by Jasmin Quinn
Hugo had to say it anyway, because he couldn’t be sure of Anto’s level of commitment to the lithesome redhead. “Just an eye on her, Anto. No touching or I’ll find a way to break your fingers.”
Anto didn’t laugh. “I don’t touch anymore, Hugo. I don’t even look. No point. No one measures up to Marisol.”
Hugo almost rolled his eyes. Anto hadn’t yet seen Blondie. “How’s it going to work then?”
“Party’s downtown at the Rosewood. Invitation only. I’ll make sure you have one. We’ll meet at my place at 6:30, go from there. I’ll arrange a limo to pick you up at the marina about 6:00.”
“Pretty high-falutin then.” Hugo tried to imagine Olivia at the elite get-together. Made him grin.
“Yep. Get your girl some pretty jewelry. We gotta blend.”
Hugo couldn’t contain his laughter. The only person in their little foursome that had any chance of blending was Marisol herself. Blondie blending was unfathomable, Hugo stood head and shoulders above most men, and Anto Kharzin… the only way he would blend is if someone dropped him into a vat of acid. And with the number of tats he had, it would probably change colour.
They discussed a few more details, then Hugo hung up the phone. He and Blondie had some shopping to do.
Hugo found Olivia where he left her. On the deck. But she’d taken off his t-shirt and shorts and was sunning herself in just her black lacy bra and panties, belly up to the sun, hat over her eyes. He didn’t know whether to fuck her or throw her in the ocean. He stood over her, casting a cold shadow. She slid back her hat, opened her eyes and gazed at him, her lips curving up. “I missed you,” she said.
Hugo got hard. The exact right words to make his mind up. She saved herself from a dunk. He dropped to his knees, bent his head and kissed her straight-up on the lips. “You’ve had enough sun.” He pulled her inside, threw her on the bed and dropped down on her.
After he thoroughly fucked her, literally rocked the boat like a tsunami was coming in, he laid his head on her chest. “Got a couple of things to tell you.” He was rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, keeping an eye on it, keeping it stiff. He took a little sip of it, then backed off with his mouth, and folded her breast into his hand, squeezing it, feeling it straight through to his dick. “I don’t know how you don’t spend your entire time just playing around with your breasts.”
“Not as good as when you play with them,” Olivia sighed, her fingers lacing through his hair.
“We gotta go shopping, get you some clothes.” He leaned up, looked at her face, tried to gauge her reaction.
She was staring up at the ceiling, but her fingers had stilled. “It’s okay, Hugo. I washed my underwear this morning. That’s why I was wearing them outside. So they could dry.”
The side of Hugo’s mouth quirked up. “You were sunning yourself in wet underwear?”
“Seemed practical.”
“We’re still going shopping.”
She frowned at him, dropping her eyes from his. Embarrassed. “I hate this,” she muttered. “I hate that I have no money. That I have to rely on you.”
Hugo sat up, ran his hand over her soft belly to the tidy thatch of hair pointing the way to her honey sweet pussy. “Liv, I got enough money to buy a small country. Besides you haven’t heard what kind of clothes you’re going to need.”
“Not hooker clothes I hope.” Olivia shifted to her side, leaned up on her elbow. Had a good view of his cock, which she studied. He thought she was going to reach out and grab it, but somehow she resisted. He was getting hard again.
“Not a fucking chance,” Hugo growled. “A bikini for starters because technically you shouldn’t be sunbathing on the deck in your underwear, even if you are drying them.”
“Is that illegal in Canada too?”
Hugo shrugged. “I don’t know about illegal, Liv. But you’re not going to make any friends prancing around in all that see-through lace. Or you’re going to make the wrong kind of friends. Then I’ll have to bust heads and lock you up.”
Olivia grinned, finally reached out with her hand and stroked him. Finally! “A bikini is just a few more bits of fabric, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll let you buy me one. I want white. It looks better against my tan.” She gave him a little squeeze then dug lower, under his cock to his testicles. Her nails raked him as she was going in. He opened his thighs to give her better access.
