Dick (16 page)

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 lifted himself from me, 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.

He began to moan. The pace of his thrusts increased slightly, ever so gently forcing more and more cock into my mouth. Having the tip deep in my throat turned me on terribly, and I, too, began to moan against the flesh of his swollen shaft.

I felt a fingertip against my asshole. In anticipation of him entering me, I began to suck his cock wildly. He pushed his fingers deep within my pussy and curled the tips of them against my g-spot.

Something I had tried to find with little luck, he had found without instruction.

His fingertips tickled the sensitive flesh, sending a wave of ecstasy through me. I reached up, gripped his tight ass in my hands, and forced his cock deep into my throat.

His finger penetrated my ass.

Dear God.

He sucked and licked my clit while his fingers fucked my ass and pussy at the same time. In and out his fingers worked me into a puddle of emotion while he nibbled and sucked my love button with precision.

I felt myself quickly racing to climax.

I thrust my hips up from the mattress over and over, fucking against his face. The sound of him sucking my pussy alone was enough to bring me to orgasm, but his fingers made it so much more enjoyable.

My body shuddered in orgasm and I groaned against his cock, burying it deep in my throat. I needed a breath of air desperately, but at that moment I would have rather died than stopped short of satisfying him.

Another orgasm shot through me deeply, causing my muscles to contract. I pulled down on his ass, forcing the last inch of his manhood into my mouth.

He let out a groan, his hips made two or three short thrusts, and his warmth filled my throat.

Eagerly, I swallowed him completely, satisfied that I had pleased him.

I relaxed into the mattress. He rolled to the side. A soft moan escaped his lungs.

And, side-by-side, we fell asleep.

***

The feeling of being kissed washed over me and I felt a heavy weight pressing down on me.

I opened my eyes.

Dick was on top of me, and the room was lit only by the little bit of moonlight that shone in through the windows. I returned the kiss eagerly, desiring more. I wanted what we had before, earlier in the night.

Soon, I got exactly what I wished for.

After the passing of another magical moment, I was lost in a state of bliss. I continued to kiss him, grateful he was able to make me feel so special with nothing more than a simple kiss.

His hand fumbled between us. I felt pressure against my throbbing pussy.

Oh fuck.

My eyes went wide as his length slowly pushed into me fully. Being stuffed with ten inches of cock all at once was a feeling in itself, and I never wanted the experience of the first thrust to end.

The kissing continued and the fucking began.

Our mouths parted.

Between his thrusts, I expressed my satisfaction. “Your. Cock. Feels so. Good.”

“It’s your tight pussy,” he assured me.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he fucked me deeply. I wanted to feel his body against mine, smell his scent, feel his skin, and listen to him breathe. I got all of that, and more, one thrust at a time.

My hands worked my way up and down his body until they came to rest against the cheeks of his ass.

With his muscular butt in my grip, I became the driving force behind his thrusts. Pulling against his flesh, I timed them perfectly, hiking my feet high into the air and spreading my legs as wide as I was able.

I wanted all of him that he was able to give.

His balls slapped against the sensitive skin between my butt cheeks, driving me wild in anticipation of each penetration. I wrapped my legs over his shoulders, and relished in the sight of the shadows the moonlight created along his muscular silhouette. 

I wanted him in my ass, but didn’t dare ask. I was sober, and I didn’t want him to think lesser of me.

He reached beside the bed as he continued to fuck me, seeming to be fumbling for something. In a few seconds, I felt his hand along my thigh, and then a cold wet substance on my ass.

Oh God.

Please.

He slowly withdrew his cock from inside me.

He stroked his cock with the lube, driving me insane with anticipation. His finger first, and after a few preparatory strokes, his cock pressed into me slowly.

I closed my eyes.

I needed nothing but a few strokes to satisfy me completely.

What he gave me was so much more.

He pushed each of his thumbs into my pussy, and his cock deep into my ass. With his hands, he thumb-fucked me, the web of his hands pummeling my clit with each stroke of his digits.

At the same time, he fucked my ass like it was the last time he was going to have a chance.

I would have guessed ten inches of cock deep in my ass would have killed me, but it was nothing short of perfect. I focused on the shadows cast on his perfect physique, alternating to his handsome face as he fucked my ass like a man possessed.

I have no idea how much time passed, but whatever the length, I was in ecstasy the entire time.

My clit began to tingle. What felt like an electric shock danced between my pussy and my ass with each stroke of his manhood.

My satisfaction came to a head, and I felt myself begin to explode. “I’m going to come. Hard.”

I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus on the feeling of his cock deep in my ass, but instead found myself incapable of focusing on anything but my love for Dick.

