Chapter 7 Olivia
CHAPTER SEVEN
Olivia
I don't know what possessed me to follow Karl outside.
I’m not the type to let myself get swept up in things, to lose control or let someone lead me into a situation where I’m suddenly questioning my own decisions.
But here I am, following him down a narrow alley beside the bar, the cool night air hitting me in a wave of reality.
It’s quieter here, far enough from the buzz of the bar that it feels almost intimate, like we’re in our own little world.
I’m not used to feeling this way, not like this.
Karl leans against the brick wall of the alley, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me, but there’s more in his eyes. A depth I can’t quite put my finger on.
It’s like he’s waiting for me to make the next move, to either prove that I’m here for the fun, the adventure, or to give up and walk away.
But walking away isn’t an option. Not when I can feel the heat between us like a current, pulling me closer even though I know better. I cross my arms, trying to hide how unsettled I am by the whole thing.
“Olivia Quinn,” Karl says, savoring the taste of my name on his tongue. “You’ve got that look about you… as if you’re deciding whether to jump into something wild. Don’t think you can keep that kind of thing hidden.”
I swallow, my pulse ticking up a notch as I stare back at him. “What look?”
He pushes off the wall, closing the gap between us by just a few inches. “The kind that says, ‘I’m not afraid of anything’ but I know you’re fighting something underneath it all.”
His eyes flicker to my lips for a split second, just long enough for me to catch it.
I laugh, trying to play it off, but my voice feels too shaky to be convincing. “You think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”
Karl tilts his head, his gaze never leaving mine. “No. But I think you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
I take a slow step back, but he moves forward, his hand lightly brushing against my arm as if to steady me.
It sends a jolt through me, electric and alive. His touch is casual, easy, but there’s something deliberate about the way he does it. It feels like he’s testing the waters, seeing if I’ll pull away or lean into him.
I lean into him.
The way my body reacts to him is like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. The way my heart picks up its rhythm, faster, quicker, and the way my breath hitches in my chest when he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only thing that matters in this moment.
He steps even closer, his hand brushing the side of my face. I swear, my skin burns where his fingers graze my cheek, and I close my eyes for just a second, trying to keep my composure.
I hear him mutter, almost to himself, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment you walked into that bar.”
The words hit me like a punch, leaving me breathless. I’m still trying to get my bearings, trying to process everything, but before I can stop myself, I’m turning my head slightly toward him, offering a small, uncertain smile.
“Well, maybe you should do something about it then.”
It’s the invitation hanging in the air, heavy and clear between us, and he doesn’t hesitate.
One moment, he’s standing in front of me, close, but still just enough space for me to think I could pull away if I wanted to. The next, his hand is in my hair, pulling me closer as his lips crash against mine.
I don’t even think. I don’t want to think. The kiss is intense, urgent, like he’s been holding back, and now that he has me, he’s not willing to let go. His lips are soft, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses me.
My hands move on their own, threading through his messy hair, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine.
His chest is solid, a wall of muscle I can’t ignore, and when I press myself closer, I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this, too.
For a moment, it’s all I can focus on. His mouth. His hands. The way he’s tugging me toward him like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
I feel the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin, the heat of his body, and the way he breathes me in, like he can’t get enough.
It’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and more.
But I pull away, just slightly, only to catch my breath, my head spinning. I can feel the racing beat of my heart in my chest, a mix of exhilaration and a hint of panic. What the hell am I doing?
Karl watches me, his eyes dark, his lips swollen from our kiss. There’s no shame in his expression: only hunger, and an intense desire which makes my mouth water.
“You’re something else, Olivia,” he murmurs roughly.
I blink, trying to clear the fog in my brain, but when I look at him again, I know this is far from over.
He’s still leaning in, his body close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from him. But he’s waiting, watching, like he wants to make sure I’m not pulling away for good.
I should pull away. I should go back inside, laugh it off, and chalk it up to a hot, impulsive kiss that I won’t think about in the morning.
But instead, I close the distance between us, this time kissing him back with just as much urgency. And this time, it’s my turn to let go.
There’s no more thinking. No more hesitation. Just the taste of him, the feel of his hands on me, and the electricity between us that’s so damn strong I can’t ignore it.
