Whiskey and Pizza

EMMA

I’m in the middle of a Target run when my phone starts to buzz. Diablo’s name flashes on the screen. Damn. Do I pick up or let it go to voicemail? I hate this mess we’re in.

“Diablo, what do you want?”

“Emma, I’ve told you about that tone. It’s not how you should talk to your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Really, Diablo? You think that’s a joke? A real boyfriend wouldn’t do what you’re doing, wouldn’t be screwing Lauren every chance he gets in his office.”

“How did you find out about that, Emma?”

“I told you, Diablo, I’m not playing the fool anymore. I did my research, like a good boss should. I saw the footage of you two—it tore me apart.

“I don’t understand why you keep sleeping with her, knowing it’s shattering me. I hate myself for falling for you. You don’t give a damn about me or my feelings.”

“Emma, I told you I’d try to wait for you. You chose to stay away longer.”

“Why do you think I made that choice, Diablo? Do you think I enjoy being away from you?

“No, I don’t. I want to come home, home to you. But the disrespect you’re showing me by continuing to sleep with Lauren destroyed the last bit of hope I had that you might actually love me someday.”

“I guess I’ll have to accept that I’m just a pawn in your power game, a game I’ll make sure you win.”

“Come home, Emma. Get on the next flight. I—I—”

“You what, Diablo?”

“Damn it, Emma, I miss you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yes, Diablo, it is. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“But it’s too late now. Considering you’ve been sleeping with Lauren non-stop for the past few weeks, you couldn’t have missed me that much, could you?”

I hang up. My phone buzzes again, Diablo’s name flashing on the screen. I ignore the call, send it to voicemail, and continue shopping, my vision blurred by tears.

I need to toughen up and separate my feelings from whatever is going on between Diablo and me. I’m a fool for wanting a man like him to love me.

I pay for the groceries at the checkout, get into Dean’s Chevy, and start driving.

Checking my phone, I see three missed calls from Diablo, one from Dean, and one from Levi. There are also five messages from Diablo and one from Levi.

I read Levi’s first. He’s just letting me know he’ll see me tomorrow and that he has all the information I asked for.

All of Diablo’s messages are begging me to come home.

I don’t want to hear his voice. I decide a text will be better given the circumstances.

Emma

Diablo, I miss you too, but you have shattered my heart into tiny pieces. You should have stopped fucking Lauren after you and I met, or at least after our first night together.

Emma

You chose this path with her. I am not sure I will ever be able to forgive you. My heart will mend, eventually but the images flashing through my mind of you and Lauren together in your office will never stop.

Emma

I am disappointed in you. I know you are a big feared Mafia boss but when a woman gives you her virginity and shows her undying love and loyalty to you, you do not treat her this way.

Emma

You have single-handedly destroyed my faith in love. I will still be a loyal “employee” to you, not just because of who you are but because I do not go back on my word.

Emma

Last, I want to prove to you that without me, you will be nothing. Trust me when I say this Diablo. We will be successful, we will have a very large empire, which I will run of course.

Emma

But you will never have my heart again. I will make arrangements to come home in a week or so, after my meetings. E

No sooner have I sent the messages than I get a reply from him.

Diablo

I chose you for a reason Emma. Don’t ever forget that. You are mine and will always be. Fuck love and your heart, I just want you in my bed and running my empire.

Diablo

Fuck the rest. Get your sassy ass back here quickly. I am going to punish you and then fuck you until you cannot walk for a week.

Diablo

PS: Lauren is history. I sent her packing today. She is getting boring. You on the other hand have piqued my interest again with your sassy mouth.

Diablo

Oh that mouth of yours I will dream of that mouth tonight and how I am going to fuck it when you get back. Hurry back.

Emma

Fuck you!

Diablo

oh baby girl, you already did, remember, I had you dripping wet for me.

I drive to Dean’s apartment. Before I go inside, I dab some concealer on my face to hide the fact that I’ve been crying. Damn Diablo, he’s messing with my head and heart again.

“Dean, open the door, my hands are full,” I call out, giving the door a light kick. The door swings open and there stands Dean, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts.

I swallow hard. His six-pack is impressive, the v-line disappearing into his shorts. He takes the bags from me while I close the door.

“I got everything: snacks, booze, and some groceries for the week. When’s the pizza getting here?”

“I haven’t ordered yet. I was waiting for you to pick what you want.”

“Something with lots of meat. No pineapple. Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza,” I say, grinning.

He smirks at me, pulls out his phone, and orders the pizza.

“It’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

“Well, then, let’s start with some beers.” I grab two bottles, pop them open, and hand one to Dean. We clink our bottles together and start chugging. It turns into a contest of who can finish their beer the fastest.

Dean wins, of course.

“I hate losing,” I say, handing him another bottle. He wins again, but this time I’m closer to beating him. We’ve always been competitive with each other.

Third time’s the charm—I win the third and fourth rounds. The fifth, he wins again.

Before we can start on our sixth beer each, the doorbell rings.

“Pizza’s here,” I yell and run to open the door. I pay the delivery guy, and we both dig into the pizza like we haven’t eaten in days.

“I like a woman who can eat, especially you, Ems.”

I blush and keep eating. After we finish, I gather all the snacks, a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses, and head to the couch.

“Are you coming, Dean, or am I watching ~Lucifer~ all by myself?” I flop down on the couch, turn on the TV, and start the first episode. Dean comes over and sits next to me.

