Chapter 3 Olivia
CHAPTER THREE
Olivia
This is absolutely not what I expected.
I’ve kissed a few guys in my life, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something about Jesse’s kiss that’s different. And I don’t mean the kind of “I’m feeling it” different; I mean the “why the hell did I just do that” different.
I pull back a fraction of an inch, my heart still racing like it’s doing a marathon, and immediately regret it. Because now he’s looking at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“You okay there, Livvy?” he asks, clearly dangerously amused.
I blink, unable to think straight at all. My brain is fuzzy, and my heart is doing somersaults, which, as a result, is making me sound like a complete idiot.
“Uh, yeah. I’m great,” I say, way too enthusiastically.
I take a deep breath, as if it’ll help cool my jets, but it doesn’t. It just makes everything feel… hotter? Why is it suddenly so warm in here?
I laugh nervously, backing up a step. “So, uh, this was… yeah. That happened.”
He grins, wicked and a little smug, like I’m the one who just made this charming thing happen. “I thought that was pretty self-explanatory.”
I open my mouth to reply, but I don’t have anything clever to say. Instead, I do something I’ve never done in my life: I bite my lip. Of course, that only makes things worse because I can see how his gaze drops to my mouth.
Great. There goes my last shred of self-control.
I should say anything. Something smart, like, “This is a terrible idea. We’re friends. Ivy’s my best friend. You’re her brother, for crying out loud!”
But instead, I’m standing here, my brain running in circles, while he inches closer like he’s drawn to me.
I don’t know why I’m unable to move.
I need to stop this. I should stop this. But damn it, he’s just standing there, his eyes dark with emotions I can’t quite read, but it’s enough to make my pulse race.
He’s waiting for me to say anything to make this stop. But I don’t.
Instead, I do something else entirely.
I grab the collar of his jacket and pull him inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a loud thud that echoes in the quiet cabin.
“Livvy…” His voice is a rough whisper, a warning, but I’m not sure if he’s warning me or himself.
I don’t say anything. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I can feel the heat of his body as I drag him inside.
The words I’d meant to say, the reasons I should stop, die on my tongue the second his lips are back on mine, stealing my breath, stealing my control.
He doesn’t hesitate this time. There’s no slow build, no easing into this.
He’s all in, his hands on my waist, pulling me flush against him, his lips desperate, like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.
The kiss is deep, hungry, and suddenly, I can’t think straight. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer. I can’t get enough.
But the second I feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, something inside me snaps. I drag him to the bedroom with me and press him up against the wall to invade his mouth deeper with my tongue.
My hands run all over his body, and he’s feeling me as well. His hands eagerly try to touch every inch of me, and damn it, I want to let him. The kiss deepens, his lips and tongue claim me completely, and I’m in heaven because of it.
Fireworks are already erupting in the pit of my stomach, the butterflies grow in size and flap wildly until I can hardly cope any longer.
My knees knock together, my legs jellified, and I don’t even know how I’m holding myself up anymore.
“Come here, you,” Jesse growls as he spins me around and presses me up against the wall face-first.
I splay my palms wide, my fingers itching to grab on to anything to keep me standing, as he pushes past the waistband of my jeans, his fingers diving into my underwear and fucking me deep. A guttural scream rises within me and explodes as he massages and explores all of me.
“Jesse, oh my…“ I yell as his thumb grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. “That feels too much…”
He doesn’t stop, though—he knows I need this.
He traces the most wonderful feeling patterns all over my clit, and at some point, I wonder if he’s writing words, communicating a message. Still, I’m spinning too rapidly, sinking deeper into the pleasure—I don’t stand a chance of understanding anything right now.
All I can really do is lean fully against the coldness of the wall, rest my cheek upon it, and hope that I don’t fall before I can really explore every moment of this delicious sensation.
“No, holy hell, what are you doing to me!” I cry out as his hand whips away.
I was slowly climbing toward the peak of the mountain, and then I could feel the pleasure beginning to build within me. The last thing I wanted to do was lose it, but he’s stolen it away.
“Jesse, you drive me crazy.”
“That’s the idea,” he chuckles as he bends down to strip the air from my lungs once more with an intense kiss.
To be fair to him, his lips also drag away any will to fight. I was just about to lash out in frustration, but not anymore.
“I kinda love it when you’re all wound up and needy for me. You’re hot as hell when you’re frustrated.”
But I can do the same thing to him, so with trembling fingers, I manage to get his trousers parted, and I dive my hand inside.
I must admit that I do feel a power surging through me as I take his thick, throbbing erection between my fingers, and I watch his face immediately change.
He becomes glazed over and dark with desire. He’s barely himself anymore; he’s just a man lit up with pleasure, and the tingling at my core thrills me, sends me crazy.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls as if he hasn’t just done the same thing to me.
He knows I’m going to take this moment of glory for my revenge, no matter how much he begs me otherwise.
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now, Livvy.”
“Oh, I do,” I assure him, my lips brushing against the stubbled curve where his neck meets his shoulder. I taste salt and cologne as I graze my teeth lightly over his skin. “But that makes no difference to me. I'll do what I want.”
I drop to my knees, the hardwood floor cool beneath me. His breath catches as I take him in my mouth, feeling him pulse against my tongue as I draw him deeper.
