Chapter 7
Alexander
I try to remember the last time I was so utterly transfixed by another human being.
Maybe Olivia is a witch, or a siren. Maybe she isn’t real at all—a fever dream conjured by my own hunger.
Her hazel eyes lock with mine, dark and bottomless, pupils blown wide with want.
There’s no mask, no coyness. We both understand exactly where this is headed.
I reach for her hand, my fingers threading with hers as I lead her down the hallway. The house is silent except for the distant, rhythmic crash of waves and the soft groan of old floorboards.
The primary bedroom is drenched in moonlight. Sheer curtains billow in the salt-laced breeze from the window. The bed is made, sheets white and crisp. I turn to Olivia, my hands settling at her waist, drawing her in.
“What’s on your mind, Alex?” Olivia’s teeth catch her lower lip in a way that has my imagination running wild.
Her fingers graze the buttons of my shirt, and I can feel her nails dragging lightly across my chest, teasing, torturing.
My cock throbs against the confines of my pants, desperate for release.
“Nothing I can share without compromising my manners.”
“I don’t want your manners.” She closes the gap between us.
Her lips brush against mine, soft and tentative at first, but the moment our mouths meet, a spark ignites.
The kiss deepens, her hands tangling in my hair as I pull her closer, my fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. She tastes like red wine and something sweet, something entirely her own, and I can’t get enough.
Her hands slide down my chest, undoing each button with agonizing slowness. The fabric parts, revealing my bare skin, and she palms my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. I groan, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking on it hungrily.
Olivia melts into me, her body arching, supple and needy, against my bare chest. Her breath hitches as I slide my hands down her back, finding the zipper of her dress.
I pull it down slowly. The fabric falls away, pooling at her feet, and I’m left gazing at her luscious curves clad in pink lace lingerie, her sweet breasts peeking out from the scraps of fabric.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I groan.
With a low, throaty laugh, Olivia pushes me onto the bed. The world spins on its axis, and suddenly she’s straddling me, a vision of beauty and seduction.
The embodiment of everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I need to touch you.” Olivia’s hands glide down my chest. “You can stare at my breasts all you want, but someone has to take charge here.”
“I’m just appreciating the view. Would be criminal not to.” My hands find her hips, gripping them as she shifts above me, her warmth pressing against me, making it impossible to think clearly.
Her mouth hovers a breath away from mine. “You talk too much.”
“Then shut me up,”
Her hands move lower, undoing my belt with practiced ease. The pounding of my heart almost drowns out the sound of the buckle clicking open. She pulls my pants down just enough to free my cock, and fuck, the way her hand wraps around me—it’s like heaven and hell all at once.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, my hips bucking into her grip. Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing precum, and I swear I see stars. “You’re going to kill me.”
She smirks—that wicked, sinful smirk that drives me absolutely insane—and leans in, whispering, “Good. I want you desperate.”
Her hand moves faster, her thumb brushing over the tip. I can’t take it anymore: I need her. Now. With a growl, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.
“My turn,” I say, running my hands down the full curve of her ass, my fingers straying just under the edge of her lace panties.
“Alex,” she moans, her hips arching off the bed. “Please—”
I yank her panties to the side, and she’s warm, wet, and so ready for me that it takes every ounce of self-control not to lose myself right then and there. “You’re soaking wet, love, and I barely touched you.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I graze my thumb over the swollen, damp lips of her pussy, making her gasp.
“I’ll spread your legs and lick your sweet little pussy until you can’t even recall your own name.” I gently part her wet folds with my fingers.
“Oh my God—”
Her head falls back in ecstasy as my fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing her sensitive clit. Her body shakes when I find her entrance and slip a finger inside of her, simultaneously rubbing her throbbing nub with my thumb.
“You’re so tight.” I withdraw my finger slowly and thrust it back inside, matching the slow pace of my hand movements. Her walls tighten around me with each movement. “And incredibly greedy. How long has it been since you’ve been properly fucked?”
Her legs wrap around my waist as she rocks against my hand. “Mmm... It’s been too long. I’ve been preoccupied... and had a lot on my plate—”
“Then I need to get your tight little pussy ready for my cock.” I pull out my finger and slip two inside, feeling her wetness squeeze around them. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” I thrust deeper into her.
She clutches my shoulders and moans. “Alex, don’t stop, give me more.”
Unable to help myself, I pull my fingers from her and kneel between her luscious thighs. I’ve never seen anything wetter than her pussy, glistening and swollen, her clit peeking out like it’s begging for my tongue. And I’m not one to deny a lady what she wants.
I lower my head, my breath hot against her folds, and she shudders as I hover so close but don’t touch.
“Alex,” she gasps, and her fingers claw at the sheets. “Please, I need you inside me.”
I smirk, letting my tongue dart out to flick her clit once, just a tease, and she jerks like I’ve shocked her.
“You’re so wet, Olivia. Do you know what that does to me?
Knowing you’re dripping for me?” She whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed, trying to chase my mouth, but I pull back, laughing darkly.
“Patience, sweetheart.” I press a finger to her entrance, stroking lightly, feeling her clench around nothing.
“So tight,” I growl, pushing my finger in slowly, inch by torturous inch, until she’s gasping, her walls gripping me so tight I can barely breathe.
“And greedy,” I add, curling my finger inside her, finding that sweet spot that has her screaming.
When I add a second finger, she damn near comes undone.
Her hands are in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting, but I don’t stop.
I’m too obsessed with the way she’s falling apart for me, the way her body shakes as I fuck her with my fingers, my tongue circling her clit in small, dizzying circles.
“I’m going to—” she chokes out, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and I know she’s close.
