Chapter 7 - Hawk
I push into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but all I see is pleasure as her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. The sensation of finally being inside her—inside Olivia—nearly destroys my self-control.
My cock throbs, enveloped in her wet heat, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot like some inexperienced teenager.
"Fuck," I grunt, fully seated within her. "You feel amazing."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move," she urges. "Please move."
I can't believe this is really happening.
What the fuck. I've been dreaming about this moment for so many years, fantasizing about it during lonely nights overseas, during the empty days after I came back to Hope Peak and saw her with Devin.
And now she's here beneath me, legs spread, pussy glistening around my cock, her beautiful face flushed with desire—mouth half-opened, eyes half-lidded.
My cock is throbbing inside her. Inside the love of my life. This time I'm not going to leave her. How could I when we're both finally giving in to each other?
I place my hands on her hips and start thrusting forward, fighting every instinct that screams at me to fuck her mercilessly, to claim her completely. But I know it's too soon for that. I need to increase my pace gradually, make sure she's comfortable and enjoying every second and every inch.
Her moans are like a siren's song. Soft and sweet one moment, ragged and desperate the next. Inside this bedroom, nothing else matters. Not war, not Devin, not even the club. Just us two. We're in our own world, and that's all that matters.
She's gripping the sheets, head thrown back against the pillow, begging for more. "Harder, Tyler. Please. Harder."
I'm so willing to give her what she wants.
I hasten my pace, the bed creaking underneath us as I drive into her.
Each time I penetrate her, her pussy makes an obscenely wet sound that only drives me wilder.
She's so fucking wet for me, and I love it.
I keep pressing forward and deeper, never stopping, never slowing.
My bad leg aches with the strain, but there's no way in hell I'm stopping because of that. I've fought through worse pain for less worthy causes. Sweat trickles down my forehead and chest as she reaches up to squeeze her breasts, her lips trembling with each thrust.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, unable to keep the reverence from my voice. "So fucking perfect."
I grab her by the wrists and pull her to me, scooping her up from the bed.
She's pulled into my lap, legs wrapped around my torso, breasts pressed against my chest, her face just an inch from mine, my cock still buried deep inside her.
She gasps in my ear, her warm breath sending electricity down my spine.
I start fucking her harder in this new position, my hands supporting her ass as I drive upward. She places her arms around my neck, her forehead against mine as she continues to plead.
"Don't stop," she begs. "God, Tyler, don't ever stop. I love your cock inside me. Love how you feel."
"You feel incredible," I tell her, my voice rough with exertion and emotion. "I'm never letting you go again. Never."
She kisses my cheeks, my jaw, my lips, desperate little kisses that fuel my passion. I fuck her harder and faster until I feel her legs start to shake around me.
"I'm close," she warns, her voice high and breathless. "So close, Tyler."
I don't slow down. If anything, I increase my pace, determined to send her over the edge. I fuck her with everything I have until she's moaning from the top of her lungs, not giving a fuck who hears. And that only makes me want to fuck her more, to push her through her orgasm and beyond.
I lay her back on the bed without breaking our connection and continue pounding into her, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. She's arching her back, twitching and writhing beneath me, tears of pleasure running down her face as her pussy clenches around my cock.
The sight of her coming undone beneath me, because of me, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My own orgasm builds rapidly, pressure gathering at the base of my spine.
"Liv, I'm close," I warn her, my rhythm faltering slightly. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."
"Don't stop," she gasps, her eyes locking with mine. "I want it. I want your cum inside me."
Hearing her say that breaks something in me.
My eyes widen as I take in the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen spread out before me, and my control shatters completely.
My cock pulses, shooting load after load deep inside her as she reaches what appears to be a second orgasm, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop of cum from my body.
When I'm finally spent, I pull out and collapse beside her on the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
I can hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, alongside Olivia's gasping breaths.
I don't remember the last time I gave this much of myself to someone—physically or emotionally. Probably never.
She turns toward me, placing a hand on my sweat-slicked chest, her eyes soft and wondering. "That was... unbelievable."
"Yeah," I agree, still trying to regulate my breathing. "It was."
I can't help but think about what she said before we started this, asking me to stay. The thought of it fills me with both hope and apprehension. The club has been my family, my purpose, for the past year. But Olivia... she's been the missing piece of my soul for much longer.
"Are you thinking about what I said?" she asks softly, as if reading my thoughts. "About staying?"
I nod, turning to face her. "I am. And I'd trade everything for you, Liv. Everything."
"What about your motorcycle club?" Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, her touch gentle but uncertain.
"I'd have to talk to them about it," I say truthfully. "Explain the situation. But they'd probably understand." I pause, hoping I'm right. "Reaper's tough, but he's fair. He knows what it's like to find something worth fighting for."
"I'm sorry," she says, her eyes dropping. "I shouldn't put you in such a bad position. Making you choose—"
"Hey." I cup her face, making her look at me. "You have nothing to worry about. You're the love of my life, Olivia. You always have been. Staying with you wouldn't be a sacrifice. It would be a gift."
Her eyes fill with tears at my words, and she leans in to kiss me. Our lips are just about to touch when a loud knock on the door makes us both freeze.
"Ignore it," I tell her, trying to recapture the moment.
But the knocking only grows more insistent, turning into pounding. Then a voice—Devin's voice—shouts from the other side.
"I know you're in there! Both of you! Open this fucking door! I'm back to get my revenge, and this time I'm not alone!"
Fuck.
I look at Olivia, seeing the fear replace the afterglow of our lovemaking. Cum is still dripping from her pussy onto the sheets, but the moment of bliss is shattered. Her eyes tell a different story now. She's beyond scared.
"Get dressed," I tell her, already moving off the bed. "Everything's going to be okay."
I pull on my jeans and shirt, making sure my knife is secure in its sheath and my gun is within easy reach at the small of my back. Olivia scrambles into her clothes, her hands shaking so badly she can barely fasten her bra.
The pounding continues, accompanied by threats and curses. I approach the door cautiously, years of combat training kicking in. I've been in worse situations than this. I've trained for this. It's time to show Devin that numeric superiority isn't always the answer.
I peer through the peephole, assessing the threat.
Devin stands outside, his face still bloody from our earlier encounter at the bar.
Behind him are three men. Two men who probably work at his shop, and one who must be his brother, Sam, given the family resemblance.
All four look drunk, angry, and ready for a fight.