers. Blood pounded in my veins as I tugged her shirt up and over.

  Perfectly rounded breasts threatened to spill out of the simple black bra she wore. Her stomach was toned from years of running after Ethan. She was utterly fucking perfect, every man’s wet dream.

  “Your turn,” Amber said.

  She grabbed the hem of my own shirt, tugging it upward before standing up to pull it over my head. Before I could reach forward to cup a perfectly shaped breast, Amber’s hands were trailing down my chest in teasing and fiery trails.

  “Amber.”

  “Hmm?”

  Hot and wet lips pressed up against my shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” I groaned out as those wicked lips trailed further down the center of my chest.

  Warm breath puffed against my lower stomach. A finger dipped into the band of my jeans teasingly against my rock-hard cock. My head fell back at the simple, but erotic touch. I was ready to bury myself into this woman hard. I couldn’t even think straight any longer.

  I reached down to grab at her shoulders, but Amber swatted them away. She undid the button of my jeans with a mischievous smile. Oh, fuck no. My hips thrusted forward eagerly at the thought before I could even control the urge. There was no way in sweet hell that I would last with that hot mouth on me.

  “Don’t you dare,” I whispered harshly. “I won’t last, Amber. Fuck. I won’t last at all if you do what I’m thinking you are going to do.”

  My jeans loosened, followed by the zipper. I was powerless as she tugged the fabric of my jeans and boxers down. My cock strained toward her, hard and glistening at the tip. It throbbed when Amber’s fingers wrapped around it firmly with an appreciative groan.

  “So big,” she murmured. “Just like I imagined. Just one little taste, Gage. That’s all I’m going to do.”

  “That better be it,” I said hoarsely. “I’m not wasting this time on a blow job.”

  “Just a taste.”

  The second that sweet heat engulfed the tip of me intimately, I was gone. I was lost in a violent sea of pleasure that I tried to swim through, but it was too hard. Amber’s lips moved up and down expertly. Her hands gripped my hips tightly in response when I let out a jagged cry. I couldn’t think past the heat of her mouth, or the delicious friction of her lips on my cock.

  I was on the brink of one of the best damn orgasms of my life with the woman of my fantasies in control of it. Except, I wasn’t going to be the only one on the brink. She would be too.

  “Slow it down, baby,” I gritted out, reaching down to disengage her mouth from me. My balls ached in response, but I ignored the pain of it. “I’m not the only one here that is going to have an orgasm.”

  Amber rose to her feet while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. There were times that I could still see that innocence in her eyes. She had only been with one man before me. Sex was still a relatively new concept for her, but damn, those talented hands and kissable mouth knew otherwise.

  I gathered her in my arms to kiss her again. Her breasts pushed up against my chest. Unable to stand it any longer, I reached around to the clasp of her bra. The fabric loosened against her shoulders, and I coaxed the straps down before tossing it to the ground. My mouth went dry as I took in the perfect mounds of liquid flesh with pink nipples that were straining for attention.

  It occurred to me then that I would never be able to let Amber out of this bedroom. She was the woman I wanted, and a part of me knew that I would never be able to let go now that we were sprinting across boundaries to the other side.

  “Gage?”

  I looked up at the surprising tininess in her voice. Nervousness stretched across her face when our eyes met.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I just… I just thought you were disappointed for a moment.”

  I bit back a scoff. Disappointed? I was standing in front of her, pants down and around my ankles still, with a hard erection begging to be buried in her sweet heat. I never felt more exposed in my entire life, but this was Amber. I reminded myself that while she was an adult, she was still young to understanding that any hot-blooded male was going to be insanely happy with a woman like her in front of them.

  Reaching forward, I curved my hand along her cheek to bring her in for a soft kiss that instantly lessened the tension in her spine.

  “I would never be disappointed with you,” I whispered, brushing a thumb along her cheekbone. “You’re beautiful, Amber. Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”

  She smiled up at me softly. “Thank you.”

  I coaxed her to lay across the middle of my bed, helping her settle against the pillows there. I kicked my jeans and boxers away before climbing onto the bed. A shiver went up my spine while I leaned over her. I gazed down at her as that same heat and passion returned to the blue orbs looking up at me.

  “Ready for this?”

  Chapter 2

  Amber

  “Ready for this?”

