Chapter 24 Olivia #2
“Come for me, Olivia. Come right here, out in the open, on my tongue,” he growled. “Let the whole goddamn town hear you.”
I moved my hips, grinding against his face shamelessly as my orgasm crested and I dove into a freefall. My fingers wound tighter, holding him to me as he sucked hard on my clit, while his fingers curved up to the same spot as before.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. My body was no longer my own. I couldn’t control it, letting it act of its own accord. God, it was perfect. It was everything.
And I still wanted more.
Duke stood quickly, wrapping my legs back around him. He carried me into his cabin quickly. The moment we crossed the threshold, he tossed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me.
We were a mess. A tangle of limbs. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, grinding against one another wantonly.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complained, pushing at his shoulders. “I want to see you.”
Duke pulled back, a brief look of hesitation crossing his face. “I haven’t been naked with someone in a long time.”
“Neither have I,” I huffed. “Nine years, remember?”
“Yeah, but,” he paused, shaking his head. “I’ve seen your ex-husband. We don’t look alike.”
I leaned up on my elbows, staring at him. No, Duke certainly didn’t look a thing like Grady. While my ex-husband was lean and toned, Duke was broad and thick. He must have had a solid fifty pounds on Grady. Possibly more.
A hint of chest hair peeked out through the tear in his shirt, making my mouth water. Whatever he was afraid of, whatever demons he was battling, I wanted to banish.
Duke watched, leaning back on his heels, as I climbed off the couch. “What’re you—”
His words cut off as I reached up and slipped the strap of my dress off one shoulder and then the other. Words, I realized, wouldn’t be enough to put his fears to rest. I’d have to show him he had nothing to worry about.
“My pregnancy with Charlie was rough,” I said, peeling the top of half of my dress down to expose my chest. “And once she was born, I struggled to look myself in the mirror some days.”
“You’re beautiful,” Duke murmured. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“My breasts aren’t as perky as they used to be. My right is larger than my left because that’s the one Charlie preferred while breastfeeding.” I ran the tips of my fingers across the hardened peaks of my nipples. “My areolas are darker, too.”
Then, I rolled my dress down further, past my stomach and hips, until it fell around my feet.
“The stretch marks were the most difficult for me to get used to,” I admitted, touching the shimmery purple stripes running along the sides of my belly to my hips.
“It was further evidence of how my body wasn’t the same as it used to be.
That I had changed and couldn’t be put back to how I was before.
No amount of money in the world could do that. And my hips are wider, too.”
“Why’re you telling me this?” he asked, gently.
I stepped forward and cupped his jaw. “Because we all have insecurities, baby. It doesn’t matter that my mind is screaming at me to put back on my clothes, or that admitting all of this out loud makes me feel far too vulnerable.
” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the moisture there and realizing he must’ve let a tear slip.
“The way you’re looking at me right now quiets the noise. ”
Duke ran his hands from my calves to my thighs and hips, tugging me closer until his face was level with my stomach. He looked up as his lips skimmed over the marks left behind. One after another, he kissed each one. The sentimentality of it was so tender yet powerful.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “Even when you think you’re not. You’re perfect to me.”
His words felt like the admission of something bigger.
Of almost, but not quite, crossing the line we’d been dancing around since I got home.
The most confusing part was how I didn’t feel the need to correct him.
To try and prove his opinion wrong, but drawing more attention to the things that’d taken me years to love again.
“I don’t know what has you believing otherwise, but I promise there is nothing about you that I don’t love,” I said.
Slowly, I reached for the tattered remnants of his shirt, tugging it over his head before tossing it to the floor. He waited on bated breath as my eyes skimmed over his body. Along the thick hair across his chest to the line running down his soft stomach and disappearing beneath his jeans.
I threaded my hands into his hair and tilted his head back so that he was staring at me.
His green eyes were nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils.
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” I said, earning a slight curl of his lips, “are you going to finish what you started?” Duke moved his hand between my thighs, swiping between my folds.
“You’ve made me so needy. I want more. I want you. ”
He surged forward, tossing me on my back as he stood above me. I watched, waiting eagerly, as he slowly undid the button of his jeans and slid them down his legs. His briefs did nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock jutting against the fabric.
