Chapter 37Olivia
Olivia
I knock my pride down on the totem pole. Of all the selfless things I could repay him with, this is the best start I can think of. “Yes, I lied to you,” I whisper. “It’s the first and last time I ever will. I promise you with everything I am.”
A gasp breaks from my chest when he hoists me up by the backs of my thighs. My limbs snuggle around his neck and waist rapidly, our lips and tongues clashing in a ravenous momentum.
He’s walking us up the stairs, hooking his fingers in the hem of my flannel. I tear my mouth from him, completing the task by tugging the garment off my body, my bare breasts spilling out between us.
We enter his bedroom before he sets me on my feet, and I’m toeing my sneakers off. He crouches to wrench my shorts down my legs, my palms falling on his shoulders to step out of the bottoms.
I’m butt naked when he stands to trap my waist in his palms. He’s pulling me against him as he backpedals to the edge of the bed, sinking down with me until I’m straddling his lap. He grinds my hips against his thick bulge, shooting a luscious shockwave to my center.
“Let me please you. I want to take care of you,” I pant, my fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he flicks his snapback off, only to reach over his shoulder. I help bunch up the fabric over his rippled stomach, and then he tugs from behind to expose his inked torso.
I rest my palms over the warm skin of his pecs, tracing the firm muscle with my nails. The tent of his arousal digs into my bare pussy, and a piercing ache brews between my legs.
But despite the demand of my body, I want so severely to gift this man pleasure. For all he is and everything he’s done. I just want to make him feel good the way he’s made me in so many countless ways.
“I’ll let you have a little fun if you want,” he offers, leaning back on his palms.
My belly somersaults as I drag my hands down the solid ridges of his abdomen. I curl my fingers in the waistband of his joggers and underwear, sliding off the bed until I’m on my knees between his spread legs.
His eyes track every flicker of movement, desire lathering the inside of my thighs as I tug his bottoms over his hard cock. He springs free, lifting his ass off the mattress so I can shove his clothing down his legs.
“You hungry?” he taunts, bending to release his ankles from the garments.
I gulp when he tosses his bottoms aside, his palm fisting his thick cock right after. Then he wraps a free hand around the side of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he pumps himself.
Peering up into his glazed eyes, I nod.
“Stick your tongue out,” he commands. “Let’s see if that pretty mouth sucks cock as good as it gives attitude.”
His challenge lifts my hands to his quads, and I lean in. My bottom lip hangs, tongue timidly laying out before he rubs the velvet skin of his dick there.
He tauntingly massages me, languid strokes before he sinks farther in. His eyes are secured to my mouth, lids hooding when he slaps his cock against me a few times.
My eyes gape, giving me away.
A guttural rumble pours from him, sending both his hands through my hair to start gathering it at the back. “Oh, my girl doesn’t like to get slapped around a little bit,” he coos. “That’s just too bad for you, isn’t it?”
I suck my tongue back in my mouth, swallowing the tingle of the smack. “I can handle it.”
Lie.
I’ve given blowjobs before, but he seems to be expecting someone with an expert-level skill. I’d say I’m sitting at the intermediate tier.
I’ll die before admitting that.
I lock my eyes with his, winding my palm around the base of his dick. My tongue pokes out to lick a trail up the satin underside of his shaft, and a hiss leaks through his teeth.
He fastens his hold on my hair, my tongue swirling around the smooth head in response. My lips close around the tip, concealing my teeth before I suck half of him in my mouth. I flatten my tongue against him, bobbing my head in a calculated rhythm as I stroke the base.
“On your knees. Mouth stuffed like a little whore. You look so pretty, baby,” he coos.
I moan around his cock, his fingers massaging my scalp as I draw more of his length in. My pace kicks up just as he gently thrusts to the back of my throat, the burn dousing my body with adrenaline.
“Suck me , ” he breathes hoarsely.
Tears poke the corners of my eyes, a line of drool hanging from my mouth as I meet his pumps. But the increased force of his thrusts prove to be too much when I heave.
He tears his palms from my hair, fixing them beside him as his head rears back in compliance. I track him with teary eyes, treasuring the way the thick veins in his neck and arms protrude as he abandons all his control.
He grabs himself, his glassy and icy-blue stare greeting me again. His mouth droops in a trance, and then he’s coasting his dick down the cushion of my lower lip.
Spurts of cum whack my chin and swells of my breasts, his groans flexing his handsome face before my lips absently seal.
