Chapter 17 #2
"Raul."
"No." I back up, hitting the counter. The trailer feels tight, the air too thick. "I told you. It's complicated."
She stares at me, hurt flashing across her face before it hardens into something else. Determination, maybe. "That's it? You're just gonna push me away?"
"You shouldn't be here."
"Why?" Her voice rises. "Because of this place? Your secrets? I don't care about that."
"You will." It comes out rougher than I mean it to. "Trust me."
She shakes her head, stepping even closer until there's barely any space left between us. "You don't get to decide that for me."
"Yeah, I do." My arms cross, but my voice wavers. "Go home, Olivia."
She doesn't.
Her eyes search mine for one long beat, then she surges forward.
Her mouth crashes into mine.
It's not soft. It's not tentative. It's angry and desperate and everything I've been trying not to want.
My hands come up on instinct, gripping her waist like I can't decide whether to push her away or pull her closer. She kisses me like she's proving a point, her fingers curling into my sweats at my hips, body pressing flush against mine.
I kiss her back before my brain catches up, hard and hungry, months of tension spilling out in the heat of it. Her lips part, and it feels like she's been waiting for this as long as I have.
When she finally pulls back, we're both breathing hard.
She doesn't let go.
"Stop telling me what I should do," she says against my mouth.
I stare at her, chest heaving, every wall I've built cracking under the weight of her. Her attitude makes the corner of my mouth twitch up. She's fucking adorable when she's irritated.
I pull her back into me before I can think better of it, crashing our lips together again. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and she tastes so goddamn good. Sweet and sharp and everything I've been starving for. I need more.
The kiss turns hungry fast. My hands tug at the hem of her shirt, my body screaming to strip every layer between us, but my head's yelling just as loud, trying to rebuild that wall I swore I'd keep up.
It's been so long since I've been physical with a woman. Longer since it's been someone I actually care about. Someone who's tried to see past the bullshit.
She breaks away just long enough to yank her shirt over her head, then dives back into the kiss like she can't stand the space between us.
Her fingers fumble with her jeans, unbuttoning and shoving them down her hips.
She kicks them off in a clumsy rush, and my hands slide from her waist to that round ass I can't get enough of.
Fuck, I'm obsessed with her curves.
Now she's standing there in a pink lace thong and a solid black bra, every inch of her perfect.
I've never seen anything more beautiful.
I start shoving my sweats down, and her hands join mine, brushing over my already hard dick. My heart stutters at the contact, heat shooting straight through me.
The sweats pool at my feet. I glance down for half a second, suddenly hyper-aware of where we are. Right in the living room, steps from the futon. But it doesn't matter. I'm not stopping. Not until I've had all of her.
I step out of them, then my hands are back on her, sliding under her ass.
I bend my knees and lift her up, carrying her the ten short steps to my bedroom.
She lets out a surprised squeak as I toss her onto the bed, and then she's laughing.
And it's this bright, gorgeous sound that hits me square in the chest.
"No one's ever carried me like that before," she gasps between giggles.
"Well, I just did." I shrug and drop down between her legs.
My arms hook under her thighs, lips pressing to her inner thigh. She tenses, trying to close them.
"You really don't have to," she murmurs, voice small.
"Olivia." I kiss higher, closer to the lace. "You don't get it. I need to."
I peel the thong aside, exposing her perfect folds, and drag my tongue slow along her. Her legs finally relax, opening for me. I groan into her as she lets me deeper, every muscle inside her pulsing against my mouth, begging for more.
I give it to her.
One finger slides in easy, and the way she clenches around it pulls a rough sound from my throat. Fuck.
I add another finger, curving them and slowly moving them inside her.
Her hips buck as I suck her swollen clit, body writhing under my tongue. She's close. I can feel it in the way she trembles, taste it in the way she floods my mouth.
Right now, nothing else exists. I need her to come. Need to feel it. Taste it.
Her hips arch off the bed as I work her harder, my tongue circling her clit with steady pressure while my fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp my name. She's soaking wet, trembling under me, every sound she makes driving me fucking insane.
"Raul. Fuck!"
Her thighs clamp around my head, and then she breaks. Her whole body seizes, pussy clenching tight around my fingers as she comes hard, flooding my mouth with her taste. I don't stop, lapping it up, groaning into her as she rides it out, her hands fisting the sheets, back bowing off the mattress.
When she finally collapses, panting and spent, I pull back just enough to look at her. Her chest heaves, skin flushed, eyes half-lidded and dazed. Perfect.
I crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach, between her breasts, until I'm hovering over her mouth. She tastes herself on my lips when she pulls me down, kissing me slow and deep, like she's not done yet.
"Raul," she breathes, chest still heaving as she catches her breath.
"Yeah?" My eyes drop to her tits, watching them rise and fall.
"I need more."
"Take it then," I say, one eyebrow lifting. "Like a good girl."
"Yes, sir."
She flips the script fast, shoving me onto my back before crawling over me like she owns me. Her lips drag from my collarbone up my neck, teeth grazing my earlobe just enough to make me hiss.
Pre-cum beads at my tip already. She's got me leaking for her.
She peels off her thong, tossing it aside, then reaches for my boxers.
"Wait."
"I have an IUD. I'm clean," she says before I can finish, reading me perfectly.
Fuck, she came ready. I love that shit.
She tugs my boxers down slow, freeing my throbbing cock. It slaps against my stomach, heavy and aching for her.
She climbs back over me, knees bracketing my hips, positioning herself right at my tip.
I grab her ass, thick and perfect in my palms, helping line her up.
"You sure?" I ask one last time, voice rough.
"Raul." Her eyes lock on mine, stern and hot, her wet pussy kissing my tip. "Shut," She sinks down an inch. "The," Another. "Fuck," Halfway now. "Up." She gasps as she takes me all, bottoming out with a squeak.
Tight. Hot. Perfect.
Her walls grip me like a vice, and I groan low, head tipping back.
She stills for a second, both of us adjusting to the feel of her stretched around me, tight and perfect, her heat pulling me in deeper. Then she starts to move.
Slow at first. Rolling her hips in a lazy circle that makes my vision blur at the edges. Her hands brace on my chest, nails digging in just enough to sting, and I grip her ass harder, guiding her, urging her faster.
"Fuck, Olivia," I groan, watching her tits bounce with every roll, her head tipping back as she finds her rhythm.
She picks up the pace, riding me like she means it, wet sounds filling the trailer, mixing with her soft moans and my ragged breaths. Every time she sinks down, taking me to the hilt, her walls pulse around me, squeezing so tight I have to fight not to lose it right there.
"You feel so fucking good," she gasps, grinding down hard, chasing her own pleasure now.
I thrust up to meet her, slamming deep, making her cry out. "That's it. Ride me. Use me. Fuck."
Her eyes lock on mine, wild and desperate, and she leans down to kiss me messy, all teeth and tongue, while her hips snap faster. Sweat slicks our skin, the bed creaking under us, the whole world narrowing to this moment. With this gorgeous girl on top, owning me, breaking me.
I'm close. Too close. "Fuck, I'm going to come," I warn, fingers bruising her hips.
"Explode inside of me," she demands, clenching around me on purpose, pushing me right to the edge.
I lose it with those words. My body takes over completely, raw and unrestrained. I thrust up hard, over and over, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, her pussy milking every drop as she shudders and gasps my name, finishing right with me.
We collapse together, tangled and spent, her weight on my chest the only good thing I've felt in months.