I’m not sure if it’s the beer or his closeness, but I’m feeling warm all over. I turn to him and find him staring at my legs.

I’m wearing a short, loose minidress, leaving my legs fully exposed to him. His eyes travel up my body, finally meeting mine.

We’re both caught in this spell.

His gaze holds me captive. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

“Screw it,” is all I hear before his lips crash onto mine. I part my lips, letting his tongue explore my mouth.

Electricity shoots down my body. Damn, he’s a good kisser. I run my nails up and down his bare back. With one hand, he pulls my head closer to him, deepening the kiss, while the other hand caresses my breast.

Dean’s lips trail down my neck, zeroing in on that one spot that makes my knees buckle. God, I want him. My free hand reaches for the button on his shorts.

Suddenly, Dean pulls away from our kiss, stands up, and in one fluid motion, lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, my skirt riding up to reveal my lace thong.

“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable, shall we?” His voice is a low growl. He carries me to his room, our lips locked the entire way.

My core is pressed against his hard length. I’m certain he can feel how wet I am through the thin fabric of my thong.

He sets me down gently on the bed, and when I glance at him, I gasp. There’s a wet spot on his shorts where my arousal soaked through. I blush and cover my eyes.

“Don’t hide, Ems. I fucking love that you’re so wet and ready for me.” He strips off his shorts and boxers, revealing his impressive erection. He’s huge.

The same thought crosses my mind as it did with Diablo. How will he fit? He’s just too big.

Damn Diablo. Why did he have to invade my thoughts now?

Before I can dwell on it, Dean gently parts my thighs, peppering kisses from my knees all the way up until he reaches my clit. He gives it a soft kiss before looking up at me.

“I hope you’re not too attached to these,” he says, tearing the sides of my thong and tossing it aside. A gasp slips from my lips.

I’ve never seen him this turned on before. It’s making me even wetter. I feel a trickle of wetness slide down my pussy before Dean’s mouth latches onto my clit, his tongue flicking and sucking, drawing moans from me.

“Ems, look at me. I want you to see who’s making you feel this way.”

I force my eyes open, and when I meet his gaze, I’m unprepared for the mix of love and lust I see there.

He continues to lick my clit, slowly sliding one finger inside me, finding my G-spot immediately, then adding a second finger, pumping in and out of me.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m so close, so close.” He stops licking my clit but keeps his fingers moving inside me as he moves up to kiss me.

I can taste myself on him. I pull him closer, deepening the kiss. When his tongue plunges into my mouth, my climax builds even faster. He knows exactly what to do with my body.

It feels like we’ve done this a million times before. His kiss sends shockwaves to my pussy, bringing me to the edge of climax. He adds another finger inside me and quickens his pace.

I pull back slightly from his mouth to scream his name as I climax on his fingers. My orgasm is intense, my pussy clenching and unclenching for what feels like forever.

He withdraws his fingers from me, sucking them clean. “You taste like honey. I love honey, my sweet Ems. That was amazing, but I’m just getting started.”

He lifts me into a sitting position to remove my dress and bra before gently pushing me back against the bed. We’re both fully naked now.

I love looking at him. He’s a stunning man, and for now, he’s mine.

He lowers himself between my legs, trailing kisses up my abdomen, moving slowly toward my breasts, then giving each one equal attention before kissing my neck and finally finding my mouth.

I want him to remember this night forever. I gently push him off of me so that he’s on his back.

“My turn.” I smile before starting to kiss his neck, slowly down toward his chest. I’m a bit uncertain if he likes being kissed on his nipples and decide to give it a try.

I suck lightly at first on one nipple, then move to the other. I hear him hiss and know I’ve found one of his weak spots.

I move down further, kissing his six-pack, biting down on his flesh at certain areas.

“Fuck, Ems, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last.”

I smile and move lower to his erection. I see the pre-cum on the tip and lick it off, smiling at him when he moans my name. I want to taste more of him.

I take him inside my mouth, slowly sucking and moving my head up and down, finding a rhythm that I like, which he obviously likes too because he starts moving his hips in time with my mouth.

I stop him. I want to see how deep I can take him inside before my gag reflex kicks in. I manage to take his full length inside my mouth, regulating my breathing to suppress my gag reflex. It feels amazing.

“Fuck, Emma,” he shouts, “it feels so good, but I want to be inside of your wet pussy, now.” He pulls me up quickly, flipping me around so that I’m beneath him.

“Condom?” he asks.

“No, I’ve got it covered,” I answer. He moves his hand down to my pussy, checking that I’m still wet. He smiles before slowly entering me.

“Fucking hell, Ems, I swear you’re as tight as a virgin.”

I start moving my hips. I need a release. All this foreplay is making my core clench in frustration, I need release and fast.

“Dean, please move, I need you to make me cum.”

“Fuck, Ems!”

God. When he moves it’s heavenly. He pulls one of my legs up, allowing him to go deeper, hitting my G-spot every time he enters me.

“I’m coming, Dean! Don’t stop!”

“Let go, love. Scream my name.”

“Dean, fuck, yes, faster.”

With each thrust, my orgasm builds.

“Dean!” I shout, completely overtaken by my orgasm. I pulsate around his erection, making him cum with me.

He collapses next to me. We’re both out of breath, slowly coming down from our highs. I’m struck with two realities.

One, Dean and I just had the most amazing sex.

Two, Diablo is going to kill us both if he finds out.

Fuck!

That’s my last thought before drifting off to sleep on Dean’s chest, our legs entwined.