Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

She can pretend all she wants that she hates the idea, but the way her body tenses, eyes flutter closed, and her body is gripping my cock tells me otherwise. “And I’ll have your mouth on me too, because I love the feeling of your lips sucking me.”

“Why would I do this?” she asks, as I rock my hips into her, gently fucking, speeding up so that she’s distracted. I am too, the raw friction of skin on skin is enough to drive me mad.

“Because when it’s been a week, we get to fuck like animals, and the orgasms you’ll have will be the best you’ve ever had in your life.”

I thrust harder, and she whimpers. “That’s a big promise. I’ve had some pretty good orgasms.”

“It’ll be an adventure,” I say. I’m not completely sure why I’m so drawn to this idea of holding back with her, of drawing it out. But I suspect it’s the chemistry. The fire between us is unreal, and it’s enough to make me want to savor it. To do something different. I’ve challenged myself with this during dry spells and it was good enough. It’s going to be so much harder with her, and so much more gratifying. “It’ll be fun.”

She smirks at me, and I can see that she’s already made her decision, but she’s going to toy with me some more. I’m okay with that. I like the game. “I don’t think fun is going to be the right word.”

“You’re right,” I say. “The correct word is exquisite.”

“I think you’re crazy,” she says.

I’m really fucking her now, the water swirling around us with the movement. “That’s entirely possible.”

“You’d better give me enough orgasms to last the week then, Glenn…?” She asks.

“Kidman.” I say, scowling down and walking towards the edge of the hot tub.

“Diamond Collins. It’s nice to meet you.”

A deep laugh rolls up from my stomach, and I pull out of her so that she can climb out of the water, but my cock already misses her warmth. “It’s nice to meet you too. Now get upstairs and into my bed, because we’ve a lot of fucking to do.”

12

Diamond

As I get out of the car, I wince. I’m sore. Granted, it’s a good sore. A fucking amazing sore, but I might have to do some stretches so that my clients don’t ask what’s wrong with me.

It would probably be considered unprofessional to tell my clients today that I got dicked so hard last night that I’m literally bow-legged.

Or maybe not. I’ve got some amazing clients. But until I have my own salon, I’ve got to play it safe. Once I’m in my own space, we can talk about my sex life all we want.

I can’t actually believe I agreed to what Glenn suggested. I must either be an idiot or his cock is just that good. I think it’s the second one, because I came so many times I felt like I was drunk when we couldn’t go anymore. Frankly, it might be good to have a break for a week.

The small voice in my head starts laughing. Like I’m not going to be dying for it by the time tomorrow rolls around. Liz is already inside. We met in beauty school and became best friends so fast it made my head spin, but we’ve never looked back. When I told her I was moving here, she applied and got a position at the same salon, and she’ll be coming with me when I open mine. She’s an absolute genius with hair, and she’s got a client list that’s just as good as mine.

“Girl,” she says, lounging in her chair since the store isn’t open quite yet. “I am so hung over. That bartender kept giving me free shots.”

I grin at her. “At least you didn’t have to pay for any of it. How did you get home?”

“He called me a cab and followed in my car.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Did he stay over?”

She rolls her eyes. “I wish. He said I was too drunk.”

“Then it’s probably true.”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “And how about you? Was it everything and more?”

I press my lips together to keep from smiling. “It was good.”

“You fucking liar,” she stands, grinning. “I know that face, you had the time of your life and you don’t want to share details.”

“I never want to share details!”

“But you’re going to, right?” Liz puts her hands on my shoulders. “Please, Di. I’m dying here. Before anyone else gets here.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine.” I tell her about the living room and the hot tub and how he took me upstairs and buried his face between my legs until I’d had three orgasms, and how we fucked in every position imaginable until passing out. And how he drove me home, and kissed me before we exchanged numbers and he left.