Chapter 31Olivia
Olivia
The motorcycle tires slow along the patchy dirt, the rev of the engine dissipating as soon as we reach the center of the overlook. A radiant sky provides an awning above us, scattered stars just as abundant as they were that magical night.
Cade swivels in his seat, the leather of his coat scrunching against me as he slips my helmet off. The cool breeze touches my face, and I brush my bangs aside to look at the silhouette of the spreading tree.
The intricate lines of the branches are less visible with the growing season, but the view still triggers the same spark. Last time, that spark was just a glowing particle against the air. Fated to blow away with the mildest whisper of temptation.
I settle my hand in Cade’s to swing my leg over, my boots landing on the sparse gravel with ease. Frayed peaks of trees form a fence around us as I walk along the ground, serenity empaling my veins with the smell of fresh oak.
A rough palm skims my hand from behind. “Come on.”
When I peek over my shoulder, my breath falters as Cade leads us to the spreading tree. Adrenaline rises from my chest to my throat, until our legs halt in front of the thick trunk.
He slips his fingers from mine to remove his jacket, laying it down at the fat roots of the tree. He lowers to sit with his back flush against the bark, knees bending around the leather he just fanned out.
His gaze flicks up as he offers his hand, a pair of dusty-blue eyes carving from the darkness. Then I accept, stepping and turning to sink between Cade’s spread legs.
I snuggle into his solid torso, heat singeing my back just as the chill of the leather greets my butt. “This is so beautiful. I can’t get over it.” I speak just above a whisper, eyes clinging to the panoramic view.
Goosebumps lift on my skin when his stubbled lips tickle my ear. “I thought I was going to kiss you the last time we were here.”
“I wish you would have.” I swallow thickly, his woody scent embracing me just as his strong arms do. “But I know why you didn’t.”
My palms find his knees, gently kneading the denim there, and then he sheathes my hands with his. “I guess some would say I’m loyal to a fault.”
I press my back into his chest, angling my chin up on an intake of breath. “Loyalty isn’t a fault at all. It makes you the amazing man you are,” I whisper.
His right palm lands on my stomach, and a primal heat seeps through the fabric of my dress. A bated breath erupts from my lungs, the lick of the metal around his middle finger kindling that familiar spark.
“I’m sorry that you were the one to get hurt in your last relationship. I really am.”
I mean it.
I’m not sorry that he can’t be with her. He deserves better than how she treated him. But I am sorry his perfect heart had to break in the process.
I peel my right hand off his knee, connecting my fingertips to his stainless-steel ring.
“It takes two to tango,” he admits.
My head timidly shakes, eyes hooking on the starlit canopy above. “I’ll never understand how she couldn’t see everything that was right in front of her.”
The pads of my fingers press into the contours of the ring, and then his left palm frames my cheek. He turns my head until our lips meet over my shoulder, his thumb brushing the skin between my long bangs and hoop earring.
I trail my eyes up, only to steadily close them when his lips melt to mine. He massages my lower lip before gifting the upper one the same attention, his light stubble leaving embers on every spot he scorches.
His silky tongue dips inside my mouth, each lap more eager as he tightens his hold. We’re a fusion of smothered breaths and moans, our tongues crashing with bliss.
I whimper as he hooks each coarse palm inside both my thighs. He begins to pry them apart, but I double over and squeeze them shut. We’re breathily chuckling when his lips land on the hair above my ear, his large hands cupping the backs of my thighs now.
“What? Did our first encounter strike me out forever?” he teasingly purrs, lifting my legs so my knees are at my chest.
Our first encounter.
I bite my lip as I shake my head.
“No?” he eggs on.
“No,” I whisper sharply. “Never.”
I whimper when he plants my feet on the outside of his legs. The chill of the wind licks my soaked panties as I’m spread-eagled to the landscape, and he slides my coat off. He lays it down next to us, my back burrowing into him as I stabilize my palms on my hips.
His fingers linger along the exposed skin of my inner thighs, and my heartbeat ricochets in my throat. He flicks the hem of my dress up, my ass lifting shamelessly so he can gather the fabric from underneath me.
