by Amy Brent
“Wes, that’s not what I was going to do.”
I was shocked to see tears in her eyes. The way she was pleading, I almost believed it. And honestly? Every part of me wanted to. I wanted to reach out to her and take her hand. I wanted to hold her close and tell her I forgave her. I wanted to believe she was different, that she hadn’t spun a web of lies just for her pleasure. Just to see me writhe. Just to see me flail.
But I couldn’t.
“I love you, Wes,” Olivia said breathlessly.
A grin flew across my face before I began to chuckle. She reached out for my hand, and I pulled it away, crossing my arms over my chest. I shook my head as my laughter grew, and before I knew it, I’d thrown my head back. I was laughing at her. Laughing at the absurdity of it all. Olivia had run her own con and had gotten sucked into the romanticism she’d created by herself.
“You were just using me, Olivia. It’s obvious. You’re trying to nail me to the wall for robbing your poor, pathetic friend, and you’ve been caught in your own web. I might’ve been flailing around in your lies, allowing myself to be sucked into the beautiful body you seem to have cultivated. But you’ve gotten stuck, too. You fell in love with your own fucking ruse, and that’s what makes you and me different.”
“What’s so different?” she asked.
“Because unlike you, Olivia,” I said as I planted my hands in my lap. “I don’t fall in love.”
Massive tears lobbed down Olivia’s cheeks as shock rolled over her face. She wasn’t breathing, she wasn’t moving, and for a split second, I thought she was going into shock. She leaned back into her chair before her eyes finally pulled away from mine, and I shook my head before I bowed my gaze into my lap.
“Get out,” I said.
“What?”
“I said, get the fuck out. Take your phony fucking papers and your bullshit persona and get the hell out of my house.”
“Wesley, please. Let me help you.”
“That’s rich, coming from a private investigator. You mean little old Olivia Hart is willing to give up all she’s worked for, all she’s done on a case, just to hop on a bit more dick. Sweetheart, I’ve mesmerized many women with my devilish ways. You most certainly won’t be the last.”
“Please, just listen.”
“I’ve listened enough,” I said. “Take your shit, and get the fuck out.”
“Wesley—”
“Holy hell, Olivia. What don’t you get? You wanna know why I was laughing? Because while you were conning me, I was conning you!”
That got her attention, and she slowly stood to her feet.
“You were what?” she asked.
“The very first night you came to the bar. You made some hoity statement about how you had a shit ton of money now and could do with it whatever you wished. Why did you think I was fucking you so well? I figured I just needed to get a bit more wine in you before you passed out afterward.”
The force of my words stumbled her back on her feet. I picked up the papers on the table and shoved them into her chest, making sure our fingers didn’t touch when I pulled back.
“Get the hell out, and don’t you dare come back,” I said. “Unless it’s to arrest me, of course.”
Then, without another word, she turned around on her heels and ran for her car.
Chapter 22
Olivia
My eyes fluttered open Sunday morning, and my head was pounding. I’d cried all the way home, tossing the papers in the back of my car. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I wanted to lay in bed and forget this bullshit ever existed. I wanted to let Wesley run free and block Destiny’s number. I wanted to take back the words I’d told him last night. I’d allowed myself to be swept up into him, just like I had been in high school, and now my heart was breaking.
Just like it had in high school.
Guess some things don’t change, after all.
I lay in bed and groaned as flashbacks of my dream came pummeling through my mind. All night long, I saw Wesley’s beautiful eyes. All night long, he devoured every inch of my body. His tongue had been down my neck, along my back, and between my legs. His tongue had drunk me down before pulling more juices from between my legs. His hands had roamed my body, massaging my tits and cupping my ass while he pulled my hips closer to his mouth.
I could feel my tits puckering as I thought about it, despite the night they’d had last night. Wesley had interjected himself into every part of my life. He’d peppered my neck with kisses and slid his arms around my waist. He’d slammed his hips against mine and pressed me into surfaces I’d never be able to get out of my mind. He’d shown me what it felt like to truly feel beautiful in the arms of a man, and as my hand slid down my stomach, I could feel my pussy already leaking down my slit.
I could still feel his hands roaming my thighs. I could still feel his lips against mine. My body flushed with wanton lust for him, ignoring the previous night and hooking my memory onto his lips.
Onto the loving man in my dreams.
My fingers parted my pussy folds before they began to roam. I squirmed underneath the sheets, his name whispering from my lips as my hips began to buck. In my mind, I conjured our first night together and all the positions he took me in. I remembered how cool the dusty wall was against my back as he filled me to the brim. I remembered how his dick pushed apart my swollen walls as I sat down onto his lap. I shivered at the memory of how his dick felt pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot come as he marked my body.
My free hand came up to tweak my nipples, pulling moans and groans from my body just as my fingers began circling my clit.
“Fuck, Wes. Yes.”
