Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (28 page)

“FUCK yeah! That’s it baby. Your pussy was made for me.” His pace began slow but soon the glass was no longer her salvation of respite but a surface to counter his thrusts. With no way to grab on to the glass, Lola used her flattened palms to brace herself, but his thrusts just pushed her against the clear shield, he stopped when she was completely flush to the cool glass.

“I want everyone to know what I’m doing to you.” He said in her ear and slowed his pace as his hips moved circular causing exquisite pleasure.

With her nipples against the cold window, her position created even more havoc on her nerve endings. If anyone looked in their direction, they would see everything of hers. Even as her brain processed the possibility being slim, it didn’t bother her, but rather fueled the sensations ripping through her. What were the chances someone would see them? Any other moment in time this would be such a turnoff to her, but here, with him, the small possibility added to her desire and the sexiness of their tryst.

“I love fucking you! I love having my cock in you. It is the only place where I want to be.” He said between broken breath and jackhammering thrusts. “Tell me this feels good. Tell me you want me fucking you.”

“I want you! I want this! Don’t stop.” She moaned out her response.

“I’ll never stop.” He promised under his breath, as he bit down on her shoulder.

“Oh God, oh God!” Lola screamed feeling the start of her orgasm rip through her.

“Fuck yeah!” Wes followed behind her, losing and releasing more than he was willing to admit.

When they both had strength to move the short distance to the bed, they collapsed on top of it, still trying to catch their breaths. With her on her stomach and Wes on his side, he playfully placed kisses along her shoulder, as he lazily let his finger follow the trail of the dripping red on her tattoo.

“I wanted to do that since the moment I got your text.” He spoke softly, yet absently. Enjoying the feel of her warm soft skin, he lazily traced the words scrolled along her back. “Tell me about this tattoo, Lola. The truth. Start with what the words, ‘hindi hubad prutas’ mean.”

She suddenly felt completely exposed and completely naked, which was quite ironic considering she was. Unsure if she should tell him, since she vowed never to confess her sins to anyone, but something about this sex God made her want to tell him. She’s held this in for such a long time, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to lose her shield, though under his magical, protective, wondrous touch, she knew she wasn’t.

“I told you, pointed to a picture and voilà, man drew on my skin, end of story.” She answered, purposely concentrating on the stitching of the comforter below her.

What was it that she wasn’t telling him? “It seems to me it is an awful intricate design for a drunken selection.”

“Look, I told you, whether you believe me or not, is your business, but my story isn’t changing. Now am I here to discuss ink or to screw?” Knowing her words were harsh, as evident by his widened eyes, she moved her arm downward until she was cupping his sac.

She was irritated. Definitely more to the story than she is telling, but he’ll file it away for now. After all, the woman had a point. The fact that she wounded him by not being honest with him over something as visible as her tattoo, bothered him.

“A beautiful woman tells me to screw her, well, what am I to do but oblige.” He rolled over on top of her and began to kiss a line down her spine, licking her natural curve, and appreciating her hill and valley. He reached her ass and began giving it the same attention. First one cheek, then the other. Dipping his finger, then his tongue, on the crevice line between.

“I want you this way.” He spoke huskily.

Lola’s eyes opened wider, at the obvious intent of his words.
Was he asking what she thinks he is asking?

“Let me fuck you like this. I promise, it will feel good. I’ll make it feel good.” He said as he kissed each one of her cheeks.

When she remained silent, he crawled back up her body, until he covered her like a blanket. Swiping her long soft hair out of the way, he nibbled on the back of her neck all the way around to her ear, where he sucked on her lobe.

“Have you ever?”

Lola shook her head.

“Did I make you feel good when I went down on you by the window?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember all the sensation I made you feel?”

“Yes, it was incredible.”

“Do you know, right before you flew apart, I was fingering your ass?”

“What?”

Wes chuckled, he knew she was too lost in the moment to know exactly what he was doing, but her body enjoyed it. Her reaction proved it.

“Really?”

“Really. Look, I’m not masochistic, if you don’t like it I’ll stop. But remember, this is about pushing your limits.” He let his voice drop off on the last part until it was no more than a whisper and continued to nibble her sweet neck.

He was right. So after a deep breath she found herself nodding her head in agreement.

Her consent thrilled him, as proved by the smile that spread on his face. “First we need to make you as relaxed as possible, and that is exactly what you are not at the moment, considering the rigidness of your spine. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Wes stood and walked out of the room, before returning quickly with a glass in his hand. “Here, drink this.” When she was hesitant, he smiled along with a genuine laugh, “It’s just water.”

Feeling silly at her hesitation, she sat up and took the cup, draining it quickly. Wes took the empty glass from her, he sat on the bed with his back against the head board, and patted the mattress between his legs.

“Come sit with me.”

Lola did as she was asked, resting with her back to his front, he adjusted her so she sat with thighs spread and her legs over his, the position was quite comfortable. Intimate, yet comforting.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

“Please, Wes. I thought you were trying to get me to relax.”

“You don’t see it do you? You don’t see how every man looks at you. You don’t have any clue how many men have you starring in their own private mental pornos, do you?” Wes pulled her chin around so she was looking at him. “I’m serious. I saw it tonight, and I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, come on,” Lola answered, not believing him for a minute.

