Cards of Love: Ace of Swords

by Flite, Nora

  With my mouth suckling her throbbing clit, I pumped my finger inside her. Her nails were digging into my scalp, and her knee dropped to the side. She was so damn tight. I had to take my time before I could fuck her.

  I licked her engorged nub in tight circles, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then backing off again. She was moaning like she was in heat. The power of controlling her orgasm was keeping my cock perpetually solid; it pulsed against my inner thigh.

  I introduced a second finger, pumping slowly, stretching her out and getting her ready for me. My tongue massaged her clit in random motions, keeping her guessing. I could tell she was getting frustrated by the way she kept grabbing my hair and shifting her hips, so I hooked my fingers inside her, up toward her belly button, reaching the spot that I knew would drive her wild.

  I started stroking the bumpy ridge there, and she bolted up, supporting herself on her elbows. Looking up at her, I saw her face contort, the flush from her chest had crept up to her face and her eyes were shut tightly. I couldn't wait any longer to watch her come, so I started a steady rhythm with my tongue on her clit, stroking in and out of her pussy, my fingers thoroughly drenched with her arousal.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whimpered, her hand holding my head firmly between her legs. And I didn’t stop. My eyes cast upward and locked on her face; I was going to sear this moment into my brain.

  The orgasm crashed through her, washing over her body from her thrashing head down to her flexing toes. Her tits thrust forward and her nipples were darker than I’d ever seen them. Liquid lust flowed over my tongue as her pussy contracted around my fingers. She shuddered and collapsed back on the bed with a sigh. I gave her a few more small licks across her clit, until she jerked, too sensitive for contact.

  I crawled up the bed and lay by her side, tracing a finger across her chest. “That was the hottest thing I've ever seen,” I said seriously, smoothing some damp hair away from her forehead.

  She offered a shy smile. “I can tell.” Her eyes flicked to my tented pants. Before I replied she leaned in, kissing me, tasting herself on my tongue. We kissed like that for a while, lazily and slow. I wasn’t sure what would happen next; she looked so sated. I was convincing myself that it had been enough to make her come so hard, to watch her lose herself to me, and that if it didn’t go further, that was okay. But then I felt her hand reaching for my cock and I realized that was all bullshit.

  I wanted to be balls deep in this girl.

  She shimmied down my body, stopping at my hip. In a mere moment she'd yanked my pants and boxers to my knees. Her nails scraped through my pubic hair, then dragged down to my balls. She rolled them between her fingers a few times before she licked me; a single, teasing stroke across the underside of my dick. She licked me again, like a fucking lollipop, and I was grabbing at the blanket beneath me, trying to stop myself from thrusting into her mouth.

  Just then, she took my cock-head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it languidly and humming. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I jutted my hips up, pushing myself a few more inches into her mouth, and she didn’t object. She started sucking me off in a slow rhythm, grasping the base with one hand and squeezing my balls with the other. Her tongue was a fucking miracle, and on every upstroke she hit the sensitive underside of my shaft, sending electricity crackling through my veins. I was getting so close.

  “Not yet,” I grunted. “Not like this.” I reached down and grabbed her under her arms, twisting her body upwards until she got the hint. My muscles she so admired corded tight—I'd positioned her pussy right over my face. What a fucking view.

  I dipped my tongue inside her again; the vibration of her moan traveled through my mouth, my throat, and down into my dick, making me even harder. She was bobbing up and down now, and I could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. I felt a fresh burst of moisture on my face. She was getting close again, and suddenly she sat up, releasing my cock from her lips with a wet pop. Bracing herself with her hands on my thighs, she rode my face like a champ.

  Her body started quaking, and she was saying, again and again, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Keeping my tongue plastered against her clit while she ground against me, my taste-buds tingled, sensing the change in her temperature. Tatiana's body was wracked with tension—this orgasm was sharper than the first, over faster. I squeezed the globes of her ass, rocking her a few more times until she collapsed off of me and onto the bed.

