Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

by S. N. Garza

  “Shit.”

  I tried moving, but Dax gripped my hips and stilled me.

  “For a second. Just a second longer. Sweet Jesus, you’re so damn hot.” His voice was thick and husky as if he too, just woke up.

  “Dax.”

  “Yeah, Pix?”

  “I need to move. Off you.”

  “Yes. Just friends.”

  He said with a snicker and disgust and he rubbed me along the length of his manhood, and like he said…Sweet Jesus. I felt my core tighten and flex. My body was wanting what he was giving. My panties were becoming damp from this intimate rubbing and I almost told him to not stop, but he shifted me off him and he sat up. He leaned his head back, the cords in his cheeks and jaw tightened with tension and he cupped his erection into himself. Rubbing it up and down. Right in front of me. Holy mother. Was it getting bigger?

  O_O

  “Maybe I should head on home?”

  “Or you could stay?”

  We both asked as if we weren’t sure what we wanted to do.

  “What time is it?” I asked as I looked around for my phone. Anything to not look at the freaking hard-on he was packing. No effing way could I just look at it and not feel something stir inside of me. I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t immune to this man. I did want to be just friends. But then, he didn’t judge me when I talked about my mother. But I didn’t want to be an easy target either. Dax’s presence was so strong and bold I didn’t want it to overtake me and leave me empty. He was right.

  I was afraid. I didn’t want to be abandoned again. I didn’t need my mother in my life. Nana filled a void I thought I’d never have with my mother. Dax. Dax was beginning to worm his own way into my heart.

  “We both fell asleep. It’s about midnight. It really is late. Maybe you should just stay here.”

  “Anything to get me to stay, huh? After last night?”

  Did I let the hurt show in my voice? Maybe.

  The tryouts were horrible. Saturday did not go so well for me. I knew I danced great but when it was over, the owner, Danny, said that I just wasn't the type they were looking for. I bet type meant my weight.

  That pissed me off. I couldn't believe they'd actually have a problem with curves. Honestly. I danced really well for the routine they showed me and just because I wasn't tall, thin, and limber like a damn gymnast with big boobs, (well, the boobs I had but tall and thin? Negativo) they would just send me away?

  Fuck that.

  I didn't need them anyway. Not to mention they didn't even let me sing. That's why as soon as I left I wanted something to cheer me up. That something was reading. I would have gone to Barnes and Noble’s, but I knew I’d be spending money I didn’t want to spend so instead I went to the municipal library.

  It was a big building, and my sanctuary growing up. If I wasn’t at home watching musicals, I was at the library.

  On and off the whole day I was thinking about what happened last night. I really had no right to be angry or upset. I held firm to my friendship kick and trust me. I’m kicking myself now. Was I ready for a boyfriend? Not really. Maybe not one like Dax. He really had this hot, sexy edge about him that was really fascinating and intimidating at the same time. I didn’t mind his crudeness. He was a free thinker and told it like it was.

  When I said that, his head bowed with shame. He really felt torn up about it. He turned to look at me, and I swear, no puppy dog eyes were so filled with sorrow as his was right now. Those light baby blues told me volumes’.

  “I am so very sorry I did that. I hope you believe me when I say as soon as I realized it wasn’t you-it wasn’t what I was thinking, I felt so fucking dirty and disgusting. I’ll be honest and say that’s actually a first for me. I’ve never felt like I should be ashamed of getting pleasure. You want to be friends. I’ll respect that. Do I want more? Yes. Yes, I do want more. If I have to earn it? Well then, I guess that’s a challenge I’ll take. Just know I won’t give up. I really want to be more than friends Scarlet. I’ll respect that until you decide you want more. FYI, I really hope you want more someday. Because this boner is going to fucking kill me.”

  “God. You start saying the sweetest thing, but then ruin it by bringing up your man parts.”

  “My dick.”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “What?”

  “Say dick.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to hear you say it. You’ve never said it before, have you?”

