Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Wiley
I lock the door to my room behind me.
Our room now.
I’m sure my brothers can hear everything, and I’ll catch hell from them in the morning.
Privacy is going to be essential if this thing between Olivia and me is going to work. Hell, if I have to build a separate lodge for the brothers, or a cabin for us, so be it. Boom or bust at the ranch, we always figure things out together. Ultimately, I know that if Olivia stays with me, the boys will be happy for me. They might give me shit, but I know they have no ill will.
Olivia and I lie together on my bed, facing each other in the dark. She clings to me as I kiss her deeply, letting my tongue slide into her mouth. Her sexy noises at every new sensation make me feel like a freaking Adonis, but I’m hardly that.
“I like sharing a bed with you, Olivia. I know that’s why I’ve been sleeping so good.”
“Well.”
“Hm?”
“Sleeping so well,” she corrects.
“You’re right. This is why you have to stay,” I tease, tapping my index finger lightly on the tip of her nose.
“You’ve got all those books on the shelf. You know better, I think.”
“I do know better. But you’ve got my head spinning. I can’t think straight when all I want to do is kiss you.”
Now emboldened, Olivia leans in and kisses me hungrily, our tongues tangling.
She pulls away and tugs off her shirt and bra. “Is that all?”
With a growl, I roll her onto her back, caging her against the mattress with my arms and legs. “Is that all? Woman, I wanna kiss you everywhere.”
I let the word hang there until she gets my meaning.
“Oh…I…nobody’s ever been…down there before,” she stutters.
“If you don’t want me to, Olivia, I won’t.” The last thing I want is for her to be brave about sex.
“Does it…does it feel good?”
We’ve entered a tricky conversation now. I’ve only ever been with one other woman, but I absolutely do not want to bring that up to Olivia. I try, “My observation? The consensus seems to be a resounding unanimous yes from all women. In general.”
I can feel her rubbing her thighs together between my legs, and she bumps into my hard erection, making me ache for release. “That sounds promising. I was looking forward to…you know…the basics.”
I have to bite back the laughter, and the urge to inform her that my version of basic includes—no, demands—giving her oral.
“This will make the basics even better. Even easier for you, since it’s your first time. But if you’re embarrassed, we don’t have to.”
My mouth waters as I imagine what her pussy tastes like.
“I want you, Wylie. But I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
I kiss her slowly, sensually, running my hand down her side until it rests on her hip. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You call the shots, and we can go as slow as you want. There’s only one non-negotiable thing.”
“Okay,” she says, all too submissively.
“I have to make you come.”
“Come? I’m already here.”
“Sweetheart, do you know what an orgasm is?”
My hand travels lower until I’m holding the back of her thigh. I roll slightly to let her wrap her leg around me.
“I overheard some mothers talking about it, but they said it wasn’t real for women. It’s only necessary for men.”
The things she says. The things that those church leaders filled her head with make me want to put my fist through a wall.
I wrap her other leg around my waist, nesting my erection right at her sweet spot.
She gasps.
“What does that feel like?”
“It-it feels good but also…also a little frustrating.”
I grind slowly against her core, painting small wet kisses up her throat with my mouth. “And what does that feeling make you want to do.”
Her thighs grip me tighter. “I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Then don’t. Do whatever it is your body’s telling you to do.”
Her hips come up off the mattress, demanding more contact, more grinding.
“Hold on,” I warn her, putting just enough distance between us to let me slip one hand down the front of her leggings. I suck in a breath and curse.
“Fuck me, woman. What is with you and not wearing underwear?”
“Sorry.”
“I ain’t mad about it. You don’t want to know what I did with my sweatpants after you wore them that first night.”
I fill both hands with her ample ass, lifting her hips off the mattress while her leggings are shoved down to her knees.
“Washed them, I hope?” Olivia offers.
“No, ma’am,” I rejoin, cupping her warm, soft pussy as I kiss her everywhere I can reach from this position. “I did things that would make you blush more red than usual.”
I open her up, then try to slip one finger inside her damp heat. She’s so damn tight. Too tight.
“Baby, we don’t have to do any more if you’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“I’m not gonna argue with you, sweetheart. I’m just gonna keep kissing you until you’re ready.”
“I am ready.”
