S is for SEX

  “Okay,” Jess said.

  “But I wasn’t. I looked in the case to see what I was delivering, and it was a huge fucking diamond. $3,000,000 worth of diamond. And Drake said he was selling it for a $1,000,000. So, I came home, got $1,000,000, kept the diamond, and gave my money to Drake. Unless he heard otherwise, he’d assume the money came from Duc.”

  I’d picked Jess up from work and we were sitting in my living room going over my plan. She sat on the couch across from me, and I sat beside the clothes I’d purchased for her on the loveseat. It seemed strange trusting her – because I trusted no one – but after her performance during the car chase with the cops, trusting her seemed to come pretty easy.

  Her eyes widened. “Duc’s the guy from the noodle place? With Drake?”

  I nodded. “That’s him.”

  “This is so exciting.”

  “I’m not done yet.”

  “Sorry.”

  “So, I took the diamond to a buyer. There’s only a few guys in town that’ll buy a stone like that, and I took it to one who I’ve dealt with in the past. He offered me $3,000,000, which would make me $2,000,000 profit. He needed a few days to get the money from investors, so I took the stone and left. On my way to the car…”

  I pointed to the gash on the top of my head. “Some fucker smacked me. When I woke up, no diamond.”

  “No honor amongst thieves,” she said.

  “Exactly.”

  “So what were you going to do when Duc said he never got it. That you didn’t deliver it?”

  “He’d tell Drake. Drake would call me, and I’d tell him that one of Duc’s crew paid me for it. The phone call I made to him from Chinatown with all the gooks chatting in the background would support it.”

  She looked confused. “But then they’d just say they didn’t get it. That you were lying.”

  “And I’d say they did. Drake would believe me. And Duc would question his guys because he doesn’t trust anyone. It’d start a war within his little crew, and I hate that fucker.”

  “Wouldn’t Drake just assume you did what you did?”

  I shook my head. “No one thinks I’ve got that kind of liquid cash.”

  “It’s crazy that you do.”

  I shrugged. “Gotta have money to make money.”

  “So, now what?”

  I raised my index finger. “I’m getting to that. What do you know about diamonds?”

  She spread her fingers apart and turned the backs of her hands toward me. “Do I look like I know anything about diamonds?”

  “I’ll give you a quick lesson in a minute. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to get dressed up and become a rich single widow. You’re going to be 30, and your husband, who was 50, died last year of a heart attack. Now, a year later, your diamond ring was misplaced and then stolen while you were getting a massage. When you got home and realized you didn’t have it, you called the parlor, and it wasn’t there. Whatever. Make something up. But you’re looking for a replacement ring. Your husband was some oil tycoon, and money’s no object. All you really care about is the size. And you want a big one.”

  “So who am I buying this diamond from? Not Duc?” she asked.

  “No. You’re going to the jeweler who I tried to sell it to. Anyone around here who wants to turn that thing to cash will go to him. He’ll know where it is, or he should. But if Duc has it, the jeweler won’t tell me. But he’ll get ahold of it for you.”

  “This is so exciting. I gotta pee.”

  I chuckled. “You know where it is.”

  While she walked away, I admired the dress I purchased. Jess always looked good, but she was going to look great wearing everything I had picked out for her. As she walked back into the room I acted disinterested in the clothes and sat down.

  She plopped down on the couch and chuckled. “Okay. Where we left off. I want a big one. How ironic is that?”

  “Stop it,” I said.

  She let out a sigh. “Okay,” she said innocently.

  “So, when it comes to diamonds, there are a few things that are important. The four C’s. Color, cut, clarity, and carat weight. Color is just that, the color of the diamond. They range from black to colorless. Cut is the manner in which the stone is cut. The depth, width, how the facets align with everything. How it reflects light. Clarity is how clear the diamond is of flaws. It could be a great color, and have specs of carbon in it, making its clarity a poor grade. And carat weight is the size. Following me so far?”