“No, no, no. Give me that mouth,” he breathes. His free digits pry me open so he can finish unloading inside. “Take it. Swallow me.”
His shaft pulses, his rigid body flinching as his salty excitement hits the back of my throat. And then I’m sucking him dry.
His brows weave in a blend of pain and joy, eyes glittering with adoration for the sight before him.
Me.
Covered in him.
Until he falls limp.
I drift toward his balls, paving a trail of saliva until I’m sucking one into my mouth.
He mutters expletives, sinking his back into the mattress as his hands rip into his dark hair.
I stare in worship as his strong and steel body spasms under my touch, massaging his delicate skin through my needy lips.
I feel invincible watching him crumble, my attention locked on him as he whimpers through the dose of ecstasy. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuucckk .”
Frayed breaths pour from him, his gaze stationing to the ceiling as he reaches for me. His hips twitch, a hiss trickling from him when he swats my chin away.
He’s letting me know we’re done. It’s not up for debate.
“That pussy nice and wet for me?” he rasps.
I wipe my slick chin, my legs squeezing the arousal smeared on my inner thighs. “Yes.”
“I think you need a more comfortable seat.” He skates his body back until he’s lying down with his head propped on a pillow, one leg bent up.
My stomach tumbles as our gazes knot together, and I stand just as he coaxes me over with a finger.
“You like your new necklace? Bring that sexy ass over here,” he entices, lust trailing his tone.
His playfulness injects me with the same spirit. I sink my palms and knees into the mattress, biting my lip as I crawl my way up to him over the navy bedspread. And when I’m hovered above him, he hooks his forearms between my legs to position me over his head.
Two rough palms knead my ass, and I quiver when his lips trail light kisses above my sex. Fiery jolts dance along my skin with every naughty flick of his tongue. All my tension channels to my nipples, hardening them to sharpened points as my hands surf the thick waves on his head.
I purse my lips, breath caught in my lungs when he scoots his body so his mouth is directly under me. His grip loosens around my ass, hands drifting along my thighs in an affectionate caress.
“You’re tense, stop that,” he whispers.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t kn—”
“You don’t know how to sit?” His voice is a hoarse jab at my reluctance. Then his two fingers tentatively travel my wet seam, until they stroke my clit a few times.
Quick.
Then slow.
Then quick again.
I shudder before he tears his fingers away, the loss of the rapid pleasure almost devastating.
“Sit the fuck down, Olivia,” he rasps. “Let me lick this pussy.”
I wet my lips, my weight sinking toward his face for any kind of friction. A breathy snicker slaps my center, and the silk of his tongue finally touches me.
He drags up until his lips close, sucking harshly around my clit.
Holy shit.
“ Oh, yes ,” I whimper, coiling my fingers in his hair.
“Mm, such a pity I didn’t do this sooner,” he murmurs tauntingly. He swipes his tongue along me again, wrenching a moan from my lips. “Yeah?” His mouth closes around my swollen bundle, briefly sucking and popping it. “Should I beg for forgiveness?”
Another mewl springs free, and his face buries between my legs.
His tongue laps my slick hole, only for his lips to suck the delicate skin there. The scrape of his stubble kindles goosebumps across my legs, his tongue now lashing at my clit with vengeance.
I chuck my head back, tugging on his tendrils like reins. His warm mouth envelopes that hot button, and he sucks it like a fucking baby bottle.
Mangled sounds pour from my throat as I rock my hips against him, my abdomen buckling in sweet torture. His left palm delivers a sharp slap to my ass, while his tattooed hand splays out right above my pussy.
He kneads my skin upward to expose my swollen clit, my eyes meeting his as his teeth gently sink down. I startle at the sensation, and a mischievous smirk spreads across his face.
Then I’m watching as he alternates between licking and nipping, my body lighting up in chaotic flames.
My insides screw tight as I become wetter with every strike of his skilled mouth. He shakes his head against me, his tongue brushing my sweet bundle with the motion. “Don’t you come yet. I didn’t tell you to come,” he taunts.
“ Cade , no ,” I whine.
He groans as he sinks his head back into the mattress, leaving my clit abandoned and ringing with rage. With his hand still resting above my pussy, he bites his glistening lip as he swipes his thumb across my clit. Just once.
“I know you’re not going to lie to me again.”
Conviction and warning weave his words together.
My throat bobs as I shake my head. “No.”
Another stroke against my lubricated bundle. But nothing more.