“You know I hate gambling.”
“But I don’t and I bet you have a pocketful of cash.” She playfully grabbed at his jeans.
“Let me finish up with Dan and you can have your night of fun.”
“I’ll change out of my chef’s coat.”
Trolling the casinos for the right machine to pay out was not Oscar’s idea of a fun afternoon, so he steered Casey away from those options. Instead they went downtown to the Fremont Experience. Even amidst the street performers and flashy lights, Oscar couldn’t stop thinking about Liz. Hoping to get another opinion, he posed the same question he asked Faith to Casey.
“What kind of guys do you date?”
“Billionaires,” she answered, squeezing her arm tighter around his. He tensed, stopping in his tracks. “Relax. I know we’re friends. You’re like a brother to me.”
“I thought so.” Oscar pulled her over to a bench to sit. It was loud in the crowded street. He asked his question by practically screaming in her ear. “Would you date me if I wasn’t a billionaire or like a brother?”
“That’s a ridiculous question.” She slapped his knee. “You’re super hot,” she answered, the same way he spoke to her, by yelling close to his face. “I’ll prove it.” She stood and grabbed the arm of a passing woman. “Would you date my brother?”
The woman shook her off and kept walking. “Let me try again.” She held her hands up to cup around her mouth. “SINGLE HOT GUY! WHO WANTS A DATE!”
“Sit down.” Oscar dragged her back down next to him. “Can’t you be serious? Let’s go.”
Back in the limo, that Casey had insisted they hire to ride in Oscar tried again. “I’m dating a woman. We met at the Buckeye. She’s wonderful, but she doesn’t know I’m a billionaire.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Casey slapped his knee again. “How? Why?”
“Can we skip that? As a woman, in your opinion, how big of a lie is this?”
“It’s forgivable. You’re one of the good ones. Plenty of people will vouch for that. How did you get everyone to stay quiet?”
“It’s been hard. I’m thinking of telling her when I get back in town.”
“You should. If she finds out from someone else. It might crush her.”
Chapter Twenty Six
Liz tossed and turned in bed. She tried to read a book, but with no luck. She couldn’t get Oscar off her mind.
Why was I so cold to him? He doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. I mean look at this bouquet.
She picked a colorful stem out and pulled the petals off one at time.
“He loves me. He’s attracted to me. He’s hot. Stable. He’s not a pretentious lawyer,” she scoffed and cleared her throat. “He looks good in jeans. A great kisser. Has conquered his demons in the past. Has and ex. That’s a plus.” She held the last petal in between her fingertips and bit her lip. “And his dick is huge!” She plucked the last petal.
Rolling back on the bed with the undressed stem she laughed. Her laughter subsided and she was back to where she’d started. She’d just blown off the best man who ever walked into her life. “I’ll make it up to you. Just call me back tomorrow.”
She wasn’t aware of it, but Oscar was thinking of her too. He hated being out of town, even for business. Angela’s sister Casey was keeping him preoccupied, but his thoughts were with Liz and he’d owed to call her the first chance he was able to get away.
Liz kept herself distracted the same way she did before she met Oscar, by sauntering across the street and bugging the hell out of Bill. His parent’s car was gone out of the driveway, but his wasn’t. She rang the front door bell with no answer, so she walked around to the side of the house. Just as she suspected, music blared from the back yard. So she let herself in through the side gate.
“Lazy ass!” she exclaimed, terrifying Bill who was practicing his air guitar with a beer bottle.
“Slut,” Bill answered, slinging his bottle in the air. “Want a beer?”
“Why not.” Liz grabbed a cold one out of the mini fridge and fell into the least broken lounge chair on the patio. “Got nothing else to do. Oscar’s out of town.”
“Having another opening? Is he?” Bill guzzled the rest of his beer and tossed the bottle into a large plastic trash bin.
“An opening? He said he had property to check on. What is he opening?”
“Oh didn’t he tell you?” Bill ran his hand through his messed up hair. He’d said too much and mumbled incoherently between gulps of a freshly opened bottle of beer.
What the hell is Oscar hiding from me? First he leads me to believe he’s just a bartender, then he has property, and now Bill says there’s more.
Liz was getting a funny feeling about the man she dreamed of giving her heart to. She pressured Bill for more information.
