Wet and Ready (3 page)

This was trust.

If she unhooked her arms from around his neck and if he unwrapped his arms from around her waist, she would slip into the water.  She could drown.

But she trusted him enough to let herself be carried away from the safety of the wall and leaned into him, her tongue exploring his mouth in easy strokes.

Her blind trust aroused him more.

DeMarco’s heart thudded faster as his hands found the warm center of her.  Reese responded by arching her back and pushing her ass closer against him. His fingers stroked her pussy, languidly exploring the recesses of her.  He didn’t need to rush this.  DeMarco wanted to savor every moment with her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, taking a breath.

“No.”  It wasn’t just a word.  It was a breathy moan, full of fire.

DeMarco smiled. 

He’d made another million dollars yesterday, had custom-built homes around the world, a private jet and a car for every day of the week.  Hell, DeMarco Diamond could have had a different
woman
every day of the week.

But no matter how much money he made, how many things he acquired, how many asses he spanked, there was nothing quite as satisfying as being the cause of a good girl turning bad.

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This is wrong, wrong, wrong!

Reese’s inner good girl screamed at her.  What was she thinking?  She was there to hide out, maybe even to rob the man, but definitely not to fuck him.  So how on earth did she end up naked and in his pool with his long firm fingers working her into a frenzy?  If he did this for another second she would climax and that would be unfortunate because she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, practically
begging
for her warmth and she wanted nothing more than to oblige.

Hence, her spread legs, her arched back and insatiable tongue that held the promise of many more suckings to come.

“Fuck me,” she said.

DeMarco didn’t need to be told twice.  He untangled her legs and turned her around in the pool.

“I want to look in your eyes and watch you come.”

Reese didn’t respond—couldn’t.  Her breath was coming in huge gulps as she positioned herself just so.

“Oh . . .” she said as she felt him slide his into her. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded 

He smiled.  It was a nice smile.  “Tell me if it hurts.”

“Shit!” She said when she realized that he’d only inserted the rim of himself in her.  There was more.  Oh, yes.  There was so very much more.

And then she felt the base of him as he moved inside her.  They were back near the wall and she leaned back, lifted her hips while DeMarco wrapped his hands around her waist and rocked inside her, a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through her.

He tossed water onto her breasts, then pushed her breasts together and sucked her nipples dry.

Reese had never been with a man so well-endowed.  And even if she had, she didn’t think he would have fucked her like DeMarco Diamond.  He stretched her body to unexplored limits.  His eyes never left her own, so eager was he to watch her as she came, which felt like it would happen at any second.  Each intense thrust felt like a stamp on her body.  She felt as though he was claiming her, branding her as his. 

But Reese couldn’t let a man control her so easily.  So she clenched her body tight and fought like hell to resist the urge to let herself succumb to an orgasm.  She would make DeMarco work for it, and even then, he wouldn’t walk away with anything more than the satisfaction of knowing he gave her a good, hard fuck.

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DeMarco felt Reese’s body tighten.

And what is this?  Fear?  Resistance?  A dare.

DeMarco slowed his movements.  So this was how Reese was going to play it, huh?  She was going to act as though she was a challenge for him.  Good.  DeMarco liked challenges and it had been so very long since he’d had one in his life. 

“You’re a beautiful woman, Reese Worthington,” he said.  A smile played at her lips.  
Nothing like a compliment to make a woman go all gooey inside.
 DeMarco reached up to free her hair from that old-fashioned pin-up job she had going on.  Reese nudged her head to the side.

“No,” she said.

“I can’t see you with your hair down?” he asked.  She shook her head.  “I admire your commitment, however misplaced it might be.”

“I should go,” she said.  She wriggled her hips in an attempt to get away from him.

“You haven’t come.”

“I never do,” she said and pushed on his chest.  “I’m incapable of having an orgasm.

“Like hell,” DeMarco said.  “Wrap your legs tighter against me.”

“I think I should go.”

DeMarco gave her one quick thrust.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.  Obediently, Reese did as she was told and wrapped her legs around him.

“Tighter,” he commanded.

