Chapter 20 #2
His hand slid to her breast, palming it hard from the top, possessively. A firm thumb stroked against her nipple, up and down. Then harder, up and down again.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He groaned into her skin.
He licked a path between her breasts. “Fuck, you taste so good, Liv.”
She bit back a moan as she rolled her hips more slowly, enjoying the slippery feeling against her clit. Her panties were soaked through.
He whimpered as she rolled against his cock.
The warmth of his tongue was unraveling her. He licked between her breasts again and again, worshiping her as she ground against him.
He inhaled as he traced the curve of her cleavage. “I think about how good you smell in my dreams.” He rubbed the scruff of his beard against her breast that was now spilling out of her bra. “I feel like an animal.” He nipped against her skin. “But it’s just you. You do this to me.”
Huge fingers dug into her ass suddenly, rocking her clit against him hard. She moaned so loudly, she gasped and slammed her mouth shut, seeing if he’d judge her. If it gave him the ick like it had given her boyfriend years ago.
A cat-like smile pulled at his lips as he paused, panting up at her. “Why’d you stop?”
Shame crept up inside her. “You don’t mind? I…I’m loud sometimes.”
With molten eyes, he rolled her hips against his cock again and smiled as she moaned.
“Louder, Liv.” He shoved her ass down and rocked her against him again.
“Yes,” she screamed in short, needy bursts. The shields guarding her lust crumbled, and carnal, feral energy coursed through her. She finally didn’t have to hold back.
“Perfect,” he gritted out through a clenched jaw as they moved, grinding against each other. “I bet you can be louder though, can’t you?”
She threw her head back, overwhelmed with how good he felt under her. How good her hands felt on his chest, in his hair.
He thrust up with each grind against her, and her moans turned into long, needy screams.
“That’s it. Let go, Liv. Louder.”
She gripped the couch on either side of him, riding him harder and harder as she screamed yes into his neck, feeling wet and sweaty and carnal.
And perfect.
“Fuck, I bet your panties are soaked.” He groaned against her as he slammed her up and down. She wanted to show him what he did to her.
She pulled back. His eyes darted to her bright leggings against his jeans.
Biting his lip, his thumb stroked an outline of the dark, wet arousal that had seeped through. “Never…” He gasped. “Never seen anything hotter.”
It was so hot that he wanted her just as she was. Not pristine and perfumed but the most feral, animal part of her.
She shoved her hand into her panties, and his eyes widened with fire. Slick wetness dripped from two fingers as she pulled them out.
As she was about to lick a finger to tease him, he grabbed her hand, letting out a growl. “Mine.”
He brought her fingers to his lips with a tortured ragged inhale, eyes closed as if overwhelmed. Then he greedily licked and sucked every bit from her fingers, whimpering as he breathed through it.
New kink unlocked: a man who whimpers for it.
Grinding her teeth with need, she rocked against his hard cock. Pleasure pulsed through her with every stroke.
He angled her with both hands so just her clit touched his jeans. “Can you come like this?”
“Yes,” she gasped as he moved her against him. She kissed him, tasting hints of herself on his tongue.
“Then use me,” he ordered, yanking the front of her bra down so her tits spilled out. He licked her breast, and they both buckled when he sucked, his tongue swiping around and around the nipple in his mouth.
She grabbed the edge of the couch above his head with two hands.
The heated friction on her clit was too good as she moved and humped her clit against his cock, taking and taking and taking, not caring what she looked like. He sucked one nipple, then the other, moaning with each of her screams.
“Louder, Liv,” he gasped. “Use me as hard as you want. Show me how you come. Please.”
“Fuck,” she gasped against his mouth, lost in how her inhibitions were gone, how she moved and craved as she fucked her clit against his cock.
“Doing so good, Liv. Just like that, take what you need.” He panted, moving her against him.
Moans turned to screams of his name as she found it.
Just.
The.
Right.
Place.
“Gonna—” she gasped.
“That’s it—”
“Luca—Luca—”
Too good.
“Loud as you want, Liv. Give it all to me.” His hands on her ass made her fuck him harder and harder.
They thrust faster and faster—fucking mindlessly like animals against each other, finally giving in to grunts and screams and moans, lost in the consuming pleasure of fucking as fast as they could against each other in primal, dirty, needy sweat.
Until the pleasure was too much. Too high.
She screamed, “Fuck me,” again and again and again in a high, needy, whining pitch as every muscle constricted in just the right spot, tighter and tighter, the wanting of it twisting her body.
Pleasure burst through her with a shattering, guttural scream of yes as he fucked up against her body that was frozen in ecstasy, prolonging it with each stroke. Yes and yes and yes ripped through her as he stroked her clit.
Moaning, biting her shoulder, he came with a shuddering, needy grunt, pulsing once, twice, then a final, longer time as she moved with him, wringing every last drop.
They stilled, and Olivia’s heart hammered as she gasped for breath.
Heartbeats, gasps for air, and no thoughts.