“I’ll buy you as many as you want in whatever colours you want.” His generosity was rewarded with a gentle squeeze to his balls. “Why don’t you suck on it, Olivia? I’ll tell you what else I’m going to buy you while you do it.” He pressed his back up against the headboard, wiggled his hips so that he was next to her beautiful mouth. She gazed up at him, her blue eyes startling against the white of the sheets. Then she looked down at his cock, stroked it with her eyes first, then took him in between her lips, her hands still tugging at his balls.
“Ahh. Perfect. You’re perfect.” He leaned his head back against the headboard and shut his eyes. His cock was fully at attention now as she held it with one hand and sucked at the top of it, her tongue roving over its ridges, exploring it, licking it. Playing at him. “Take it all, Olivia.”
She brought her head up. “What else are you going to buy me, Hugo?”
He shoved her head back down with his hand. She opened her mouth, licked him like he was an ice cream cone, then swallowed him whole, like the whale did with Jonah. “Fuck!” he hissed. “Gonna buy you the prettiest, form fitting dress we can find. Whatever colour you want.” She applied some suction, just a little bit, but enough to make him jerk. “And some matching heels and a Gucci bag to go with it and a whole bunch of new underwear.”
She pulled off him with her mouth but kept a death grip on him with her fingers, brought her lips to his balls. He spread his thighs wider so she could get her head down between them. She tugged one of the balls gently into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, sucking it gently like it was a lollypop.
Hugo was having trouble staying focused. “And then… Tiffany’s… you need some jewels. Earrings, necklace, bracelet, ring.”
Her head was still down by his balls, but she dropped the one she was sucking, handled his sack gently, then moved to the other ball. “What kind of ring?”
Then the ball in her mouth, while she teased at his cock with her fingers. “Engagement, Liv.” He groaned his lust. “We’re still getting married.”
She moved from his balls back to his cock, took it in her mouth as deep as she could and got down to serious business. He sucked in his breath and then let it out in a slow hiss.
“Since we’re getting married –” She scraped teeth against his shaft, and he gasped. “Fuck, Liv.”
She brought her head up to look at him, he shoved it back down with his hand. “Finish your thought,” she mumbled as she latched back onto him.
“Whatever you need… fuck…” And then he stopped talking because he couldn’t anymore. He banged his head against the back of the headboard a couple of times, her teasing was torture. “I can’t, Liv…” He grabbed her head with both his hands, forcing her down onto his cock, forcing her to take him faster, deeper. She tried to shift, to get a better balance. He heard her gag but was too far gone. He couldn’t stop, lost sight of everything but her mouth on his cock. A few more thrusts, a few more pushes, and he lost it. His orgasm blew through him like a tidal wave, his semen shot from him like a cannon. He almost cried it felt so good. It was the best fucking thing in his life. She was the best fucking thing in his life.
CHAPTER 29
Olivia came up for air. Her pussy was throbbing, she needed some Hugo-stroking. She slid her body up the length of his, turned her face up, stretched her neck. He cupped the back of her head with his big strong hand and kissed her hard, lustily, not at all like a man who had just had his cum blown right out of him. Nope, more like a man who was having a quick sip of water before returning to the marathon.
She m
anaged to get out a “why?” between his deep, demanding kisses.
“Why’re we getting married?” he mumbled. His hand was stroking down her back to her ass, massaging her cheeks with biting fingers, taking ownership of them.
She pulled off his mouth, brought her lips to his neck and nuzzled its whiskered roughness. “Why do I need a Gucci purse and jewels?”
His finger slid down the crack of her ass to her pussy, lapped up some of the juices that had pooled there and came back up to her tight little hole. He played with it, lubing it with her juices, massaging the ring of it, sliding a finger in up to a knuckle. Olivia gasped at the invasion. It didn’t hurt like she thought it might, but no man had touched her that intimately. She didn’t think she was quite ready for it. She stiffened and he responded to her discomfort by moving his hand away, down to her pussy, to her clit.
Now that was more like it. She groaned.