Everything slipped away from my mental grasp.

My muscles tensed, loosened, and tensed again. Confused, I opened my eyes.

His back arched, and his breathing became choppy. I watched the muscles in his chest and arms become tense.

The warmth of his cum filled me, and as soon as I felt it within me, I burst out in an orgasm of my own, crying out into the silent room for nothing more than to provide him with an assurance that he was wholly and completely the man of my dreams.

His upper body came to rest on my chest, and once again our lips pressed to one another. Passionately, we kissed for some time.

When he pulled his mouth from mine, I returned his passionate look, wanting to say something to give what we shared a label, recognition, something…

“Jess, I love you,” he said.

My lip began to quiver. I raised my index finger, knowing an immediate response was impossible. Tears were welling in my eyes and I was busy processing what he had said. A tear rolled down my cheek.

The moment I had waited a lifetime for was well upon me. My lips parted. “I love you, too. But please, be gentle with my heart.”

“I will,” he assured me with a nod. “Because you’re all I have.”

And I began to softly cry.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Dick

JESS
and I sat on my back deck enjoying the sun and eating lunch. Seton was on his way over, and I was anxious to learn what he had found out regarding the people I assumed were business associates, but was afraid had all turned snitch.

After hearing his car in the drive, I sent him a text message.

Come around through the yard. Leopard hates men.

I chuckled a laugh at the thought of the leopard warming up to Jess and not allowing me within twenty feet of it.

“What?” Jess asked.

“Your cat,” I said.

“She loves me.”

I shook my head. “Hates me.”

Seton came around the corner of the house. “Lunch in the sun?”

Jess raised her half-eaten sandwich. “Hungry?”

“Just ate, thank you.”

Anxious, I turned toward him. “So, what’d you learn.”

“A considerable amount, actually. Some of which I know, some I’ve assumed.”

“Tell me what you know.”

He removed a folded sheet of paper from his jacket. “Well, Drake Allen Shuck was detained, questioned, and scared shitless to the point that he turned confidential informant on a state level. Bartholomew Bright, no middle initial or name, was charged with possession of stolen diamonds, and he turned confidential informant for the federal government. Bartholomew, in an effort to minimize his exposure to prison time, set up William James Patterson, aka Fat Willie, up on a reverse sting.”

“Holy crap, I knew that fat fuck was a cop,” Jess said excitedly.

Seton nodded. “Well, he is.”

“I can’t believe this shit; my entire support system has gone snitch. So, who busted me in the head and took the diamond?” I asked.

“Well, based on what I know, this is what seems to have happened,” Seton said. “Your jeweler is on the up and up from what I can see. It seems somehow, by happenstance or because he simply followed you, Duc took your diamond at the jeweler’s. He then met with Drake regarding the stone, which was made a matter of record in Drake’s case. Drake then set Duc up on a sale to the feds, which was their hope and intention the entire time. They were after him, and didn’t want to get him on the purchase, but the sale of the stone. The courts prefer to prosecute sales over purchases. A bargain purchase is often lost in court due to either entrapment or the deal simply being so good it lures the otherwise law-abiding citizen to break the law. Sales, on the other hand are a slam dunk.”

“So Duc smacked me, took the stone, and then what?” I asked.

“Duc Nguyen sold it to the federal agents. This I know. So, it stands to reason he is the one who smacked you. At any rate, the feds went to your jeweler, and said if anyone came around asking about buying said stone – or anything of the kind – to give them a call. They not only went to your jeweler; they went to all jewelers who deal with diamonds on a large scale.”

“Interesting.”

“So, why bust Jess? A law-abiding woman?”

“Well, here’s the thing with the feds. They couldn’t give a shit who they bust or how. All they want is a statistic. And, feds don’t play by any rules, so when they went to the jewelers. They had the man with the mustache – Special Agent Whitmire – act as a man who had a stone for sale. They didn’t make it known that they were federal agents. It’s not uncommon. They’re a shitty bunch to deal with.”

“So she was just a fall guy? Or fall girl in this instance?”

He folded the paper and put it back in his pocket. “That is correct.”

“Those fuckers.”

“Another tidbit for you. The Ferrari’s VIN was checked when it was parked, probably while you were in the bar, and it came up as stolen. They opted to wait and see if it was going to be used in the heist. When you pulled in front of the bar, they were certain you were the actual buyer. They had hopes of busting you, but they didn’t know who
you
were, as the car is not registered to you. When you slipped away, you became somewhat of a ghost. They questioned the previous owner of the car, and he said nothing. Seems he was scared.”

“My favorite car is stolen?” Jess screeched.

