Chapter 12 Hunger
hunger
Jaime groaned when Olivia closed the hotel room door by slamming her against its surface, claiming her lips in a hard, hungry kiss.
She wanted this, after all, she’d booked the room hoping for exactly such an encounter. Still, Jaime had plans in mind, the kind where she did the slamming and taking. Leave it to Olivia to throw a wrench in Jaime’s designs. But the night was young, hadn’t even started, in fact.
After their second kiss in a semi-public bathroom, Jaime had decided she’d be crazy to ignore their chemistry.
Her past encounters had comprised hard and fast onetime couplings designed to satiate certain desires.
However, she now could see the benefits of a loose continued association, especially if her counterpart proved to not just be hot, but also funny and intellectually challenging.
There were worse ways to spend her time.
Olivia pulled back, her eyes wild and face flushed. She bit her lower lip. “You are so incredibly arrogant.”
Jaime raised one eyebrow. “How so?”
Olivia fisted the fabric at the collar of Jaime’s dress. “You booked this room before meeting me again. You didn’t even know I’d show up!”
“We’ve established a clear pattern over these last several weeks. It stood to reason you’d show. As for the hotel room…” Jaime shrugged. “I like to be prepared for all kinds of…eventualities.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Of course you’d frame it like that.”
Jaime hummed. “Have you changed your mind? I’m not going to hold you captive here. You may leave whenever you wish.”
“Maybe I will.”
Jaime’s stomach dropped. “Leave?”
“Hold you captive.”
“Oh.” Heat rose in Jaime’s cheeks. Again, worse ways to spend a weekend. “We should call the front desk then to see if we can add another night to my reservation.”
“Shut up,” Olivia almost growled, connecting their lips in another torrid kiss.
Jaime’s eyelids fluttered closed, and she allowed Olivia to deepen their kiss.
Olivia palmed Jaime’s breasts through the thin fabric of her dress before tracing her hand down, scratching along her stomach and upper thigh. She bunched the hem of the dress and pulled it up, her fingers disappearing beneath to ghost up Jaime’s leg.
Jaime widened her stance while digging her fingers into Olivia’s back. She should become more active, turn them around and get her hands on Olivia, but God—
Olivia’s fingers rubbed over Jaime’s satin panties before pushing them aside to touch the hot, damp flesh beneath. “I love how wet you always get.”
Jaime broke the kiss, moaning, her eyelids falling shut while her hips rocked forward.
“No. Keep still,” Olivia demanded in a rough voice.
Jaime gritted her teeth but stilled her hips, feeling Olivia smile as she nuzzled the side of her face, her lips finding her earlobe and nipping at it.
“It’s good to see you can follow instructions, Your Honor,” Olivia whispered.
Jaime shuddered, struggling to prevent her hips from bucking. She panted, Olivia’s nearness, her words, and her deft fingers playing between her legs pumped liquid arousal through her veins.
Olivia’s fingers picked up their pace and pressure, pushing Jaime ever closer.
Jaime’s chest heaved. By now, her fingers were vying for purchase on the door behind her.
A stuttered gasp left her lips when Olivia stopped her ministration, but instead of pulling away or giving Jaime a chance to turn the tables, she dipped her fingers and pressed three digits inside Jaime’s slick heat.
Olivia stilled. “Is that too much?”
Jaime could only shake her head as her voice had deserted her.
Humming, Olivia started a slow, leisurely pace of thrusting in and out of Jaime, who shivered, feeling lost yet so incredibly aroused that she couldn’t make herself care.
“You feel amazing,” Olivia mumbled, seeking Jaime’s lips and kissing her deeply.
Shifting, Jaime clutched Olivia’s shirt, her hips following along the rhythm of Olivia’s strokes.
“Touch yourself,” Olivia breathed. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
Jaime groaned but managed to fumble her hand between her legs. She flushed at the sheer wetness greeting her, yet Olivia’s feverish gaze and parted lips as she eyed her every move spurned her on.
Jaime dropped her head against the door, moaning while rubbing her clit.
“Yes.” Olivia panted, picking up the speed and strength of her thrusts.
The combined onslaught soon proved too much, and Jaime stiffened as the pressure and friction propelled her higher until a wave of pure ecstasy shoved her off the cliff, and she tumbled into a hard peak, her body quaking as tears sprang to her eyes.
“God.” Olivia sighed. “I could watch you do that all day.”
Jaime let out a weak chuckle. “We’re too old for such escapades.”
“Speak for yourself,” Olivia replied, pressing a kiss against Jaime’s damp temple. “Besides, all you’d have to do is lie there. I’d do all the work.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. What do you say?”
Jaime canted her head. “Personally, I’d prefer to sample the wet heat that has surely gathered between your legs.”
Olivia’s breath hitched, and she allowed Jaime to nudge her off.
“I paid for the room and its bed. Why don’t we make use of it?
” She shifted away from the door, her legs still a little wobbly.
She slipped out of her shoes, her calves sore as she strode toward the bed, pulling her dress up and off before throwing it in on a chair.
Looking over her shoulder, Jaime smiled, shooting Olivia a coy look. “You coming?”
“Depends on you, I guess.”
Jaime rolled her eyes. “Must I do all the work? First, you demand I touch myself, and now you expect me to make you come, too?”
Olivia stepped closer, by now, they were both standing in front of the bed. “As if you didn’t enjoy taking charge. Besides, you were the one talking about ‘sampling me.’”