I just…
That was…
Aftershocks of the orgasm shuddered through her.
His hands slid to her waist, hugging her tight against him as he sat up.
She wrapped her hands around his head, cuddling it as he kissed his bite marks.
She could hear her plans trying to fit themselves into a world where this could work.
I could just see him every few weeks. Or they could drive to me sometimes. Maybe I can limit my search to a six-hour radius from here.
He squeezed her tighter, enveloping her against his bare chest. A warm blanket of safety and oxytocin covered her as his big hands splayed on her thigh and head.
He angled her for a kiss. No embarrassment at having humped each other on a couch like teenagers. No pulling away.
“You.” His jaw worked as his kiss-stung lips and lust-drunk eyes took her in. “You’re perfect.”
She snort-laughed against his lips at the thought of her being perfect right now.
“Don’t you laugh adorably at me.” He pulled at her bottom lip, and then he gently rolled her sports bra back up.
She smirked. “No, I get the appeal. A sweaty, poor, unemployed dancer who burns cookies dry-humping you is pretty perfect.” She laughed at herself.
“Hey,” he said sternly, all traces of joking now gone from his face. “That’s the woman I—” He pulled back, gulped. “…That’s the woman I have a crush on that you’re talking about.”
He shook his head slowly, his expression serious as he held her. “Save your self-deprecation for other people, Olivia. I won’t allow it in this house.”
The world tilted off-kilter. Her brain slowly rewired itself into understanding that he was serious.
He’s protecting me…from me?
After a lifetime of “corrections” at work and school, this aggressive positivity about herself was, uh…new.
I think I like it.
He bit his lip, his brows furrowing. “Okay?”
With a hesitant smile on her lips, she kissed him. They melted into each other, licking into a deeper kiss and letting out an exhale of need against each other.
The oven timer beeped, and she pulled away. “Okay, sir.” She saluted him with a wink as she pushed off his lap. Hungry eyes went to the crotch of her bright yoga pants that were now dark with her arousal.
She pulled the not-burnt cookies out of the oven.
She noticed there wasn’t any not doing that agains or shouldn’ts about what had just happened coming from the couch.
Doesn’t seem like the time for a “what are we” conversation. Just take the win.
Maybe we could be neighbors with benefits. Just get it out of our systems.
She moved the cookies to the cooling rack. I know how you feel, molten hot cookies. I too was exploding from a hot-ass hunk of steel recently.
“Your car is finally ready. It’s outside and AB’s booster seat is installed in the back.” He placed her keys on the countertop.
He grabbed his shirt from the kitchen floor and kissed her slowly over her shoulder.
“What’s the final total I owe you?” she asked.
He grabbed a hot cookie from the rack, not reacting to the heat. “Nothing. It’s a perk of being AB’s nanny.”
Absolutely not. “Luca—”
He shrugged defensively. “I don’t make the rules. AB negotiated your benefits package.” He smiled as he chewed, his eyes dancing with warmth until he saw the oven clock. “Shit, need to hop in the shower. Client meeting’s in twenty minutes.”
She hugged him hard. “I have to run next door and take a shower too, but lock up. I can grab these after they cool.”
“I’d invite you to join me,” he said, placing another quick kiss on her lips. “But I don’t think I’d make it to the meeting on time.” He squeezed her hip and then walked to the stairs with a wink.
She watched until his feet disappeared upstairs to let out the That Was the Hottest Thing That’s Happened in My Whole Fucking Life dance coursing through her body.
Happy vibrations twisted through her muscles and nerve endings, and she cracked her neck. It was like she’d gotten a chiropractor reset, massage, and her chakras blown wide open all at the same time.
She grabbed her car keys to Baby and considered what had happened on the couch as she started toward the back door.
She bit her bottom lip, remembering all the things he’d said. Everything he liked about her, like her sweaty scent and her taste. How he’d dreamed about her.
An incredibly naughty idea popped into her head.
I should at least leave him a thank-you present, right?
Grabbing a post-it note, she scribbled a heart and an O on it. Shimmying out of her yoga pants, she tugged off her panties, thoroughly wrecked from Luca having had his way with her. Tugging her pants back on, she walked to the bottom of the stairs.
And left her panties and the post-it where he wouldn’t miss it.
* * *
OLIVIA
Good evening
Luca
Liv
Are you trying to kill me
Olivia
I see you found my present
Luca
I was 10 min late to my client meeting.
Olivia
Why??
Luca
Because I had to…
Well you know.
Olivia
Hmmmm…I don’t.
Mind spelling it out for me?
Luca
Troublemaker
Fine.
I stood on the stairs in my best business-owner clothes fucking my hand to how good you smell. Like an animal.
Lasted a grand total of 2 minutes.
Happy now?
Olivia
Very.
What’d you do with the other 8 minutes?
….
Come onnnn….don’t leave me on read.
Tell me.
Luca
Change my fucking clothes, Liv.
You made a mess of me and you weren’t even there.