He slides the crotch of my panties aside, framing my pussy with two long fingers.
I rotate my head to peer up at him, my brows knitting when he squeezes my drenched lips.
“A damn sanctuary just for my cock,” he whispers, touching his nose to mine.
Then his digits knead my swollen clit. “Can I worship you here?”
His breath tingles across my mouth, his head nodding just as mine does. I moan when he gently pinches my clit, licking my lips when he repeats the foreign gesture a couple times.
My gaze hoods, a trembling sigh escaping me when he yanks the neckline of my dress to pop a naked breast out. His hot palm conceals it instantly, massaging it just as he plays with my pussy for a few more strokes. “Hmm? I don’t think I heard an answer,” he murmurs, tweaking my stiff nipple.
“Yes,” I mewl, quivering from the delicious burn.
Both his hands link in front of me now, and my attention steers to his fiddling fingers. Then he lays one palm on my left thigh, only to trail a cold, rippled object over the skin of my right.
A shiver arises along the tender slope of my flesh, the brush of the cool metal between his fingers forming galaxies out of the stars above.
Cade’s rippled ring caresses me—the very tunnel I walked through to reach him on the other side. The channel to our destiny, now sewing a promise into my skin just like the stitched sky above.
We were written in the stars.
“I think you want my ring somewhere else,” Cade taunts against my ear. “Naughty girl.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
A low growl ejects from his mouth. “Hold those panties to the side. Keep your legs right here.”
I cradle the back of his neck in my left palm, and my free fingers hook into the bunched lace. I hold the sopping lace, a mild breeze rubbing my clit before the draft ignites goosebumps along my legs.
My lower belly strangles as his ring marks a path from my knee. A slow journey that breathes fire until he reaches the apex of my thigh.
I gasp when the cold crests of the metal kiss my warm pussy, his forehead dropping to the crook of my neck right after. “ Fuck , you’re so wet,” he groans.
My head pivots as his raises, our parted lips skating against each other. His fingers languidly drag the ring up to circle my swollen clit, massaging the soaked button before settling it at my entrance.
He recycles the torturous routine, softly lapping up my muted whimpers with a ghost of a suck on my lips. The gentle pressure is just as dreadful as it is between my legs. An unanswered prayer lost in the haze of our mingled breaths.
A ribbon coils deep at my core, body tensing as the balloon of pleasure inflates. Every agonizing stroke to my pussy swelling it, only for it to deflate when his lips and ring abandon me completely.
“Are you a tight girl, Olivia?” His voice grates with lust.
I swallow thickly. “I-I think so.”
“You think so?” he rumbles softly.
“Maybe you should find out,” I breathe, the need for him to fill me too immense to be bashful.
I jolt when his palm smacks my wet pussy, eyes rolling with the tingle that radiates across my sex. My head lolls just enough to stick my gaze to the treetop silhouettes beyond the guardrail, and I pray for him to fuck me with his fingers.
My body is his, not mine anymore. And if there was a contract, I’d spit on the signature line to give myself away sooner.
His mouth grazes the shell of my ear as he settles the ring against my slick hole. The stainless steel is wrapped on the tip of his middle finger, prodding my delicate skin before two fingers plunge into me.
I yelp from the pinched pleasure, my hips bucking on instinct. His free palm locks my inner thigh in place, and then he’s idling inside me. “ Oh yeah , that’s a tight little pussy, huh?”
I pulse around his digits, his chin parking against my temple to study the event between my legs. It’s so filthy, but I bite my lip as I peel my left palm from behind his neck to lift the gathered hem of my dress higher.
His inked hand is buried to the hilt between my legs, and he swipes a thumb back and forth over my puffy clit. Our gazes gift fuel for the erotic scene, my juices now leaking onto him as his thumb continues to toy with me.
“Yeah, you like this?” he taunts. “Us watching my hand polish you off until I rub all the cum out of you?”
I whine, releasing the hem of my dress to cup the back of his neck again. His tattooed wrist begins to wiggle when he curls two fingers inside me, massaging that delicious spot with the metal ridges of his jewelry.