“We got a party to go to, Liv. Tomorrow night.” He shifted his body out from under hers then flipped her over on her back so he had better access to her pussy. A finger slid into her, then two. Curling where they needed to, leaving her gasping. “A double-date. I gotta do a thing for a guy.”
“No.” Liv moaned. His fingers were magic, he knew exactly how to touch her. Her body was lighting up like fireworks on the 4th of July. “Not another thing.”
“Yeah, I do the thing, we find your husband.” Then he pinched her clit, a little punishing, maybe because she was married, or widowed, or whatever. Didn’t matter, the pinch did her in. So did the hard rubbing with his thumb while he fucked her with his fingers. The orgasm grew so fast, it exploded before she was ready, shattering her. She lost track of time, of everything, except Hugo, who kept saying he was going to marry her.
“Yes!” she cried out as her pleasure shuddered through her. “Fuck, yes, Hugo.”
He loomed over her, his lips inches from hers, his fingers still stroking her, feeling her passion for him. “Yes what, Blondie?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She thought she passed out for a second or two. When she came to, he was kissing her, intimately, hard, possessive. In love.
CHAPTER 30
Olivia was breathtaking. Well, they both were, Hugo thought as he looked in the mirror and tugged on his tie. He was cleanly shaved and didn’t love the look but found solace in the fact that it would grow back quickly. Olivia seemed to like the smoothness of it, insisting he rub his face between her thighs and up her pussy just to test it out. They had to stop getting ready for 10 minutes, and then their timing was off, because she needed another quick shower. It was 6:15 when they finally got to the limo.
The limo driver was an older gent who very badly wanted to help Olivia into the back seat. Hugo intervened just before the chauffeur laid his fingers on her ass to help guide her in so she didn’t trip on her stilettos. Hugo couldn’t blame him on the one hand; on the other hand, the man obviously didn’t understand the risk he was taking trying to grab Liv’s ass. Hugo was pretty sure if he didn’t take him out, she would’ve.
There was champagne in an ice bucket – not prosecco, but the good stuff, straight from France. He decided not to wait for Anto and Marisol to join them, popped the cork and poured the bubbly into two glasses, passing one to Olivia. “To my beautiful future wife,” Hugo said as they clinked glasses.
He sat back, took a sip and got hard again, watching Olivia’s gorgeous painted lips as she swallowed her mouthful. Her sexy throat as it dipped. He thought he would like to see that little bob of her neck as she swallowed his come. Got distracted for a moment trying to figure out how to make that happen, decided it would have to involve a mirror. His erection was never going to go away.
After Olivia had accepted his proposal, they’d spent much of the rest of Friday shopping, eating and fucking. Saturday was getting ready day, which involved showering, eating and fucking. Then showering again. And now, he was staring at the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Smokey blue eyes and bright red lipstick, matching red dress to go with her honey blonde hair. The dress was perfect – sleeveless, low rounded neck line in the front, her lacy black demi-bra (yeah, she told him what it was called) pushing her breasts up, giving her mounds a pretty fucking sexy swell. The dress hugged her hips and ass and fell to mid-thigh. Tanned bare legs stretched all the way down to her four-inch red stilettos. In those heels, she was almost six feet tall. He imagined himself cornering her at the party, flipping her dress up and pushing her pretty little black panties to the side, and fucking her against a wall.
He shifted. Good thing his suit pants were a little bit loose. She smiled at him over the rim of her glass. Her hair was teased, lots of little fly-abouts but then tucked into a loose side-braid that dangled down her right shoulder. He was going to be hanging onto that braid when he tore her panties off her and fucked her from behind, bent over the sink in the men’s bathroom. Yep. He could see it now. He shifted again. The jewelry was exquisite. Sapphires and diamonds. Not overdone, mostly because she got as skittish as a colt about all the money he was spending on her – his mind and his eyes wandered back to her braid. He shifted again.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Olivia said in a cool, husky voice.
“No pennies in Canada, Blondie.”
“Really?” Her eyes got a little wider, considering this bit of news.
“Really, and I’m happy to give you my thoughts for free. All you gotta do is uncross your legs and maybe spread your thighs a little bit wider.