So close. I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers thrusting harder, faster, until she’s crying out.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes, her moans echoing off the walls.
As her orgasm subsides, I slide my fingers back inside her pussy, her walls clenching around me. I know I can make her come multiple times, and I want her to come on my tongue once more before I claim her completely.
I lift her legs over my shoulders, bending her knees until they rest against her chest. The position opens her up completely, and I can see the full expanse of her core, glistening and swollen, inviting me in.
With a low moan, I dive in again, sucking on her clit greedily as my fingers continue to thrust inside her.
She’s still trembling from her first climax, but I don’t let up, my fingers curling inside her as my tongue flicks over her clit in quick, relentless strokes.
Her body arches off the bed, her tits bouncing, those perfect pink nipples hardening into peaks that beg for my tongue.
She’s wrecked, her thighs trembling as another orgasm tears through her, and I don’t stop.
My mouth is relentless, lapping at her dripping cunt like a starved animal, fucking her with my tongue until she’s practically sobbing.
Her juices are slick and warm, coating my lips, my chin, dripping down my throat. I drink her in like she’s the goddamn fountain of youth, her salty-sweet nectar driving me wild. Her hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, her toes curling as she comes undone again.
“Alex, I can’t anymore—“ She chokes on the words, her hips bucking against my face, grinding herself into me like she’s trying to fuse our bodies together.
I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and stare at her.
She’s a masterpiece—her golden hair a tangled mess, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath.
Her pussy is swollen and glistening. She’s ruined, completely and utterly ruined, and I’m basking of it.
“You’re incredible, Olivia. I can’t wait to feel that tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock, milking me dry as you come all over me.”
She’s too dazed to respond, but her eyes flicker open, and they’re dark with hunger. She reaches for me, her fingers trembling as they brush against my cock. I groan, my hips jerking at the contact.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs. Her hand wraps around me.
She strokes me slowly, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick tip where I’m already leaking for her.
I have to bite back a curse. Her touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me that make it hard to think. “God, I want you inside me.”
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it even starts.”
“Then maybe you should stop talking and do something about it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I tear open the condom and roll it on quickly, my hands trembling with urgency.
Then I’m on her again, my body pressing hers into the mattress as I position myself between her legs.
She’s still wet from my mouth, her body warm and ready for me, and I can’t wait any longer.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Olivia obeys, spreading her legs wide open, inviting me inside her.
I grab a pillow, placing it beneath her hips to give her the perfect angle for my entry.
Her fingers wrap around my rock-hard cock, and she guides me to her entrance.
I feel the warm and slippery entrance of her pussy and push the tip of my cock inside her.
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut, her head tilting back against the pillow. “Mmm, yes, that’s it.”
Her pussy smothers the head of my cock, her walls pulsing and gripping me. I grasp her hips; it’s all I can do not to thrust into her immediately.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I push further, her tight, wet heat enveloping me.
The sensation is overwhelming, intense, and it takes great effort to maintain control.
I watch as my cock disappears into her sweet pussy.
Olivia’s fingers dig into my back, and the sight of her beautiful body beneath me, writhing in pleasure, drives me wild.
With a deep, guttural groan, I thrust deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
“God, Olivia,” I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. “You feel incredible.”
Her hips lift to meet mine, urging me to move. I pull back slowly, savoring the way her body clings to me, before thrusting back in with a low growl.
Olivia’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as her hands roam my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her breath comes in short, uneven gasps.
“Don’t stop.”
I don’t plan to.
I set a pace that’s relentless, each stroke driving us both closer to the edge.
Her body moves with mine, her hips rising to meet every thrust, her tits bouncing obscenely, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
My hands grip her hips like a man possessed, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
Her walls clench around me, milking my cock with every stroke, the sensation so intense it’s almost painful.
I circle my hips, grinding into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that makes her scream.
Her hands scramble across my shoulders, her nails carving crescent moons into my skin, her eyes locked on mine with a wild, desperate hunger.
“Alex, I’m going to come.”
“I’m going to come too, sweetheart,” I groan, the words barely audible over the sound of her moans. “I’m going to come inside you, Olivia. Pump you so full of my cum you’ll be dripping for days, thinking of nothing but my cock inside you.”
Her response is a guttural sob, her hips bucking wildly against mine.
The need to possess her in the most intimate way possible is consuming me, even though my rational mind knows that I’m wearing a condom.
My hips move faster, each thrust more powerful than the last, my cock sliding in and out of her with a slick, wet sound.
“Oh, God!” Olivia cries. “Yes, please, fill me! I need it!”
Jesus.
Her words are like gasoline on the fire already burning in my gut.
I thrust harder, my cock plunging into her so deep I swear I can feel her cervix bumping against me.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, wet and obscene, mingling with the symphony of her moans and my groans.
Her pussy is a vice, squeezing me tighter and tighter until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck!” My release crashes over me like a tidal wave. My cock pulses violently, shooting thick ropes of cum into the condom buried deep inside her. The sensation is electric, her walls milking me for every drop, her body shuddering as she rides out her own orgasm.
Olivia’s eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she clenches around me as she takes everything I’m giving her.
When it’s over, we collapse together in a heap of sweat-soaked skin and tangled limbs. Olivia’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to recover.
“That was…” she says.
“Life-changing?” I offer with a raised eyebrow.
She swats my chest playfully, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. “Someone’s confident.” Her eyes dance with mischief as she props herself up on one elbow, hair tumbling over her bare shoulder. “But I can’t exactly disagree.”
I catch her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing each fingertip slowly. “Just wait until round two.”
“Oh?” She bites her lower lip, gaze dropping to my mouth. “You’re not finished yet?”
I shake my head, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my lips. “Not even close, sweetheart.”