Blue Diamond

by Dawn Umrie

  He glances up after he locks the deadbolt. “What?”

  I wave him off. “Just thinking about your knife twirling act that day when I kicked that door shut.”

  He smirks at me and weaves his fingers through mine. “There was absolutely no twirling involved.”

  “In my mind, there was twirling.”

  He raises one eyebrow. “I will show you twirling tonight.”

  I laugh loudly, finding that visual hysterical.

  We walk out of the hallway and I could feel the music’s base in my chest. The place is already in full swing even though it’s still early, according to bar-time.

  Phenomenal blue lighting makes Blue Diamond look like an ice cavern. Trish did a spectacular job designing a flowing space for people to move around and interact. She situated large booths and tables around the entire room, giving everyone a 360-degree view of the dance floor.

  Seth leads me through a hidden doorway in the wall to the VIP room where there are large white couches, oval tables, and white sheer curtains. Brook and Mike both get up when they see us. On the table are glasses with two silver ice buckets holding wine and champagne.

  Brook and I squeal while we rock back and forth in a hug. We bought our dresses together this week, and she looks amazing in her little blue off the shoulder number.

  Mike shakes Seth’s hand, “Man, I can’t get over this place. I feel like I’m in Vegas.”

  “It turned out better than I could have imagined,” Seth says while examining the room further.

  Trish comes over to our table just then. “I’m glad the owner approves.”

  Seth kisses her on the cheek. “He does. You’ve outdone yourself. Thank you, again.”

  We all greet Trish and tell her what a fantastic job she’s done. She looks proud, as well she should.

  Mike and Brook get up just as Seth’s sister and her date approach the table. They say hello before Mike announced how he was going to give his girl a whirl around the new dance floor.

  I was saddened to hear earlier that the big lug won’t be working with us anymore. I knew he only stayed to keep an eye on us, but now that Seth has more than enough security, and Mike’s business has taken off, there’s really no reason for him to stay. Mike keeps hounding Brook to work for him, so who knows how long she’ll stay too.

  Seth gets up to give his sister a hug and I automatically do the same. Her guy friend is really cute as well.

  Sylvia is glowing when she looks over at the tall guy with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes.

  “Liam, this is my brother, Seth,” Sylvia says, looking between the two.

  Liam leans in to shake Seth’s hand. “Seth, nice to finally meet you. Great place you’ve got here.”

  “Thanks. It’s good to meet you.” Seth says while holding his hand a few seconds longer than what is probably acceptable, and Sylvia rolls her eyes, obviously seeing the brotherly power play in action.

  She continues un-phased, although her guy friend seems slightly thrown off. “And this is my brother’s girlfriend, Merissa.”

  Liam smiles at me, showing off his perfect teeth. “Hi, Merissa, nice to meet you.”

  I reach for his hand and shake it. “Nice to meet you, too,” I say before nudging Seth with my elbow. “Isn’t it great that he’s able to accompany Sylvia tonight?”

  He stands up straight, putting his hand around the back of my neck. “Yeah, great, but I hope you understand that as her brother, I’m obligated to give you fair warning. You hurt her… I hurt you. Now, let me pour you a drink.”

  Seth slaps Liam on the back while Sylvia sticks her tongue out at him. I’m laughing at his protectiveness towards his sister who is a grown ass woman.

  * * *

  The drinks are flowing, we’re all having a wonderful time, and especially when listening to stories Trish tells us of the few blunders that happened while the bar was going through its makeover.

  I hear Nate’s voice boom announcing his arrival. “What up, party people in the house! Come on VIP’s, the par-tay is out there. Plus, Bob is hanging out with Mr. Huxley, so I told him I’d be right back.”

  I rub Seth’s arm to get his attention, and he bends his ear down to me. “Hey, I want to go see Mr. Huxley, okay.” I’ve missed him so much, not having seen him since the bar closed.

  He kisses me softly, and I see Sylvia give me the thumbs up when I get up.

