Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

“You know what I’m saying, don’t you?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“And?” I let the question hang in the air.

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck,” I mutter, and my lips crash onto hers. Adrenaline and pleasure crash through me, and there’ll be no hiding the fact that I’m hard now. Especially since my jeans are soaked.

Diamond moans against my lips. There’s a thump as her bag hits the floor and then her arms are wrapped around my neck, kissing me back. A ferocious kiss that tells me she’s been thinking about me too. I wonder if she’s touched herself the way I have, thinking about the way we fucked. My cock is swollen now, pressing between us.

She feels so good pressed up against me like this, and I walk her backwards until we reach the wall. The door is within reach, and I shut it and lock it with one hand. Like hell am I going to let anyone see us right now.

I don’t know how far we’ll go, but this moment is for us alone.

My hands find her hips, and I press her hard against the wall, grinding my hips into hers. I want her to know what she does to me—that all she has to do is breathe and my dick sits up at attention. I want her to remember what my cock feels like slamming into her.

She breaks our kiss and looks up at me, breathless. I like the way her lips are already swollen. I could get used to her looking like that. “I don’t usually do things like this,” she says.

“Like what?” My voice is low, raspy.

“Hooking up with guys I meet in clubs,” she says. “Or in back rooms of bars.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you worried?”

She bites her lip, and doesn’t say anything. The fact that she would be worried about how it looks hadn’t occurred to me. “Even if it was something you did regularly, I wouldn’t care. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone, even for a night.”

Her body relaxes. She hadn’t seemed tense, but she’s almost boneless now, held upright by the fact that our bodies are pressed together. Everything about her radiates relief. And then her face changes. To something more confident, more playful.

“You’re going to catch cold if we don’t get you out of those jeans,” she says, tugging at my belt.

“It can wait,” I say.

She shakes her head. “No, Glenn, it really can’t.”

Her meaning sinks in, and I feel all the blood race to my dick, trying to get there first. Holy hell. She undoes my belt slowly, looking me in the eyes as she does it. And when she leans up to press her lips against mine, I feel like I can’t breathe.

Diamond’s hands stroke my cock through the fabric of my underwear. Christ, I’m going to come like a teenager if she keeps doing that.

“I liked the way you tasted,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to try it again.”

That’s it, there’s no blood left in my brain. It’s gone. I have to brace myself on the wall as she slips down to her knees in front of me, peeling my wet jeans and underwear down around my ankles. I kick them away, the air prickling cold on my skin after the damp fabric. But I can’t take my eyes off Diamond.

She’s still staring up at me, eyes locked with mine as she touches her tongue to the tip of my shaft. Oh my God. And then her lips cover me, and I’m blind with pleasure. I grit my teeth, focusing on holding back, because I’m so turned on that I feel like I could come right now. But I’m not going to fucking let go in the first moment.

“Mmm,” she makes a sounds like she’s eating chocolate and it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. So fucking hot.

I watch as she slides down my cock, taking more of me. Watching her take me into her mouth slowly is impossibly erotic, her lips stretching to fit me. Delicious, gorgeous, sexy. I’m breaking my own rules with her more than I already did that first night, because there’s no way I would give up this feeling right away.

The pledge can wait. I’ve got time. For at least this moment, I’m going to enjoy what feels like the most perfect mouth in the world. Diamond is still looking up at me, eyes seemingly innocent as she slips further and takes more. Until she’s so far down that her lips rest against my stomach, my balls pressed to her chin. Her lips are stretched to their limit around me.

And then she pushes further. There’s a silent pop and

holy fuck, the head of my cock is in her throat. If I reached out and touched her neck, I bet that I could feel it.