Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (18 page)

When they were in the dark isolated parking lot, Wes pinned Lola’s body against the door of the SUV. Grinding his hips against her, he said, “God, the things I’m going to do to you. The things you make me want to do. I hope you are ready, because I’m going to open your eyes to things you didn’t even know your body could do and feel.” He stopped his flow of words by sliding his tongue into her mouth. There was nothing kind or sweet about this kiss. It was completely devouring. He absorbed her taste and mesmerized every surface of her mouth. Behind the confines of her jacket, his hands kneaded her tits; more than a handful and with already two hard points. He squeezed one nipple, resulting in a moan from Lola. The things he planned on doing with her nipples and breasts flooded his brain, giving him the required strength to pull away from her. When they broke apart, they were both breathing too hard.

He opened the door and when she was in the seat, he stated, “Buckle up, Lola. I’m going to break all the road laws between here and my place. Once we walk through the door there, it is game on.”

Lola could only nod her head at Wes’ words. He shut the door, and walked around to the driver’s side. He peeled out of the parking lot, and remained silent the entire way. Lola played his words over and over again in her head as she gripped the edge of the seat. He said it would be game on; she hoped and prayed the game would leave her in one piece when it was over.

With an excruciating silent and sexual tense car ride, as well as an elevator ride that only tortured an already beyond aroused Lola, they arrived at his door. Wes unlocked the black double doors and ushered Lola in. Her eyes scanned the massive living space, as she heard the click of the deadbolt behind her. She saw the wall of windows showing the dark night filled with tiny twinkles of light from other homes and downtown life. Oakbrook, where Wes lived, was only three towns over from Hamden. She saw modern black furnishings with lots of glass accents; as well as artwork limited to the beauty of Architecture. Many images she knew as great wonders of the world, but others were ones she had never seen, but she instantly saw the beauty and engineering miracle of them.

Suddenly, Wes’ powerful arms, wrapped around her from behind, he nuzzled her neck softly before spinning her around to face him to do as he wished. He claimed her mouth again, and as his mouth spoke of intention that words could not express, she melted into him. His tongue and lips ravaged her mouth. His hands slipped in between her shoulders and her jacket, with a slight push he let it fall to the hardwood floor. The entire time his mouth emphasized how many horrid kissers she had met in her lifetime. If this was kissing, she was sure she would be able to do it forever. He dominated her, taking what he wanted but also giving at the same time. He let his mouth roam over her chin and jaw lazily but just as erotic, he created a path down her neck to the spot where her shoulder and neck met.

“Do you know, this spot right here, if stimulated enough, can make a woman purr like a kitten?” He whispered against her skin, as his lips barely broke their contact, enough to speak.

Between every nerve ending in her body feeling like they had been energized by lightning, and the unbearable need growing within her, she couldn’t comprehend his words.
Why is he talking about kittens
? If he wants to talk about an animal, he can talk about one particular pussy she had in mind: HERS.

Wes’ long perfected and praised ability to delay his own gratification might as well be nonexistent. His craving to command her body into pleasuring his, overcame him.

“I need you now. This is going to be fast because I just cannot wait another moment without feeling you squeezing my cock inside of you. After we get this first round out of the way, next will be the beginning of our play. Play, which I intend to prolong and guarantee, will show how I can take you to every level of pleasure and sexual ecstasy, but now, I just need to fuck you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut at his verbal promise. As if she wasn’t aware of it before this moment, she was now; this man could ask her for anything and she would give it to him. Completely.

He walked her backwards until her ass hit the back of the black leather sofa.

“Lola, look at me.”

She did as she was told and opened her eyes. She saw his eagerness displayed in every aspect of his face. Between the sharpness of his eyes, and the darkened blush over his strong cheekbones, she knew he wanted her.

“Do I need to get protection?” He asked, unable to believe he didn’t think to have this specific discussion before this moment. “I’m tested every six months, just got my results back forty-eight hours ago, clean as a whistle. How about you?”

“I was checked a year ago and there hasn’t been anyone since.”

Could her words be true? Could she have gone without a sexual companion in a year? Maybe longer?
Well, he now had some pressure added to him, and to be honest, he relished it.

“What about pregnancy?”

“No, no chance of pregnancy.” She answered quietly.

“If you want the condom, until you can confirm what I just told you, I’ll wear one, but I’ll be honest, I’d prefer to feel you without any barriers. But it is your call.”

“No, I trust you.”

“Good. Your trust is going to be required for what I have in mind. But, for now, less talking and more fucking. Turn around, Lola.” Wes said before placing a kiss on her temple.

Lola turned so she looked across to the open floor to ceiling windows. Touching her at her lower stomach, was the back of the sofa. Wes, once again, wrapped his arms around her, but this time with a flick of his fingers, the snap and zipper at her jeans, let go. Kissing her exposed shoulder, thanks to the tank top style, he lowered both her jeans and panties, where they pooled over her sequined heels.

“I love the shoes. Not only are they sexy as hell, but they also make you the perfect height for this.”

Gently but intently, he pushed her forward, so she bent over the back of the couch. Pushing her shirt up, exposing her back to him, he noticed the tattoo there at her lower back, which had been plaguing him since the night at Cal’s months ago.

The darkened space limited his ability to see it clearly, so he just said, “Beautiful ink.”

She did not respond.

He lowered his zipper, letting his pants fall with gravity. He pushed his boxer briefs down and finally was able to feel her warm flesh with his hard straining skin. Letting his hands touch her from behind, he found her absolutely dripping wet with her arousal. He probed her entrance and after one long breath, he plunged into her sweet heat. Both of them moaned at the sensation; she from her body’s easily acceptance of him, his from the extreme tightness squeezing his throbbing erection; and the ritual began.

