Chapter 10 Oliver
oliver
It started small, like all the best obsessions do.
Monday night, she's waiting on my sofa when I drag my dead-tired ass through the door.
She's curled up with her legs tucked beneath her, dark hair spilling over one shoulder of her cream sweater that's slipped just enough to reveal the curve where her neck meets her collarbone.
One look at her—those mischievous eyes glancing up from her phone, that knowing half-smile—and the twelve-hour workday evaporates from my muscles.
Exhaustion transforms into something electric, a hunger that starts at the base of my spine and spreads outward like wildfire.
For a split second, I wonder if this is what other people call “domestic bliss.” I’ve never been a fan of that phrase—too soft, too boring. But with Cydney on my sofa, cheeks flushed and eyes crinkling with mischief, it’s more like “domestic thrill ride.”
I drop my briefcase and pull her straight into my arms. “You’re late,” she murmurs against my chest.
My cock jumps at the sound of her voice.
I tighten my grip, squeezing her soft curves against me, not willing to let her go for even a second.
“Not my fault you make time stand still.” I bury my nose in her hair and inhale deeply.
Jesus, she smells like vanilla and something warm and sweet.
My entire body goes on red alert, every muscle hungry for her.
Cydney laughs, head tucked under my jaw, arms winding around my waist. “Smooth, Burkhardt. How many hours did you spend workshopping that line?”
“Only all fucking day.” I press my lips to her temple, not even pretending to play it cool. “It’s why I had to stay late to get my shit done.”
She tilts her head up, those big brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “You hungry?”
Fuck. My cock goes rock hard at the way she says it, all casual and innocent, like she doesn’t know she’s the only thing I crave. I can’t help myself—I catch her jaw in my hand and force her to look at me, eyes locked, heat pouring out of every inch of me.
“For you,” I growl, voice rough enough to sand wood. “I like my dessert first.”
Her cheeks flush, and her lips curve into that wicked little smirk that makes me want to ruin her on every surface in this apartment.
She slides to her knees right in front of me.
Holy fuck. My heart slams into overdrive as my cock turns to stone, and already, it feels like my entire body is about to explode.
She palms my zipper, slow as sin, and glances up at me with those huge brown eyes. “Actually, I think I’m the one getting dessert first,” she murmurs. My cock jerks like it just got hit with a live wire.
Before I can even catch my breath, she’s already got my pants open, belt clattering onto the hardwood. Her fingers, soft and quick, tug my cock free of my boxer briefs. The cool air shocks my skin for a split second before her cherry-red lips wrap around the head.
The heat of her mouth, velvet and hungry, rolls through me in a surge that damn near knocks the world off its axis.
Her tongue teases with slow, controlled circles, every pass deliberate.
My vision goes fuzzy at the edges, knees ready to give out; I’m seconds from blacking out, and she’s barely started.
She works me with her mouth like she’s daring me to lose control. I grab the back of her head and groan, desperate and wrecked.
“Fuck, baby, just like that,” I rasp as she works her hot little mouth up and down my cock. I bury both hands in her hair, gripping tight. She moans around me, sending vibrations through my shaft and damn near making me black out.
“I’m about to come.” The words rip out of me on a groan because, holy shit, I’m not going to last long if she keeps this up.
Cydney pops off the head, licking her lips, eyes shining with a thousand dirty promises. “That’s the plan,” she teases, stroking me slowly, thumb swirling over the slit just to torture me.
I can barely breathe. My knees threaten to give out. God, I want it. I want to watch her swallow every drop, want her to take everything I give her. Fuck. Watching her on her knees, mouth open and waiting for my cum, is enough to make my balls draw up tight.
“Open up for me, gorgeous,” I demand, my voice so rough and desperate I almost don’t recognize it.
She licks her lips and looks me dead in the eye as she sinks all the way down, taking me so deep her nose presses against my lower abs. Holy hell. My vision goes white at the edges. I fist both hands in her hair and try not to lose my mind.