  I moved up her body, positioning my hips between her legs. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down her seam, coating myself in her juices. Resting my forehead against hers I asked, “Are you seriously a virgin?”

  She smirked at me. “Use your big fat brain. What do you think?”

  I think her daddy kept a tight leash on her. For a good reason. This girl... this woman, was incredible. Anyone would fall head over heels trying to get her in the sack. Swallowing, I slid my swollen cock-head across her hungry cunt again. “And you're sure you want me to be the first to do this with you?”

  Tatiana stared for a long minute. Winding her arms around my neck, she nuzzled my cheek. “I feel like if I say yes, you'll still wonder. Instead I'll scream it. With every single stroke.” She arched upwards, pressing her pussy into me until I growled. “Then maybe you'll actually believe me.”

  I drew myself up on my knees and reached across the bed to my nightstand drawer. Taking out a condom, I sheathed myself in one smooth motion. But I wasn’t ready to screw her yet.

  One after the other, I sucked on her tits, taking her nipples between my teeth and gently tugging. She was making small sounds in her throat that drove me insane. “Fuck me, Rolland. I’m ready,” she promised.

  I took in a big breath, nudging my cock at her opening. I eased in, just the tip, and gave her a few short pumps. It was torture not to bury myself to the hilt. Patience, patience, I thought as I strained. I wanted to check in with her but I could barely speak; every ounce of my energy was being used on keeping control.

  The pressure of her virgin walls wasn't something I could describe. Being there was an experience... a dream. A one time act neither of us would get to repeat. Tatiana looked right at me, her chest flaring. “Keep going,” she demanded.

  “It doesn't hurt?” I asked.

  When she shook her head, I grit my teeth and sank in another inch. My cock was being strangled—I was delirious with the need to let the come explode from my balls. They were drawn up tight and heavy against the base of my dick.

  I hoisted her leg up a bit to give me a better angle, fascinated by watching my prick slide deeper into her. I almost went blind with the feeling. Every nerve in my body seemed to concentrate in my dick. There was no way I could go further without hurting her, and I was only halfway in.

  “Deeper Rolland. I won’t break,” she encouraged me. I pulled out almost entirely to the tip and then eased in again slowly, each stroke giving her more, stretching her further until she was shivering. Holding myself perfectly still above her, I searched her eyes for some clue she was ready for all of my girth.

  When her hips started moving beneath me, I broke. I grabbed her by the rib-cage and sank in to my hilt. Tatiana gasped, her breasts arching for the ceiling. I threw my head back and shouted with bliss. This was it, we were fully joined. One pump, two—I fucked her like she was a real woman, not a fragile porcelain doll. “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  I rolled her over so she was on top of me. She braced herself with her hands on my chest, looking down to where we were joined. After a beat, she settled herself completely on top of me. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen; my dick disappearing into her virgin pussy.

  She rocked back and forth, lifting her hips up and bringing them back down in a slow rhythm. I let her lead for as long as I could. The ache in my balls was excruciating. I reached out to pet her clit, anything to distract me from the violent urge I felt to thrust up into her, pound her until I came inside her. I immediately felt that
familiar quivering. She was so reactive.

  I was at the point of no return, and I knew she was too. With her head thrown back, she milked me through another climax. Heat swam in my lower belly as I tensed, my orgasm on the cusp. Her shoulders buckled forward and only then did I allow myself to come, harder than I ever had before. I brought her down on top of me, crashing into her mouth with a violent kiss, swallowing the moan that was on her lips.

  We remained like that for what seemed like forever, neither of us speaking or moving. Eventually I had to get up to throw away the condom, and I gently moved her to the side and scurried to the bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror above the sink. Sweat stained my brow, my hair was tangled in damp waves. She'd left tiny half-moon nail marks all over my skin.

  I loved it... but then uncertainty bubbled up, like something raw and dangerous dug free from the center of the Earth. This was a mixture of contradictory feelings. I knew I'd made a mistake. But for once?

