24. My Pants Have Left The Building #3
She’s coming apart at the seams, melting into my mouth with every flick and slide of my tongue, the way my teeth graze her clit.
My fingers crawl beneath her shirt, finding her taut nipples, and when I give one a pinch, she gasps, arching off the bed.
Her legs quiver as she yanks on my hair, and I know she’s close.
I stop without warning, standing and flipping her over, yanking her to her hands and knees, dragging her shirt up her back and my finger down her spine, watching her shiver.
My palm curves over the swell of her perfect, full ass, and I dip two fingers inside her, dragging her wetness through her slit until I find the cleft at the top, swollen and begging for attention.
Bending over her, my lips meet her neck. “You’re so wet, Ollie. Do you like when I touch you?”
“Please, Carter.”
“Please what?”
She buries her face in the mattress, hiding the sound she makes. With my free hand, I plow my fingers through her hair, fisting it at the nape of her neck, and I pull her back up.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy with my fingers.”
Her spine ripples, whether from my words or the slow circles I’m rubbing around her clit, I’m not sure. Maybe both. “Carter.”
“ Say it .”
The hushed demand has her fingers gripping the sheets, her breath coming in heavy spurts as I tease her with the tip of my finger before I pull it back, and she whimpers.
“Fuck my pussy with your fingers. Please.”
I sink two fingers inside of her without hesitation, holding her down while I pump in and out. Her ass juts backward, slapping against the heel of my palm as she begs for more, for harder, faster.
“That’s my girl.”
Fuck, she’s a sight to be seen, ass in the air as she writhes and moans, fisting the sheets so hard she starts dragging them right off the mattress.
She feels like velvet, plush and soft, so fucking warm, and when those walls tighten around me, I slow my roll, plunging at a deliberately leisurely pace, one that takes all of three seconds to drive her insane.
“Please, Carter,” she cries, pushing back into my hand. “I wanna come.”
“Is that right, gorgeous?”
“Ye-e-esss.” The word is a garbled mess as she shudders, body quaking.
“You wanna come,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “And I want you to earn it.” I release her hair and pull my fingers from her sopping heat.
“What?” It’s a frantic, desperate snarl. My beautiful girl isn’t happy with me.
Olivia’s lips part and she swipes the hair off her forehead in slow motion as she watches me lick her arousal off my fingers. She shifts on the bed like she’s looking for some friction.
I slap her ass. “Get some pants on. I’ll take you home.”
She slips off the bed and falls to her ass. I barely manage to bite back my snicker, if only because the look she hits me with tells me she’s about ten seconds away from murdering me, and I’m not ready to die yet.
I’m waiting by the door when she comes storming down the stairs in my sweatpants and hoodie five minutes later.
She shoves a finger in my face. “Wipe that arrogant smirk off your face before I wipe it off for you.”
Christ, I’ve never worked so hard not to laugh before. She’s gonna cut my fucking balls off.
I follow her to the kitchen, watching her pick all her things up from the island and shove them into her purse. “You’re still mad, huh? But you can’t be. I’m going away for three days. You’re gonna miss me.”
She pins me with a patronizing smile. “And that’s the only reason you’re still breathing right now.”
I tear her coat from her grip the second she pulls it out of the closet, throwing it over my shoulder while her jaw snaps shut, teeth clacking. Angry Olivia is my favorite Olivia.
My fingers circle her wrists and pin them to the wall on either side of her head, lips ghosting over the columns of her throat. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Screw you,” she tosses out without any real heat. All that heat is stacked in her dark gaze.
“I’d love to,” I whisper, watching her neck erupt with goose bumps at the proximity of my lips.
“All you have to do is promise me you’ll still be mine in the morning.
” My teeth scrape her lower lip as I release her wrists and push her pants down.
I dip my hand between her thighs. “Better yet, tell me who owns this pussy.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Carter.” Her tongue lashes against mine. “And I own this pussy.”
“The fuck you do.” I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock, pressing it against the most addicting pussy in the world as I hoist her up to me. “Try again, princess.”
Her hips arch off the wall, grinding against me. “Right now? You do.”
“That’s fucking right.” Something catches in the back of my throat, and I look down at my cock as I swipe the head through her soaking slit. “I haven’t been with anyone but you, Ollie. I won’t…It’s just you for me. Nobody else.”
There’s a silent question in those statements, and I wonder if she’ll hear it.
She strokes the side of my face. “There’s nobody but you, Carter.”
With a wicked grin, I slam her against the wall with my hips and slap her hands above her head.
“I’ve got two weeks of pent-up sexual frustration that I’m about to unleash on you.
” My lips touch her ear. “You’re gonna have my cum dripping down your legs for the next twelve hours, at least, and that’ll be the only thing that gets me through this trip without you. ”
Olivia cries out with unrestrained pleasure when I deliver the first punishing plow, tears my shoulders apart with her nails when she unravels, and I put an accidental fist through the drywall when I come violently inside of her.
Oops.