My body hummed for him. I wanted him there with me. I wanted his fingertips to be the ones between my legs. I dug my heels into my mattress and thrust my hips in the air while simultaneously thinking about how he pinned me down on the beach. My head dug into my pillow while my clit began to swell underneath my skin, and the words I desperately wanted to hear fall from his lips last night fell to the forefront of my mind.
“I love you, too, Olive.”
Tears lined my eyes as my fingers continued to work. My fluids coated my hand as they dripped onto my bedspread, while my chest began to heave for air. I could feel his lips everywhere. Around my nipples. Down my stomach. Biting into my hips. Marking the insides of my thighs. I felt his hands running down my back, tracing the outline of my spine before he slid himself into me from behind. I could feel his hips snapping against my ass, jiggling my body for his viewing pleasure as my fingers picked up the pace.
“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”
My head was spinning, and my legs were trembling. I could feel his fingertips in the meat of my thighs as I imagined my fingers to be his tongue. My pelvis burned for him, and my toes curled into the sheets, and suddenly, stars burst behind my eyelids as I fell to the bed in a heap of sweating pleasure.
I pressed my fingers into my swollen clit as my body jolted with my orgasm. Wesley’s name fell from my lips as my tits bounced with joy, my head pressing deep into my pillow. My wrist was beginning to cramp, and my toes were growing sore, and by the time my orgasm was finally done, tears were streaming down the sides of my face.
Because when I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw nothing.
No one.
I was alone.
I peeled myself from the bed and made my way to the shower. I didn’t bother to turn on the light because I didn’t want to see what I looked like in the mirror. I didn’t want to catch a glimpse of the woman who’d fallen from cloud nine and cracked her skull on the pavement. I didn’t want to see the flushed chest I could feel burning when I knew Wesley wasn’t there.
He’d never be there again, and I’d ruined that.
What did I do?
I reached into the shower and turned it on before I climbed in. I allowed myself to be overwhelmed by the hot water as it cascaded down my body, my tears interming
ling with the spray as it poured down my curves. Trails of water fell from my nipples as my hair streaked down my back, and it wasn’t until I closed my eyes that I allowed the words to actually fall from my lips again.
“I love you, Wes.”
I leaned against the shower as memories continued to flood my system. Memories of how his cock felt between my lips. How it pulsed when I ran my tongue around its head. I thought back to high school and how it had filled me then, too. How beautiful it would’ve felt to have lost my virginity to him instead of to some bullshit college frat boy when I was drunk. I thought about how his fingers felt inside of me. How his cock pressed against every single part of me at the same time, igniting my skin with enough electricity to power an entire state.
I thought about how wonderful it felt to wrap my fingertips in his hair while his body slid down mine. I thought about all the positions I hadn’t yet had him in, like bent over the bed or him jamming his cock in my ass. I thought about the vibrator I could’ve bought to fill me at the same time, while he claimed my ass as his own, and throughout all this, I could feel my clit pulsing with delight.
My ass slid to the floor of the shower as I orgasmed without my touch. The memory of Wesley was so strong and the desire for him was so great that my entire body caved to him without his touch. Without his kiss or his tongue, or even his cock to run against my leg, my body was willing to fall apart simply by thinking about him.
Then, when my body was done giving itself over to his memory once again, I tucked my legs up against my chest and cried.
Chapter 23
Wesley
I woke with a start as sweat dripped down the sides of my face. My cock was aching, that much I knew for sure, and I groaned when I tried to shift. I threw the covers off my pelvis and saw the tip of my dick leaking onto my sheets. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my body as the dream came flooding back to my mind.
Olivia and I were on the beach. The ocean was licking at our toes while my tongue dove into her depths. Her body undulated into my face, coating my cheeks with her silken fluids. My hands were pressed into her thighs, wrapping around them and pulling her closer and closer to my body. I licked my lips as my cock jumped at her memory, even though anger pooled in my chest. I fell asleep last night angry. Hurting. Damaged.
And still, Olivia took up every ounce of my thoughts.
I wrapped my hand around my aching dick and slowly began to pump. I swiped my thumb over the tip, my balls hanging low with want as I thought about Olivia’s curves. I puckered my lips just like I would as I envisioned her nipples between my teeth. I could feel her skin against mine. The way she wrapped her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. I imagined her fingertips clawing into my chest as she rode my fat cock, her hips slamming down onto me.
But there was a detail of the dream that had me smiling. One detail that was different from that night on the ocean.
People were cheering us on.
They were clapping and rooting for me as I thrust deep into her. People called out my name and were crying for her to come, like they’d somehow had a bet on how long she would last. I could feel her pussy clamping around me, pulling my body closer as people began to scream for us to keep going.
Then, I dipped my lips to hers just as her body came undone.
