15
Olivia
It’s Sunday evening. I’m sitting on my couch, preparing for my new job tomorrow. My will to work is nonexistent this weekend. The urge to call Josh every two seconds is so strong, it's driving me crazy.
Everytime my phone lights up with a text or call, my heart beats like crazy.
I wish Josh would call me. I know I told him not to, but I wish he would go against my wishes and call anyway.
I want to see him so badly. I've never felt so lonely in my life.
Not after my dad left. Not after my mum basically abandoned me.
Not even after I left Ryan and had nowhere to go.
But this weekend has been hell. I've been alone with no problem for years now, but after having Josh in my life for a week, I know I don't want to be alone. I can’t be alone. Not where Josh is concerned.
Sasha had done a great job at distracting me on Friday, but he was always in the back of my mind. I hate myself for the way I spoke to him. The guilt is like a gut-punch causing an agonizing pit in the bottom of my stomach. It’s consuming me. Not even watching Friends on a loop is helping.
The way Josh still came back for me after that has proven how much he cares for me.
I now need to show him that I care about him too.
That's if he'll let me. He could have thought a lot this weekend and decided not to be with such a cold-hearted bitch who turns on him the second things get a little rough. Maybe that's why he hasn't called.
Giving up on work completely, I go to gather the things I need for tomorrow. Camera, lenses, spare batteries, extra SD cards and my laptop.
I leave the bags at the door so I don't forget to bring them. I know the whole reason I'll be going there is to take photographs, but the way my head is reeling lately, I wouldn't be surprised if I turned up without them.
Turning the lights off, I gather my phone and a mug of tea that I take to bed every night. Real tea. The tea you only find in the UK. When I'm almost in my bedroom, a knock sounds. Is that my door? Surely not. It's almost 10pm and I'm not expecting anyone.
Knock, knock, knock. That's definitely my door.
It's moments like these that I wish I had a peep hole. What kind of person knocks on your door at 10pm at night? The bad kind of people, that's who. Against my better judgement I make my way closer.
It’s probably nothing. A neighbor wanting to borrow a cup of sugar, maybe? Does that actually happen in real life or just in movies? It could be a takeout delivery. People still eat dinner at this time, don’t they?
I slowly unlock the door, adrenaline shooting through my veins.
I’ll just countdown and swing it open. Maybe I should grab a weapon.
What if it’s a kidnapper, ready to take me away somewhere where no one will ever find me?
He’ll eventually murder me though and throw my body in some kind of river so that it’s never found.
Would a kidnapper even knock on a door though?
Surely they would just break in and take me when I’m asleep.
Ugh, Olivia you're acting so stupid right now! Just open the fucking door.
I take a deep breath, because somehow that makes whoever is behind the door less scary. Rolling my eyes at myself, I swing the door open.
When I catch sight of the beautiful man in front of me, my heart stutters in my chest. He’s here. He came to me.
“I’m so sorry I didn't call. The plane was delayed and I was gonna call but honestly I just needed to see you.”
“You came straight here?” I ask, eyeing the bag slung around his shoulders. “You didn't go home first?”
“No, Ollie baby, I didn't go home first. I've missed you so damn mu-”
I throw myself at him, my lips crushing against his.
Grabbing him by the collar of his suit shirt, I walk us backward into my apartment.
He kicks the door closed on the way past, throwing his bag off his shoulder, never breaking the kiss.
He hauls me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he takes us to my room.
It’s hungry, full of need and desperation. As he lowers me onto my bed, hovering above me, he breaks the kiss looking into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
Running my hand across his cheek, guilt overtakes me again. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for. I'm the one who needs to apologize to you.”
He plants a gentle kiss on my mouth. “I’m not gonna sit here and say what you did was okay but I know you didn't mean it. I could feel it when you walked out that door. You got scared, which is understandable, when you've been through what you have. And maybe I’m wrong, but I think seeing that piece of shit, Ryan, probably threw you off even more.”
“That’s no excuse though.”
“No, it's not, but I don't care. I just need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
He runs his hand down the side of my face, caressing my cheek. “If anything happens again, just talk to me. I will never lie to you, Olivia. Trust me.”
Trust isn’t something that comes easily to me.
It has to be earned and a lot of the time, it can take a while for me to get there.
