Chapter 13 #2
If I were a rational creature, I would have left the bathroom. Unfortunately, I was instead a mere man. The bathtub siren was calling and I had no choice but to answer.
She turned around. As I stepped forward to get a better look, the scent of the soap hit me like a punch to the nose and I had to grip the bathroom counter to keep my knees from buckling.
The tropical scent flooded my brain like a tidal wave and unlocked dozens of shameful high school fantasies that I had repressed.
I couldn’t even breathe as I thought of weaving my fingers through Olivia’s hair, or shutting her up by shoving my cock in her mouth, or fucking her on top of her desk so I could watch those big tits bounce.
The fantasies replayed like flashbangs over and over in my head as the blood drained from my brain. I needed to get the hell out of that bathroom, but my feet were stuck to the tile.
Olivia looked at me over her bare shoulder. “Are you OK?”
I tightened my grip on the counter’s edge and cleared my throat. “You bought that soap at the dollar store, didn’t you?”
She quickly glanced to the side. “Yeah, um…I thought it would put me in the right mood.”
She looked back at me and her eyes widened. I dipped my chin to follow her gaze—I was hard as a fucking diamond and my sweatpants hid nothing.
My mouth went dry as I remembered to be embarrassed. “I…I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
“Don’t.”
I swallowed, trying to form a response but failing to even form thoughts. “What?”
Her face sharpened a little. “You interrupted me, so you should take over.”
My hand ran through my hair. “How do you want me to—?”
“Get in the bathtub.”
I nodded as my thumbs slid beneath the waistband of my pants. I pushed down, freeing my aching cock to the air, and kicked off my pants and boxers.
I stood before her, my body as naked and vulnerable as I felt. The imperious look on her face softened as she moved forward in the bathtub, silently inviting me to sit behind her.
My eyes stayed on the tops of her breasts peeking out from the bubbles as I eased into the tub with her. The water warmed my legs as I positioned myself around her body. She moved into me, her ass pressing my cock into my stomach as I bit back a groan.
I looked down at her bare back—there was her tattoo. Between her shoulder blades was a rose, tattooed all in a single line. I lightly traced the stem of the rose on her spine and felt her skin prickle.
“Is that really where your hands should be?” she said in a breathy exhale.
I dropped my hands just beneath the surface of the water and grazed my knuckles along her sides. “You tell me…”
Slowly, I dragged the backs of my hands along her ribs until I cupped the undersides of her breasts. She let out a sweet moan and leaned into my chest, freeing her breasts from the thin layer of soap bubbles.
I cut a glance to the mirror on the opposite wall and caught the reflection of soapy water running down her breasts. Her nipples were dark and rosy. My hands were big enough to wrap around a football, but her massive tits were spilling out of my hold.
I slowly traced my thumb around her right nipple as I stared hungrily at our reflection.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I breathed. “Better than I ever imagined.”
She let out another moan that heightened into a whine as I lightly pinched her taut nipple.
“Lower,” she ordered.
I let myself have a final, greedy squeeze of her right breast before letting my fingertips wander down her side.
She stiffened. “Don’t touch the belly.”
My hands paused. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
Moving my fingers down her ribs, I found the crease where her thigh met her belly and followed it down. Slowly, I traced circles against that sensitive flesh. Fuck, her pussy was just as soft as I remembered.
“I…I didn’t shave,” she whispered. “I can’t see down there anymore.”
As if I gave a fuck.
My lips grazed the side of her temple as I said, “If you’re thinking about that, then I’m not doing my job.”
I pressed two fingers into her and she melted back into me. Her head rested against my shoulder and her thighs opened beneath the water, giving me full access.
I took in our reflection. The soap bubbles had thinned, leaving Olivia fully on display. Finally, she was the vulnerable and helpless one.
My heart pounded as I took advantage of the moment, my fingers pressing up against that magical spot inside her as my other hand enjoyed the weight of her breast. She squirmed as I stroked, her ass rubbing against my shaft. I bit my tongue to keep myself from coming as I fought to make her unravel.
My thumb rubbed her clit and she let out the most beautiful little sob. She started to shake, I worked my hand faster and faster, and then—
“Fuck!” she cried, long and drawn out, as her body tensed.
“That’s it,” I rasped against her skin. “Come for me, Adams.”
The bathwater quivered as Olivia’s body quaked under my hands. A surge of triumph rushed through me. I wasn’t helpless with her, not when I could command her body like this. This was my house. I was still in control.
When her climax faded and her sweet little noises softened into gentle panting, I slowly took my fingers out of her and rested my hand on her hip. With a sigh, she collapsed into me.
I looked in the mirror, relishing the sight of her resting on my shoulder. Her lashes had fluttered closed and water gleamed off the curves of her shoulders and her breasts.
I let out a very satisfied hum at our reflection. “See? Good things happen when you just let me take care of you.”