His fingers begin to trail their way down my body, tracing over my curves as if they are the most desirable thing on the whole damn planet, which drives me crazy.
My mind becomes consumed with desire, dizzy with lust, and before long, I can sense my brain switching off and my body caving.
As the bolts of lust race right down to my core, I grip onto him needily, running my hands over those amazing abs of his.
“You’re smoking hot, Olivia,” he murmurs as he slips his hand up my top and tugs and teases my nipples between his fingers. “I’m so glad you were at the bar tonight.”
He moans loudly and presses his thick, pulsating erection up against my leg, making me even more aroused. I didn’t even know it was possible to experience such an intense passion with someone. I didn’t realize that I could feel this way.
Karl really is deliciously magnetic. Wow.
Suddenly, he wraps his arms tightly around me and lifts me from the ground, causing me to cry out in excitement.
He sits me back on an empty keg behind me, left in the alleyway, pressing my very warm back up against the ice-cold brick wall there.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp loudly, enjoying the shocking combination of sensations.
Karl seems to enjoy surprising me, leaving me unsure of what’s going to happen next, and I love that.
This is so much fucking fun.
Then he pulls me closer to his chest, until he’s positioned between my legs, and he kisses me harder and more passionately than I’ve ever been kissed before.
I dig my nails into his strong, muscular shoulders as his hands move tantalizingly closer to where I’m aching, desperately pulsating, gagging for him.
My wet, hot desire is throbbing in my underwear, and I’m not sure how much longer I can cope with him just standing there. I need him now, I want him to slam into me, to take me…
But I don’t want to ask him.
I want him to take control.
Mainly because we’re outside and I’m acting out of character here.
Karl places his palms on my thighs, which sends butterflies flapping all over my body, causing my stomach to twist up in knots of passion. But he’s too near to me now, too close to not be doing anything, and it’s causing my breath to come out ragged, almost painfully so.
I roll my head to one side as his mouth claims my neck and my collarbone. I’m so frustrated that I could scream, but at the same time, I’m simply enjoying how he’s making me feel.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan loudly, unable to keep it all inside anymore, “Karl, you’re driving me crazy.”
The mention of his name is enough to have Karl slide his hand beneath my skirt, pushing my panties to one side before slipping a finger inside of me, much to my relief.
He explores me, really massaging me and feeling me, giving me a little bit of what I’m so desperate for.
“Oh wow,” I pant, allowing myself to simply become consumed by him.
He slips in another finger, and another, until I feel utterly powerless to him, but in a way that feels incredible.
Just as I settle into the pattern of what he’s doing to my body, he pulls away, removing my underwear as he goes, leaving me cold and totally exposed to him.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I hear his zipper going down. Karl makes his move, and he thrusts hard inside of me, causing me to wrap my arms even tighter around his neck, clinging on for dear life.
He feels incredible, and that has already started to put pressure in my stomach.
As Karl grinds inside of me, hitting all the right spots, I feel like I’m floating to cloud nine. My body is trembling, flooding with desire, and I can already feel those intense waves starting to crash over me, sending me straight into the abyss of sheer joy.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, showing Karl what he’s doing to me. “Oh shit.”
I hold on to him, his hands running everywhere all over me, and it isn’t long until I’m fully shuddering, screaming out as I get that release. I buck and writhe, crying out his name into his mouth as I lose my damn mind once and for all…
Afterwards, as the night air cools my flushed skin and Karl’s breath slows against my neck, a quiet moment settles between us—an unexpected stillness after the storm of heat and need.
My heart is still hammering, my body tingling from every touch, but now a whisper of doubt creeps in.
What am I doing?
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, the fierce, hungry look calmed a little by something almost like tenderness.
For a second, I let myself wonder if maybe I’m blowing off too much steam. Too fast, too much. I’m not usually this reckless. Not the kind of woman to fall headlong into passion without a thousand questions spinning through her mind.
I mean, I can’t forget about Jesse here, even if we agreed never to talk of it again…
I glance down at my trembling hands and then back up, trying to cool the swirling storm inside.
He’s watching me and waiting, patient yet expectant.
“I shouldn’t…” I start, barely above a whisper.
Karl’s hand lifts to cup my cheek, thumb brushing gently over my skin.
“Hey,” he reminds me. “No rules tonight. No should. You’re here for a good time, remember?”