“What is Oscar’s day job?” she implored him to give her answers and not any crap he might have cooked up with Oscar to tell her, but the truth. “He’s not just a bartender is he?”
“Liz don’t do this to me,” Bill begged. She insisted with her nails in his knee. “He owns a couple of restaurants. No big deal.”
“Is that all? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Cause of Chris. That man destroyed you with his overspending. Oscar wanted to show you that he’s nothing like that.”
Liz sat back.
Is my hatred of wealthy men that evident? How did I get this way? I don’t hate men with money. Just spoiled assholes.
“Did I really give off that bad of a vibe? How successful is he?”
“Well—he—” Bill’s answer was saved by the bell you could say. Liz’s phone rang.
She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the screen. “It’s him.” She held her finger up to Bill and answered. “Hello.”
“Hi, are you busy?” Oscar asked.
“Just having a beer with Bill.” She held the phone away from her face. “Say hi.”
“Howdy,” Bill said and Liz pulled the phone back.
“Now say goodbye.” She got up to walk away, Bill grabbed her arm to slow her down.
“Don’t tell him I told you anything,” he mouthed.
Liz cut across her neck with her hand. “Yes give me a minute and I’ll walk back home. How’s your trip going?”
Before she could reach the gate, Bill produced his phone and pointed at it. “Send him a picture.” On the screen was a texted picture of a woman’s cleavage.
“Uh huh, you’ve been busy.” Liz swatted at Bill, knocking his arm down.
He scrolled up to a picture of a girl’s ass. “Send him one of these too.”
“Stop it,” Liz said too loud without moving the phone. “Sorry Oscar, Bill was still saying bye,” she said, opening and leaving out the side gate.
They exchanged small talk as Liz walked back home. When she announced she was inside the conversation turned in a new direction.
“The sound of your voice is making me hard,” Oscar said.
“Are you alone?” she asked, testing the waters. She’d never had phone sex or texted dirty pictures before. Smart phones were not a thing when she got married and by the time they were she was no longer flirting with Chris.
“In my hotel room. Just laying here. Thinking of you laying there. Are you in bed?”
“I can be. Do you want me to get comfortable?” Liz laid down in her clothes on top of the covers. His shirt from the first night they met was still laid out on the pillow next to her head.
“I want you to send me a picture. Can you do that?”
“A picture of what?”
“I’ve never done this before, but I miss you. We can’t be together. I understand that, but I’d like to show you what you might be getting. If you want it.”
Liz was getting excited with his every word. Her fingers were wandering down to her waistline. She was itching to undress and give into her arousal stirring for Oscar. This wasn’t sex he was asking for. But it was sensual and she was dying to try it with him.
“Yes. I want to send them,” she said after the long silent pause. “Do we hang up?”
“We’re going to have to. I’ll send first, while you get undressed.” Liz listened to every syllable of his requests. “Then you send me first one of you half dressed on the bed. Slowly peel out of your clothes and send me pictures as you do.”
Positioning for the right angle was harder than she anticipated. She stripped down to her undies, then on a whim slipped into Oscar’s plaid shirt, leaving it open in the front. Her arm could only stretch so far and the first pic turned out to be just a torso shot.
Oscar: That’s hot. Is that my shirt?
His next pic was a similar shot of his chest and abs. Liz had seen a peek, but getting the full view of his slightly hairy chest was better than she’d hoped.
Liz: Ooohh. I’m speechless.
Oscar: We’re just getting started.
Chapter Twenty Seven
If the evening was just getting started, then Oscar’s next text shifted them into overdrive. Liz’s phone buzzed with the text notification while she was unhooking her bra for a revealing shot of her breasts. On the screen was the head of Oscar’s cock peeking out between the teeth of his unzipped jeans.
“Holy f— that is nice!” Liz zoomed in on the picture. “Oooh, I want him here.” She finished positioning her nipples just over her forearm, snapped the shot and sent it with a caption. Liz: Loved your shot. Like mine?
His response was quick. Oscar: Oh baby, you don’t how much.
Liz: Show me.
She shimmied out of her panties and with a moan inserted a finger into her aching pussy.
Mmm, if only.
She took the next shot one handed, aiming at her tickling fingers.
Oscar: You beat me to it! How wet are you?