Olivia smiled playfully but didn’t move. Just took a sip of her champagne and held her gaze steady with his. “You’re the best-looking man I’ve ever seen, Hugo.”
Hugo couldn’t deny it. Not today. He reached across and gave her knee a small squeeze. “You make me look good, Liv.”
They got to mid-town in record time and arrived at Anto’s glass building only a few minutes late. When Anto and Marisol joined them in the limo, Anto guided Marisol next to Hugo than dropped his big-ass body next to Olivia. Hugo made the introductions and watched as Anto sized Olivia up and Olivia sized both Anto and Marisol up and Marisol smiled guardedly.
Anto grinned widely as Olivia shook their hands. “The ladies look beautiful tonight.”
Marisol blushed. Olivia broadened her smile. “So we got a thing to do,” she said.
Marisol said, “What thing?”
At the same time Anto said, “Hugo’s got a thing to do.”
And Hugo growled, “We discussed this, Liv. Your job is to stand around and make Anto look good.”
Which might have been the wrong thing to say as Marisol glanced uncertainly at Olivia then narrowed her eyes at Anto.
“Both your jobs, ladies, is to make me look good.” Anto smiled through his beard and the scar on his cheek. “I already look pretty fucking good. You two are just the gravy.”
Olivia pursed her lips like she wasn’t pleased to be referred to as gravy and Marisol said again, “What thing?” Looking pointedly at Anto.
Anto’s expression froze and his eyes flashed and Marisol dropped her eyes to her hands. Olivia frowned at Anto. Hugo frowned at Olivia.
Anto said, “I already told you, Marisol. Hugo has to meet a guy, keep him busy for a while.”
“Is he heterosexual?” Olivia asked.
“No, Olivia.” Hugo warned her with his eyes.
“No, Olivia, he isn’t heterosexual or no, Olivia, you may not use your amazing skills to attract and distract him?”
Anto roared his laughter and both Olivia and Marisol jumped.
Hugo glared at Olivia. “You fucking behave yourself tonight.” And then it got a little quiet as Olivia pursed her lips and looked out the window of the limo, Marisol dropped her eyes to her hands and Anto sat with his thighs open, his fists on his knees, a grin on his face like he was the fucking godfather.
CHAPTER 31
As they stepped from the limo, Olivia’s eyes brushed Marisol. The pretty redhead was shy and Olivia could see that she was highly uncomfortab
le with the formal social affair. “Come to these often?” Olivia tried to draw her out.
Marisol shook her head. “No. Not when I can avoid them.”
Olivia looked at all the beautiful people milling around and felt like a fraud. “Me neither.” Everyone else stood in that ‘easy money’ posture she was so familiar with in Vegas. These people had money, these people didn’t know what is was like to have to wash their underwear out in the bathroom sink the night before so they had a clean, dry pair to wear the next morning. Marisol was lying when she said she didn’t attend these functions often. Olivia could very clearly see that Marisol was one of the people with money.
A flicker of confusion marred the redhead’s pretty face. “I wouldn’t have thought that. You look exactly like you belong here.”
Olivia grinned, liking Marisol for saying that, forgiving her for being born with money. “Thanks. So do you, Marisol.”
Yup, maybe Marisol didn’t like the big parties, but the woman was elegant and fluid. Awkward and shy, sure, but also had an air about her. She’d done this kind of stuff a million times, it showed in her posture, in the set to her head, the expression on her face. She knew how to stand, she knew what to wear. She was dressed in an elegant shimmering sleeveless silver dress that draped around her narrow curves and fell in fringes to her feet. It was belted at her waist and showed her strong, lithe figure off perfectly. Her strawberry blonde hair was done up into an off-the-neck coiffe. A delicate necklace and a big fucking engagement ring rounded out the ensemble. Side by side, the two women were striking. The four of them looked like they’d won the sweepstakes on beauty, money and power. Olivia found herself getting a little wet in the nether regions.
Canada was so much better than Vegas.
“It’s Mari, please. Anto is the only one who calls me Marisol and I can’t get him to stop.”