  I stared up at the one man that I have truly wanted more than anything
in my entire life. It sounded like an exaggeration, even to my own ears, but it was the truth. I had wanted Gage Devlin since I was fifteen years old and on the cusp of being a full-grown teenager. Back then, I had restrained myself from even acting out on those type of urges that I felt for Gage. Crushing on an older man wasn’t a cool thing by any standards, but those days were long gone.

  I was twenty-five years old. I had a three-year old son that I loved more than life itself. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, even if I knew it was wrong. Except, it felt right to be laying there in the middle of Gage’s comfortable bed in a sea of blankets and pillows.

  He was stretched halfway over me, deliciously naked as he looked down at me for permission. The heat between my thighs was the answer. I could feel the wetness soaking through the fabric of my underwear and leggings. All I wanted was that rock-hard cock buried deep inside of me.

  I didn’t care if Gage was my dad’s best friend, or that he was twice my age. I wanted this man more than anything. His hands had already elicited delicious feelings inside of me within the short few minutes since Gage had finally caved in to what he wanted. And that gave me more pleasure, knowing that Gage wanted me. He craved me. I could feel his erection straining against my thigh.

  “Yes,” I said, nodding at him. “I’m ready.”

  The corner of Gage’s lips quirked up. He leaned down to press his lips against mine, and I was lost again in the sensation of our tongues touching. It felt so good. Too damn good. Gage overwhelmed me in every sense as he gently pushed my legs apart to move in between them. His lips tore away from mine to trail kisses again down the column of my neck.

  My heart raced as those sinful lips traced the edge of my collarbone before trailing down further. I arched up in pleasure when his hands reached up to grasp both my breasts firmly. He worked the flesh there expertly until I was breathless and squirming, but it didn’t stop there. His lips trailed down the curve of my right breast before gently sucking in a nipple that begged to be touched.

  “Oh, god,” I groaned, threading my fingers through his hair. “Please, Gage. Don’t draw this out even more.”

  “You teased me,” he murmured against my breast. “It’s payback.”

  His lips continued down past my belly button. I didn’t hesitate to lift my hips when he hooked his fingers into the bands of my leggings and underwear. He tugged the both of them down my legs smoothly, tossing them into the dark abyss surrounding the bed. The heater kicked on again. I could feel the blast of warm heat entering the room, but quickly realized it was me.

  Heat radiated off my flushed skin as Gage’s hands smoothed down the inside of my thighs. The tips of his thumbs brushed against the apex of my thighs. I jerked at the feathery touch, propping myself up on my elbows to stare down at him through heavy breaths. He grinned up at me from his kneeling position between my bent knees. We were both naked, hot, and ready for this to go on. Yet, Gage was hell-bent on dragging it out even more.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  Realization shot through me when Gage grinned devilishly at me. He slowly flattened down to lay on his stomach. Hot breath puffed against the core of me. Alarm skittered through me at the boldness. This was intimate, almost too intimate for the first time. I reached down with the intention to stop him, but the first brush of his tongue chased away any lingering hesitation.

  His mouth sucked and licked expertly against the bundle of nerves between my legs. My heavy breaths turned into pants as I tried desperately to cling to reality, but all I could feel was Gage between my legs steadily working me toward release. Higher and higher I soared with my fingers clutching the bed sheets in a death grip. An orgasm spiraled down on me, leaving me a hot and quivering mess with Gage chuckling.

  “Wow,” I breathed out, heart pounding. “You’re a pro at that. It didn’t take you long.”

  “Years of foreplay, dear,” he returned with a rogue wink. “How do you feel?”

  “Amazing. I feel amazing.”

  The tip of Gage’s cock brushed against the slickness between my thighs. A shiver shot up my spine as Gage settled against me intimately, with our chests pressed against one another. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought my knees up to his hips as anticipation spiraled through me.

  Gage buried his head against the side of my neck when he pushed forward to enter me. I clenched my teeth at the sting of it at first. It had been a long time since I’d last enjoyed this, but the stinging sensation gave away when his hips rolled back to thrust deep. An entirely different sensation built in my stomach as Gage’s body writhed against mine. He set a fast and deep pace. His panting was ragged against my neck. Every inch of his body was stiff with a pending release.