  “Color, cut, clarity, carat weight,” she said.

  “Impressive.”

  “I’m a good listener.”

  “If you go in this place and ask for exactly what I’m looking for, it’s going to look pretty obvious. What I had was a flawless ten carat round colorless stone. You’re going to say yours was a six-carat cushion cut, which is a square cut with the corners cut off. And you know your husband told you it was flawless and he got it in Houston, not here. If you say he bought it here, he’ll ask too many questions.”

  “I can do this.”

  “I know you can. We’ll go over it some more, just so you’re comfortable. Hopefully, if you press him hard enough, he’ll offer the other stone up for sale. Just remember, price is no object.”

  “Okay.”

  “Now, the clothes. I bought a dress, shoes, and I have some jewelry for you to wear. And when you go, you’ll take the Maserati.”

  “What’s a Maserati?”

  I laughed. “It’s a car. An expensive car.”

  “Did you get the bra? The Bombshell?”

  “Actually, I got a few of them. I wasn’t sure about which color to get.”

  “Sweet.”

  I stood up and motioned toward the clothes. “So, you’re going to need to take this stuff and try it on.”

  “I’ll just try them on here,” she said.

  She stood and quickly pulled her tee shirt over her head. After tossing her shoes to the side, she pushed her shorts down her tanned legs and kicked them to the side. Now standing in front of me in her bra and panties, she looked remarkably young and innocent.

  Yet she was neither.

  She reached back, unclasped her bra, and allowed it to fall down along her arms. As it dropped to the floor, I felt myself growing stiff.

  “We haven’t got time for this,” I said. “You need to be there no later than 6:00. It’s 5:30 now.”

  She pressed her thumbs under the sides of her panties. “No time for what?”

  I pushed the heel of my palm against my cock, attempting to situate it in my slacks. “For you fucking with me.”

  She pushed her panties down along her thighs, making eye contact with me the entire time.

  Her little charade worked. I was pitching a tent in my slacks. “We haven’t got time, Jess,” I said sternly.

  She lifted her panties with her toe, extended her leg to the side, and flicked them on top of the pile of clothes. “Okay.”

  Completely naked, she walked toward me, carefully placing one foot directly in front of the other as if she were walking down a runway in a fashion show.

  “Did you get me any panties?”

  I shook my head.

  “Shame,” she said. “I’ll have to go commando. I hope he doesn’t get a glimpse of my cooter.”

  She stopped a few feet from me, turned around completely, and bend at the waist. Hovering over the pile of clothes with her ass pointed directly at my face, she admired the dress.

  “This is pretty.”

  I stared at her pussy. I pressed my tongue against the roof of my dry mouth and fought to swallow. “Uh huh.”

  “It’s so soft and smooth.”

  Although she couldn’t see me, I nodded in agreement.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “I like how it feels when I touch it.”

  I twisted to the side and pressed down against my stiff cock. “You little bitch. Do you think you can manipulate me into giving you some dick?”

  She s
traightened her posture and turned to face me. “All this talk about stealing and trying to get the diamond back made my little pussy wet.” She reached down, cupped her hand against her crotch, and curled her middle finger upward.

  “It just slipped right in there. Did you see that?” She raised her free hand to her mouth and covered it, feigning innocent shock.

  If her ability to act when she was in front of the jeweler was no better than what I was seeing, I’d never find out where my diamond was.

  I knew there was no time for sex, but my stiff dick didn’t seem to care about my schedule. “Get dressed.” I snapped.

  “Fine,” she said. “Maybe I’ll get that jeweler guy to give me some dick.”

  I glared at her. “The fuck you will.”

  She picked up the dress. “I’m dripping wet. I don’t want it, I need it. I bet if I ask him really nice, he’d take me in the back and give me some. I might even find out where your diamond is.”

  The thought of it infuriated me. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pushed them to mid-thigh.

