9. Olivia
Chapter nine
Olivia
It’s finally Saturday, and I am off work. The station has been in nonstop chaos. I am working with the gang unit to get intel about the Los Comos, also known as the Cali Cartel. We have been searching for anything for as long as I have been with the SDPD, and have always come up empty-handed.
I must remember that I am not at work and stop thinking about work. It’s just so hard when my mind has been on “Las Comos” the whole week and nothing else.
As I look around my studio apartment, the TV is next to the door, with the bed and the kitchen to the right. The balcony is to the left. This is the ultimate bachelorette pad. I don’t need much when I spend most of my time at the station.
I pulled out my phone and thought about Alex. I wondered what he was up to this weekend.
Me: Hey, it’s Livy. What are you up to tonight? I was thinking about maybe going out for a beer.
After waiting an hour, I decided to go to the bar anyway. I’d have one beer, then return home to sleep away my weekend. I pulled up my Uber app and ended up at Hooligans, a bar closer to the Naval base. It’s small, but it sometimes has a live band. Tonight, it’s Karaoke, apparently. I won’t be caught dead doing karaoke; I don’t like singing in front of people, even though Mama says I have a great voice. I feel like that is what every mother says to their kids.
Up at the bar, I am looking around at all the people. None of them are my type, but the bartender is cute. He is tall, with blonde hair, dark green eyes, and dimples! He turns around to take the other customer's order. He catches me eyeing him, and he winks at me. Man, it’s getting hot in here. I know my face has to be beet red. He walks back up to me with all the confidence in the world.
“What can I get for you, Beautiful?”
“Just a Budweiser, please.”
“Wow, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Bud girl.” I don’t know what he means by that, so I shrug and grab the beer he set on the bar top.
“It’s the only beer I will drink; my dad used to drink them with me while we would work on his project cars in the garage.”
“Hmm, well, do you plan on staying here long tonight? I get off at 1 tonight. Maybe we can hang out after my shift.” He smiles at me again with that panty-dropping smile and those damn dimples that will bring anyone to their knees.
“Yeah, I plan to sit here and watch the game.” I tilt my chin toward the hockey game on the other side of the bar.
“So, which one are you going for? Chicago or LA?”
“The Vortex is my team. I have family from Chicago.”
“Nice. Well, I had better get back to the other customers before they start jumping over the bar to get their drinks themselves.” I chuckle and turn back to the TV, watching the game and drinking my beer.
I pull out my phone to see if Alex has read my message, and weirdly enough, it doesn’t even look like it has been sent. His phone must be off, but I wonder why.
When I look back at the bartender, he winks at me and continues to help the customers lining the bar.
Once the bar dies down, he comes back my way and leans in to talk to me.“So Beautiful, what’s your name?”
A smile plays on my lips. “Olivia.”
“Hmmm, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl! I’m Mason.”
“Do you want to go to the 24-hour Diner after you get off work? We could hang out and chat the morning away.”
“Yeah, that sounds great, gorgeous. I will be thinking about that for the rest of the night. Hopefully, make this shift go by faster.” He winks at me and then goes to help another customer who just came up to the bar.
Once Mason finally got off work, it was 2 a.m. The bar got busy, so he couldn't leave as planned at 1, so I sat there drinking and watching the games. Thank God I took an Uber here, because I wouldn't have been able to drive myself. Mason turned, coming out from the back hallway, where the staff area and bathrooms are, with the biggest smile on his face.
“Ready to go, beautiful?” I giggle and nod. Fuck I am more drunk than I thought, I don’t giggle. Mason took my hand and led me outside to an old, black 1980 Chevrolet K10 square body. It looks like it has been taken care of, except for some minor dings that are to be expected with the truck's age.
Five minutes later, we pulled up to a small brick building that looked like it should have been shut down centuries ago. Vines were growing on the side of the building. Mason put his truck in park right in front of the building. He turned and looked at me. “Home sweet home, I guess.” He seemed shy about it. Maybe embarrassed, I had no room to talk, because my house wasn't great either.
“Well, are you going to show me in or what?” I say in a flirty voice and wink at him. He undoes his seatbelt, walks around the truck to my side, opens the door for me, and reaches a hand out for me to grab.
Such a gentleman. ”Thank you,” I say as I take his hand and get out of the truck. As we walk up the stairs to his top-floor apartment, I listen to all the sounds around me. I hear some screaming from couples fighting about money, some guys talking about how high they are, and also some people fucking. It seems these apartments have no privacy.
We make it to the top floor, and Mason takes out his keys to open the door. When it swings open, it's surprisingly better-looking than the rest of the building. You can tell that Mason has put a lot of work into this apartment. “I own the whole complex. I bought it from the owner about a year ago, so I am trying to get it fixed up as best as I can. It's hard to do the apartments with tenants, so I do them as they move out before I rent them out again. Then I plan to work on the outside in between.” He walks me into the apartment toward the kitchen. I stand back and appreciate the work he has done throughout his apartment.
“It looks nice in here. I can’t wait to see what happens to the place when you get a chance to fix it all. I know you can make it look amazing.” He chuckles slightly like he doesn't believe me and that he feels like only crackheads are going to live here forever.
