Chapter 6 Oliver
oliver
“Dig in.” The words claw out of my throat, more demand than offer. She doesn’t even blink; Cydney goes straight for the largest, most overloaded slice, snatching it up and sinking her teeth in without an ounce of hesitation. I fucking love watching her eat.
She takes half the slice in a single bite, tomato sauce smearing the corner of her mouth, and my cock jerks at the sight.
Cydney chews, savoring every molecule, and then she licks her lips with a slow, teasing swipe of her tongue.
She catches me watching and raises her brows, like she knows exactly where my filthy thoughts are heading.
“Best pizza in Worthington Hills,” she moans around her next bite, and I swear to God, my cock is harder than steel. “You’ve got good taste, Burkhardt.”
I’m losing my goddamn mind.
“You have no idea,” I mutter, eyes tracking every motion of her mouth, every flex of her fingers as she folds the next bite in half. I reach for a slice, but I barely even taste it. My attention is glued to her lips and the confident way she devours every single crumb.
She polishes off her slice and licks her fingers, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Fuck. I want to pin her to the sofa and taste every trace of sauce left on her lips, her wrists, between those gorgeous tits.
She sighs, all satisfied and sassy, then reaches for another slice. This woman is going to kill me. “Why aren’t you eating?” she teases, cocking her head like she knows exactly how wound up I am. “You’re staring at me like you’ve never seen a woman eat pizza before.”
I can barely keep my shit together. “I’ve never seen anyone eat like you,” I rasp, my throat dry as sandpaper. “It’s fucking hypnotic.”
She bites into the crust, her tongue flicking out to catch a drip of cheese. My cock throbs against my zipper, and I have to shift on the cushion, desperate for relief. I can’t even taste my own food. My brain is stuck on her. I want her more than I want my next breath.
Fuck it. I set my pizza down and stare at her, zeroing in on the way her lips shine and her eyes dare me to make the next move. My cock is throbbing as my pulse pounds in my ears.
“You keep eating like that, and I’ll forget about dinner and eat you instead.” I don’t soften my voice. I want her to hear the threat, the promise. She freezes with the slice halfway to her mouth, eyes going wide for a half-second before her lips curl.
“Is that a threat?” She licks a drop of sauce right off her thumb, then flashes those fuck-me eyes at me. “Or a promise?”
Holy hell. She wants to play? I’ll play.
I crowd her on the couch, moving so fast the pizza box nearly flies off the table.
My hand closes around her wrist, pinning it to the cushion, her pulse racing under my thumb.
I feel every frantic beat, and it goes straight to my cock.
She’s so damn soft in my grip, but she’s not backing down, not for a second.
“Are you positive this is what you want?” My voice comes out low and rough, nothing but hunger.
Cydney grins, pure sass, and lifts her chin like she’s daring me to do my worst. “Gobble me up.”
Fuck. I almost lose it right there.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I growl, and then I’m on her, mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and barely-restrained violence. She tastes like tomato and heat and pure fucking temptation.
She moans against my lips, and if I wasn’t already hard as steel, I’d be there now.
Fuck. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I don’t hold back.
I sink my hands into that dark, wild hair and crush her mouth under mine, devouring her like I’ve been starving for years.
Cydney kisses back, hungry and hot, her curves pressed tight against me.
Her tongue meets mine, bold and greedy, and I groan into her mouth.
I want her messy and wild and completely ruined by the time I’m done.
She claws at my sweater, yanking it up, and I help her, tearing it off and tossing it across the room. She looks at my bare chest like she wants to take a bite out of me, and hell if I don’t want to let her. Her nails scrape down my abs and straight to my waistband, and I can barely think straight.
But I want to take my time. I want to memorize every inch, every sound, every damn detail of this woman. She squirms under me, hungry and demanding, and it’s all I can do not to rip her clothes off and take her right here. But I want to make her beg first.
I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, anchoring her to the sofa cushions. She arches up, tits pressing tight against her sweatshirt, and my cock jerks so hard I nearly black out. “You like being pinned down, Cydney?” I rasp, my voice barely more than a growl.
Her eyes flash, wild with challenge. “What do you think, boss man?” She tries to buck her hips, but I shove my thigh between her legs and pin her even tighter.
“I think you’re dying for it.” I nip at her lower lip, tugging until she gasps. “I think you want me to ruin you.”
Her breath comes in ragged bursts, thighs squeezing around my leg like she’s already imagining what I could do to her. Fuck, she’s soaked through and squirming on my thigh, and I haven’t even gotten started.