  I scoffed at that. “Of course I’ve said it. Yes.”

  “Then say it.”

  “Dick.”

  Dear Lord that sounded so strange coming out of my mouth. Did he notice? Of course he did. Were scarecrows made of straw? He started laughing hard and I shoved him playfully.

  “Alright, I’ve never really said it as a man part word before. But Dax, don’t be a dick.”

  “There you go. Say it again.”

  “Dick.”

  “Say ‘Dax, you like talking about your dick.’”

  “You do like talking about your…dick a lot. Especially about its sensitivity.”

  “I like the way you say dick. It really makes my dick hard.”

  Gah!

  “Dax! Stop! You’re so silly.”

  “Told you I was going to be your silly boyfriend if that’s what it takes.”

  I stood up and brushed off the imaginary dust off my hips, “I should get home. I’ve driven home this late before.”

  “Yeah, but you shouldn’t drive when you’re tired. Call Nana, tell her you’re staying here or at a friend’s house. I promise not to do anything untoward.”

  “Okay…on one condition.”

  He lifted his eyebrow quizzically and said, “What condition is that. Pixie?”

  “You tell me what ‘provide for you sexually’ means. You never answered that question. And for some reason, I’m really curious. Only for future reference.”

  “There won’t be any future reference with any other man if that’s what you’re trying to imply. Anything you wanna learn, you can learn from me.”

  “Uh. I don’t know about that, Dax.”

  “Providing for me sexually means I like things a little more…dark.”

  “Oh…so like-

  “No, I am not like any other man except for myself. I like using these instruments, so to speak, on women. I am not a soft lover. Never have been. I don’t know shit about soft sex. I didn’t get that when I was a virgin and ever since then, I was taught how to please women using them.”

  “Soft sex? What’s that?”

  He rubbed the short hairs at the back of his neck. Was he nervous or something? He certainly never presented me with this side of his personality before.

  “Vanilla…missionary sex. Although missionary is a very excellent position. The man is on top, in control of the movements. But foreplay would be something totally different. You have no idea how pleasurable the sharp kiss of a crop to your flesh could be, or being flogged. If a man knows how to use these tools properly, it could be very pleasurable.”

  “Yeah, that kinda sounds like you’re trying to punish an animal or something.”

  “Uh, no, Pixie. Dominance and submission are not anything like trying to beat an animal. It’s like sexual awareness of every touch. It can heighten everything you experience. I know how to use them properly and with care. I don’t beat the shit out of a girl. I don’t leave bruises.”

  “What about vibrators?”

  “If you’re a virgin, why-do you have a vibrator?”

  Fuck. I could feel flames-flames, all over my face, breathing, breathless...scorching flames all over my face.

  “Holy shit. You do? What kind?”

  Really? He really wanted to talk about sex toys?

  “Uh.” I shrugged my shoulders with what probably could be considered a crazy look on my face. This conversation was making me feel heated down in my core.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. Here. Let’s
sit down. Or do you want to see my toys?”

  “Sit down! I…uh…I am not ready to see your torture chamber.”

  That made him laugh out loud, but he did as I asked and I followed, sitting next to him.

  “It’s in a trunk in my bedroom. It’s not a torture chamber. And you can’t say anything unless you try it. You can’t judge others for their taste in sexual enjoyment.”

  “So you like anal sex then?”

  “No. And since you’re a virgin-

  “Must you keep bringing that up?” Geesh, he kept saying it like I had no idea what sex was all about in the first place. “I KNOW!”

  His face reached back at my vehemence. His eyes circled wide with surprise. “Sorry. Just stating-

  “A fact. I know I am. And I know you remember me telling you I was curious. You could just-

  I couldn’t even finish before his hands reached up to cup my neck, lifting me up, and his lips slammed home on mine. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. My heart began racing as his tongue licked my upper lip. His lips were firm and moist, and I had just opened to breathe before he slipped his tongue inside and coupled with mine. The only thing I could do was hold on tight to his firm biceps. Taking purchase and this became so entrenched, I sat up more firmly and one of his hands had reached the back of thigh and he pulled me up and over his lap.

