Chapter 21 Olivia #2
I lean back, breaking the kiss as I quiver. He chuckles darkly as he looks down at me before reaching behind him and pulling the pistol from his waistband.
“Remember this, Reckless? Remember just how fucking hard you almost came from this alone?” He presses the nozzle of the gun to my cheek, sliding it down and then over my lips.
I fucking whimper, feeling my pussy soak with arousal as he stares into my eyes, pressing the tip of his weapon against my lips.
I shake my head, afraid he’ll do it. Afraid he’ll try and put it all the way in my mouth. I’m wet, sure. I’m so fucking turned on, but that is something that I’m not sure I can handle.
He grins at me, a look of pure, sinful adoration coats his hazel eyes and it makes me dizzy with lust. He puts the gun back where I found it before leaning back down to my mouth.
“You forgot one,” he says and it takes a minute for my head to stop spinning to realize what he’s talking about. But I don’t care to keep looking at tattoos right now. I want him to touch me again. To own me.
I look over his body anyway and point to the snake. He shakes his head. I look at the mandala design on his elbow, pointing to that. He’s staring right at me, not even looking where I’m pointing. But still, he shakes his head. Not it.
I get restless, feeling the ache between my thighs thrumming aggressively. I don’t want to play any more games.
“I give up,” I say rather annoyed, but more so due to my anxiousness to move on and get back to the part where his hands are on my body.
Trace leans back and holds out both of his hands in front of us, palms down.
My brows squeeze together.
“Those?” I grab his hands, analyzing the skeleton bones tattooed over his hand. I’m confused. I try to sift through my brain to figure out how they could resemble me, but I come up short.
“How are these a reminder of-”
He rushes me, throwing my head back into the tree as he wraps one of his tatted hands around my throat. My body tenses up, I already feel like I can’t breathe as he tightens his grip, but I focus on my heartbeat and the way he moves in on me, holding me by the neck.
Trace leans in and lowers his eyes at me, giving me that dark molten honey look that scares me to my core, all while turning me on.
“These are for decoration,” he starts in a gravelly tone. “Thought they would look pretty wrapped around your fucking throat.”
He leans back and makes it a point to observe his handy work, admiring the way he's got me pushed up against the tree.
I can only imagine the way I look. My hair is wet from the rain, tangled from being tossed around, mascara dripping down my cheek, and my sweater is in pieces on my body with his hand tight around my throat as I struggle to breathe.
“Yeah. I was right. You look fucking divine, Reckless.”
He yanks me by the throat, pulling me into him and not a second later, he’s devouring me.
He shoves his tongue in my mouth, still squeezing his fist tight so I gasp as he does.
But I want him everywhere so I fight him for a little bit of control, trying to tug his hand off my neck.
Or at least to make him loosen it. But he doesn’t and I get dizzy when he presses his palm over my breast.
He kisses me with ruthless abandon. His other hand pulls down the top of my bra to expose my breast to the cold winter air and I gasp, a silent noise falling from my parted lip.
“Jesus Christ, baby. Look at how pretty you are right now.” He leans back as he looks me up and down.
“Fuck, I could kill for this, ya know?” He slides his finger over my hardened nipple, flicking it and then circling it.
“Yeah, Olivia. I could take a mother fucker’s life if they every tried to put their hands on what is so undeniably mine. ”
He finally, finally, lets my neck go, just as my vision was starting to get a little fuzzy and he uses that hand to slip under the band of my pants.
I freeze, my whole body feeling too fucking sensitive, like one wrong—or right—move will detonate everything.
But he gives me no time to process before he touches my pussy.
I thrash in pleasure, his other hand still playing with my breast. He slides his fingers down my slit, causing me to throw my head back in an aggressive moan.
He presses the pad of his middle finger against my entrance but doesn’t go further.
I’m so fucking turned on, dripping with so much need that it physically hurts.
He pinches my nipple between his fingers right as he slides up to my clit. I try to moan again but he captures my mouth with his and bites down on my lower lip. “You are so fucking wet,” he growls with my lip caught between his teeth.
I can feel my walls wanting to clench around something, wanting to take something in, but he teases me by sliding his fingers up and down.
The bottom of his palm presses against my clit and he holds it there for a second and then he slides his hand back up and barely touches my clit with his finger.
I start to rock against him, desperate for more than what he’s giving because it’s not enough.
I need to come. He’s edged me so many times in the span of twenty-four hours and I need him to let me fucking come.
I don’t care how vindictive he is. I don’t care about his threats.
I don’t care that he’s been hunting me. If anything, it magnifies my need.