I push my leg against her sweet spot, and she gasps, arching up like she’s about to come just from a little pressure.
Perfect. I lean in, trailing my lips down her jaw and across her throat, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.
I want her to see it in the mirror tomorrow morning and remember exactly who she fucking belongs to.
“Let’s get this off,” I growl, tugging her soft blue sweatshirt up and over her head.
Her hair tumbles loose, all wild and messy, exactly how I want it.
She’s got nothing on underneath except bare, gorgeous skin and those luscious tits I’ve been fantasizing about since the day I walked into Gobble Me Up.
“Holy hell, Cydney.” My voice is barely recognizable.
I grab both tits in my hands and squeeze, rougher than I should, but she whimpers and arches into my grip, practically begging for more.
Fucking hell, I’m addicted to this woman.
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip.
Cydney cries out and tangles her fingers in my hair, yanking me closer like she can’t get enough.
“God, yes…” Her breath hitches, and she writhes under me, her hips grinding against my thigh. I pin her tighter, loving the way she fights and submits all at once. I want her desperate. I want her wrecked. I want her to forget her own damn name, as long as she remembers mine.
I nip at her other nipple, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, then lick it soothingly, feeling her shiver.
Her skin breaks out in goosebumps and her back bows off the couch.
I release her wrists for half a second, just so I can rip her yoga pants down those perfect goddamn thighs, dragging them over her hips and off in one savage motion.
I nearly tear the seams getting them past her knees.
No way in hell I’m stopping now. She’s bare and beautiful under me, every inch of her glowing in the soft light, and fuck me, my cock throbs at the sight.
Cydney’s breath comes in little gasps, her nipples rock hard, tits heaving as I hold her down. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I growl. She squirms, desperate for more as I slide my hand between her legs.
“Oliver,” she whimpers. “Please.”
God, that does it for me. I want to hear her beg, cry out, come apart over and over.
I nip my way down her chest, tongue flicking over her bare skin, savoring the way her whole body shivers for me.
I drop kisses along her ribs, licking, nibbling, marking my territory as I go.
Cydney’s heart pounds so loud I can hear it.
Good. I want her wild. I want her desperate.
I pause to look up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. “You ready for what comes next, sweetheart?” I grin, pure predator, and spread her thighs wide so I can see every perfect inch of her.
“Yes,” she gasps, voice wrecked. Her hands tangle in my hair, urging me closer.
Hell fucking yes. I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the sofa, right where I want her. The smell of her arousal hits me like a freight train, and my cock practically loses its mind.
I run my tongue along her inner thigh, slow and teasing, watching the goosebumps break out on her soft skin. Fuck, she’s shaking for me already, and I haven’t even given her a real taste of what’s coming.
I drag my tongue higher, nipping at the sensitive skin just inside her thigh, and she shivers all over, clutching the cushion with both hands like she’s bracing for impact. I’m not letting her off easy. Not tonight.
I spread her thighs wider, greedy for a view of her dripping, perfect pussy. Jesus, she’s soaked. My cock throbs so damn hard I’m about to bust my jeans zipper. Her sweet scent punches straight through the last of my self-control.
“God, look at you,” I rumble, staring right at her glistening folds. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cydney. You know that?”
She’s breathless, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Please, Oliver…” Her voice is wrecked, pure desperation. Music to my damn ears.
I lean in and taste her.
Jesus. The taste of her arousal hits me so hard I almost see stars. I groan and press my mouth against her folds, spreading her lips with my thumbs to get a better view. Fuck. She’s perfect. I run my tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit, and she jerks like I zapped her with a live wire.
“Oliver!” she chokes out, voice already trembling.
God, I’ll never get enough of this. I lap at her slit, probing her opening with my tongue, then swirl it around her clit until her whole body is fucking shaking.
I feast on her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it hard with my tongue while I work two fingers inside her.
She’s tight and hot and so fucking ready, her inner walls clamp down and suck my fingers deeper.
Holy hell, she’s tight. Her entire body arches up off the couch as I work my fingers inside her, and the way she clenches around me makes my cock throb so hard I almost see stars.
“Oh my God—” Cydney’s voice breaks, nothing but raw need. She’s completely exposed, hips grinding against my mouth, desperate for more.
I don’t let up. I curl my fingers just right, hitting her sweet spot on every stroke while my tongue flicks her clit until she’s making the most gorgeous, wrecked little noises I’ve ever heard. Her thighs tremble and snap tight around my head as she begs me not to stop.
That’s fine by me. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve tasted every drop she has for me.