“Shit, Cydney, just like that.” My body locks up as she works me, hot tongue swirling under the head and sucking hard enough to make my knees buckle. I have to brace one hand on the wall behind her just to stay upright. She’s relentless, swallowing me down and moaning like she can’t get enough.
I look down and see her eyes glassy with need, cheeks hollowed from taking me so deep, her lips stretched wide around my cock. The sight just about undoes me. Fuck. My little bakery queen looks so goddamn gorgeous on her knees, worshipping my cock. My balls draw up, and I’m seconds from blowing.
“Gonna come for you, sweetheart. Take it all.” My voice is nothing but a growl. She moans around me, and the vibration rips the last shred of control away.
I explode down her throat, pumping her full. “Fuck.” The word tears out of me, hoarse and wild, as pleasure wrecks my body. She doesn’t flinch, just holds me deep, swallowing every drop like an angel with a filthy streak. Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I let go of her hair and brace my hands on either side of her face. Her lips milk every last drop, and when she finally pulls off, she licks the head, slowly and sloppily, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes never leave mine.
“You make a hell of a dessert, Burkhardt.” She grins up at me, absolutely shameless.
I can barely breathe. My heart’s pounding like I just ran a triathlon, and my cock is still twitching in her hand, begging for another go.
“I’m going to eat you alive, Cydney.” My voice comes out rough and unsteady, which is fucking embarrassing, but I don’t care.
I grab her around the waist and haul her up, tossing her right over my shoulder.
She squeals, but I don’t give her a chance to do anything else—I stalk down the hall, exhilarated and ready for round two.
There’s no patience left in me, not when she’s writhing over my shoulder and giggling like she knows exactly how hard she’s killing me right now.
I kick the bedroom door open and drop her on the bed, then yank her sweater up and over her head before she can blink.
Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening.
For a second, I just stare, memorizing the picture.
My little queen. My fucking obsession. If I don’t have her, I might actually lose my mind.
She props herself up on her elbows, those gorgeous tits bouncing just enough to make me want to bite them. “You look like you’re about to devour me,” she teases, voice low. Her bare thighs rub together, already slick and needy.
I tear her leggings down her hips and toss them across the room. No underwear. Fucking perfect. My cock twitches at the sight of her bare pussy, already glistening, thighs slick and trembling as she waits to see what I’m going to do next.
“Spread those thighs for me, baby. Show me how much you missed me.” She instantly follows my command. My chest squeezes so tightly I can barely breathe as I drink her in for a second. She’s panting, legs splayed wide, eyes hot and wild as she dares me to take her.
“Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to fuck me?” She grins up at me, pure challenge, all sass and temptation.
“Careful, sweetheart. I warned you I’d eat you alive.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean. My cock is so hard it hurts, but nothing’s going to stop me from tasting her first.
I kneel at the foot of the bed and grab her ankles, jerking her ass right to the edge of the bed.
I stare down at my woman and, holy hell, I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my entire fucking life.
Her pussy is already glistening, pretty lips split wide and begging for my mouth.
She’s trembling, legs tense, and I can’t help but run my hands up her thighs, squeezing her soft curves until she whimpers for more.
“God, you’re perfect,” I grit out. I’m so fucking hungry for her, it’s a miracle I don’t just bury my face and devour her right now. But I want her needy. I want her wild.
Cydney stares at me, face flushed, eyes wide and dark with challenge. “You said you were going to eat me alive, Burkhardt.” Her voice is a dare, and damn if my cock doesn’t twitch at the sound of it.
She has no idea what she’s in for, but she’s about to find out.
I run my hands up her silky thighs and spread her wider, taking a long moment just to stare at that perfect, glistening pussy. “Holy hell, baby. You’re soaked for me.” My fingers barely brush her lips, and she shivers like she’s about to come right there. Fucking gorgeous.
“Don’t tease,” she rasps, voice shaky with need.