He followed this text with a picture of his enlarged cock that took her breath away. It was fully erect and tucked behind his hand at the base of his shaft was a tuft of hair.
Oscar: Wish I was there. Show me more.
Liz spread her legs further apart and scooted her fingers to the edge of her folds. She teased her nub button and took the shot. Sending it with the text, Liz: Insert cock here.
If he was in town she doubted she’d have the courage to send such a message. But he was undoubtedly too far away to actually show up and act on any texts sent, so Liz went wild with her language.
Liz: Stretch me out and fill me up.
Oscar: Mmm, you’ve loosened up. And I’m all the harder for it.
He sent another shot of his elongated cock. It was fat as well as long. One angled shot, followed another, which was accompanied by horny texts.
Oscar: You need a good time? Point taken.
Oscar: I’ll thump in your lovely hole until you burst.
Oscar: Then I’ll shoot my sticky load all over your sex.
Oscar: Now bury those fingers inside.
Liz was already pulsing her digits in her pussy. She was caught up in reading his texts and fingering herself that she forgot she was supposed to be sending photos too. She dipped her fingers in knuckle deep and snapped a shot.
Liz: Hot enough for you?
Liz: My pussy needs a little attention.
Oscar: Another finger. Deeper!
Oscar: Imagine it’s me in there.
That wasn’t so hard. Holding back an orgasm while snapping the pics was difficult. Liz slowed her playing and sent a series of shots of her fingers disappearing in her pussy folds.
Liz: Just for you.
Oscar: I can feel you wrapping around me.
He sent a closeup of his hand wrapped tight around his cock. The head was visible and a bead of cum pooled in the eye.
Liz gasped at the sight, feeling her orgasm fueling up for a climax, she ripped her hand away and took a deep breath. She massaged her breasts, pulling her nipples erect.
Oscar: Keep sending, baby. Get creative.
She imagined he was yanking on his cock, thinking of her. This image caused her to squeeze her tunnel tight. I can wait for him. The next round of photos sent were of her pinching her nipples.
Liz: The girls want to say hi.
Liz: Do you like them covered or not?
She sent two shots of her chest. One straight on and the other with her hair pulled around and partially covering them.
Oscar: Both. Those are some nice tits.
Oscar: Do you want me to suck them?
Liz: Kiss them, bite them, slam your cock between them.
Liz: Show me what you want sucked.
Oscar sent another picture of his ready, too stiff, cock. In his next offering he had his rod pulled to the side. His hand grasped the head and his balls dangled below.
Oscar: Can you handle this?
Liz: Love to fill myself up on your hard cock.
Liz: Anything else?
Oscar: That’s all I got. Show me your ass.
Hmm.
This request stumped her for a moment, Then she rolled over on her stomach and after a few mistakes, she managed to get a clear shot of her ass sticking up in the air on the bed. Liz: How’s my back end look?
Oscar: Good enough to slap.
Oscar: Tell me you like a little punishment.
She was on fire and would agree to full on BDSM if he asked. She turned back over and took another shot of her pink throbbing pussy.
Liz: I’d love it. I’m so hot right now.
Liz: Can’t hold out much longer.
Liz: Slap me, tickle me, just tell me you’re ready to cum with me.
Oscar: I’ve been holding back since you said hello.
Oscar: I’m screwing you right now.
This was the go signal. Liz destroyed her pussy, rubbing her clit and drowning her fingers in her wet tunnel. She worked hard thinking of Oscar pulling on his cock and thinking of her.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUU!” she exploded, convulsing on her fingers. She trembled thinking only of Oscar. The wait for his success text was short.
Oscar: Damn, you’re sexy.
Liz: Even when I’m not there.
Oscar: You’re always with me.
Oscar: These are going to be hard to erase.
Liz: Do we have to erase?
Oscar: Not yet. But you don’t want to get caught with them.
Liz: Right. Bill will have a good laugh if he finds out.
Mentioning him reminded her of the truth Oscar was hiding from her. But she was too high off her orgasm to interrogate him.
Liz: Goodbye? Call me tomorrow.
Oscar: You bet. Good night, love.
Love?
The word jumped off the screen and echoed in her dreams all night long. She slept soundly dreaming of sleeping in his arms, hoping he was doing the same in his hotel room so far away.