  I was helpless against the onslaught of it, but in the best way possible. All I could do was bury my fingers into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist tightly to bring him closer and deeper. Our sweat slicked skin smacked against one another’s. I could dimly hear the bedframe shaking through our pants and groans.

  Pleasure was building again. I squirmed against it while Gage’s hands planted themselves firmly in the mattress next to my head. Sweat beaded along his forehead. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and it was the most incredibly erotic thing to watch every flicker of emotion and sensation go across his face. His eyes jerked open suddenly.

  “Amber—”

  “I know,” I moaned out, lost in it as well. “I feel it, Gage. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

  He gritted his teeth while picking up the pace even more. My world went black with searing heat as another orgasm bubbled in my stomach before popping. I stifled my cries of pleasure against Gage’s shoulder while I felt his body go stiff against mine before he released. I felt the warmth of it inside of me as he sank against me with a relieved groan. He pulled out a second later before collapsing on the bed next to me.

  My heart refused to stop pounding. I stared up at the dark ceiling, sucking in deep breaths while the sweat on my skin cooled. My body still thrummed with the lasting afterglow of two amazing orgasms. I reached up to wipe my head in disbelief. Two in a row. I couldn’t even do that with my own hand.

  I could feel Gage laying in the dark next to me, trying to catch his breath, too. Our arms brushed when I reached for his hand in the dark. I wanted to say something before the glow went away, but a blood-curdling and terrified scream from downstairs startled the both of us.

  “Mom!”

  “Ethan,” I gasped, jumping off the bed quickly. Panic roared through me at his terrified cries.

  I frantically searched the floor for my clothes, pulling on my leggings without any underwear. I found my shirt a second later, jamming it over my head as I ran out, with Gage pulling on his clothes behind me. The entire bottom half of the house was dark. The candles had gone out, but I could see Ethan’s tiny body standing in the middle of the living room with his blanket clutched tightly to him.

  Wrapping my arms around his quivering shoulders, I turned Ethan to pull him into me. His body trembled against mine. I could see the watery surface of tears in his fright-stricken eyes in the dark.

  Nightmares. I knew it the second I had heard those screams from upstairs. Ethan wrapped his arms around my neck, burrowing against me for safety. I kneeled there on the cold hardwood floors while his little body trembled against mine.

  “What’s going on?”

  I turned to look over at Lily, standing near the edge of the couch. Her eyes were wide with fright and confusion as she gazed at Ethan.

  “Just a dream,” I told her. “It’s okay, Lily. Sometimes he has bad dreams.”

  “About what?” Lily asked.

  “I’m not sure,” I said, even though I knew. Those same dreams plagued me, too, at times. There were times that I woke up drenched in sweat with Scott’s scowling face still etched in my mind.

  “Well, is he going to keep having nightmares?” Lily asked, hands on her hips in annoyance. “I don’t want him sleeping down her
e if he’s going to keep waking me up with bad dreams.”

  “Lily.”

  The sound of Gage’s voice cutting through the dark caught us both by surprise. I glanced over my shoulder to find Gage standing in the door frame of the living room, frowning at his daughter who immediately looked ashamed.

  “Ethan is only three-years old,” he scolded quietly. “You used to have nightmares, too. Don’t be mean.”

  “I’m sorry,” Lily said. Her tangled brunette locks covered her face when she glanced down at the floor. “Is Ethan going to be okay?”

  I rubbed soothing circles along Ethan’s back as he calmed down. I could feel the fear draining out of him steadily. Exhaustion eventually took back over, and he climbed sleepily into my lap to nestle against me. Sweeping him up in my arms, I cherished the weight of his warm body against my own while I settled down into the couch cushions. These types of moments were stretching far and few in between. Ethan never cuddled much because of Scott accusing me of coddling him too much. “He’ll never be a man if you insist on holding him all the time,” he had said.

  “He’ll be fine,” I replied, but I had no idea if he would be. I had no idea if I was ever going to be fine again.

  I glanced up to see Gage peering at me intently in the dark. A rush went through me when our eyes met, and that lingering desire filled the air between us. He knew just as well as I did what caused Ethan’s nightmares at night. He looked away to coax Lily back onto the other couch across from ours. Stretching out alongside his daughter, Gage draped a heavy blanket over the both of them while they settled down.