The dark need builds inside me. But I have to be good to her. “I’m talking about being ready-ready.”
She shivers. “I’m looking forward to that part.”
Damn, all I want is to lay her flat on the bed and hike her thick thigh over my shoulder.
But those sonsabitches have fucked with her head. She needs patience and tenderness.
One day, I’ll fuck the devil out of her so good, she won’t remember anything about a supposed wedding that she ran out on.
I cup her breast and skim my face over the soft skin. Her nipple is hard underneath my lips, and I close my mouth around it, teasing it with my tongue.
She moans softly.
A rumble leaves my throat, raspy and needy.
“Damn, you’re beautiful, Olivia.”
She looks down, and I tip up her chin. “You need to know that. You’re beautiful.”
“Good thing the lights are off,” she says.
“Enough of that,” I say, slipping into her damp folds, reveling in her quiet gasp.
“Tell me what you like and what you don’t like.”
“I don’t even know what I don’t like, Wylie.”
“But you’ll tell me, right, baby?”
“Y-yes. I will. I’ll tell you.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Coming up on my knees, I roll her leggings down, tugging them off of her feet and tossing them to the floor.
“Now spread your legs for me.”
In the darkness, I can just make out her shape. How I wish the lights were on so I could see every freckle, every lump, every bump, but that will come with time. It’s not as if I’m letting her leave. Ever.
I run my hand over her thigh and help her open up more for me.
“Oh,” she gasps.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods.
“I need to hear the words, baby.”
“Yes. I trust you.”
I slip my fingertip inside and stroke her there. She moans against my mouth when I lean over her and kiss her, slipping my finger in deeper. I stroke her inner walls, stretching her.
Olivia gasps when I add a second finger, stretching her further.
“Oh…oh…wow,” she breathes.
“Do you feel how wet you are?” I whisper against her ear. She whimpers a quiet “Yes,” as I run a trail of hot kisses down her throat.
Her arms go around my back. “Good girl. Hang on just like that and spread your legs a little more.”
I pump my two fingers in and out. She’s getting wetter and wetter, and then I add a third.
Her whimper gets louder; her nails dig into my skin.
I use the thumb of that hand to search for her clit.
It’s tight and erect at the top of her pussy. Precum leaks from my aching cock, and I’m salivating to taste her.
Soon.
Olivia gasps as I sweep my thumb over that tight button. Her body tightens around my fingers, and her hips jerk.
“Wylie…I…”
Her moans grow louder still, and I hush her with my mouth.
She’s leaking all over me, and I use her sweetness as a lube, spreading it over her sensitive clit.
“Reach down and feel that.”
It wouldn’t surprise me if she said no; that was too much or embarrassing. But she does exactly as I tell her to do. “That’s it. Feel that? Have you ever touched yourself before?”
Fuck, I’m so close to coming that I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Teaching Olivia to touch herself is making everything all the more intense.
“No. Never. It’s…they said it was an abomination.”
I hold back what I really want to say about “them” and everything they filled her head with.
My fingers entwined with Olivia’s, together we follow where the moment leads us, ending in her release.
“Wylie…”
“That’s it. Let it go, baby girl. I got you.”
“Wylie!” Olivia cries out, her body tensing as her first orgasm rocks her.
Her arms fly up above her head, and she grips the pillow as if she fears she might launch into orbit.
I notch the head of my cock inside her, her walls still flexing hard.
“You’re too good for me, Olivia. Too good, and so damn tight.”
I spit the words through my gritted teeth as I wait for her body to adjust to me.
She’s damp and quivering when her orgasm finally subsides.
I kiss her through it as I slide in deeper, inch by aching inch.
Her body molds around my cock.
“Shit, baby. You’re so tight I’m not going to last long.”
“I don’t know what that means,” she says.
“It means I’m gonna come hard, and I’m gonna come fast. Where do you want it?”
Olivia hesitates. “Um, where? Don’t you…have to be inside…to get relief?”
The bill of goods this woman has been sold.
“No, baby. I don’t have to come inside you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I do. But I don’t think you want to make a baby tonight.”
“I do want babies, but not right now,” she says with a small laugh.
“That’s my girl,” I say, sliding all the way into her. Deep. Firm. Where I belong, with her writhing around me, making me absolutely beside myself with need.
“I am…your girl.”