Luca
Olivia: You still free?
The text comes to me as I am in the middle of a set of push-ups.
I don’t mind pausing for the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve stayed very fit in my…
more mature…age. But at the end of the day, a rigorous circuit regimen of burpees, pull-ups, push-ups, and deadlifts would kick anyone’s ass.
Especially when the deadlifts are three hundred pounds and the push-ups are single-handed.
All that said, a text message is a welcome interruption.
Especially from Olivia.
Olivia: More like everything I expected and dreaded…
Luca: lol
I’m not really laughing, obviously. It’s a figure of speech. But it does make me smirk.
Olivia: I just got in my car. I can head home. Or…
Luca: Or sounds good. Come over.
I don’t bother to change before she arrives.
After that workout, I am in desperate need of a shower.
I answer the door in workout pants, running shoes, and a thin layer of perspiration that coats my bare chest and torso like suntan oil.
Olivia’s parting lips and slow drag of her eyes over my torso and pink cheeks tell me she isn’t put off by it.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asks, her voice coming out an octave too high, and I bite back my amusement.
“Nah. I was just finishing up a workout,” I tell her, still holding the door open for her.
“I take it that it was a good workout,” she says.
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
“You look…worked out…” she says, and her cheeks flush another shade of pink before she bites her lip and passes me.
“You look great too,” I tell her as I follow her into the house. “The dress suits you.”
“Thank you,” she says sweetly, seemingly already recovered from the moment before. “I’m not so sure Sadie would agree with you, though.”
I frown. I gotta be honest. Mentioning her friend always dampers my mood a bit. Partly because I am under the impression that Sadie has a habit of making Olivia feel inferior, which is ludicrous. And partly because my personal experience with her was…complicated.
“Let me guess,” I say. “Sadie didn’t think the dress showed enough skin for whatever bar she dragged you to this evening?”
Olivia blinks. I wonder for a moment if I’ve made a mistake until she follows up with, “You do know her well…”
Okay, I am done talking about Sadie. Hell, I’m done talking in general. We both know that’s not why she’s here.
“I need to take a shower,” I tell her, heading down the hall. “Feel free to do whatever you want.”
Once I am in the bathroom, I shed my pants and flip the shower on, stepping in before it has time to warm up. Honestly, I need the cold. Just the scent of Olivia had my cock solid in my pants, and while she was busy blushing, I made a point of tucking it in the elastic band of my briefs.
I stand under the rainfall, running my hands through my hair with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I can smell her again, and I swear the air around my body feels warmer.
I open my eyes to find Olivia standing in front of me, naked.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice edged with an aroused growl. “Whatever I want…” she says, and I pull her against me hard. My lips crash into hers, and I spin her around under the showerhead.
Olivia lets out a shriek.
“What the hell! It’s freezing!” she cries while clinging to me.
“I was trying to cool down,” I tell her. “I had a little problem…”
“You mean a big problem…” she says, looking down. “Not that I consider it a problem.”
As I flip the water to warm, Olivia wraps her hand around my dick. My jaw unhinges at the sudden contact, and I brace my hand against the wall as hers pumps up and down the length of my dick.
“Jesus,” I let out. I used to swear that hand jobs had to be overrated.
That nothing could compare to the real D to V.
Hell, from my experience, even blow jobs are overrated.
All that choking and gagging and…teeth. But this woman, this woman who I don’t think has an unsavory amount of experience, is astonishingly good at all three.
And I only find it astonishing because that particular trifecta is unheard of.
But back to the moment.
“How are you so good at this?” I grunt as her soft, wet hand runs up and down the length of my shaft.