He pounded her flesh, thrusting into her harder and harder with each passing minute. The only sound in the large space was sounds of great sex; skin slapping skin, moans of pleasure and heavy breathing from exertion. He held onto her hip with his left hand, while his right fisted her hair, angling her head back.

“Oh God! Give it to me. Harder…harder.” Lola whimpered.

“As you wish.” He answered, as he increased the already incredible pace. Hearing his body connect with hers was such an erotic sound, but feeling the sensation was more than enough to bring him to the brink. Knowing she hadn’t found her release yet, he let go of her hair, moving his hand around her hip down and delving his finger in just where she needed it. Within seconds, she began to thrust back against him, bucking for the release that was skyrocketing through her. She called out her release, relishing in the privacy they finally had. She shouted her excitement and he enjoyed her ability to let go, allowing her body to react as it naturally did when she found her orgasm. With her quieting and her body beginning to go slack, he pounded into her, feeling his own release erupting. He collapsed onto her, kissing her back, shoulder, neck, wherever he could reach with his lips without moving any other muscles.

Lola was grateful the couch was supporting her weight because she didn’t think she would be able to hold a feather up. As she laid upon the cool leather, she could feel the evidence of what just occurred begin to run down her leg and she was completely okay with it. Moments turned into minutes and her back was beginning to remind her this was not a posture appropriate position. Lola started to giggle resulting in Wes chuckling too.

“I suppose I should get off of you, huh?”

“I think my spine would appreciate it.”

“Shit!” He leveled himself off her, immediately not liking the disconnect from her body. He quickly righted his own clothing before assisting her with hers.

When they were both clothed, he held her face between his palms and kissed her, thanking her with his lips. “Now that that is out of the way, I can give you a proper tour and begin your seduction as you deserve.” Leaving one last kiss on her edible lips, he dropped his hands taking hold of one of hers and started to show her his condo.

“This is obviously the living room or great room. I think you got a close up view of my style of furniture.” They both chuckled at his pun. He pulled her down the small hallway to the kitchen. Lola had never seen a kitchen like this. It was sleek and black on all surfaces except for the open glass shelves that housed all kitchen necessities; plates, cups, bowls and small appliances. The high pub style table, with its sleek black chairs, was tucked into the corner, surrounded by another floor to ceiling view of the world outside these walls. He showed her the office space off the kitchen. The room was consistent with the house she had seen thus far. Elegant, yet masculine, and very much Wes.

Wes watched as she took in his office. He was racking his brain trying to figure out why he was showing her this space when all he should be doing is introducing her to his room, but now that she was here, he wanted to show her everything. He wanted Lola to see where and how he spent his time. He wanted her to see what he never showed anyone.

Just looking at her gorgeous profile made him want her again. The way they just went at it like animals should have licked the inferno that was inside him but, if anything, the flames were just spreading. He felt his body stir as his eyes raked over her. He wanted at least an hour just to look at her. Just to take his time and memorize every inch of delectable inch. Memories of how she felt coating and taking him inside of her. The way he felt himself grow even more aroused wrapped in her heat.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her quickly along in his wake. The sudden need to end her tour ripped through him.

“In a rush?” Lola asked, knowing she was being sarcastic, but honestly, she was done with the impeccable condo, the only sight of perfection she wanted to focus on was him.

Her feet shuffled quickly along in her heels, as she tried to keep up with his much longer stride. He opened a door, the darkness swallowed her. But quickly, her eyes adjusted. Her legs hit a tall soft surface, but it was the view that drew her attention. Much like the rest of the condo, this room had floor to ceiling windows, which looked out over the world beyond the glass. It grew so much darker than when they were in the great room, causing the twinkle of lights from beyond to cut through the blackness. Even though they were exposed to the world, it was still private and isolating; which only made it that much more erotic.

Light splashed across the room from a lone floor lamp in the corner. Lola turned to allow her eyes to take in the rest of the room. She felt her face redden as she noticed the bed was in fact, not covered in gold luxurious linens, as she had thought it would be, but rather a simple black duvet with pillows in hues of gray.

“Something wrong?” Wes asked, watching her focusing on the giant bed.

Her eyes jetted to his, as she smiled nervously, as if being caught. “No, just not what I expected.”

“I’m curious now.” Wes said as he crossed his arms over his chest taking in the sight of her in his bedroom. Damn he liked the way she looked in here.

“Well, you are going to remain curious. Besides, I don’t think you brought me in here to discuss my thoughts of your home, did you?” She cocked her head to the side as she stared at him.

“Touché.” Wes said, as his sexy grin spread across his face.

The sequin from her shirt caught the light of her slow movements. She swayed slightly from nerves as well as the height of her shoes. He began to walk towards her slowly, suddenly wanting to drive her as crazy as he felt. When he was in front of her, gently he reached up brushing her hair over her shoulder, so that her soft skin was once again exposed.

Looking at her now through hooded eyes he said, “Where should I begin? Here?” he kissed her shoulder, “Or here?” he asked as he moved his lips to her neck, concentrating on the spot where her ear connects. “Or perhaps here?” Wes lifts his hand to her breast, flexing his fingers over the thick full weight, exaggerating his palm’s caress against the hard nub. Just when she thinks he won’t stop; he does. Wes goes down on his knees, looks up to her, rubs his chin against her center and inhales deeply. “Or should I just go directly to the spot you want me?” Leaning down, he nips wide mouthed through her clothes.