“Look, Sunshine, whether you want to know it or not, there is a long line of men that would give up a limb for a chance with you, and I’d be happy to help them out with that exchange.” Wes paused as Lola rolled her eyes at his audacity. Arching his eyebrow at her blatant disbelief, he continued after she smiled. “Remember your promise, Lola, no other man touches this.” To emphasize his point, he filled one hand with her breast and the other over her mound and squeezed. He smiled with hunger in his eyes as he could feel her heat and moisture touch his palm.

“I remember.”

“Good, now let the screwing commence.” And with lightning speed, he flipped her so she was once again face down on the bed with him on top of her. His lips lead the way, followed by his fingers. Starting at her shoulder, he created a path all the way to each finger, then back again. Across her shoulder blades, all the way down the other arm. His cock had grown thick again, and as he lowered his body down hers, he let her ass checks surround him. Up and down the fold until he rested against the place of entrance. His fingers found her clit and rubbed feverishly gaining the response he wanted before stopping.

“Breathe, Sunshine.” Quickly grabbing a tube of lubricant out of the bedside table, Wes applied an excessive amount to himself, and then a good amount onto Lola.

“It will be uncomfortable at first, but it shouldn’t be painful. If you fight me, it will hurt. We’ll do this slowly, okay?” He probed her entrance and she tensed immediately. “Shhh, Baby, it’s just my finger. Just getting you readied.” In and out, in and out he repeated until her body began its natural reaction.

The pressure was different, like nothing she’s felt ever before. It was uncomfortable, but he was right it didn’t hurt, per say

“That’s a girl, nice and easy.”

He shifted, and she tensed. This time there was a lot more pressure, and damn it did start to hurt, so Lola tried to close her eyes and breathe to relax herself. Soon she was beginning to feel full there. And the strangest feelings took over, she wanted the fullness, she wanted to feel him closer. She lifted up on her knees and was rewarded with the amazing sensation as he pushed further.

“Come on, Baby, you know you want this as much as I do. Take it all. You can take all of me. Your body, this amazing, sexy beautiful body is made for me. Show him he was right to make our bodies fit together like this.” He continued to slide into her, and his body felt her stretching to accommodate him. Finally, he began to move slowly, and began to pump in to her.

God he was right. She wanted this. She wanted him to fill her everywhere. This wasn’t forbidden. This wasn’t taboo. This was the ultimate fuck. As his cock filled her back entrance, his three fingers flickered life into her front. When he added the stimulation of his thumb on her clit, she knew she was done. So much sensation, so much fullness; small amount of pain, but pain she begged for, pain she needed. There was no glory without pain. She relished it. She felt her body begin to sing with life. The faster he moved the more she wanted the feeling to go on and on.

“God, Baby! I knew you would feel good like this. It’s never felt like this before! God!” Pumping furiously now as his fingers whirled inside of her.

The brilliant orgasm, if you could call this internal combustion an orgasm, rocketed through her, causing her entire body to go rigid and then suddenly slack as each aftershock ripped through her. Wes followed immediately behind her. Collapsing onto her huddled form, as he felt everything empty out of him.

“Thank you, Wes,” she said. Then silence.

Wes pulled the covers down and adjusted them so Lola was covered. He knew it wouldn’t take her long to fall asleep, her body had reached its limit. He smiled as she curled into him in slumber. Her breathing had slowed and she was deep into dreamland. Ever so slightly, he began to move, and slid out of bed. Making sure she was comfortable and supported, so that even in sleep, she wouldn’t know he was no longer there. When he stood, and she neither moved or roused Wes turned and left the room. Suddenly wide-awake with heaviness on his mind he headed down the hall.

He entered his office, turned on his laptop, called up his preferred search engine, and typed in “hindi hubad prutas”. Wes began to read and try to figure out what Lola was hiding, scrolled across her beautiful back. He clicked screen after screen, the more he read the more his stomach began to twist. Didn’t take long for him to realize, whatever she was keeping from him, was neither happy or good.

Lola’s eyes fluttered, as she snuggled further down into what she was sure was a cloud. Wes’ bed was decadence. The sun was shining bright through the windows and the autumn colors from the trees looked like a real life painting. She rolled onto her stomach, and found what she was hoping would be there.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” Wes asked as he looked down at her from his head perched on his hand.

“Good. How about you?”

Wes wasn’t going to lie and tell her that he just came back to bed a few minutes ago, so he opted for, somewhat of the truth, “I couldn’t sleep. I had this gorgeous body next to me, so sleep was the last thing on my mind.”

His compliment thrilled her, and she couldn’t help but show the evidence on her face. When had his importance to her soared higher than she wanted it to?

“Well, I appreciate your restraint.” She smirked, “I needed at least a little rest. It seems like so long since I’ve really slept.” She lifted up and placed what was meant to be a soft simple kiss onto his lips, but quickly turned deep and thorough. “Now with that being said, now that I’m rested, is there anything else you would like to do?”

“Sunshine, where you are concerned, there is always something else I’d rather be doing.” He said, leaning in close to her, while his hand roamed down and planted itself on the small of her back, as if offering comfort to what he learned could potentially be her pain.