  I didn't fucking care.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning I had one task on my mind. I couldn’t resolve my feelings for Tatiana quickly, but I could definitely use some creative math to hide the fact we’d gone over budget at Barneys.

  I didn’t have the heart to tell Tatiana to return her overpriced dressing gown, and even if she would agree to, there was the small matter of the come stain on it. I knew Tatiana got the VIP treatment at Barneys, but I didn’t think they’d be that accommodating, even for a Montalla.

  I couldn’t let Sergio know we'd gone over budget. For one thing, I didn’t want him on Tatiana’s case. More importantly, I wanted Sergio to trust me; trust me with his finances and also with his daughter. If he knew that I’d allowed Tatiana to spend so much, he may have the inkling that something was up between the two of us. And that couldn’t happen.

  Quickly making a pot of coffee for Tatiana to wake up to, I snatched my keys, jumped into my car, and drove to the office. If she needed anything, she'd text me. Part of me expected her to get dressed and scramble home the second she remembered where she was.

  Or would she be waiting for me when I got back?

  Half-dressed, newly ruined pussy waiting for another round, and we—no. I had to fix one mess first before I got caught up in another.

  Walking into my office was the favorite part of my day. As soon as I saw my neatly organized desk, everything in its place where I’d left it the day before, I was flooded with a familiar peaceful feeling. I was good at what I did. That gave me confidence, which I needed right now.

  I opened my laptop and pulled up Sergio’s account. With a few clicks of the mouse, I retrieved the Amex statement. Tatiana’s card was under the same account as her father’s. I scanned the recent charges. For all of Sergio’s talk about tightening his purse strings, it was clear he was full of hot air. The Barneys purchase didn’t stand out in the list of charges. In fact, there was a recent charge from Brooks Brothers that exceeded Tatiana’s. The old man was obsessed with luxury goods. The gold encrusted apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

  As long as Sergio doesn't directly ask me about the shopping trip, he won't notice the overspending. Fuck, had I been so worried over nothing? No, she really did waste too much money. Normally that would strike me as terrible. Somehow, when I remembered Tatiana wearing that gown, her breasts displayed for me... it was a struggle to get mad.

  Comforted that, for now, both I and Tatiana were off the hook, I decided to do some real work. It was the only way to soothe my guilt towards Sergio. I cracked open the files that Marcus had left on my desk. It had taken him days to get me these, and I’d been frustrated with the delay. Sergio was giving me more responsibly, and today, I was going to familiarize myself with the Montalla Shipping Division, his flagship company.

  Sergio’s corporation had started with a single truck. He told the story frequently and with pride. In his youth he was a truck driver, making the same route every week, delivering heavy machinery throughout the state. But when Tatiana was just three years old, tragedy struck when her mother died from a sudden heart attack.

  He knew he couldn’t continue driving as a single father, so he used the insurance money from his wife’s policy and bought his own, then paid for a driver. Through persistence and hard work, he undercut the competition and earned trust, securing a few lucrative long haul routes and building his business steadily with a team of drivers.

  His determination to provide for Tatiana urged him on. She may not have had her mother anymore, but he would give her the world. Smart financial advisers, instinct and luck had made him one of the wealthiest men in the state in just fifteen years.

  I started reviewing the last few quarterly reports, feeling calm as the numbers floated pleasantly in front of my eyes. Everything seemed in order, but I always liked to look at data from several perspectives, so I opened my laptop to graph the expenses and profits to see if I could find any room for improvement. I was in my zone. X axis. Y axis. Inputting numbers and watching them come to life on my computer screen. After yesterday’s storm of unpredictable emotions and events, this activity calmed me. I found myself humming, thoroughly enjoying my work.

  But then I saw something that bothered me. Little kinks every few months in the expense curve. Had I inputted the numbers incorrectly? My skin started itching unpleasantly looking at the anomalies and not understanding where I’d made a mistake. The numbers weren’t making sense.