But with Josh, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would trust him with my life.
I don’t know what it is. The sincerity in his voice?
The way he pleads with those intoxicating, green eyes? I have no idea.
“I will. I promise.”
Bringing his hand to my face, he wipes a lone tear sliding down towards my hairline.
When he kisses me again I feel complete.
It’s a strange feeling, putting everything you have into one person, one kiss.
But it feels right. This man has my whole heart.
It doesn't belong to me anymore. It's completely his. And I’m trusting him with every single piece.
Our kisses become sloppier, more needy as he grinds his cock against my sex.
Deeping the kiss, my hands move to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as fast as I can. When there’s just enough buttons undone, he raises onto his knees pulling his shirt over his head. I swear I will never get tired of this sight.
Using the space between us, I lift my own top over my head, bare breasts on full display. The heat in Josh’s eyes when he sees me lying like this beneath him is sending shivers down my spine and a warm feeling pools low in my stomach.
He brings his mouth to mine again, and I can feel how turned on he is from where his cock is pressed against me.
Kissing and biting his way down my neck, his stubble scratching my exposed skin, I’m writhing beneath him.
He licks across my nipple, eyes on mine and the sight of him like this has me crumbling.
I become needy, letting out small whimpers as he sucks on my breasts.
He brings one hand down, rubbing my clit over my clothes and I snap.
Pushing him off me onto the bed so he's lying flat on his back, I undo the buttons of his trousers while kissing his chest. He looks surprised but so turned on, it spurs me on.
Pulling his pants and boxers off him, I take sight of his hard cock. Fuck, it looks so good. My mouth is watering from the sight of him. I've never been one to get turned on by the sight of a penis, but holy shit, this man's breathtaking.
Fisting his long length in one hand, I kiss my way down his stomach. Josh's breathing quickens, anticipation flowing through him. I feel him buzzing from where I'm gripping him.
I lick his pulsing member, bottom to top, my tongue gliding over his head where precum beads. A small moan vibrates my throat; he tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough of him.
He groans from the feel and I take him into my mouth.
Slow at first, getting used to his girth. My panties are growing more wet from the soft moans coming from him. I fucking love it when a man is vocal.
When I feel ready for it, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, the move appreciated as Josh's hips buck off the bed, his hand flying into my hair and gripping tight.
I let him take control, using the grip on my hair to guide my movements. I choke on his cock, taking deep breaths through my nose to steady myself and keep me grounded. Tears are streaming down my cheeks but I don't care. I'm gonna make this man come undone, and I'm living for it!
He fucks my mouth hard, but not viciously. I can tell he’s holding back. He wants to be rougher and I want it too.
One hand on his shaft, the other cupping his balls and he gives me control again.
I bob my head up and down, moving between slow and fast paces, my tongue swirling when I reach the tip, my saliva making his cock slippery and wet.
I can tell from the feel of his balls tightening in my hand that he’s close to the edge.
I hum around him and the feel of my throat vibrating against him earns me more moans. “Fuck, Olivia, you take me so well. Do you like this big cock in your mouth?”
I can feel the gush of liquid arousal in my panties at his words. I answer, not taking my mouth off him. “Hmm mm.”
His head lulls back, eyes rolling in pleasure. “Fuuuck.”
I continue my movements before taking him as deep as I can. Josh pulls me off of him. “If you do that one more time, I’m gonna come down that pretty little throat of yours before I get the chance to fuck you.”
“Well, we can't have that now, can we.” I giggle, wiping the edges of my mouth where my spit has gathered.
“No baby, we can’t. Now, get those pants off and come sit on my cock.
” I whimper like a fucking dog. I swear to God, I could come from this man’s words alone.
This is what I love about Josh. He can talk so sweetly to me all the time, but once we're in the bedroom, he becomes a different man. And I fucking crave it.
Standing from the bed, I strip off my pants, teasing as I pull them down my legs, bending over to give him the sight of my ass, clad in a black lace thong.
“Fuck baby, you’re stunning.” He eyes me, looking me up and down, eyes hooded in lust. “But if you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna come over there, bend you over and fuck you until you scream.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” I wink at him, and he laughs.
“I’m sure it can be arranged.” He replies, a smirk full of promise written across his face.
I need him inside me. Now.