I chuckle, low and satisfied, letting my thumb graze her clit. “Where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?”
She arches her back, tits jiggling as she stares me down. “If you don’t put your mouth on me, I’m going to scream.”
“You’re going to scream, alright,” I growl and lean over to close my lips around her tight little clit. She jerks under my mouth like I just hit her with a live wire. That’s the reaction I was hoping for.
“Oliver!”
Music to my fucking ears. I suck her clit in, hard, and flick my tongue around the tip like I’ve got all the time in the world. Cydney goes wild. Her nails dig into the comforter, knuckles white, head thrown back. Every sweet moan makes me want her more.
“You taste so fucking good.” I nip at her clit, then lick her again, slowly and deeply, letting my stubble drag over her soft skin. She shakes and her thighs flex against my shoulders, but I don’t let up for a second.
If she wants to scream, I’m going to make damn sure it’s my name echoing off the walls.
She tries to squirm away, hips bucking like she’s got zero control, but I lock my hands around her thighs and hold her right where I want her.
Her luscious tits jiggle with every frantic breath she takes. The sounds she’s making go straight to my cock and nearly make me lose control.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” I drag my tongue over her clit, then suck it hard, grinding the tip between my lips until she’s losing her mind for me.
She goes crazy, just like I need her to. Her whole body locks up, and she screams my name, pussy clamping down around my tongue. I don’t stop. I want to wring every single fucking drop of pleasure from her curvy body.
I slowly ease up, licking her clean, savoring every drop before I start kissing my way up those trembling thighs.
My lips drag across her hips, her belly, pausing to nip at the soft skin right under her gorgeous tits.
She shudders, comes completely undone as I trail my tongue up to her tight, peaked nipples.
I can’t resist biting and sucking both until she gasps my name, her whole body arching off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, voice thick with need. I line my cock up with her slick opening, the head already pulsing and desperate to claim her.
I drive in slowly, bracing myself so I don’t lose it the second I sink inside her.
Fuck, she’s tight. Her walls clench around me like she’s trying to keep me there forever.
My cock throbs with every inch I press inside.
It’s like heaven and hell and every wet dream I’ve ever had all rolled into one.
“Jesus, you feel incredible,” I rasp, fighting to keep my voice steady, but I’m hanging on by a thread. Her tits bounce with every gasp, nipples flushed and tight. I grip her hips, almost rough, and bottom out. Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard I nearly black out.
She lets out this wild, needy moan that just about finishes me right there. “Fuck, Oliver. Don’t stop. Please.” The dirty words falling from her lips ratchet my pleasure all the way up to the red zone.
I mentally count to ten to regain control before I start to move, slowly at first, savoring every inch.
Her nails dig into my skin, dragging red lines down my arms. Fucking hell.
The sight of her marking me like that nearly makes me lose my mind.
I thrust deeper, savoring the sweet burn of her nails in my skin.
“You want it harder, gorgeous?” My voice comes out like gravel, and her thighs lock around my waist as she bucks up to meet every savage drive of my cock.
“God, yes!” She’s wild under me, tits bouncing, face flushed and needy. I brace one hand above her head and grab her hip with the other, holding her in place while I take her with everything I’ve got.
She’s so fucking tight and wet; it takes every ounce of my control not to explode right then and there. I want to make this last. I want to ruin her for every other man on the planet.
“Fuck, baby, you were made for me,” I snarl, grabbing her thigh and pushing her leg higher so I can go even deeper.
The angle is insane—I feel every velvety inch of her squeezing me, greedy for it.
Sweat drips down my spine, and I brace my forearm above her head, pounding her into the mattress like she’s the only thing that matters in the world.
I slam my cock in deep, again and again, grinding her clit with my pelvic bone until she’s screaming my name at the top of her lungs. Her sweet pussy clamps down on me so tightly I see actual goddamn stars.
She comes so hard her whole body convulses. Her scream echoes around the room as my cock empties deep in her sweet pussy.