  “If there’s going to be any dick given to you, it comes from me. Understand?” I snarled.

  A shocked look washed over her and she swallowed heavily. “Now? Or, uhhm, always?”

  “Until I say differently,” I said. “Now, bend the fuck over.”

  She pressed her bare chest onto the loveseat. I gripped my cock in my hand, and with my slacks around my thighs, stumbled toward her.

  I stood behind her for a moment, admiring her. The late-evening sun came through the large windows on the western wall, and provided natural lighting for the entire room. Seeing her bent over and ready to give herself to me sexually was a beautiful sight. Her skin seemed to have more radiance, a deeper color – a certain glow I had yet to notice.

  Astonished at what was before me, I stood in complete awe and stared.

  Something had changed.

  I shook my head and guided my stiff cock into her tight warmth. It felt heavenly to be inside of her; her tight pussy clenching me like a vise. I closed my eyes and sighed quietly as each stiff inch of my cock slipped inside.

  She moaned in pleasure. I pushed my hips against her rounded butt cheeks, burying myself as deep within her as I possibly could. With my balls against her clit, and the head of my dick bottomed out deep in her vaginal walls, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her ear.

  “Until further notice, this little pussy of yours is mine. No one else’s. Mine.”

  “Ohh…Kay,” she breathed.

  I lifted my mouth from her ear, pulled my cock halfway out, and shoved it back inside of her completely.

  “Say it!”

  “Uhhm.” She grunted. “Yours.”

  “Each time it bottoms out, Jess. Each time. Tell me whose little pussy this is.”

  I pulled out, closed my eyes, and slowly slid myself in until I hit bottom.

  “Yours,” she bellowed.

  I cleared my throat. “My what?”

  “Your pussy.”

  I had no idea if there was a heaven, and if there was I doubted I was going to receive a formal invitation to reside there when my life was over.

  But if there was a heaven on earth, there was no doubt I had found it. And I was ten inches deep in it.

  I gripped her waist in my hands, gazed down, and followed the curve of her back until my eyes were fixed on her little round ass.

  I inhaled a deep breath and began to pound my way into her long-term memory.

  “Your pussy.”

  “Your…pussy.”

  I watched my long thick shaft slide in and out of her tightness with each stroke. Seeing it disappear deep inside of her was a satisfying sight.

  “Your. Fucking. Pussy.”

  “Your pussy.”

  “Your…Oh fuck.”

  “Yes. Fuck it. It’s yours. Oh...”

  The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the silent space between her screams. I felt my balls tighten.

  “Your pussy.”

  I continued to fuck her without reservation.

  I stared down at her in wonder of what I had done in my life to be so deserving. I decided it was a fluke. A mistake. An accident. Some strange coincidence that brought us together, and eventually she would be taken from me.

  Because I wasn’t worthy of such beauty.

  “Your fucking pussy,” she grunted.

  I could feel myself reaching climax. I reached around her waist with the intention of fingering her clit, only to find her hand between her legs doing just that. I wiped my index finger alongside her cock-filled pussy and soaked it with her juices.

  She seemed to enjoy ass play, so I pushed my finger into her tight ass.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she wailed. “That’s yours too.”

  I felt her pussy contract. In response, I buried myself deep while I fingered her ass gently. Together, we reached climax. My balls felt like they exploded, and my mind went along with them, leaving me standing there a mindless vessel filled with emotion.

  At that moment, my only concern was that she was happy. Nothing else mattered. Not diamonds. Or money. Not even Asian drug lords.

  Yet.

  I knew there was no way I could share with her how I felt.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  Jess

  WE rolled around on the bed naked, wrapped in each other’s arms. The mood was different. We were kissing and playing around like high school kids. It was nice. For the first time since we started having sex, I was sober; so it may have been the lack of alcohol that brought on the change, but I really doubted it. Something, I was sure, had changed.

  I couldn’t decide if the change was within me, in Dick, or of was a little of both.

