by S. J. Smith
“That is quite enticing,” he said, reaching out to feel the exquisite cloth.
“Not yet,” she answered, slapping his hand. He was rich, and she was his, but Darlene wanted to assert herself. She smiled at him, teasingly, thinking of his wealth. Detroit guys could never even afford Armani, she thought, unless they were in the mob.
Wait. Could he be in the mob? Darlene nearly smacked herself in the face because she couldn’t believe how dumb she could be. I cannot fall in love with another mafia man. She had made that decision years ago.
“Pete, there is something I have to ask you,” Darlene whispered. She was now lying on her right hip, her ass pointed toward Pete. Her batting eyes made her look irresistible to him.
“I hope you’re going to ask me if I like it rough,” he answered. His smile had grown wicked looking down at the sweet, curvaceous body below him. Her dark, curly hair called to his hands. He wanted to lace his fingers around her curls and pull down while he fucked her hard.
“Actually, no,” Darlene said. “I just wanted to make sure what you do for a living. Are you just a realtor or do you do anything else? Hobbies? Side project?”
“What’s with the third degree?” Pete asked. His impulse was to draw his hand back, but he didn’t want to lose the progress he’d been making with this gorgeous woman. “Sorry,” he said quickly, trying to catch his mistake. “I do some other things. I like film, for example. I love making movies, but the kind of movies I like to make aren’t exactly what people like to watch anymore.”
“What kind of movies do you like to make?” Darlene asked. Her curiosity was piqued; her vagina was soaked and dripping into the bedsheet.
“Monster movies,” Pete laughed. “The bigger the monster, the better. Darlene couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Could he really have been the man she was waiting for her whole life?
“So you’re a filmmaker, or what?” she asked, taking her thong off to reveal her bare pussy to Pete.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he answered. “It’s kind of hard to break into the film industry, you know. I have some connections, but there is a lot of hustle out here. It’s easier if I make some rental income. Then I can finance my film projects.”
“Well it sounds like you’re a busy man with big dreams,” Darlene smiled. She wanted to get the small talk over with and get Pete’s dick inside her. “I’m a busy woman who craves a big cock. You gonna give me what I want?”
“So it’s starting to sound like I’ve earned you. Have I?” Pete said. Darlene couldn’t take it anymore. They had done enough talking. She reached down and grabbed his penis with her fingertips. She knew that her fingertips were hot because she’d been rubbing them against her clit while Pete was talking. She hoped the heat from her hands would translate to his dick, and that he could start to crave the moisture inside her.
“Grab it, baby,” Pete said. “Do what you want with it.”
“I’m about to shove it inside me if you don’t do it first,” she said.
Pete released his cock from her grasp and flopped downward so that his belly was on the bed. Now that he knew she was primed and ready, he rushed his lips toward her pussy and opened his mouth wide. When his tongue grazed against her pink flesh, she moaned, having to bite her finger so that she wouldn’t get to loud.
“Don’t hold back,” Pete said, lapping away at her pussy. “I want you to be loud. I want to taste you. I’m going to fuck you, but I need to eat you out first.”
“Okay.” Darlene wasn’t going to argue with the man. If he wanted to dine on her clean and waxed vagina, then who was she to stop him? She wasn’t used to letting herself be loud during sex. Now that she thought about it, this would be her first time having sex in Los Angeles.
Pete kept his tongue going in circles, and Darlene couldn’t help but throw her head back into the squishy pillow just to ground herself. She grasped the bedsheets, and let Pete take control of her. While tonguing her pussy, Pete also massaged Darlene’s thighs with his hands, and tickled her soft skin. He wanted to be gentle with her at first so he could work her up and be rough with her later.
Darlene looked down to see Pete’s eyes rolled back in delight. She could tell that his facial expression was a subconscious way of expressing the sheer pleasure he was in. As Pete rolled his tongue around her clit, he couldn’t help but get lost his task. Darlene gushed with warm wetness, and Pete slid his index finger inside of her. As soon as his fingertip was in, another moan escaped the woman’s mouth. Pushing his finger deep into her, he marveled at how tight yet slippery her insides were.
