Chapter 25 Olivia
TWENTY-FIVE
olivia
Fuck, his mouth drove me insane.
I went above and beyond when I selected my lingerie for tonight; my attention to detail was a response to the lengthy drought I had before tonight.
And the response Nate had to it, and—well, to anything I did—made it worth the effort.
I never walked into a room where I didn’t feel his eyes crawling over every inch of my body.
When I spoke? His attention hung on every syllable out of my mouth.
So I rewarded myself because wearing lingerie made me feel like a fucking goddess. But I was rewarding him because his gaze made me feel like his queen.
“I feel underdressed—”
I took in his athletic shorts that hung low on his hips, his shirtless chest—the same look he’d teased me with since he had moved into my house. “You’re perfect.”
“You licked your lips,” he said.
“I’d rather be licking you. Come here.” I slid to the edge of the bed and sat up as he made his way over to me.
With his tanned skin finally within reach, I used my fingertips to explore the definition of his abs.
“One, two, three, four,” I said, loving the way his abs responded from the slight touch, “five, six, seven, and eight. An eight-pack.”
“Are you sure?” he asked and then flexed his abs to show even more definition.
“Fucking show-off.”
“I’ll use everything possible to my advan—” his breath whooshed out as my lips and tongue traced the same path my fingertips had just followed.
I danced my fingers along the waistband of his shorts, sweeping them beneath, watching his pupils dilate.
“Can you be quiet?” I asked, slipping his shorts down his hips. I battled with myself to act like a seductress, but inside, I was dying. Nate was all fucking man. Dear Lord, this man was a specimen.
“Liv, I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
Why did he sound so pained?
“Can I taste you?” I asked, and his smoldering eyes met mine.
“Do you want to?”
I nodded, sliding his shorts down. His boxers bulged, his erection apparent. Shit, the man was proportional to his height. Once I freed him from the constraints of his briefs, I had to take a moment.
“Damn.”
“Is that a good thing?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I grasped the base of his cock, and he answered with a hiss. My tongue licked the tip, swiping the bead of pre-cum and tasting his salty flavor. “Mmm,” I groaned before taking him deep in my mouth.
His breath came hard and fast, and his fingers tangled in my curls as I looked up at him to gauge his reaction.
His eyes were hooded, sexy, and burned into mine.
My nipples puckered tight, and my core throbbed.
This man, all 6’5” of him, was putty in my hands.
I took him deep into my throat and swallowed, causing him to swear as he grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out of my mouth.
“I’m not gonna make it long if you do that, baby,” he whispered, trying to get his breath under control.
“Are you good for more than one round?” I asked.
“I’m not sure, and not ready to find out right now.”
His hands came to my waist, and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my core lined up perfectly with his shaft. I squirmed against him as his mouth devoured mine.
“My lingerie—it’s open everywhere it needs to be. It’s up to you whether you want it on or off.”
“Fuck, baby. In it, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But I’ve gotta see all of you.”
He tugged the corset bodice down as he tried to free my breasts, but instead of it sliding down, the fabric ripped. “Tear it off.”
“Yeah?” He looked uncertain.
“Yeah. It’s fucking hot.”
That was all the encouragement he needed before he shredded my favorite piece of lingerie—and fuck if I cared. He tossed it aside and set me down on the bed, where I leaned back on my elbows so he could look his fill.
His eyes never left mine as he kicked his shorts away. “I’m really fucking keyed up, Olivia, and I’m not going to last long. What do you need to make this good for you?”
He kneeled on the edge of the bed, towering over me. I fucking ached for him to touch me, but I could see the thin grasp he held on his control. It was then that I remembered how much younger he was—a fact that was easy to forget with the specimen of a man in front of me.
“Get on your back.” The thought of taking control sent another surge of heat throbbing between my legs.
Nate followed my directions, and I looked my fill before crawling towards him.
The heavy sway of my breasts and the cool air only enhanced the sensitivity of my nipples.
When I straddled his waist, I was careful to avoid contact with his cock.
“Come here.” His hands grabbed my waist, and tugged my hips up towards his face. My knees rested on either side of his head, and my pussy hovered over his mouth. I groaned at the first tentative lick up my center and lost my breath when he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good.” The need to keep quiet battled with the need to let him know just how much I wanted him to do exactly what he was doing.
He used one hand to slip two fingers inside me while the other rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I rode his face and fingers and found myself quickly on the edge of explosion. As soon as my eyes met his, the orgasm hit me, and I collapsed over him, fighting to catch my breath.
“Jesus.” I let out a heaving breath, mindful of the amount of noise I was making.
“Was that good for you?” God, he sounded earnest. I answered him by sliding down his body and forcefully taking his mouth. My hands covered the length of his massive torso. The hard planes of his abdomen and chest—why had I avoided athletes?