  “I’ll be out there in a few, go on, sweetheart.”

  He slaps me on the ass as I pass in front of him. I look at him over my shoulder and blow him a kiss, but the surprise is when he freakin’ catches it and fists his heart.

  I am completely smitten.

  Nathan holds his arm out and I grab it and walk out of the private area to one of pure energy so thick, it’s making my skin sizzle, or maybe that’s from the champagne. Either way, I’m enjoying the buzz. Nate excuses himself to the restroom while I look for Mr. Huxley.

  Sitting on a bar stool, my heart warms. “Mr. Huxley! I’ve missed you.” I say and give him a big hug.

  He hugs me and pats my back. “You, too, honey.”

  “So, what do you think of the place?” I ask while looking at all the people grinding on the dance floor.

  “It’s more alive in here than I am, that’s for sure.”

  I laugh at him like I always do, but I was completely shocked when he introduced me to Mrs. Huxley, who walked up to us. She’s a lovely lady with beautiful hair as white as snow and eyes like a stormy sky. When Nate returned, Mr. Huxley told us he was going to finish his drink, get in a Fox Trot, then take his lady home.

  “Where’s Bob?” I say to Nate.

  “He went to the VIP room, probably to drool over your beau. Let’s go dance. This song is my jam.”

  Nate grabs my hand and pulls me toward the dance floor while I struggle to keep up with his long strides. Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” (Put a ring on it) literally has all the single the ladies in the room flocking together. The floor, alternating and swirling color like a kaleidoscope.

  The two of us are moving together in a mock dirty dance, and I am laughing so much. I’m getting twirled, dipped… and kind of’ molested—but it’s Nate, and anything done with him is an adventure in and of itself. The song comes to an end and Imagine Dragon’s “Whatever it Takes,” plays. Nathan bows with his arm outstretched like he’s formally requesting a dance. I laugh and take his hand in mine, while we medium dance since it’s not a slow song.

  I look over Nate’s shoulder and see Mr. Huxley and his wife doing a killer Fox Trot. They don’t seem to mind the non-traditional music they’ve decided to pair the very traditional dance with. After fifty some odd years that they’ve been married, the music is secondary to the music in their hearts.

  Seth and Trish come up alongside us dancing, so Nate decides to show off by dipping me yet again. Seth’s head goes back in a laugh and I have tunnel vision suddenly. His laugh grips my heart from a distance, even when I can’t hear the sound of it over the loud music.

  But, I feel it.

  Nate and I turn my chin on his shoulder following Seth. He winks at me and I smile back.

  The song ends, and Seth comes over with Trish. “May I have this dance?” he says to Nate and takes my hand.

  Nate talks loud over the beat blaring through the speakers. “Sure, Mr. V, I don’t think my Bob would mind if we do.”

  I swear he’s going to make me pee one of these days. We all enjoy his joke, although it might not be one.

  Nate grabs hold of Trish. “Let’s go V.I.P, Trish.”

  We’re standing hand in hand in the middle of a bunch of spinning bodies. The sensual beat is coursing through my veins along with the heat of his stare, while The Weekend’s “Call out My Name” continues to play. He draws me close until we become one, his hands slink slowly down my back until they grip my hips. My arms go around his broad shoulders as we begin to move, and everyone else fades away.

  No one else exists.

  Nothin
g else matters.

  His roaming hands are sending shock waves up and down my spine as I rub my fingers along the back of his neck. Our eyes haven’t lost contact as we convey our feelings for one another through this dance.

  I guide his head down and I put my lips against his neck, placing kisses in a trail.

  He nuzzles my neck, letting his teeth graze along my sensitive flesh.

  I’m lost.

  I’m found.

  He speaks into my ear, his voice like velvet. “Let’s go say goodbye to everyone, baby.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Seth

  Dancing with Merissa was a true test of my self-control. Feeling her curves, the way her body molded to mine like she was made to fit my own perfectly. After her plump lips made contact with my skin, I was on fire, knowing then that I was losing my battle to restrain myself. My need to love her with my mouth, my hands, and body, so strong that I physically ached with the craving.