“True.” Jaime gave a surprise little yelp when Olivia pushed her on the bed, hovering above her. “Though I might want a second round first.”
“What?” Jaime scrambled up a little, lifting herself onto her elbows. “But it’s my—”
The rest of her sentence ended in a drawn-out moan when Olivia surged forward, yanked down Jaime’s panties and buried her face between her legs.
Jaime dropped back on the bed with closed eyes, her fingers finding purchase in Olivia’s hair. She groaned as her body responded to the stimuli with a rapid, dizzying climb, leaving her breathless and panting at Olivia’s mercy.
Olivia shifted, scratching her fingers up Jaime’s torso, along her stomach until she reached her still satin encased breasts. She pulled one cup down and brushed her thumb over a stiff nipple.
Jaime whimpered when Olivia sucked hard at her clit, and her grip on Olivia’s head tightened as she ground against Olivia’s face.
Grasping Jaime’s hips with her free hand, Olivia tried to anchor Jaime’s rapid movements, eventually using both hands.
Jaime arched her back, trying to slow down, to drag it out, yet Olivia’s clever tongue and the sight of her head between her legs only catapulted her higher until her stomach tightened and she froze, a low groan torn from her lips as she shuddered helplessly in another blinding release.
Olivia continued to lap at her core, softening her touch, yet still painting small circles around her clit.
Jaime groaned, torn between pushing Olivia away and seeing where the small stirrings racing through her would lead.
Before she could decide, Olivia seemed to follow the instinctive movements of Jaime’s body by increasing the speed of her tongue and bringing her fingers into the mix, pressing two inside.
“God,” Jaime stammered, her knuckles paling as she grabbed the sheets.
Gripping Jaime’s hip hard, Olivia continued her attentions, pushing slowly in and out of her while stroking the straining nub with her tongue. She looked up at Jaime, and their gazes locked.
Jaime’s chest heaved, and she couldn’t compute what was happening. Her heart rattled as if trapped in a cage, while her body glistened in a sheen of sweat and her legs trembled, yet nothing could have made her ask Olivia to stop, even though her mind demanded just that.
Olivia pulled out of Jaime, only to push back in with three fingers, once again increasing the speed and pressure of her tongue.
Jaime’s mind short-circuited, adrift in an ocean of pleasure intent on drowning her. Close to overstimulation, the circles of Olivia’s tongue injected a little sting among the pleasure her touch poured over Jaime, but instead of pulling away, Jaime shuffled her hips closer.
After what seemed like an eternity spent lost in an incandescent sea of pleasure and pain, Jaime’s chest rose as she arrested, shaking, with her eyes screwed shut until a silent shout bled from her lips when she collapsed in a hard climax, unable to stop shivering.
Olivia drew back and after a few breaths, she crawled on top of Jaime, covering her still trembling body with her own.
Naked. Jaime barely registered that Olivia was naked before she drifted off.
When she came to, Jaime blinked rapidly, freezing before flipping around, her heart drumming hard.
Olivia.
She released a small sigh upon seeing Olivia stretched out—still naked—next to her, her head resting on her palm, a look of utter satisfaction etched onto her features.
“Look who’s back.”
Jaime grunted. “How long…”
“Just a few minutes.”
“Must you look so smug?” Jaime groused.
“Well, yes. It’s not every day I fuck a woman into unconsciousness.”
“It must have been the wine,” Jaime said.
“Right,” Olivia drawled, her eyes still glittering with way too much satisfaction.
Tightening her jaw, Jaime shifted, flipping around so she now leaned over Olivia.
“Someone’s got their strength back.”
Jaime parted Olivia’s legs with her thigh until she stopped at the apex.
Olivia swallowed hard, her hands seizing Jaime’s arms. “I’m not gonna last,” she croaked, pressing her soaking center against Jaime’s thigh.
“No, you won’t. But since it’s just the first round…”
Olivia groaned, raising her hands to pull Jaime’s head down and sink into a hard kiss.
Jaime pressed her thigh harder against Olivia’s heat, undecided what to do first, when inspiration hit and she rolled off and onto her side, pulling Olivia on top of her and slotting her thigh back in its place.
Olivia’s eyelids fluttered, and she worried her lower lip as her wetness slid against Jaime’s upper thigh.
Jaime gripped Olivia’s hips, and gazing up at her, she croaked, “Ride me.”
A low moan rumbled from Olivia’s chest, and she leaned forward, slowly gyrating her hips as she slid up and down Jaime’s leg.
Feeling drunk from the visual of Olivia on top of her, chasing her pleasure, and the feeling of wet heat bathing her skin, Jaime sighed as arousal once more twisted through her abdomen.
Assured Olivia had settled, she released her hips and instead reached out for her full breasts.
She rubbed her thumbs over pert nipples while Olivia’s hips continued to rock against her.
All too soon, Olivia stiffened, bending lower and connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss before groaning and burying her face in the crook of Jaime’s neck. Her body shook in hard tremors as her release seemed to wash over her.
Jaime stroked her hands down Olivia’s damp back, humming.
Olivia stretched out fully on top of Jaime, placing little kisses against her neck.
“Oh, no. Don’t you start!”
Olivia chuckled and looked down at Jaime, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Before you come up with another distraction, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
Jaime shifted out from beneath Olivia and rose off the bed. She strode toward her purse, removed a black container and brought it to the bed. “Open it.”
Olivia swallowed hard when she pulled open the lid. “Prepared, you said.”
“Yes. I also brought lube, but I don’t think we need it.”
“No, most definitely not.”