My core tightened at the thought of how he’d fill me, stretch me. It’d be too much, and yet I yearned for the sting. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to feel it tomorrow when I sat down, knowing it was from him.
His gaze followed mine, smirking. “This what you want?” he asked, running his hand along his length through the fabric.
I licked my lips. “Very much.”
“Take it out,” he commanded. “Feel what you do to me.”
I scrambled up, reaching out with shaking hands as I slipped inside his briefs and felt his hot flesh in my hand for the first time. It was so soft compared to the rest of him. I stroked him absentmindedly. Not for his pleasure but mine.
His hand gripped my wrist, stopping me. “I said to take it out, not play with it,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think either of us is going to last long as it is,” I said honestly.
“Maybe not, but I don’t want to rush this first time.”
“So, there will be others?” I teased.
Something flashed across Duke’s face akin to sorrow, but it was gone before I could question it. “There’ll be as many times as you let me. Now,” he placed his hand in the center of my chest and pushed me back onto the couch, “lay there and play with that pretty pussy until I get back.”
My hand slid down my stomach, fingers circling my clit, as he walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I was already sore from multiple orgasms, but that didn’t stop me from doing exactly what I was told. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
Duke strode in a moment later, holding a box of condoms in his hand. He watched as I dipped my fingers inside myself, arching my back as I imagined it was him. My other hand came up, squeezing my breast and nipple.
“Goddamn, this is a good view,” he growled. He slipped his briefs down and fished out a condom, making quick work to remove it from the foil. And then it was my turn to watch as he unabashedly rolled it down his length. It was fucking filthy.
I clenched around my fingers, letting out a needy moan. “I can’t wait anymore, Duke. I need you.”
Slowly, he slipped between my legs, spreading them wider as I continued lazily fucking myself. “It’s gonna be a tight fit,” he said, gripping his dick. “But I can’t fucking wait to see your sweet cunt stretch around me.”
“Baby, please,” I begged.
I wanted to pull him toward me, but he was just out of reach. His eyes were still trained on my center as he guided his length toward my entrance, knocking my hands away.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”
“It won’t be.”
“Promise me,” he said, meeting my gaze.
I nodded. “I promise.”
The moment the words left my lips, Duke began to push.
Already, I could feel the slight burn as my body stretched to accommodate his size. “I’m gonna go slow,” he rasped. “Gonna make it feel so good.”
His head dropped back as he pushed in halfway. “Fuck, Olivia. Fuck. You feel so good, honey. Oh my god.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything other than writhe beneath him as he worked himself inside of me. The stretch was nearly unbearable, but I welcomed the pain.
I wanted more.
“Please, baby. I need you to move,” I begged. “I need—”
Duke pulled out slowly, unable to take his eyes off where we were joined. I missed the fullness immediately. My body ground down, searching for more.
His hand pressed gently on my stomach as he pushed back in, setting an even tempo. I could see the desire etched onto his face. The picture of yearning was so perfect and tender that it nearly sent me over the edge before we’d even begun.
“Is this what you need?” he asked, picking up his pace. “To be fucked?”
Yes, oh god, yes. I needed it more than I needed air to breathe. I could die right here, and the only regret I’d have would be not knowing what he looked like when he came.
He leaned forward, covering my body with his own as he slammed into me. Each thrust stole my breath. Each curse falling from his lips was my undoing.
“I’m going to come,” I breathed.
“Give it to me, Olivia,” he hissed. “Fucking give it to me.”
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, body writhing from the heady combination of pain and pleasure as Duke thrust into me once, twice, three times more before letting out his own low growl. His cock twitched inside of me as he came, letting the waves of my own orgasm carry him into his own.
For the first time tonight, I wished we hadn’t used a condom. It was a reckless and stupid thought, especially given our fragile situation, but I wanted to feel the warmth of his release, to see it spilling out of me in the most obscene way.
Duke buried his face in my neck, murmuring my name over and over again. His lips moved along my skin, kissing from one side of my chest to the other until his head came to rest on my shoulder.
Wrapping my arms around him, we stayed like that until the warm sheen of sweat covering our bodies dried. He was still inside of me. A fact I was reminded of every time one of us moved.
It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t even awkward. Instead, I felt nothing but peace.
“I hope you know I’m staying the night.”
He chuckled, turning to press another kiss onto my neck. “You can stay as long as you like.”