My body hums, a sweet vibration spreading wildly and straight to my bones.
“You’re practically choking my fingers.” My skin lights up as he nips my earlobe, his voice a hoarse tease. “I might have to make you scream a little bit when I’m bouncing you on my cock.”
“I can take it,” I breathe unapologetically.
My legs quiver as his inked wrist drives forward, his glossy fingers fading in and out of me. His thumb flicks my sensitive bundle, my fingers twisting into his hair when the boiling pressure at my core bubbles dangerously to the surface.
His lips land on my neck, and my hand instantly tugs on my panties until they’re biting into my skin. A makeshift handle to hold as my abdomen chokes from the friction inside my pussy.
I turn my head so his mouth can hang over mine. “Come on, do it,” he rasps over the wet sounds of my excitement. “Show me how good this pussy is gonna be when I’m pounding into it.”
He pumps faster, the hot and urgent drills of his fingers shooting a blinding heat through my body. The ribbon coils round and round, my mewls slapping his lips as my hips start to rock against his hand.
“You’re gonna soak my fingers, aren’t you?” he murmurs roughly. “Even though anyone can walk up here and see these sweet legs wide open. You’re just gonna unload all over my hand anyway, huh?”
I nod, words caged behind my pursed lips as the pressure finally combusts.
“ Yes ,” he grits out. “Right here. Come on, give it to me.”
My orgasm erupts, my pussy suffocating his fingers as the electric shocks of my climax douse my body in flames. The stars in front of me blur to glaring white splotches, stealing all my senses as he tips me over the edge of this damn cliff.
His free hand slaps the tender skin of my inner thigh, the lick of the smack spurring me up the pinnacle. “ Atta girl ,” he coaxes, stealthily pumping his drenched fingers through my high. “Look at that pretty mess you’re making for me.”
My body spasms, eyes squeezing shut as I lean my forehead into his chin. His lips press to my damp temple, my limbs jerking with every pleasure-induced wave he crashes into me.
Eventually, the rhythm of his fingers decelerates as the contractions mellow. The last of the aftershocks strike, only for ashes to be left scattered from the blazing fire we just created.
Cade slips his fingers out, lifting my wobbly thighs so that my boots are planted on the inside of his legs.
His soaked fingers glide up my chin, trailing the scent and texture of my orgasm before his ring grazes my lips.
“Taste that,” he commands. “Taste what a filthy fucking girl you are before you make me clean up after you.”
Reflexively, my mouth sucks the coated metal. A quiet moan stumbles from me, and then Cade’s pulling the jewelry away.
I turn my head to peer up into his crystal depths, a dash of a smirk sewn into his face as he uncurls his right arm from me.
My lips part in awe when he pushes the tip of his middle finger in his mouth, sucking the ring that’s now lathered with my pleasure. And if I didn’t just orgasm, I sure as hell would when I watch him slip his entire digit through his lips.
He gently pops it out of his mouth, then uses his other hand to drag the ring back to his knuckle. I burrow my teeth into my bottom lip, my cheeks flushing as I cuddle deeper into his hard chest.
That smug grin is still shining, his left palm catching my cheek to angle my chin up. “You could create another damn heaven with the taste of your pussy,” he hums, nudging the tip of his nose against mine.
I smile shyly, taking his hand off my face to shift in his embrace. My body straightens, our palms relocating on his knees as I glue my back to his torso.
“Let me please you,” I say as we both stargaze.
“You already do.” His voice is just above a whisper. “Every damn day, Olivia.”
His palms are flipped upward, and I dance my fingertips along his. “I want you inside of me so bad, Cade. I want you to do whatever you want with my body. Ruin me for anyone else.”
“Are you always this generous with men?”
I shake my head, returning my attention to him over my shoulder. “No,” I say. “You’re the only man I’d give anything to.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
“You earned it,” I whisper.
His mouth steals my lips in the next erratic breath, the two of us floating to bliss in this alternate dimension we built.
That our souls built.