He inserted a second finger, and then a third. Darlene writhed at his touch.
“Ohh,” Darlene gasped. “I wanna grind on your face!”
Pete nodded yes, moaning for her to let her know that he really wanted that. She placed both hands on the back of his head and thrust her crotch forward. Her clit moved upward, and then downward against his tongue.
“Hold it still,” she said. “Hold your tongue still.” At that moment Pete’s tongue was formed in an awkward Q shape, but if it was going to get her off then he could hold it for a moment. Darlene smiled, and said, “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Although she wanted him to hold his tongue still, he continued to insert his fingers into her slowly, and then pull them out just as slowly. They were sopping wet, warm and slippery. Repeating the process, Pete inhaled every time Darlene pulled her crotch back, and he exhaled onto her pussy when she thrust it forward again.
“That’s it, Pete,” Darlene moaned. He liked the way that she felt the need to make him work for it, even though deep down Pete knew that his charm was enough to get her. However, he still liked to toy with her. He liked to learn what made a woman get off. In Pete’s experience, every woman was different. They all had a different turn on. Some women liked to be told what to do. Some women liked to be quiet. This woman liked to take charge and feel powerful. He could let her feel powerful.
If that was how she wanted it, he would be a little more forceful. He increased the speed of his fingers entering in and out of her. He was right—the change in pace made her start grinding harder. And faster, as well.
“I’m going to come,” Darlene said. Any sense of pleasure from her voice had disappeared. The fact was that her body was in such a high state of erotic tension that it became impossible for her to express any emotion. The words were merely a signal to let Pete know that he was on the right track, and that if he had any intention of changing up his pattern she would lose her groove.
“Don’t you fucking change a thing,” she said. Her tone was firm, commanding. At this point Pete wasn’t continuing in order to release her orgasm—he was continuing because he was afraid of how her tone would become if he broke her stride. The way her legs were shaking made Pete think that perhaps Darlene hadn’t had an orgasm in a while. Hell, maybe she hadn’t even been with a man in a while.
“Wow, it’s going to happen,” Darlene said in the same monotone voice.
Give it to me, baby, Pete thought. He couldn’t wait to the volcano erupt.
First, Darlene’s thighs started to jiggle, as though she herself was not in control of them. Then her hands started tapping the bed. Pete knew the hot lava would soon release because all the way from her pussy he could hear Darlene’s teeth chattering. Before long the warm fluid squirted out of the crevice between her pussy lips, all over Pete’s mouth and face.
He had to make his tongue go lower so that he could taste every drop of her. “This is amazing,” Darlene moaned. Pete kept lapping and lapping until she had to force him off of her because the pleasure was too intense. At that point Darlene’s body went so limp, that when Pete crawled on top of her, all she could say was, “Give it to me.”
*****
When Darlene woke up the next day Pete was already gone. There wasn’t a trace of him left in the apartment, not even a sock. She even tried skimming the bed for one of his thick dark hairs and couldn’t even come
up with one. For a moment Darlene even considered the possibility that having sex with Pete might have been a dream.
No, it couldn’t have been a dream, she thought. He made me orgasm twice, and I remember feel him come all over my stomach when he finished. It was hot, steamy, and passionate. Everything she’d wanted in bed. She didn’t want it to be a one-night stand, but knew that she’d be seeing Pete again at some point when she had to pay rent.
When she put it like that, suddenly it seemed a bit wrong. I cannot be having a sexual relationship with my landlord, she thought. Darlene put the night back together, replayed the whole thing in her head, and convinced herself that even though she and Pete had a very sexy game of cat and mouse going, she knew that the electricity between them was real.
Darlene decided not to shower that morning, make a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and butter, and go out the door so she could start looking for a job. They’d done the paperwork on the apartment before Pete had left. It was nice of him to let her rent the place out without her having a record of employment in Los Angeles. Then again, she was sleeping with him.
