Chapter Thirty-Eight
Liv
“This is wet, too.” I let my finger drag down the satin on the center of my chest, watching his eyes follow it.
“I’ve been a very patient man, Olive.” His finger hooks the thin strap above my shoulder. “But I won’t be gentle.”
The strap falls down my arm, and so does the satin, exposing my right breast. He stares at the perky flesh in a trance until his thumb brushes the dainty barbell donning my nipple, and I gasp.
“Did it hurt?” He leans closer until his lips nearly brush the sensitive peak.
“Yes.” I tremble in his arms, not even close to being cold.
“You liked the pain, didn’t you?” The warmth of his tongue covers my nipple, and I throw my head back as he sucks, tugging my piercing into his mouth.
“I did,” I admit, writhing in his lap as he feasts on my breast.
My answer pleases him because in the next moment, my left breast is ripped free from my pajama top, and the fabric pools around my waist as he attacks.
My arms anchor his shoulders and neck, clinging to him as he licks, bites, and sucks at my breasts. My skin quickly paints the picture of his attention, marred with pink love bites and marks of affection.
He’s not going easy on me, but I know he could do worse. “Does this place have a bed?” I beg as he licks a path between my breasts.
He smiles against my chest, kissing my skin. “More like a mattress in the middle of the floor.”
“Perfect.”
He laughs, lifting me effortlessly as he stands, but then he sets me lightly on my feet. “I’d carry you chivalrously up the stairs, but I’m afraid a board will give out.”
“That’s okay.” I back away from him towards the staircase, letting my top fall down my legs. His gaze is heavy on my naked chest until my fingers play at the waistband of my shorts.
“Let me,” he pleads, dropping to his knees in front of me to replace my hands with his own. My shorts slide down my thighs, and he moans as he admires my nakedness for the first time.
“Everything you imagined?” I breathe as his face hovers inches from my soaked center.
“Better.” His tongue swipes up my slit, and my knees nearly give out. “So much better.”
He buries his head between my thighs, and I have to grip the banister to keep myself from collapsing. But he’s devouring me, and the pleasure building in my core is stealing strength from the rest of my body.
His big hands lower me to the steps, continuing his assault on my clit as he squeezes my ass. When his tongue penetrates me, my vision blurs.
It doesn’t matter that I’m butt naked on a dusty staircase; all I care about is Jensen Hayes between my thighs.
My hips jerk, and I know I’m close when he sucks my clit between his lips and tugs. “Oh my God, yes,” I cry, thrusting against his face for more.
His fingers grip my thighs roughly, spreading my legs wider as he tastes every inch of me, licking every fold and crease, fucking my pussy with his tongue, and teasing the entry of my ass.
He’s taking every part of me for himself, and I’m completely at his mercy. He can have anything he wants from me, but I’m a burning ball of need, and I want to cum so desperately I could cry.
“Please, I’m dying, please,” I beg, tugging at his hair, but he doesn’t relent, swirling his tongue into my pussy again as if he can’t get enough. His fingers open my lips wide as he dips his tongue into my hole over and over, fucking me with it, and trying to go deeper with every thrust.
Then he pushes a finger inside, and my eyes roll back. “Jensen,” I plead, letting my head fall back onto the steps.
He goes slow, adding another finger, reveling in exploring me for the first time. His mouth dances over my clit, making love to it with his tongue, and my eyes flutter as each wave of pleasure builds higher, bringing me closer to the brink.
He’s torturing me, and it’s only fueling my addiction to him. My need to have all of him is consuming me.
Just when I think he’s going to push me to the edge and give me what I want… He pulls back, sliding his finger through my folds and disrupting the momentum he had.
“You did that on purpose,” I accuse, whining at him.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, Olive.” He squeezes the globe of my ass roughly as he bites my inner thigh. “Let me play.”
“You have the rest of our lives to play.” He groans in pleasure at my words, and it vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “I want to cum on your face.”
“Never thought I’d get to hear those words.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head as I moan in relief.
But when I blink them open, trying to watch his head between my thighs, I have to blink multiple times before I realize my eyes are open, but the lights are gone.
There weren’t a ton of lights on in the house, but now it’s nearly pitch black.
“I hope you’re not afraid of the dark,” he murmurs against my thigh when he notices the storm has taken the electricity out.
“Not when you’re with me.”
“Maybe it’s me you should be afraid of.” He bites me, and I giggle. “I have a couple of candles in the bedroom.”
“Sounds romantic.” I scoot away from him slowly, as his hands drag the length of my legs.
“Are you trying to get away from me, dove?” His hand grips my ankle before I’ve made it even three steps higher.
“That’d be silly.” I tug my leg away from him, and he lets me back further up the stairs.
“You can try to run, but once I catch you, and I will catch you… I’m not letting you out of my bed until morning.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Only a promise, baby girl.” I can’t see him well enough, but I know he’s smiling. “5… 4…”
I turn, scampering up the final few steps before stumbling down the dark hallway.
“3… 2…”
I don’t wait to hear the last number… I take the first door I feel, and duck inside. It’s completely absent of light, but my hands grasp the porcelain sink, and I know it’s the bathroom. It has one of those sliding glass doors, and I slip inside the small stall shower, tiptoeing on the cool tile.
I try not to breathe, but every breath is amplified in the confined space. The floorboards in the hallway creak, and I know he’s close.
The excitement of being caught makes my body tremble, and as soon as the door eases open, my stomach clenches in anticipation.
The dim moonlight streaming in from the hallway is the only glimpse of him I get before the door shuts again, and he’s trapped us both inside.