  We arrived back at her house in a comfortable silence, the air between us crackling with electricity. My hand braces her elbow in support as she slips out of her shoes and I do the same. We don’t utter a single word, but we’re still communicating.

  I walk into her bathroom and begin running a bath as I sit on the edge of the tub, my fingers catching the stream, making it hotter than what would be comfortable, knowing we won’t be entering it right away.

  Soft music begins playing and I smile at how in-sync we always seem to be. She enters the bathroom with two towels in hand and places them next to the tub, not having asked if I was going in with her. She knew that I was.

  She’s standing in the middle of the room looking at the water pouring out of the faucet, her arms hugging herself. I get up, and our eyes instantly lock. Without her heels on, I tower over her petite frame, so small next to mine. I place my hands on her shoulders, her chest moving up and down more rapidly as her breathing increases.

  So receptive… so sweet. I kiss her lips softly, tenderly. “Turn around, sweetheart.” The only words said for the longest time and they came out hoarse.

  I unzip her dress, opening it to reveal the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt, cool to the touch as my warm palms glide over her exposed back. I press my hardness against her lower back letting her know how she stirs every need in me. My cock is straining against my zipper wanting her mouth on me, wanting to sink so deep into her wetness.

  I hear her soft moan and it slides over me like a warm caress. Trying to take my time with her is proving difficult, but I’m determined to draw this out… to savor it.

  To savor every inch of her.

  She helped me remove her dress, now standing in a white lace bra and panties, so pure. It calls to the part of me that wants to do very dirty things to ruin the air of innocence they represent.

  She turns back around, her fingers undoing the buttons of my shirt, carefully removing my diamond cufflinks and sidestepping to place them on top of a shelf while I turn the faucet off. Removing my shirt, I let it drop to the tile floor, then undo my belt and remove my pants. She stops me from removing my boxers while my eyes find her tits, the mounds rising above the cups of her bra. I’m itching to use my tongue—my teeth… to leave marks on her unblemished skin, but I give her the control… for now.

  She places her small hands on my waistband and begins to slide my boxers down my legs, kneeling onto the bath rug at the same time. She stares at my cock, hard and ready—a bead of come forming on the tip.

  I’m shackled to this spot like her prisoner with no desire to be set free, as I watch her back muscles flex with movement. She looks up at me through her long black eyelashes as if seeking permission, and who am I to deny her what we both want.

  I bite my bottom lip as her tongue tentatively licks the head. “Fuck, baby.”

  With one hand holding my thigh, the other fisted around the base of my cock, she licks around the head while pumping me slowly. I separate my legs more to brace myself as she takes me into her warm wet mouth. Her lips feel so silky as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat while her fist glides smoothly up and down the wetness from the base back to the tip, squeezing tighter when she reaches the head.

  I could feel the vibrations from her moan while I fill her mouth, my hips thrusting in rhythm to her taking me in and out. I weave my fingers through her hair, tugging on the strands as she cups my balls softly in her hand and lets me fuck her sweet mouth.

  I back up, not wanting to come until I’m deep inside of her. She releases me with a pop, my hands wrapped around her upper arms lifting her back up. Reaching behind her, she undoes the clasp of her bra, her nipples standing erect. I bow my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking, nipping, laving at it with my tongue while my other hand kneads her other breast, stimulating her peak between my fingers, then switching places, giving them equal worship.

  Her back arches, pressing her chest harder into my mouth, her hands tangled in my hair. I place a last kiss on each of her beautiful tits and stand to my full height.

  Clearing my throat, “Sit on the edge of the tub, put one leg up and show me your pretty pussy.”

  She walks over to the tub, her perfect heart-shaped ass swaying back and forth as she does just that, no question asked. Her pussy is on full display for me, glistening with her arousal. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. So ready for me. I’m dying to taste you on my tongue.”