“Long story,” I said.

She chuckled. “No wonder they were chasing us.”

“He should be scared,” I said. “Fucker owes me three hundred k.”

Seton alternated glances between us. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said. “So, mystery solved. But, I’ve got to find another fence, more buyers, and, well, everyone. This will make my job a little tougher.”

“I’ve got to get,” Seton said. “Headed out to Vegas tonight.”

“Don’t you dare gamble that money away, you idiot,” I warned.

He stood up. “I’ve got a win coming, I can feel it.”

“Bye Seton,” Jess said with a wave.

“See ya, kid.”

I nodded. “Seton.”

“See ya, Dick.”

“So what now?” Jess asked.

“Well, I said. I’ve got a diamond to sell. And it looks like I need to find a new crew. Fuck, who can you trust? That’s what I want to know. Who the fuck can I trust?”

Jess shrugged. “Nobody but me and Seton.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” I agreed.

And I knew, deep down inside, that she was right.

***

“What’s
the zero to sixty time?” I asked.

The salesman shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not fucking sure? It’s published somewhere, isn’t it? It’s performance data. This is a performance car, right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well?”

“I don’t know that we provide those numbers. It promotes speeding and street racing.”

I shook my head in sheer disgust. “It promotes sales. The car has almost five hundred horsepower. It weights three thousand pounds. What the fuck else is someone going to do with it?”

He shoved his hands into his pants pockets, pursed his lips, and shrugged.

The political correctness of society aggravated me.

“Get the keys to this little fucker, I want to drive it.”

“Let me get them,” he said.

I opened the door and looked inside while he was walking away. The red leather interior was a great compliment to the white exterior. Similar to the Ferrari, it had paddle shifters and no clutch pedal. My guess was that it would be pretty fun to drive.

I realized I loved Jess, and I wanted her to know how I felt about her. Buying her flowers, a card, or some other dumb shit just seemed stupid. She had a shitty car, a crappy job, and only $50 extra bucks a week, so devised a little plan to resolve her woes and help me at the same time. The first part of the plan involved getting her a car.

The way she enjoyed the day we ran from the cops told me a performance model would make her happier than anything else.

“Here you go.” He pressed the button, unlocked the doors, and handed me the keys.

I opened the door. He did the same. “I don’t need a chauffeur,” I said. 

“Policy.”

I started the car, listened to the drone of the exhaust, and grinned. It sounded healthy. We both secured our seatbelts and I pulled out of the lot and onto the street.

“If you take this back to 183, you can go down to…”

“I’m not going to 183, I’m going to go up McNeil to Parmer,” I said.

He scowled. “We have a preferred route.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? A preferred route? I’m the one buying this motherfucker, I’ll drive it where the fuck I want.”

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and made a call. “We’re taking an alternate route. McNeil to Parmer.”

“What the fuck? You had to call that in?”

He shrugged. “It’s policy.”

I pulled up to the traffic light and stopped as it switched to yellow. A new Dodge Challenger R/T pulled to the light beside me. Unlike the BMW M4, the Dodge’s exhaust rumbled, the car shook, and it was obviously a performance car.

I glanced at the driver of the Dodge. He met my gaze. I nodded toward the light. He nodded in response.

“Don’t you dare…”

The light turned green, and I stomped the gas.

The car lunged forward and the engine revved, leaving the Dodge a few feet behind. The tachometer quickly rose to the 7,500 rpm redline, and I tapped the paddle shifter.

The Dodge slowly crept to my side.

Once again, the redline, and another quick shift.

The salesman screamed like a little girl as the BMW climbed to 100 miles an hour. “You can’t do this…”

“Shut up. I
am
doing it.”

The redline again, another gear, and we shot onto the highway at 125 miles an hour. The Dodge was twenty feet behind us.

I maneuvered around the 70 mile-an-hour traffic, swerving in and out of lanes. The car quickly reached 155 miles an hour, at which point it stopped increasing speed like it had hit a brick wall.

I looked in the rearview mirror. The Dodge was nowhere in sight. “What the fuck? This thing hit a wall at 155?”

He fought to catch his breath as I slowed down to 80. “The U.S. models are electronically limited.”

“Can you remove it?” I asked.

He inhaled a deep breath. “What?”

“The fucking limiter?”

“We can, but it’ll cost you.”

“The girl I’m buying this for will want it removed. If you can remove it, I’ll take it.”

He coughed out a laugh. “This car isn’t a car for a
girl
.”

“Well. This isn’t a typical girl,” I said.

“She better not be,” he said. “Not with
this
.”

“She’s not,” I assured him. “Not even close.”