The idea of people watching us made my body shiver. The idea of other people seeing exactly what I could do to her put a smile on my face. People clapped for her and cheered her on when she rolled me over, shivering in her orgasm as she tried to take her lead back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as women whooped and hollered for her, riding my dick off into the sunset while her ass cheeks slammed down onto my hips.
What I wouldn’t have given to have taken that luscious, plump ass of hers.
My hand squeezed my massive cock as my balls curled up into my body. The cheers of the crowd roared in my ears as Olivia’s breaths panted upon my neck. I shivered at the thought of thrusting my cock back down her throat, forcing her to clean her juices off me as I wrapped my fingers in her hair.
I could feel her soft tendrils slipping down my stomach, and my hips rose off the bed.
“Fuck. Yes. They’re cheering for you, Olivia. Keep going. Show them what you do to me.”
I thrust into my hand as my balls pulled farther and farther into my body. I could feel the warmth of her juices dripping down my legs as everyone chanted my name. I could feel myself trembling in her wake as they chanted for her to keep going. Her body jiggled, and her tits smacked against me. I raised up to bury my face into them, wiggling my tongue around just so I could coat more of her body in me.
I wanted to own her. Every single part of her. Just so the crowd knew that they could watch but never have. Gaze upon but never touch. Dream about but never have.
I imagined spilling myself into her as my hand tightened around my cock. I imagined that it was her pussy, sucking me deeper into the warmth and comfort of her body just before she collapsed on top of me. I thought about how I would wrap my arms around her and keep her safe, my cock splattering her walls with my come as it shot up onto my stomach.
And then, those words she uttered last night slowly wafted around in the back of my mind.
“I love you, Wes.”
My entire body came alive, and a smile spread across my cheeks. Sweat beaded and ran around my neck while my own come pooled in the crevices of my abs. I reveled in her voice, seeing her smiling face as she chanted that beautiful phrase to me.
But soon, her face devolved into the defeated, crying woman she had been last night.
I reached over and grabbed a few tissues from my nightstand before I wiped up my mess. I tossed them into the corner, swinging my legs around the bed, and I grasped my head as I tried to rid myself of her voice. My entire body was trembling with the force of my orgasm, and I felt myself grow angry again.
Even with the betrayal she had enacted, my body still yielded to her in ways I couldn’t even imagine.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and made the mistake of flipping on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and snickered at what I saw. I had massive bags underneath my eyes from where sleep should have settled on my face. My eyes were bloodshot, and my hair was mussed, but I noted the distinct lack of marks on my body. The thing I adored about Olivia was that she enjoyed the risk of it all. Almost getting caught on the beach, sleeping with me when she was conning me, having rampant sex in the old, broken down shack on the property I owned. I could even feel the way she almost gave into me in the back room at the cabana.
She loved the risk, and I liked taking it with her.
But now, there were no marks on my body. No crescent fingernail bruises from where she clamped down onto my skin. No bite marks from where she had lost control of her senses. No nail marks raking down my back or pressure marks from her fingertips.
There was nothing on my body to even boast of the fact that she had been there, and it made me angrier. It made me angry that I still wanted to see them. It made me angry that I still wanted to have her. If she was here, I’d carry her into the shower and have my way with her all over again. I’d remove the showerhead and place it between her legs, then force her to keep her eyes open while I watched her orgasm roll over her face. I’d bury my dick deep into her pussy while the water assaulted her clit, and I’d revel in how her body jumped as she begged for mercy.
I could already feel the claw marks she would leave behind on my thighs, and I got so angry with myself that I brushed my hands along my counter and knocked everything to the ground.
“Fuck!”
Raking my hands through my hair, I leaned against the edge of the bathroom sink. My things were rolling around on the floor, bursting into pieces while my colognes and gels splattered against the tiles. I ran my hands down my face, breathing deep to try and conjure any leftover scent of her that might be on the tips of my fingers.
I was a drug addict without my drug, and it
brought tears to my eyes.
“What the hell’s happening to me?” I whispered.
I figured if I took a shower, I’d feel better. I just needed to get my mind off all this shit. I needed to go find myself another decent slice of pussy or maybe find another woman to con. Only, that thought didn’t hold the same appeal it had before Olivia appeared back in my life. But I needed to get my control back after it had been ripped from me by a woman I never thought I’d see again.
“Olivia,” I whispered.
I reached in and started the shower, making it as cold as I could. Even if it was only her name, the mere idea of her was already making my cock twitch back to life. She’d pulled me in and was relentless in letting me go, even though she wasn’t even here. Even though I told her to leave and never come back. Even though I knew she could have me arrested, I still wanted to touch her.
To feel her.
To taste her.
To invade her.
I wanted to put her on display for my eyes alone until I came in every part of her body. I wanted to fold her in half and pin her to the wall until I fucked her senseless. I wanted to tie her to the bed and deny her orgasm after orgasm until I’d covered her body with my own fluids and she was begging for mercy.