  “Seth—” she says on a plea.

  I crouch down and slide my hands from her ankles, up to her calves, over her knees, until I reach her inner thighs. My finger traces over her opening through her wetness.

  She grabs my arm and digs her nails while she says the word, “Yes” under her breath.

  My tongue licks her clit in a circular motion the same way as when I’m kissing her lips and our tongues meet. I insert my middle finger inside of her, guiding it in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. She moans my name releasing my arm and placing her hand on top of my head, running her fingernails over my scalp.

  Hearing my name come out of her mouth in pleasure is my undoing.

  Adding a second finger, I curl them, hitting that spot repeatedly that I’ve learned makes her crazy. I don’t increase the speed, wanting to keep her right at the edge without sending her on a free-fall.

  Not yet.

  I suck her clit at the same time, gently nipping at it with my teeth. She cries out low and throaty, her voice drenched with lust.

  I remove my fingers and hear her groan. I smile against her using the flat of my tongue instead. My thumbs keeping her open while I continue fucking her with my tongue. She tilts herself up and down against my mouth, watching me taste what’s mine.

  I pause just for a second. “That’s it, baby. Ride my tongue.”

  She’s panting, her body flushed. “Oh, God, Seth. Please.” I feel her pussy tighten against my tongue, her body beginning to shudder as she lets out a whimper that increases in volume. I hold her still while she comes apart and surrenders to the feeling while I slow my movements and collect her orgasm on my tongue.

  Since she’s on the pill, there’s no break in our connection because, right now, I’m a man overcome with a hunger that only she can satisfy. “Turn around and hold on to the tub, sweetheart,” I whisper.

  I place one hand on her hip, holding myself in my other hand gliding my cock up and down her wetness to coat it before entering her in one long, hard thrust until my thighs slap against her ass. My fingers reach around to pinch her nipples as I begin thrusting in an out.

  “Mm, right there. Baby, yes,” she says on an exhalation and it makes me wild when she calls me baby during sex.

  I’m digging my fingers into her hips as I take her from behind, watching her ass push back against me.

  “You feel so fuckin’ good. Play with your clit for me, baby.”

  She reaches down where our bodies meet and the sight of it has me ready to blow my load.

  Not wanting to come before her, “Baby, I’m so close, are
you there with me?”

  “Yesss,” she gasps while her hand moves faster.

  I grab a handful of her hair to turn her head to the side, so I could see her face while my cock plunges in and out her, ready to erupt at any second.

  “OH, yesssss,” she hisses.

  Her pussy contracts around my cock, pulsating around it, at the same time feeling the tingling awareness of my own release escalating.

  I throw my head back. “Merissa… fuuuck.”

  My body tenses as I come deep inside of her, pushing with my hips a couple more times before draping myself over her back and hugging her middle.

  She sighs. “I can’t move… nor, do I want to. That… was…”

  I whisper. “Yeah… to all of that.”

  Merissa’s hand reaches into the bathtub while I place a kiss in the middle of her back. “The water is cold,” she says while giggling.

  “How about I run the shower instead.”

  Merissa

  At least we got into the shower before the second round began. My body is sore in the best possible way— and now I’m exhausted. Seth is already under the sheet, sitting up against the headboard checking his emails. I could get used to him next to me in bed as I take in his hair slicked back, still wet from the shower, his black tattoos a stark contrast against my white sheets and his rippling bare chest.

  He looks up from his phone. “Keep looking at me like that and there will be another go, this time not involving water.”

  “Looking at you how?” I feign ignorance.

  He tilts his head to the side. “Like I’m looking at you right now, angel.”

  Holy shit… he’s never called me angel, and I like it— I like it a lot.

  I suck my lip in and get under the sheet while he puts his phone on the table and turns the lamp off. I scoot over to him; his arm opens before he draws me closer. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my back with his fingers.