  I scrapped my model and started again, paying closer attention to my work. After the fourth rendering of the graph, each one displaying the same discrepancy, I was certain I hadn’t made an error.

  I took the elevator upstarts to the filing room. It was an enormous labyrinth of cabinets, lit by overhead fluorescent lights. I was surprised when I first joined the company that so much of Sergio’s records were exclusively on paper. I’d taken to the habit of digitizing every record I worked with as I went along, and it irked me that the rest of the employees weren’t doing the same. The system was senseless and outdated.

  It took me half an hour to find the cabinets marked Montalla Shipping Div., and another half an hour to pull all the records I’d need to make sense of the numbers I’d read downstairs. I loaded them into a box and went back to my office, eager to lose this gut feeling of paranoia.

  I worked straight until the setting sun was streaming through my office windows, casting an orange glow across the piles of papers in front of me. It took three more trips up to the filing room, but I’d finally gotten to the bottom of this puzzle.

  Montalla Shipping Division was siphoning money.

  To where, by whom, I couldn’t be sure, but I had discovered deep in the records a dummy vendor who was being paid monthly for services or goods that were nonexistent. I’d discovered the same fraud in two other Montalla companies, the frozen food division and the Chinese import division. Each of the dummy vendors' names was almost identical to a real vendors' name, so it made sense the deceit could go undetected.

  I knew Sergio’s early business bordered on the unsavory, that was a given in the trucking industry, especially when you’re first starting out, but nothing about him suggested to me that he was a dishonest businessman. I knew he paid his taxes. In fact, he hired a new CPA at my advice because I felt his other one was taking too many deductions that could raise red flags.

  I’d never heard from any vendors or contractors that they weren’t paid on time or that they hadn’t been treated with the utmost professional respect. Everything I knew about him as a businessman didn’t jive with this fraud.

  His personal life... well that was a different story.

  He was an extravagant man, I knew that, obsessed with his wealth and maintaining it. His daughter’s future meant everything to him. The fear of leaving her without any parent plagued him, and made him plan meticulously for her financial future.

  But it also wasn’t a well-guarded secret that Sergio had women. There were a string of hotel charges on that AmEx account that di
dn’t come as a surprise to me. He’d never publicly stepped out with someone on his arm since Tatiana’s mother died, but he wasn’t a monk.

  I was getting that buzzy feeling again—my clothes seemed too tight. I needed more information but I didn’t know where to turn. I wouldn’t confront Sergio with my suspicions, I didn’t have enough information to be confident he was involved. I had to play this carefully, collect more data before I came to a conclusion. But how? As I was rubbing the bridge of my nose and surveying the mess of files I’d need to return upstairs, my phone buzzed. Tatiana. Maybe that was my answer.

  Picking up, I put the device to my ear. It was icy cold on my hot skin. “Hey, Tatiana. I was just thinking about you.”

  “Convenient. Thanks for the coffee this morning.”

  I glanced at the time. Fuck, was it that late already? “It was the least I could offer. I'm no five star hotel.” Hotels. Ugh. Now I was back to thinking about Sergio's shady activities.

  Tatiana chuckled sweetly. Her voice was so soothing, I needed to drink it up in big gulps. “Speaking of, I haven't eaten yet. There's a great Greek restaurant in the Hilton near your place,” she purred. Was she still at my apartment? “Meet me, Rolland? We can talk and relax a bit.”

  “I'll be there in ten,” I said.

  I wasn't going to be able to relax.

  But I did need to talk.

  ****

  I was waiting outside the restaurant when Tatiana walked up. I guess my mind had been so occupied thinking about Sergio’s business dealing, that I’d forgotten the effect Tatiana had on me. Instantly my senses were flooded. I remembered every noise, every movement, every inch of her skin that I’d licked and explored in my bed the other day.

  She stood in front of me in a yellow jumpsuit, but she may as well have been naked. I was momentarily paralyzed with the memories, and caught between two worlds: wanting information about her father and wanting to skip dinner all together and feast on her.