  I was straddling him, his thighs taut against mine and…I loved his mouth. My breath hastened and my body took on a life of its own. My hands buried into his hair as I pulled him closer to my mouth. I don’t know what making love was, but I was doing it to his mouth. His taste was warm, melted with the taste of the brandy shot he had, and I swear I couldn’t get enough. I was ravenous.

  His hands floated from my neck, skirted over my breasts that started to feel heavy, my nipples tightened into hard beads. Dax’s hands drifted down my tummy then rounded over my hips to grip my ass. Through the jeans I felt his hands clench. My body was throbbing. Needing something.

  “That’s it, Pixie. Rub that sweet pussy on my dick.”

  His voice was hoarse, rough and pulled me in tight and ground his thick rod against me.

  “Declan.”

  Was that my voice? Thick and husky?

  My lips popped off his and I kissed my way down to his neck where I sucked a bit of flesh into my mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  I vaguely heard the growl escape his lips and one of his hands burrowed between our bodies where the pad of his fingers rubbed in a furious circle on my clitoris.

  I couldn’t help the moaning his ministrations brought forth. I was so close. My mouth released his neck, and I strained to get closer. I needed relief. Anything to relieve myself of this anticipation. This flurry of nerves centered right at the heart of my body. I was grinding myself deeper into his palm.

  “Oh. God. What is this? I need to-I-Oh, God, yes right there.”

  “Come for me, Scarlet. Now.”

  The commanding sound of his voice was my undoing.

  “Uhn. My God.”

  I gyrated against his erection as he slid his hand away and held onto my hips. He ground me down as he lifted himself, rubbing his denim clad length against the seam of my jeans.

  “You are so damn hot, baby. What I wouldn’t give to feel you bare.”

  I groaned out my orgasm, the slick hot juices slipping out of me.

  Dax grunted, rubbed me harder, one of his hands coming to the nape of my neck, tilting my head to the side and he brought me to his waiting mouth. He sucked the flesh with deep suction and licked the area. His body stilled with me grinding down hard and I could feel his teeth biting a little into my skin.

  He sucked off and his head fell back to the back cushion of his couch, his breath hot, and puffy.

  I felt…depleted. A warmth I couldn’t describe seeped out of me. I could feel my orgasm dampening my panties and Dax brought me in close, resting my body against his. I buried my face into the heat of his neck.

  “Holy. Fuck. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  His palm went back down between my legs and pressed into the spot where the evidence of my desire coated my underwear, soaking into the jeans.

  “Jesus. You okay, Scarlet?”

  Was I okay? I had no earthly idea.

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  Dax

  I wasn’t expecting that reaction when I brought her lips to mine. Fuck me. That was incredible. Scarlet’s lips had come alive under mine and then she took control. Or hell, she devoured my lips like a starving woman. Straddling her over my lap was just natural for me. I wanted to feel her against me. Grind her against my rock-hard cock and see her come apart in my arms. When she did, holy mother of God. That was so fucking perfect. Her lips puckered, her face flushed pink and her eyes closed tight to the new sensations I brought to her.

  I felt ten fucking feet tall. I couldn’t help but find relief for myself. Even though she was in jeans, I could feel the heat radiating off her vagina like a volcano. Ready to erupt and when she did, it was magnificent.

  After I came, in my fucking jeans like a virgin without a prayer, I cupped her once again and I felt the material damp from her orgasm. I wondered if she’d ever had an orgasm before. Did she use the toy she told me she had?

  I could just imagine how she would look on my bed, her legs spread all the way open and fucking herself with a vibrator, her lush and pretty tits bouncing with each thrust. Her mouth in that same opened position.