“You want something to drink?” He asked, looking into the fridge. “I have beer, wine, water, juice, pretty much anything.” He grabs a beer for himself while he waits for my answer.
“Beer is fine. Thank you.” I start walking around and looking at the pictures on the walls. I assume these pictures are of his family. Seeing a bachelor with so many pictures on the walls is strange. I don't even have photos on my walls. I always thought I would move out of the apartment soon after I got it, so what's the point in decorating?
Mason approaches me, hands me the beer, and gestures for me to sit on the couch. I sit on the opposite side of him and sip my drink. Letting the awkward silence settle between us.
“So, how long have you been working at the bar?” I try to break the awkward silence.
He looks up at me with a glimmer of lust in his eyes. “Is this really what you want to talk about?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Well, no. Not really. But I was trying to kill the awkward silence.” I admitted, turning towards him. We came here for one reason: drinking beer and asking about our day was not the reason.
After what feels like the longest thirty seconds, I look at him.
“So, are we doing this or what?” His eyes went big, and his jaw dropped with shock at how blunt I was.
“Oh, we are doing this!” he says in a deep, husky voice that sends a tingle of excitement straight through my body. He stands up and walks toward me like a tiger, ready to pounce on its prey. I am watching his every move as he gets closer to me.
He scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing and walks me to the bedroom at the back of the apartment. Kicking open the door, he throws me on the bed and takes off his shirt. His green eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Strip!” he says to me with a dominant demeanor. I am not usually one to submit, but I guess I can make an exception tonight. I slowly get off the bed and seductively take off my clothes. When I am down to my matching emerald-green lace lingerie set, I sit back on the bed and look at Mason.
He climbs up on the bed, bends down, and kisses me, deep and hard. I feel his hands roaming around my body as mine do the same to his. He pulls back from the kiss, grabs my thong, and pulls it down my legs. Admiring me the whole time.
“Spread yourself open for me. Let me see my feast,” he demands. Watching my every move as if he were memorizing it.
I slowly run my fingers down my chest and stop at my breasts to give them a gentle squeeze. Sliding further down my stomach to my thighs and back up to my wet pussy. Using both hands, I spread myself open to show Mason every part of me. He licks his lips as hunger burns in his eyes. I can see that he is barely holding onto his self-control.
I continue to play with myself, dipping my middle finger into my wet heat with one hand and grabbing my breast with the other, playing with myself as Mason watches from the side of the bed.
Finally, he breaks and dives headfirst into my pussy, rubbing his nose from my ass up to my clit, licking as he goes. The sensation causes me to arch my back and let out a breathy moan. He gets to my clit, nibbling and licking so much it is causing my breathing to pick up.
“Oh yes, right there. Please don’t stop.” I moan and scream out.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful,” he says, then dives back in.
Before too long, I was at the edge of beautiful bliss. Mason finally plunges his finger into my pussy, hitting that perfect spot, and I am free-falling into my orgasm.
Mason lifts his head and makes a show of wiping my release off his face and licking his fingers clean.
“That was intense,” I say through ragged breaths. He finally takes off his boxer briefs and gives me that dimpled smile.
“Oh, baby, we are just getting started.” He promises as he reaches the bedside table and grabs some condoms. I look at him with wide eyes.
“We have company coming over? Because that's quite a few condoms you have there, mister.” I joke with him. I don’t know if he is cocky and can actually perform that many times.
“Oh no, baby, these are all for you.” Winking as he rips a condom from the bundle and throws the rest up by my head.
“Hold on tight, baby girl. This ride is just about to start.” He says with a cocky grin and rips the condom open with his teeth and sheaths himself.
Without any warning, he thrusts forward all the way to the hilt, and I let out a scream. I had no time to adjust and wasn’t prepared. He gives me a second to adjust, then starts to move.
He is slow and steady at first, but after a few thrusts, his tempo picks up, and his moves become animalistic. I have never had sex like this, but I am here for it. All I wanted tonight was a quick fuck, then to go about my day. Mason understood the assignment.
I am climbing the peak to my second orgasm, and I can feel that he is getting close to finishing, too. He reaches down and starts to rub my clit in circles with just the right pressure, and I combust.
“ALLLLEEEEEXXXXX,” I yell as I orgasm, and then my hand flies to my mouth. Did I really just scream the wrong man's name in bed? Why the fuck would I scream Alex’s name? What the fuck.
Mason freezes, and the look on his face can only be described as a mixture of confusion and pissed off. He pulls out of me and asks,” Who is Alex?” For a brief pause, “Actually, never mind. I don’t care. Just get out.” While pointing towards the door.
“Mason, I am so sorry. I uh…” I try to explain to him what happened, but I don’t have a real excuse.
“I said get the fuck out!” He yells.
I get off the bed, put on my clothes, and leave without a second glance. I pull up my Uber app to request a ride as I walk down the stairs to the lobby.
I am so embarrassed that I even did that. I have never said another man's name while I was in bed. Or women, for that matter.