When he felt she was secure, he stepped away from the edge until they were in the middle of the pool.  He had an inexplicable desire to be her only lifeline.  DeMarco lifted himself in the water, allowing their entwined bodies to float.  He eased deeper into her and was more than a little pleased when she gasped.  He felt her muscles tighten around his cock. Her warm, wet haven felt unlike anything he’d experienced before and no matter how much of her he got, he wanted more.

“Take a deep breath,” he said.  “Then blow slow, tiny bubbles out your mouth.”

“What?” she asked.  A bead of sweat dampened her brow.  Surely not from the mid-morning heat.

“Fill your lungs with air, then blow.  Nice and slow.”

Then he dipped them below the surface of the water.  Her eyes widened.  He brought them back up.

“You got it?” he asked.  “Don’t hold your breath.  Inhale, go under, then bubbles.”

She breathed heavily, then nodded.

DeMarco let their bodies float back underwater.  When he was confident she was blowing steady bubbles from her lips, he began taking her again, grinding himself into her in slow, deep rhythms.  Their unwieldy bodies floated beneath the water.  As good as her body felt, it didn’t compare to the feeling that shot through him when she leaned her head back in complete rapture.  Reese blew small bubbles to the surface as she craned her bare neck.  Her legs and arms were wrapped around him like an old robe.  She moved faster, her eyes closed, then a shockwave coursed through her.  After DeMarco felt her come, he allowed himself the same release.  He buried his head into her breasts, swollen like firm peaches, and together they crashed to the surface, breathless and panting for air.

And then the damnedest thing happened.

Reese slid from his embrace, floated back beneath the water and swam like a goddamned mermaid to the steps of the pool.

Flabbergasted, DeMarco watched as she emerged.  His still hard penis began to stir at the sight of her. 

“What a second,” he said.  He swam to the steps where she had already picked up her clothing.  “Where do you think you’re going?  And what was all that about, anyway?”

Reese discreetly held the clothes in front of her and shrugged.  “Guess you’re a better teacher than you thought.”

“What are you up to, Reese?”

Reese’s brows dipped.  “I’ve no idea what you’re referring to.  Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take the rest of the day off like the rest of the staff.”

What kind of game is she running?

DeMarco was  about to dismiss her when he noticed something glimmering in her hair.  A barrette?  Curiosity nudged him out of the pool.  He walked to her.  She took a tentative step back.

“Afraid?” he asked.

“Not of you.”

“Did you like it?”

She opened her mouth, but whatever sarcastic retort was about to shoot out of her mouth like a bullet froze on her lips. 

It was all the confirmation he needed.

Again, something shiny in her hair reflected light from the sun.  
What is that?
DeMarco walked closer to inspect it.

Reese turned to walk away.

“Whoa there, Princess.  Not so fast.”

She tried to pull away from his grasp which only solidified DeMarco’s suspicions. 

He reached inside her limp, wet hair that was, somehow, miraculously still holding on to that silly updo.

“What the hell?”  Marco’s fingers touched metal.  He began to slip the object from her hair.  Gold.  “Well, I’ll be damned.”

DeMarco untangled his watch from her hair, which had been nestled inside like an egg in a bird’s nest.

“This is a one-hundred thousand dollar watch,” he said.  “Are you trying to steal from me?”

“I like to think of it as a pre-payment for services rendered,” Reese said. 

DeMarco didn’t like to be used.  And no one made a fool of him. 

“You’ve got a thirty-minute head start,” he said, trying to contain his anger.  “And then I’m coming to find you.”

“And when you find me?  Surely you wouldn’t hit a woman.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”  DeMarco said, anger rising in him with the speed of a submarine rising from the depths of the ocean.  “But I
would
hurt Lester.”  The smirk on her lips disappeared.  “After all, he’s the one who sent you to me.  And I’d enjoy having you watch.”

“He didn’t put me up to this,” she said.

“Twenty-nine minutes.”

Reese turned to leave.

“Hey,” DeMarco called out.  Reese turned.  He threw the watch at her and with surprising speed and dexterity, Reese lifted a hand and caught it.  “For luck.”  DeMarco said. “You’ll need it.”

End of Part 1

The DeMarco Diamond Series