  Fuck. My dick started waking back up at the thought of Scarlet showing me how she used her toy. What did she think about when she did that? Was there another man she thought about? Did she crush on someone?

  Hell-the-fuck-no. I did not like that. I was serious as a heart attack when I said if she wanted to learn anything about sex, sex toys, or whatever entails between a man and woman, she would learn from me. I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of her going to another man with her sexual curiosity. That imaginary man who will be pummeled into the ground. The thought of any man laying a finger on her, whether platonic or God forbid, with interest, I might just blow a gasket.

  “You okay, Scarlet?” The sound of my voice was thick and heady with lust and a growing anger at the thought of her wanting another man.

  Her body was pliant on mine, breathless and her body trembled. I caressed her back, calming her down from the high of her ecstasy.

  She didn’t answer and my hands went to her waist, and I waited.

  “I am so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. I want us to be friends. I’m not ready-

  “Scarlet. Stop right there. We are friends, okay? We can take this slow. Whatever you wanna call this, we can take as long as you need. I will tell you one thing though. Never, ever apologize for coming undone in my arms. That was so fucking beautiful. I can’t remember seeing anything as fucking perfect as you when you come for me. All for me.”

  Her face turned bright red.

  “Are you embarrassed for having an orgasm?”

  Her eyes shifted away from mine, and her body was stiffening with her embarrassment. I couldn’t allow that.

  “Don’t. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me and not about finding pleasure in my arms. Have you ever had one? Even with your vibrator? No matter how big or small.”

  She shook her head quickly. “I don’t know how to use it. I mean I know where the-thing-goes but when I tried, it didn’t really feel…um…right. I didn’t really like the feel of it.”

  “Were you wet?”

  Her face started and her mouth opened in shock. “That’s-you really have no shame in talking about sex do you?”

  She tried unwrapping her legs from around me, but I gripped the bottom of her hips and stilled her. Brought her right against the heat of my desire.

  “No, I don’t have any shame in talking about it. I’m trying to curb my language though, so you don’t get really flustered or embarrassed. It’s not uncommon for women to not feel satisfied by a battery o
perated sex toy. Especially if no one really showed you how to use it. Can you answer that question for me? I’m not going to judge you. I know you’re inexperienced and a virgin. You don’t have to feel embarrassed with me. I promise I will never make fun of you. Never laugh at you. Tell you the truth, I’m a quiet guy. I like order. I like rules and I like control. Been that way for a very long time. When my father died, I was a teenager, and I made myself a promise to never end up like him. I have to have things a certain way.”

  “Even sex?”

  She began relaxing and shifted to get comfortable in my lap again.

  “Yes. I know a lot about sex. I like it to be controlled, I have rules in place. Not just for the other person but for myself as well. That type of lifestyle, dominance and submission, can be a lot of fun and in all seriousness, I like it when the woman I’m with submits to me fully. I don’t take away her rights though.”

  “Do you have a lot of submissives?”

  “No. I don’t. I haven’t had one in a while actually. For some reason, it wasn’t appealing to me to take on a woman who did my every bidding. I didn’t take them out of The Club. I met them there, we did what I went there to do and went about my business. I do take them on dates but it’s rare and it’s not personal or intimate. None of them have ever been to my house before. I don’t allow that in my personal life.”

  “So you live a double life? Can I move? My legs are starting to hurt.”

  “Of course.” I lifted her up and stood, cradling her in my arms.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Well, before I answer your previous question. You came, I came, and I really don’t care for sticky cum, matting and drying on my pubes. So I’m going to put you in the master bathroom where you can shower. I’ll give you a nightshirt and some of my boxer briefs to sleep in. I’ll put your clothes in the wash. I’ll do the same and we can meet back up and I’ll tell you about it.”

  “Yeah. That does sound like a plan. I need to call Nana, though.”

  “Of course.” I bent down, and she lifted her phone off the coffee table and I carried her up the stairs, into my room and through the double doors leading into the big master bathroom.