Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
HARRISON
It’s been two days since I’ve seen Olive, and I’m about to go crazy. I ended up having to go to Houston to put out fires with my newest acquisition. Apparently, the board wasn’t exactly on board with the takeover.
Too fucking bad.
I throw my keys on the side table of my hotel room and pull out my phone. I smile as I dial her number, knowing she’ll pick up. Knowing she’s mine—for now.
“You back at the hotel already?” she asks, sounding a little out of breath.
“Yeah,” I say with a frustrated sigh.
“I didn’t expect you so soon,” she says, still sounding out of breath.
“What were you doing?”
“Me?” she squeaks.
I chuckle. “Yeah, angel. You.”
“Nothing…”
“Hmm… Were you maybe touching that sweet pussy?”
She lets out a little huff. “No, I was doing laundry.”
No, she wasn’t. She had her hand between her legs.
I know what she sounds like when she’s aroused, and my girl is hot and bothered.
She’s been insatiable. It’s like all the years of holding onto her virginity exploded into a wealth of need.
Not that I’m complaining. She’s a fucking goddess, and spending time between her legs is my new favorite hobby.
In fact, if I wasn’t in Houston, I would’ve come home to bury myself deep inside her instead of to this empty hotel room. We’ve spent every day of the last week together in one way or another. At least until I had to go on this impromptu trip.
“Don’t lie to me,” I growl. I turn my phone to face me and hit the button for video.
Her breath catches as her phone notifies her I’m requesting a video call. For a brief moment, I wonder if she’ll decline, but she doesn’t. Her beautiful face comes into view. I know immediately that she’s in her bedroom, on her bed—naked.
“Okay, so maybe I was touching a little,” she says, blushing.
I chuckle lowly, loving that I know her so well already. It’s not something I ever thought I would enjoy with someone, but hell if I don’t like learning everything about Olive. She’s breaking past my walls. I don’t know how I feel about that except that I’m not ready to stop this thing between us.
Not yet.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
Her blush turns even brighter. “You mean like… phone sex?”
“I mean like you touch that sweet little pussy of yours and let me watch you come.”
Olive’s cheeks are flaming red, but the desire and want in her eyes tell me she’s more than embarrassed. She’s desperate to show me what I want to see. I give her a moment to think it through as I get settled on my own bed. I adjust my rock-hard cock in my pants.
Despite her reservations, she moves her phone so I can see her naked body laid out like some kind of sacrifice to the gods.
Her hand slips down her body and between her glistening pussy lips.
Her breaths become labored, and I can tell she’s already on the edge of release.
She’s always on the edge with me. I’ve never been with a woman who is so responsive. I love it.
“Harrison,” she says my name like it’s a benediction. “Touch yourself. Please. I want to see you.”
I groan at her naughty demand. She’s not one for dirty talk, still shy with her words despite how her body responds to the lightest of touches.
I don’t deny her this. I slide off the bed and strip, then lay back on the bed again, holding my phone so she gets a good view.
She moans when she sees my hand encircle my cock and stroke it.
“Is this what you want?”
She shakes her head no, and I give her a questioning look. “It’ll have to do since I can’t touch you myself.”
“Naughty girl.”
She shrugs, then her eyes fall closed as she touches herself again. I stroke myself in time to her motions, loving the wet sound of her fingers in her pussy. Her eyes pop open as if she forgot about me for a minute.
I stroke my cock for her, giving her a show. “That’s it, Olive. Touch yourself. Let me see you fuck your fingers.”
She watches me stroke my cock with confident and sure movements as she touches and tries different ways as if she’s learning her own likes and dislikes. It dawns on me that my little virgin doesn’t have experience with masturbation either.
“Have you ever come on your own fingers?” I ask on a growl.
She shakes her head. “I’ve tried… I just couldn’t get there… not until-”
“Until what?”
“Until you… you’re like my own personal wet dream.”
I groan at the confession. “Good. I like being your wet dream. Only me.”
Olive’s head falls back as her back arches, her fingers flying over her clit. “You… only you…”
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”
“Me too,” she gasps.
With effort, she opens her eyes and watches me. Her body shakes as her orgasm rolls through her. I shuttle my hand up and down my cock in brutal strokes as my cum spurts out onto my stomach and hand.
“That was hot,” Olive says as she watches me finish.
“Indeed, it was.” I give her a satisfied smile. Yep, hot.
We clean up, and unfortunately, Olive pulls on a shirt—one of mine that I left at her place, which makes me happier than I’d like to admit. A lot of things make me happier than I’d like to admit when it comes to Olive.
“So…” she says, blushing.
“How was your day?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It was good. The words were really flowing today. If I keep up at this pace, I could be done with this book faster than I’ve ever finished one before.”
I smile proudly. “That’s great, angel. Is there any reason why this book is different than the others?”
Her cheeks heat with a blush again.
Interesting.
“Let’s just say I have some good inspiration.”
I don’t call her out on it, but I have a feeling I might just be the inspiration that she needed. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but if it helps her, then that’s all that matters right now.
“Do you know when you’ll be home?” she asks, not so subtly changing the subject.
“Hopefully tomorrow.”
She smiles widely at that. “Good. I miss you.” She chews on her bottom lip as if she just revealed something she didn’t mean to say.
“I miss you, too,” I admit. Seems like I’m admitting a lot of things these days. I look at the clock and realize it’s past ten here, and she’s an hour ahead. “You should get some rest.”
A look of disappointment crosses her features, but she doesn’t argue. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?” The words are a question, not a statement of fact. Of course I’m going to see her tomorrow. I can’t be in the same city as her and not see her. Fuck that.
“I’ll call you,” I promise. I’m gifted with a broad smile and bright, happy blue eyes. A man could get lost in a smile like that.
I’m not that kind of man, I tell myself for the dozenth time. I have a feeling I’ll be repeating that a lot trying to convince myself that it’s true. Something about Olive has me entirely out of my comfort zone, and it’s got me mystified.