Before she had a chance to even walk out the door, Pete rushed inside using his own key. Was that crossing the line? She’d already signed the lease for the apartment.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s something I have to talk to you about, Darlene,” he stuttered. “You asked what I do. I had to tell you something else. I’m crooked, Darlene. It’s not just movies. I’m in the mafia. I’m a mob guy. And we need to get out of here right now, Darlene. There is a dead guy in this apartment. In the parlor. My boss made some guys put him there, Darlene. He wanted me to rent this place out and pin the blame on the renter, but I can’t do that to you. I like you, Darlene. Maybe even more than like you.”
“What?? Is this some kind of joke?”
“No, it’s not a joke. The reason I left this last night is because I had to get some money. I don’t want to explain how I got it, but it ain’t exactly legal. I gotta make a decision, Darlene. Are you the type of woman that would run with me?”
Darlene knew that something like this was bound to happen. She couldn’t escape her past. It was impossible. She could almost imagine her father saying how he approved of Pete. He’d like a guy like him.
“How much money?” Darlene asked. She wanted to take her mind off of the insane news that there was dead guy in the apartment.
“It’s in a couple sacks.”
Darlene gasped. “What do we do?”
“We gotta get on a boat and go beyond the coast. It’s the only place my boss won’t look.”
Darlene didn’t know what to do. Everything was happening so fast, and she couldn’t make sense of it.
*****
On the way to the coast, Pete got a call from his boss. At first Pete didn’t want to answer it, but Darlene knew what kind of trouble he could be in, and she forced him to.
While Pete had his boss on the line, Darlene couldn’t help but overhear. It sounded like the guy was congratulating Pete for some reason. It looked like Pete was sweating behind the wheel.
When they pulled up to the marina, Pete motioned for her to get out of the car. He led her to his boat, a large luxury yacht. She waited for him there while he walked up and down the dock.
The sun started to set, turning the sky a shade of turquoise mixed with peach. It seemed so beautiful in this dangerous, tense time.
When Pete returned, he had a confused smile on his face.
“He says he wants me to be the new boss. He says he’s moving to San Francisco, and that the stunt I pulled, in conjunction with what we did with Tony made him see me as someone who can handle things.
Darlene remained silent. She didn’t know how to respond to Pete’s “good news”. He seemed pretty proud about the whole thing, and once they were far off shore he popped a bottle of champagne.
Enough was enough. Darlene wanted out, even if Pete worked for the type of guys that might kill her for leaving. She went for the money, with the plan to throw it into the sea. She didn’t care anymore. She’d had enough of the mafia lifestyle. She couldn’t escape it in Detroit, and she couldn’t escape it across the country. Now here she was in a boat off the coast of the Pacific with one of the biggest upcoming crime bosses in Los Angeles.
“Wait, Darlene!” said Pete, desperately. “I didn’t want it to be this way. I didn’t expect Vic to promote me. I didn’t know he was moving to San Francisco.”
“You don’t have to be a crime boss if you don’t want to be, Pete!” Darlene cried, hovering over the money.
“Don’t throw that money in the ocean, Darlene,” Pete said. “You know that we can use that money. I know I don’t have to be a crime boss but right now I don’t know any other way. Maybe we can use that money to start fresh somewhere else. I don’t know if it’s possible, but for you I’m willing to try to leave this life behind.”
Darlene knew just as well as he did that it was damn near impossible to get out of the mafia. With as much experience that Pete had working for Vic, Pete would be as good as dead if he tried to pack up and leave town.
Darlene moved the sack of money from over the ledge and dropped it onto the floor of the boat. She couldn’t help but start to sob. With the stacks of cash spilled out on the boat floor, it was like she was making a definite decision in her life.