Olivia’s eyes popped open and her eyebrows furrowed. She sat upright in the tub and turned around.
“Get on the ledge,” she ordered.
My cock twitched, but I was frozen as she sat on her knees in front of me.
She shot me a commanding look. “Now.”
Without hesitating, I gripped the edges of the tub and pulled myself up to sit on the tile ledge.
My back was flush against the wall and I held my breath as she moved to sit between my legs.
Her hand broke through the surface of the water, her skin dripping wet as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft.
I held back a moan as she stroked me once and let out an appraising hum. Then, her eyes locked with mine as she leaned forward. The afternoon sun from the window lit up Olivia’s eyes like bronze as she opened her mouth and licked the underside of my cock, her tongue tracing a line from base to tip.
A spark of pleasure flicked up my spine, but it wasn’t enough. My head fell back against the wall as she lightly licked me over and over, deliberately avoiding the sensitive head.
She was getting her revenge for what I had done in the attic, no question. I didn’t dare look down to catch her delighting in my misery. I wasn’t going to beg, but fuck I ached to be fully inside her again.
As if she heard my silent plea, she took the head into her mouth and sucked.
Relief and pleasure washed through me, like she had released a pressure valve deep within my body. I closed my eyes and groaned as she took me in deeper, deeper, until her hand let go and her lips wrapped around the base of my cock.
I opened my eyes and looked down in pure disbelief. Her hands gripped my thighs as she took me in all the way to the back of her throat.
The scent of the soap filled my nose and made my head hazy as Olivia blew me.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by, so I slowly worked the pink scrunchie out of her hair to unravel her bun.
As soon as her hair was loose, I tightened my fist around it and used the leverage to guide her at the pace I wanted.
Olivia moaned at the pressure, sending an incredible vibration around my cock that nearly made me blow.
I gripped the edge of the bathtub’s ledge even harder than I held her hair as I fucked her throat, letting myself indulge in the real-life fantasy as long as possible.
My heart jumped when the points of her teeth scraped my shaft, but I couldn’t fucking stop, I wouldn’t fucking stop.
But then my balls tightened and I let go. I released her hair, but Olivia’s lips tightened around my cock as I pumped cum onto her tongue.
Fuck, that was good.
I let out a breath, beginning to come down from the high, but then she gripped the base of my cock hard. My eyebrows shot up and I gasped, and then she sucked harder than ever.
My vision blew out into white lightning. Every single one of my nerve endings fried at the intense sensation. I gritted my teeth, but I whimpered as my muscles jerked. Her nails bit into my thighs as she furiously sucked me down. It was too much, too much.
I opened my eyes as I tried to ride through it and found her staring up at me, her cheeks hollow but her eyes full of malice.
She really was a sadist.
“You fucking demon,” I bit out. “You bitch from hell!”
She released her mouth and stroked me. Her hand worked slower and slower, softening the blaring intensity into a quiet ecstasy.
Then she gave me a pointed look and swallowed.
I released a shaking breath. My hands trembled as they gripped the bathtub ledge. Even after all the hotel suites and club bathrooms I had frequented through the years, I never had a blowjob that compared.
Olivia sat on her knees in the bathwater and gave me a very satisfied, very feline smile. Any trace of the bubbles was long gone.
My cheeks grew hot as my blood circulated back to my brain. “Um…I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have called the mother of my children a demon…or a bitch from hell.”
She shrugged. “Other lawyers have called me worse.”
I swallowed and glanced out the window. “Th-thanks for the coffee, by the way. I was more surprised you knew when my birthday was than anything.”
“I make it my business to know things. I am a Virgo, after all.”
I had no idea what that meant, but it scared me.
My heart skipped a beat as I looked back at her, but she was already getting out of the tub. She slowly stepped onto the bathmat and I sat breathless as I took her in. She was nude, voluptuous, and pregnant with my babies. God damn.
The image of her curvaceous silhouette burned into my memory just before she wrapped a fluffy green towel around herself.
She tossed me a look before glancing at the bathwater. “Remember that the next time you think I’m just going to lie back and let you take care of me.”
She stepped out of the bathroom and left me there, my legs soaking in the tepid water. The vibrator was still at the bottom of the tub—useless and abandoned.
I let out a sigh and released the edge of the bathtub. A tough balancing act—that’s what I had called whatever Olivia and I were. Could I really only look at her as the mother of my children after seeing her, all of her? Or after watching her suck five years of my life out of me?
But those eyes…God she knew what she was doing. She wanted to make me squirm, and she did. She wanted to make me helpless, and she did.
No, I was worse than helpless—I was weak. If I wasn’t careful, that woman would have me collared and leashed like a dog. I was worried about the family legacy crumbling if Olivia Adams knew too much, but now I was in danger of crumbling.
And I couldn’t. Not again.
Most importantly, I couldn’t allow a woman who wanted nothing to do with me to have me under her control.