Luca
There was no motive behind any of this.
The detour, letting her choose the restaurant, trusting my phone instead of the sky, suggesting we get a hotel, even though I am used to driving in rain.
I had no ulterior motives today other than to continue to date her as planned.
And when we check into our room, I want to make sure Olivia knows that.
But as soon as I open the door, I realize this day is just going to keep fucking with us.
“Why is there only one bed?” she asks. Then she narrows her eyes. “Unless you purposely got a room with only one bed.”
“No. I didn’t ask for one bed. I think they just assumed,” I tell her.
“Alright, well, that’s fine. I’m tired anyways. And it’s a big bed. I’m sure it’ll be fine. What are you doing?”
My eyes flash up to her as I unbutton my shirt. “What? I’m taking my shirt off.”
“But I just said I’m tired,” she says.
“And I don’t sleep in button-down shirts. Especially ones soaked from a freak storm.”
“So you’re going to sleep naked?” She asks, her cheeks turning pink.
“You’ve seen me naked before,” I say, and they flush red. “But don’t worry. I’ll leave my underwear on.”
“Right,” she nods, visibly shaking.
“You should undress too,” I suggest. “You’re freezing.”
“We aren’t sleeping together,” she blurts out. “I mean, we are sleeping together. In the same bed. But we aren’t sleeping together.”
“That’s fine,” I say, undoing my pants and shoving them to the floor.
“Good,” she says, visibly trying to keep her eyes off my anatomy.
“Great. Let’s go to bed,” I say.
“Perfect,” she nods.
I crawl into the bed and get comfortable. Meanwhile, Olivia is obviously uncomfortable as she tries to be discreet about taking her dress off.
“Can you not?” she asks.
“Can I not what?” I ask.
“Watch me,” she snaps.
I chuckle at her. “Olivia, we’ve had sex before,” I say.
“But we aren’t having sex now,” she says. “Because I am tired.”
“I am too. We’ve already established this. Here,” I reach out and turn the lamp off. “Is that better?”
“Well now I can’t see what I’m doing,” she complains. “Just…turn the light back on and close your eyes.”
“Are you serious right now?” I ask. Then I sigh and turn the light on and roll over to face away from her.
“Are your eyes closed?” she asks.
“Yes,” I lie.
I hear rustling sounds and some grunting and maybe some swearing under her breath.
“Everything okay over there?” I ask.
“I can’t get my zipper undone,” she mutters.
Jesus Christ.
I throw the blanket off and walk over to her.
“Hey! I said–”
“Just turn around,” I snap back. Then I tug the zipper down and my eyes fall on her bare back. Olivia slips out of the dress, standing in front of me, facing away, in nothing but a matching lace bra and underwear set.
Red.
“Are your eyes closed?” She asks without looking back.
“No, they’re not,” I say. She glances over her shoulder, swallowing hard. I rip my eyes away from her and go back to the bed, shutting the light off before I get another look at her.
And for the world’s longest thirty seconds, we lay in silence.
“This is a nice bed,” she says after a moment.
“It’s alright,” I say.
“Nicer than my bed at home,” she says.
“Please tell me you didn’t buy that at a thrift store,” I say.
“Flea market,” she says, and my jaw comes unhinged. Then she laughs.
“I’m kidding. I wish I could see your face right now,”
“Good night, Olivia.”
“Good night,” she giggles.
I close my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep. To relax even. But it’s nearly impossible. I can smell her. Jasmine and rain, and musk. Her musk…
Olivia rolls over and her knees bump against my legs.
“Sorry,” she says.
I roll over to face her, my hand grazing her breast, making her gasp at the touch.
“Not sorry,” I say gruffly.
Our mouths are close enough that if either of us moves at all, they’ll be touching. I know she knows this. And yet, she tilts her head slightly, and her lips caress mine. I tip my chin upward, and our lips press together.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers.
“Why not?” I ask, my hand finding her bare hip.
“Because…we’re tired…” she says as we kiss.
“Are we though?” I ask. “Because I am suddenly very awake.”
The kiss goes deeper, and she rolls onto her back. I lift myself up onto my side, hovering over her. I think we both know we aren’t tired. And even if we were, we aren’t going to sleep.
Olivia’s mouth breaks away from mine, and she gasps for air. I give her a break and kiss her jawline, making my way down her neck, over the swell of her breasts.
“I think this needs to go away,” I tell her, unhooking the latch on her bra. “There’s no way it’s comfortable enough to sleep in.”
“It’s not,” she admits.
I kiss each of her nipples, teasing them momentarily before moving down her stomach, lower and lower until I come to the lace of her panties.
“What about these?” I ask. “Are they comfortable enough to sleep in?”
“That depends,” she says, her hips tilting up towards the heat of my breath. “Are they…getting in the way of anything?”
“I don’t know. You tell me,” I say, pressing my tongue to her, soaking the lace of her panties. She moans at the contact, raking her hands through my hair.
“Nope. Don’t need them,” she says.
“Good girl,” I say before yanking them off her.
Now that I have her the way I want her, all skin and no reserve, I take her by the thighs and pull her down to me.
I kiss her again, this time working my tongue from her slit to her clit, up and down, watching her rise and fall with the wave of pleasure.
“Faster,” she tells me, but I chuckle into her wet, soft skin.
“That’s not how this works,” I tell her. “You don’t get to decide when and how you get off. I do. That’s my job. Now lay down and come when I tell you to.”
“I don’t know if that’s how this works either,” she says, and I sweep my tongue over her again. This time, sucking on her clit for a moment until she moans, clasping the sheets in her fists.
Because this is how it works. I don’t care what anyone says. What the rules are or otherwise. I want to fuck Olivia with my mouth and that’s what we are going to do. And guessing by the way she’s grinding against my face right now, I’m pretty sure she’s okay with that.
The tip of my tongue grazes across her skin, making her wetter with each sweep. Her legs fall further apart, giving me more access.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” I growl between licks.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I raise my head to look up at her.
“What did I say?” I ask.
“You’re in charge,” she whimpers.
“Good girl,” I say, waiting an excruciating moment before finding her clit again with the tip of my tongue.
As I flick and flutter, she cries out, thrashing against the bed, needing more, a little more pressure, a little more friction.
I can tell she’s nearing the edge, and I slow down, pulling back and making her body shudder against my mouth.
“Luca…” she says.
“You want it?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she whines.
“Then say it.” “I want it.”
“You want what?” I grit out.
“I want you to make me come,” she says, and after another painful couple of seconds, I do just that.
My tongue thrashes against her as I suck on her clit.
And as she cries out, I keep sucking on her clit, leaving her shaking on the bed until every wave of the orgasm sweeps over her and she relaxes into the bed.
“Alright,” she pants as I move to lay next to her again. “I think I’m actually tired now.”