I held his throbbing cock in my hand. “I’m gonna need to take this slow; it’s a little bigger than I’m used to.” I lined him up with my entrance and sank down onto him, loving the feel of stretching around him as he filled me.
I watched his face, his head tossed back as he tried to stay quiet, his breath coming out in pants. “God, baby, that feels so fucking goo—” he stuttered when I started to move, grinding and circling my hips. I found a rhythm that had me on the edge once again.
“I’m gonna come all over your cock, you ready?”
He nodded.
“And maybe someday we won’t need to be quiet.
Then you can hear me scream your name while I shatter around you.
” My hips picked up the pace as he drove into me, matching my movement.
His shaky hands found my breasts. I arched into his hands, and he leaned up, taking a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled over the sensitive bud before he sucked hard.
“Fuck!” I bit out, as I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me. His thrusts got more and more frantic as he chased his own orgasm. “God—come on. Give it to me.”
As he came, his body tensed, and he tossed his head back. His hands fell to my hips, sliding me up and down as he pulsed inside me.
“You’re sexy as fuck when you come, Rookie.”
“Well, I tried to make it last a little longer, but someone’s filthy mouth wouldn’t stop—no way I could hold back. That was so much better than I expected.”
“Me too. You never know how it’s going to be with a new partner.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure how it was going to be—like at all.”
My stomach plummeted as what he’d just said sank into my sex-addled brain. Was he a virgin? No—
No, no, no—holy fuck, no!
“Nate, you’ve had sex before, right?” I stared up at him, his cock softening and slipping out of me.
“No, I’ve done other things—” he blushed and looked away.
“Other things?”
“Yeah. I dated a girl in high school, and we fooled around, but she wanted to save her virginity for the man she married.”
I rolled off him and stared at the ceiling. Pissed at myself for not seeing the signs—or even asking. “I—”
“Wait, Olivia—is this a problem?”
I took a deep breath in and slowly blew it out, hoping this would calm my racing heart. But no matter what emotions swirled through me, I owed it to him not to make this traumatic.
“I don’t think so, Nate. It’s just really unexpected.”
“Did it suck?” He asked, sitting up and searching my face for any indication that I was disappointed.
“God no. It was really fucking good.”
“Then what’s the freakout for? You think I’m gonna wish you’d covered the bed with rose petals? Maybe you lit a candle or two?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, because that was the exact scenario from when I’d lost my virginity, minus the orgasms, and with the addition of pain and awkwardness. But if I thought that my partner regretted it? That would have fucked with my head.
“I wish I had known; maybe I would have cut back on some of my filthy talk for your virgin ears.”
“My virgin ears were exposed to a lot worse in all the locker rooms I’ve been in. But that was hot. Please don’t—even if it almost ended me before you were ready.”
Nate got up and headed to my bathroom, looked in the closet, and found a small hand towel. I admired his backside; if I’d thought his abs were impressive, it was because I hadn’t seen his ass.
He caught me staring. “Like what you see?”
“Very much. I still can’t believe women haven’t been all over you.”
Nate smirked.
“What?” I asked.
“They are. I’m just selective.”
I nodded and used the towel to clean up afterwards, pleasantly surprised that he would think of it. Nate had been full of surprises all around.
He kissed me on the forehead and picked his shorts and shirt up off the floor, while looking sheepishly at the remains of my lingerie. “I’ll replace these.”
“That’s okay. It was worth it.”
He smiled, that crinkle showing, and I was toast.
“I should probably sneak back off into bed…”
“Probably.” It had been a long time since I’d had a sleepover, and for obvious reasons, that wasn’t possible with Nate. We hadn’t even discussed the option. It was refreshing to know that we were both on the same page—even if it was the only option.
One last kiss. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
“Goodnight, Nate.”
Me: Soph - I did something bad.
Sophie: Um, bad for you? Or bad for the rest of the population.
Me: I deflowered the rookie.
Sophie: Oh, good. I told you to fuck him.
Me: NO! I DEFUCKINGFLOWERED HIM!
Sophie: He was a virgin????
Sophie added Brandon to the chat. Oh, for fuck’s sake, Sophie. Brandon doesn’t need to be a witness to this.
Sophie: Bran—what happens when a guy loses his virginity to a woman?
Bran: He gets attached? Why?
Sophie: Olivia fucked the rookie—he was a virgin.
Me: Guys, do you need to be talking about me right in front of me? Can’t you just talk about me behind my back?
Brandon: Sorry. Traveling for work. I hope you like him.
Me: I warned him not to get attached.
Brandon: Lol—if you made getting laid conditional on understanding that, then he lied. Probably. But what do I know? I married the only woman I ever slept with.
Me: Wait—what?
Sophie: Goodnight….
Sophie and Brandon turned off notifications for the chat.