Trespass （n.） – Olivia
TRESPASS (N.):
ENTERING ANOTHER PERSON'S PROPERTY WITHOUT PERMISSION OF THE OWNER OR HIS/HER AGENT AND WITHOUT LAWFUL AUTHORITY AND CAUSING ANY DAMAGE, NO MATTER HOW SLIGHT.
OLIVIA
“See you all tomorrow!” Mara held the exit door open for the staff. “Same M.O. until I say otherwise.”
I hung back behind a bookshelf, waiting until she was long gone. I’d watched her circle the floor at least five times already, so I figured it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Mara
Hey…Your car is still in the parking lot.
Are you still inside?
No, I walked to a bar around the block.
Oh! Well, next time invite me! See you in the morning.
See you in the morning.
I still didn’t trust that she was gone, so I walked over to the far side of the floor and looked out the windows.
The only cars left in the lot belonged to me and security, and there was an Audi gleaming on the back row.
His rental…
So, he’s still here.
Not wanting to risk running into anyone, I took the emergency stairwell to Liam’s chambers.
I swiped my key against the door and slipped inside.
When I turned around, I found myself face to face with a floor-to-ceiling whiteboard full of newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures.
My newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures.
These were all the things he’d made me find on the Jenkins case, and there were red arrows in all the blank spaces in between.
What the…
I stepped closer, staring at photos from the crash and autopsy notes.
Every few feet, there was a pink Post-it that bore Liam’s handwriting and the same phrase, “Money isn’t above the law…”
“Wait a minute,” I muttered, looking at the autopsy sketches. There were nine photos here.
I thought only five people died in the crash…
“What the hell are you doing in here?” Liam’s deep voice made me turn around. “I told you to go home.”
“I just wanted to check on you.”
“I told you I was fine.” He looked me up and down. “That dress is inappropriate for work. I’ll have to write you up tomorrow.”
“What’s my punishment?”
“Depends.” He stepped closer. “How rough do you want it to be?”
“I don’t know.” I sucked in a breath as he cupped my neck. “I’ve never really had it that rough before.”
“You think I’m talking about sex?”
“Aren’t you?”
“I missed you today.” His words caught me completely off guard. “I’ve missed riding with you all week.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“My Ferrari was drivable as of last Saturday.” He trailed his finger against my lips. “It’s not as appealing as the front passenger seat with you, though.”
“I thought you hated my car.”
“I still do.” He paused. “But, it’s in your best interest to leave here and get into it before you do something you might regret.”
Silence.
“I don’t want to leave right now,” was all I could say. “I would like to talk.”
“We won’t be talking…”
“That’s fine, too.”
He smiled and gently pushed me backward, until my legs hit the edge of the desk.
Without saying a word, he slid his hand against my back and unzipped my dress.
The fabric fell into a pool on the floor, and he splayed his hand against my chest—pushing me back until I was flat on the desk.
I shivered as my bare back kissed the wood.
Moving between my legs, he bent low and blew against my pussy, darting his tongue against my clit.
“Oh my god.” The unfamiliar pleasure made me sit up. “Wait.”
“Wait for what?” He smiled.
“Um, I just…” I covered my breasts with my hands.
“You just what?”
“I’ve never had what I think you’re attempting to do… done to me before.”
“What am I attempting to do?” He grabbed my hands and pushed them away, making it clear he didn’t appreciate me blocking his view.
“You know…” I was blushing red all over. I could tell.
“You mean to tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy, Olivia?” he asked.
“You don’t have to say it like that.” I whispered as if we weren’t all alone. “No man has ever performed cunnilingus or used his tongue to pleasure my vagina.”
“That’s such a shame.” He stared between my legs. “I would’ve devoured it weeks ago—every night actually— if we’d met under different circumstances.”
I had no idea what to say to that.
“Well—” I crossed my legs. “I might not like it anyway, so you don’t have to be the first.”
He let out a low laugh and uncrossed my legs. “Lay back down.”
“I’m serious, Liam,” I said.
“So am I.” His voice was firm. “Lay the fuck back down. Now.”
I swallowed and obeyed his command.
He pressed his mouth against my stomach, slowly swirling his tongue against my skin, making my breathing slow.
His kisses moved lower and lower, and before I knew it I felt his tongue against my clit. His lips pressed hard against my pussy.
I sucked in a breath as he pressed down hard on my thighs, pinning me down so I couldn’t escape.
“You taste so fucking good…” He growled, sending a sensation up and down my spine. “So fucking good…”
His tongue swiped against my clit slowly, then faster, and then he kissed my pussy like he was kissing my mouth.
I moaned as he forced my submission, and I couldn’t help shutting my eyes.
The pleasure was too intense and unfamiliar, too fucking perfect.
I felt his fingers slipping inside me moments later, and they strung my body along to a completely different tempo.
“Liam...” I said his name as tremors wracked through me. “Liam…”
He answered with a growl, another deep kiss between my thighs.
Before I could call his name again, wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and left me shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck…” I was too overwhelmed to yell, too stunned to process whatever the hell just happened.
I lay there with my eyes closed for what felt like forever, feeling Liam press soft kisses against my legs until I stopped shaking.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was shirtless and smiling.
“Feel better?” He smirked.
“No.”
“No?” He arched a brow. “Do I need to devour you again?”
“I was joking.”
“I’m not.” He kissed my stomach. “I will…”
I didn’t know what to say. I glanced down and realized he didn’t have on any pants. His cock was rock hard and jutting out toward me.
“Here,” he said, grabbing my hands and helping me to sit up. “Here’s a better view of me…”
I rubbed my hands against the length, swallowing as I realized just how thick and long he was.
“Kiss it,” he demanded, and I bent down and pressed my lips against his tip.
I darted my tongue against him, but he gently pushed me back with a laugh.
“I’ll let you swallow me another day.” He unwrapped a condom and rolled it over his length.
Then he pulled me to the edge of the desk, pressing his cock directly against my pussy. He slid into me inch by inch, eyeing me as I took all of him.
“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead once he was buried deep.
Then he gripped my hips and thrust in and out of me with wild abandon.
“Ohhh, God…” I dug my nails into his skin as he fucked me. “Liam…”
“Olivia…” he said my name back before suddenly pulling out of me and spinning me around.
“Grab the edge of the desk.” He slapped my ass as I obliged, and I cried out as he slid into me again.
He went deeper this time, faster this time, and before I knew it, I was succumbing to a second set of orgasmic waves and his teeth were grazing the back of my neck.
My body spasmed under him, and I felt him stiffening seconds later.
“Fuck…” He breathed, gently biting my skin. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Good.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs. “I’m going to let you go for just a second.”
I nodded, and he slowly pulled out of me, leaving me bereft.
My knees buckled and I nearly fell backward, but he grabbed me and spun me around to face him.
“You look like you need more.” He brushed strands of hair from off my face. “Is that true?”
“Yes…”
“You want it here again or in my private bedroom?”
“Both.”
“Good answer.”