Chapter 24 Olivia
OLIVIA
Seeing Duke Bennett entirely disheveled and lost to his pleasure would surely be my undoing. He stared up at me, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips wet, and yet clearly wanting more. It was the same desire I felt. The same desire I hoped he saw on my face as clearly as I saw it on his.
“You want this?” he rasped. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, slowly pulling it down my shoulder before moving to the next one.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you.”
If he took nothing away from this evening, I hoped it was that. While I missed physical intimacy, I craved him more than I craved the act of having sex. Orgasms were easy, but letting myself be vulnerable with someone else was not.
Duke moved quickly, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. His fingers gripped my thighs, pulling them up against his waist. I could feel his erection through his jeans, pressing into me. Driving me absolutely crazy.
When was the last time I’d felt like this?
Had I ever felt like this?
I spent so much of my life worrying about everyone else, doing the supposed right thing, that I took little stock in the pleasures I chased. Whether that was physical or just laughter for the sake of laughter.
For the first time in my life, I thought it might be possible to have it all.
Duke’s fingers tiptoed up to my ass and dug into my skin.
I threw my head back as he helped me shamelessly grind my pussy against the rough fabric.
The sensation of his mouth nipping at my throat and the rough stubble along his jaw rubbing against my chest was too much.
My orgasm was right there, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
As though reading my mind, his right hand trailed to my center, pressing firmly against the soaked fabric covering my clit.
“Fucking hell, honey,” Duke breathed against my skin. “You’re soaked.”
“It’s your fault.” He slowed my hips, pinning me in place with one hand still on my ass, as his other slipped beneath my panties. I tried breaking out of his hold, to give him no choice but to touch me exactly where I wanted him to, but he refused.
“If you need something—” he nipped at my collarbone “—you should ask for it.”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs something,” I panted. “Like a roadmap to find my clit?”
My playful taunt was enough to spring him into action. Duke struck before I could process what was happening, tearing my panties like they were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. The sound made me gasp, looking down to see the crudeness of passion.
My legs were spread, boots resting on the barstools for comfort, dress hiked up around my waist, and pussy now bared to the room.
His throat moved, swallowing thickly as he followed my gaze to the scene.
He ran his finger down my center almost reverently.
A juxtaposition from how he’d been only moments ago.
Almost as quickly as it came, it was gone. Back was the man, so mindless with need that he couldn’t be bothered to slip the fabric down my legs. “I don’t need a roadmap,” he said, slowly slipping two fingers inside of me.
The fit was tight, so much so that I cried out, clinging to his shoulders as though it would help. He brought his thumb up, circling my clit once, twice, three times, applying just enough pressure to keep me on the edge of an orgasm, but not enough to send me over.
“I know exactly what it takes to make you come.” Another circle. Another taunt. “And you’re going to do it right here, right now, like a needy little slut.”
Nothing had ever felt so good. His fingers moved inside of me, curling up and hitting a spot only my favorite vibrator had ever been able to find.
It was all too much. The pressure, the tightness, his words. As he bent forward and latched his mouth around my neck, I detonated.
My hands clawed at his chest, fingers digging into the fabric until the familiar sound of ripping fabric filled the air along with my screams. My entire body shook as he continued his ministrations, not letting up until I was begging and pleading for him to stop.
I was far too sensitive for him to keep up the pace.
Duke didn’t stop, but he slowed down, letting me come down from the highest peak while also nurturing the small aftershocks he caused. His lips never left my skin, nipping and sucking and kissing his way across my upper body. There were sure to be marks tomorrow, but I didn’t care.
The thought of being marked by him was more intoxicating than any drop of alcohol I could ever consume.
“It’s not enough,” he murmured against my neck.
“What’s not?” I asked, running my hands up through his hair. I cradled him against me, never wanting to let him or this moment go.
Duke pulled back, letting his forehead rest against my own. His breathing is harsh, voice broken and barely restrained as he whispered, “This. Us. I can’t let you go yet. I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.” I wasn’t ready to walk away. Not when, for the first time in god knew how many years, things felt okay.
I wasn’t thinking about work.