  Whatever the case, I liked it.

  A lot.

  He pinned me on my back, kissed along my upper arm, and eventually reached my neck. Goosebumps rose along my legs while he kissed up my neck until his mouth was against my ear.

  I felt his cock pressing the inside of my thigh.

  Strangely, I didn’t want it.

  At least not in me.

  Not yet.

  I reached down and gripped it loosely in my hand and began to stroke it until it was firm. With his naked body pressed against mine, I felt like we were preparing to make love. Making love was something I wasn’t sure that I’d ever really done, and I had mentally set it aside as something that might happen when I was married, and not before.

  Most of my sexual escapades had been while drunk, and never lasted for any length of time – generally until I had an orgasm or two – and not any longer.

  I closed my eyes and relaxed while he continued to kiss and caress me. I felt special. I felt wanted.

  I was filled with emotion.

  His body seemed to fit against mine like it belonged in the place he had chosen to lay. His hip was against mine, his chest on my shoulder, and his leg bent at the knee, resting on my thigh. I felt comfortable, and had no desire to move in an effort to get comfortable.

  I was comfortable.

  I allowed myself to get lost in what I was feeling.

  I continued to softly stroke his cock, but he seemed to care not. His hand massaged my breasts while he continued to kiss from my neck to my jaw.

  “I want to suck your cock so bad, but my knees--” I whispered.

  He lifted his head.

  I opened my eyes. Instantly, I was lost. He wasn’t the asshole I met in the alley. He wasn’t the criminal who masterminded the diamond heist. He was a man that I had fallen in love with, and at that moment, I realized I wouldn’t settle for anything short of admitting that I loved him.

  I love you.

  His mouth met mine. We embraced in a kiss. As many times as we had fucked before that night, we had never kissed, and I had no real idea what I was missing until his tongue began to lightly dance with mine.

  Chills ran along my spine.

  I began to rub my hands all over his naked body, searching for
the perfect place to grab, to hold, to grip, only to realize there was no perfect spot, only the perfect man.

  And he was mine.

  At least for the moment.

  The kiss satisfied me as completely as anything I had ever experienced. My hands eventually came to rest, my fingertips pressed into the muscular flesh of his back. His hands held my face lightly as we continued with the kiss until we could kiss no more.

  He gazed into my eyes.

  I tingled from head-to-toe.

  Without explanation or any spoken word, he turned and positioned himself beside me with his head close to my thighs and his hips beside my shoulder. Flat on my back, I stared up at the ceiling and wondered.

  Mentally ill-prepared for the emotion and euphoria I was feeling, I gulped a choppy breath. I wanted to speak, to say something, to tell him how I felt, how he made me feel, and how deeply I enjoyed what we were doing.

  But I was afraid.

  I didn’t want to change anything.

  I opted to keep my mouth shut, and for some reason, he did too. Maybe, I guessed, he felt no differently than I did, and didn’t want it to end.

  He lifted his hips and began to climb on top of me, lifting his cock above my face. I craned my neck and encompassed the head of his dick in my mouth, lightly sucking against the soft flesh as he lowered himself onto me.

  A jolt ran through me as his tongue flicked against my clit.

  Oh. My. God.

  The thought of sucking his cock while he licked my pussy was beyond exciting. I imagined it being a contest, each of us attempting to either match the other’s oral sexual performance or exceed it, and all of it would happen in unison.

  Like synchronized swimmers, executing each movement perfectly in time with each other.

  I eagerly took him into my mouth.

  He slid a finger into my wetness.

  I began to work my mouth up and down the shaft while his hips began to softly buck in perfect time with my movements.

  His finger worked in and out of my wet slit, and at the same time, his mouth kissed and sucked my swollen nub. I raised my ass from the bed and pressed my pussy against his mouth.

  A tingling sensation ran from my nipples to my clit, and returned – repeatedly.

  He inserted another finger. In response, I took more of him into my mouth.