Pete knew to walk over to Darlene, put his arms around her, and kiss her cheek. They had only been intimate once, but Pete had never been so in love with a woman before. Darlene was smart, creative, business savvy, and even liked monster movies. She was the type of woman who could look sexy at dinner, and play naughty in the bedroom. She was probably a great cook. She had her own dreams, passions and ambitions. Never in Pete’s life had he wanted to help another person achieve their own dreams.
It can only be one thing, he thought. I love her.
“What do you want me to do?” Pete asked her. The wind whistled as the breeze from the ocean brushed Darlene’s hair into Pete’s face. It smelled like her lilac shampoo.
“I don’t know, Pete,” she said, burying her head into his shoulders. Her body shivered from the cool sea air, despite Pete’s closeness. Pete took his Armani jacket off to drape it around her bare shoulders.
“I told you that my father is involved with the Detroit mob,” she said, finally warming up with the silky material against her skin. “When I moved here I decided to put the mob behind me. But now I’m starting to think that it’s forever going to be a part of me. I thought it was something I had to escape. But you’re starting to make me think it’s something I should embrace.”
“I never knew that you felt that way, Darlene,” Pete stammered. “The last thing I ever imagined was dragging you into this life.”
“No, Pete, you don’t understand,” she whispered. “You’re not dragging me into anything. I knew what you did. Sure, you may have hidden the truth at first, but you did come clean. I respect that about you. You didn’t want to lie to me once you knew that you loved me.”
Pete couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So you’re saying that you want to live like this?” he asked. Pulling his head away from her, he stared into her moonlit eyes. The gleam in her eyes was like the stars themselves reflecting back at him. “I’ll give you any kind of life you could imagine, Darlene. We can L.A, we can leave the country.”
Darlene laughed into Pete’s chest. The comfort of his warmth returned to her. Now the boat no longer seemed like something on which she was jettisoned. Darlene imagined the boat as their own private island. The lights of the city were so far off that she could barely make them out unless she squinted her eyes.
“That’s some proposition,” Darlene smiled.
“Darlene, if you want me to, I can run things here for Vic. It’s going to be a big responsibility. I have big shoes to fill. And I think what I’m telling you is that if I’m going to be a strong man, I’m going to need a strong woman around in my life. A woman like yo
u.”
Darlene blushed, but was also dumbfounded. She wondered, is this some kind of marriage proposal? Until this point, Darlene never considered the idea that Pete wanted something long-term with her. There was no denying the attraction they shared, but in Darlene’s heart she feared to get attached to him.
“I can be the woman you need,” she said.
“I know you can.”
“I can be more than that, too.”
“I know you can.” His lips lingered inches away from hers. “But I’m not just proposing that you and I become an item.”
Pete lowered himself down to the ground, and balanced himself on one knee. He looked up at her, and smiled with his eyes wide. Darlene was now entranced in the way the moon shone in his eyes.
“I know we rushed into things, Darlene,” Pete laughed. “I know some people would call us fools for that. But if we’re going to live this life together, I promise you that I will take care of you and love you until I die. With you by my side I feel like I can run the world. I feel like I can be the best man I can be. I want to cherish you, Darlene. I want to spend every dollar and then some on you. Hell, I’ll move to Detroit and rob every bank in the Great Lakes area with your father, if that’s what you wanted.”
Darlene’s face grew hot, even in the cool, salty air. All of a sudden she felt the moisture rising behind her eyes, and the tears welled up like raindrops falling down her cheek.
“Darlene, I know that we just met,” Pete went on, “But I would love nothing more than to take your hand in marriage. Will you marry me, Darlene?”
Pete’s words echoed in the silence of the night, and forever after in Darlene’s ears. There had been men in her life who had confessed her love to her before, but none of them like this. None them ever officially got down on one knee and proposed to her. Darlene felt like she was stuck in that continuous dream. She was nearly convinced that she was still in Detroit, fast asleep or potentially in a coma, and that this gorgeous man kneeling below, and Los Angeles, and the boat, the money, and the dead guy in her apartment—all of it was a dream. How could it be real?