I wasn’t thinking about being a bad mother or worrying I wasn’t doing enough for my daughter.
I wasn’t thinking about John’s death, or the fact that, at thirty-seven years old, I was standing at a crossroads.
No, all I wanted was Duke.
Forever.
I kissed him, hoping he felt every ounce of desperation I felt. “Take me to bed.”
His lips quirked in a small smile. “What about a couch?”
“Even better,” I laughed. “Honestly, you could tell me we were sleeping in the bed of your truck, and I’d be okay with that.”
“Maybe another time,” he said, slipping the straps of my dress back onto my shoulders. “But I don’t want to share your screams tonight.” Another kiss. “Tonight, they’re all mine.”
Without breaking apart, Duke scooped me up. I was beginning to see a pattern with him. He loved holding me. Carrying me.
And I loved it right back.
We made our way through the back door, pausing only to lock up, before he made the quick walk to his cabin.
With every powerful step, I was reminded of the fact I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my dress.
I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against him, seeking friction to quell the ache he’d created.
“I give you one orgasm and all of a sudden you can’t stop?” Duke nipped at my earlobe. “Needy girl.”
“I can’t help it,” I whined. “I need you, Duke.”
“Honey, if you don’t stop, I’ll have to fuck you out here in the open.” I whimpered at the thought, and Duke slowed his pace. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
I nodded, unashamed. I may not have had much sexual experience, but I had an idea of what I liked and what I didn’t through romance novels and the occasional pornsite.
I’d read about voyeurism and exhibitionism before.
I’d even listened to those erotic audio apps where they immerse you in the story.
And nothing got me off quite like knowing I was being watched.
It was why, when I discovered Duke had been staring at me through the crack in the bathroom door, I’d dropped the towel.
If it hadn’t been for our daughters in the same house, I would’ve given him a show. Taunting him until he couldn’t help but burst through the door and make me pay for being such a little slut.
Duke looked around, walking over and pinning my body against his truck. Oh my god, was he really going to do this here?
He resituated his grip, holding me with one hand while the other slipped back up my dress.
His fingers parted my folds, finding my clit and giving it a squeeze.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, but,” he flicked his gaze down to where his hand played with my pussy, “I am starving. Maybe I should have a snack before I make you scream.”
“Yes, please,” I nodded. “This snack would very much like to be eaten.”
Duke smirked, lowering one of my legs so I could support my weight as he dropped to his knees. He rested the other over his shoulder, rolling up my dress until he was eye-level with my pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. He used his thumb to dip inside me and spread the wetness up over my clit. “Even in the fucking moonlight, I can tell how much you want me.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need—”
But I didn’t get to finish my sentence. Not as Duke leaned in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over my sex.
My head fell back against the truck, unable to stop a low moan from escaping my lips at the first flick of his tongue.
The realization that we were out in the open hit me hard.
That anyone driving by could see us, see him on his knees, devouring my pussy like it was his last meal.
And god, did I love it.
It wasn’t just the act of sex in public, but also knowing it was with Duke, that had me clenching my legs together.
His coarse stubble rubbed along my upper thigh as he licked and sucked at my clit.
He brought his fingers to my entrance, sliding the first into the knuckle before adding another beside it.
I looked down, seeing his bright green eyes already trained on me. Watching as I lost myself to the pleasure he was giving. Seeing him between my legs was too much and not enough.
“Fuck, fuck,” I cried. I tried to bring my hand up to cover my mouth, but Duke stopped me, pulling it away.
“You wanted this,” he reminded me, pulling away to nip at my thigh. “You wanted to play this game. Don’t be shy now.”
He was right. I did want this. I wanted to be bad. To be reckless.
I nodded, letting my hand fall to the top of his head.
His mouth found my core as I wound my fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling as he brought me so close to orgasm.
If it hurt, he didn’t let on. If anything, he seemed to take it as encouragement, fucking me with his fingers faster and harder than before.
The sound was obscene. I could hear every move he made, the unmistakable noises of my arousal filling the silent night. My thighs were wet. I couldn’t tell if it was from him or me.