“That’s right. Grind that sweet little pussy, Olivia. Come on, baby girl. Fuck my hand.”
He looks down at me, and the moment he does, I can feel it. I can feel my orgasm building. My back is pressed hard into the tree, I’m sure it’s marking me, but I don’t care. I want this. I need this.
“Don’t stop,” he demands and I have to swallow hard to keep my nerves from exploding, trying to balance myself. “Tell me you want me to make you come,” he groans into my neck.
His hands are everywhere. On my tits, touching my pussy.
His lips are so close to mine as he watches me deny his request, shaking my head no.
But I’m lying. I want him to make me come so hard that even he will feel claimed by me.
But I don’t want him to know how bad I need him right now.
How bad I’ve always wanted him. How I didn’t just fuck myself to slasher movies or because Jensen couldn’t get me off.
But how I fucked myself hard to images of him.
Of craving him to fuck me again. I’ve never been able to get him out of my head.
“You don’t think I’ll let you come, do you?”
I whimper and moan in agony, feeling like I’m about to explode. My whole body is on fire despite being under the light layer of icy cold rain.
“I will, baby. I promise. You just have to tell me you need me to make you come.”
Trace captures my lips once more, kissing me so hard I nearly see stars. “Tell me, flower. Tell me you need me to make you come,” he repeats in a sincere, gentle timbre and this time, I give in.
“I- I need you to make me come, Trace. Please,” I beg, greedy for this release.
He finally presses his finger into my pussy and it’s like a bomb detonates.
I feel the start of the avalanche, satisfaction bursting inside me.
I have to reach out to hold him by his shoulders to stop myself from coming, because I need just a few more moments of his finger caressing me.
I’ve waited to fucking long to not enjoy it.
“Fuck, baby. You really are so goddamn wet. Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how fucking soaked your pretty little cunt is, Livie?” I can’t hear anything except the deep pounding of my heart.
I bite my lip and bow my head, touching our foreheads and I hold on to him, riding his hand as he finger fucks me, his tempo fast and hard.
“Oh, Trace,” I cry out, knowing that I can’t hold on any longer. Pleasure twists inside of me with a force I haven’t felt before as my nerve endings buzz with electricity.
“That’s right, baby. Squeeze me with your tight pussy.
You’re gonna come, pretty reckless? You wanna soak my fingers?
” He pushes harder and faster and it’s too fucking much.
His palm hits my clit and he trusts two fingers inside of me.
I close my eyes, succumbing to the throes of my cresting orgasm.
“Ye- yes. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, Trace. Oh my god, I’m-”
And then he stops. He pulls his hand out of my pants, removing his other hand from my breast and I open my eyes right as he takes a step back to look at me.
“What? No, no, no. Trace, you fucking promised!” I shout, feeling beyond frustrated. I was right there. Right fucking there.
I’m panting, bent over in frustration, humiliation, but more than anything, I’m angry.
I lift my bra back up, hating that I let him get me like this again. Trace smirks at me and I swear I could fucking kill him for it.
“The value of keeping promises,” he taunts as he leans back in and forcefully shoves his index and middle fingers between my lips, hooking them behind my bottom teeth and holding them there.
I immediately realize that it’s the hand that was just fucking me with, because I can taste myself on his fingers.
He pulls me forward with his fingers, lowering his face to mine so that our noses touch and I have nowhere to look except into his traitorous eyes.
“The last time I made this pretty little cunt come, you left me,” he whispers darkly. “So until I can make sure you won’t try to fucking run again, consider yourself always on edge, Reckless.”
I attempt to bite down on his fingers, but it’s no use. It only turns him on, something I can see swirling in his eyes and the way his jaw ticks.
He shoves me back before removing his fingers, and I practically sputter for air as he starts to walk away. He leans down for his hoodie, and I expect him to keep walking but instead he tosses it behind him at me, and I barely register catching it, but I do.
Still, as I watch him, his back scratched and bloody from being up against the tree earlier, I feel hatred seep into my bones. Even more so than I did before. Only because I crave him so bad and he's fucking toying with me.
“I wish you would go back to whatever fucking hollow hole you crawled from!” I shout at him and he stops dead in his tracks.
My heart races, wondering if he’ll turn back for me. Does that excite me or terrify me? I don’t know. But I watch as he barely turns his head to the side.
“You dug that hollow hole for me, Olivia. Give yourself some fucking credit.” He turns back around. "Oh, and Olivia?"
I don't respond, silently waiting for him to insult me one more time but instead, he dips his head between his shoulders before he lowers his voice and says, "Happy Birthday."