I hollow my cheeks, creating the perfect suction that makes his fingers tangle in my hair. The taste of him, earthy and intimate, floods my senses as I move tantalizingly slowly. I could lose myself for hours in this rhythm, in the way his muscles tense beneath my fingertips.
“Fuck, Livvy,” he groans.
His hands knot up in my hair as my throat opens wider for him, as I learn to take even more of him inside. I want to get to his core, to drive him even crazier, because right now I need Jesse to be insane.
“I need to fuck you,” he whispers.
Hmm, I don’t want to take him out of my mouth. I love the feel of his cock grazing over my lips, but my core is aching for him to fuck me.
Unfortunately, the need to have him deep inside of me wins out, so I slip him out of my mouth, instantly missing him, and I rise to my feet. I soon notice the cheeky grin playing on Jesse’s mouth, and I have a feeling that I’m not going to get what I want straight away.
He’s playing games with my body, and right now, he’s winning.
“Here, take a seat.”
I slide back onto the bed with my eyes on him the whole time.
He keeps his gaze fixed on mine, desire burning deep in his eyes, as he slides my jeans down my legs and tugs my panties off with his teeth.
As he kisses up my thighs, he murmurs about how much he needs to taste me as well.
It’s challenging for me to focus on any particular word because he has me head soaring into space.
I can practically feel him edging toward me, and it feels good.
I cry out his name repeatedly as his lips finally connect with me, as his tongue circles me where his fingers were only moments before.
The fire deep inside my body is flaming more intensely now. I'm speeding along the tracks, heading to the station. I don’t think he can stop me now, no matter what he does.
Jesse stands no chance of teasing me this time.
“Holy fuck!”
I fall.
I tumble headfirst into the endless abyss of never-ending pleasure, losing myself at the tip of Jesse’s tongue. It’s white hot, burning, and sizzling through me. I know I’m losing my mind as I buck and writhe under the sheer pressure of it.
I never want these waves of pleasure to end…
Jesse doesn’t give me long to stew in the post orgasmic bliss. He’s on his feet in seconds, kissing me with all the passion I’m feeling as well. He wants me just as badly as I need him.
“I need to fuck you now,” he gasps as he angles himself inside of me. “I need you so badly it hurts.”
I spread my legs, angle my ass off the bed further, and let him do whatever he needs to me because I know that it will feel phenomenal.
Every thrust is more intense than the last one, especially since he’s grazing over my clit with every single one. The parts of my body that he already has in flames are even more fiery now.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep myself in check. I barely have enough control over myself to keep holding on to the edge of this bed, never mind anything else.
Staring into Jesse’s piercing blue eyes while the pleasure grips him as well, only makes everything better. The next time I tumble over the edge into pleasure, Jesse does so with me.
We come together, hard and fast, screaming and losing ourselves in a hot, sticky mess. It’s burning, it’s beautiful, it’s glorious…
But as the heat subsides, an iciness overcomes me.
Without lust overcoming my brain, all I can think about is Ivy. This is her brother. She will kill me.
Fuck.
“Livvy?”
I jump up off the bed and grab my clothing as shame washes over me.
“We don’t need to talk about this, Jesse,” I say quickly, but my words crack a little.
Damn it.
He turns around slowly, his eyes dark, still holding that same intensity, but there’s a trace of something more in them now. Something I can’t quite place. But I’m not looking for an explanation. I’m looking for a way out.
“Livvy, come on, we can’t just ignore it,” he says, his tone firm but still calm, like he’s trying to be patient with me.
I pull my shirt over my head, avoiding his eyes as I move toward the bathroom. But he’s right there, blocking my way, and I freeze. I can feel my heartbeat hammering in my chest.
“It shouldn’t have happened,” I mutter, barely audible, my hands trembling slightly as I try to fix my hair. “I don’t do things like that. I’m not that kind of person.”
He steps a little closer, not touching me but still in that space where I can feel his presence. I can’t breathe without feeling him.
“You’re not a bad person, Livvy. I’m not saying that. But sometimes things happen. And I’m not sorry about it.”
He’s trying to make it sound casual, but I can tell he’s not okay with what we’re both pretending to be okay with.
I turn to face him, finally meeting his gaze, my breath catching in my throat. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
“Jesse… we can’t… this can’t happen again,” I say, a little more forcefully this time, the truth hitting me with a sharp clarity. “We’re friends. You’re Ivy’s brother. This was… a mistake.”
He nods slowly, processing what I’m saying. But when he opens his mouth, it’s not what I expect. “I’m not sorry it happened. I think we should agree on one thing.”
I swallow hard. “What?”
“We don’t talk about it,” he says steadily, but there’s something in it that makes me think his own words do not entirely convince him. “We don’t let it mess anything up.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I mean, it makes sense, sort of. But this? This is the kind of thing that isn’t supposed to be swept under the rug.
“Yeah,” I finally reply tightly. “Fine. We don’t talk about it.”
It’s the only thing I can think of saying. What else is there to say? We’re both pretending this was some random, meaningless thing, and I don’t know which of us is fooling the other more. Maybe we both are.
He turns back toward the window, nodding. “Good. So, we’re clear?”
I nod, but the knot in my stomach tightens. I’m trying to hold on to some sense of control, some sense of normalcy. This… whatever this was, can’t change anything.
It shouldn’t.