My heart thunders as the glass door rattles, sliding open, and I don’t know if he can see me, but my back hits the shower wall on instinct.
He steps back, and I think he’s leaving, until I hear the clink of his belt coming undone and the rustle of his jeans falling.
His body fills the shower suddenly, and I gasp as his hand wraps around my throat.
“Gotcha,” he whispers as his thumb caresses my hammering pulse. “Now, how should I punish you for running from me?”
“What?” I squeak. I anticipated the chase but not what comes after.
His other hand grips my hip bone, flipping me with ease and pressing my chest against the cold wall. My nipples pebble as he sandwiches me in, and his stiff cock digs into me. He’s still wearing underwear, but I can feel the distinct outline of every inch of him along the crease of my ass.
His hand around my throat, and his body behind mine, cages me in everywhere, giving me no room to escape. “Spread your legs,” he demands, kicking my feet apart.
His fingers find my clit, circling the swollen nub until I’m squirming in his arms. I was already so worked up, I’m nearly at an orgasm when he pulls his hand away and slaps me. One quick swat to my clit, making me jerk in his arms.
Was that my punishment?
That wasn’t so bad, that–
He works my clit again, distracting me with pleasure until he rips it away.
“No, fuck,” I utter against the shower wall as my legs shake.
His fingers hook inside my pussy from the front, fucking me ruthlessly with them, and rocking my clit with the heel of his hand. My hole clenches in desperation as he abuses it, forcing my ass against his cock.
I grind into him, submitting to the intensity, and just trying to survive until he finally lets me cum.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and I’m so close, but his fingers disappear, making me cry out in disappointment.
He flips me around like a rag doll, again, dragging his lips up my neck and to my jaw. My nipples brush against his chest, and I arch against him, needing more contact.
My whole body is shaking. Being brought so close to a climax so many times without release has my adrenaline soaring.
His thumbs wipe away my tears as he captures my mouth, kissing me tenderly. It’s loving and sensual, but all-consuming. It’s what I’ve waited my whole life for.
“Are you ready for me to take you to bed now, baby girl?” I nod, too hazy to form words, and I feel his smile against my lips. “Good. I wasn’t giving you a choice anyway.”
His hands are under my thighs in an instant, hoisting me up around his waist before carrying me down the hallway to his room.
He wasn’t lying about the mattress on the floor. It’s the only thing in here besides a useless standing lamp in the corner and curtains that frame balcony doors. The doors are cracked open as the rain continues to pour outside, making the curtains billow.
We always dreamed about having big lives when we were teenagers. We’d sit at our rusty park and talk about the houses we’d want to live in and the cars we’d drive. We’d name foods that we didn’t know how to pronounce properly, that we wanted to try, and talk about all the money we’d have.
Yet, somehow, being in this nearly abandoned house, in an almost empty room, with cobwebs in the corners and no power, is absolutely perfect.
Because all I need is him. Having each other is all we ever needed.
He lays me on the mattress gently and steps back to admire my stringy hair and tear-streaked face, and all I can do is smile at him.
His chest heaves as he stands above me, looking at me with eyes full of pride and pleasant disbelief.
“What are you waiting for?”
He takes a shuddering breath, flexing his hands. “I’m terrified you’re going to disappear, and I’ll find out this was all just a dream.”
“How can I convince you it isn’t a dream?”
He slides his underwear down his legs, and a soft gasp escapes me. His cock bobs as he kneels in front of me on the bed, pushing between my thighs to cover my body with his. “Just stay,” he pleads, kissing me softly. “Don’t leave.”
He’s not asking me to stay the night. He’s not asking me to stay in this house. He’s asking me to stay.
And, I have every intention of doing just that.
“You’re in my soul, Jensen. There’s no running from that.”
“I love you, dove.” He kisses me again, tenderly. All the games are over, the silly prolonging… This is it.
Making love to Jensen Hayes was always just a fantasy, but now it’s real, and the air is heavy as we breathe each other’s oxygen, anticipating what we’re about to do.
I can sense his nerves, and I kiss his cheeks, his nose, urging him to continue.
“You’re my girl, Olive,” he whispers gently, guiding his cock to my entrance. In one slow, but confident thrust, he pushes inside me like he’s always belonged there, and I gasp as he settles to the hilt. “So beautiful.”
All of my overwhelming feelings stream from the corners of my eyes, but he holds me close, wiping my tears as he begins moving inside of me.
“My Olive,” he murmurs, kissing me softly.
Our bodies glide together as he moves on top of me, and it’s all too much. I was already prickling with my need to climax, and every time his hips thrust against mine, it takes my breath away.
I claw at the back of his neck and shoulders, clinging to him as he makes love to me. More tears well in my eyes as I realize that I’ve never experienced anything like this.
No one has ever loved me like this, so effortlessly, and authentically. I don’t know how I survived without it.
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from his throat as I suck it into my mouth. I want him closer, I want him inside my skin.
His strokes inside of me become more demanding, stealing my grasp on my control. Each time he hits me deep inside, an unintelligible noise escapes my throat, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as my back arches, accepting the climbing pleasure.
“Cum on my cock, gorgeous.”
“I’m… I–” Nothing coherent comes out.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, baby girl. Give me what I want,” he demands, rocking into me deeply until the pressure is too intense. My spine locks and muscles tense as I’m swept away in an orgasm so incredible, I see stars.
He captures the scream from my throat, kissing me passionately until my vision returns and my breathing steadies.
He stopped moving, and when I blink up at him, he’s only gazing at me in wonder, smiling softly. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A breathy laugh escapes me. “That’s good because I forgot to try to be sexy.”
“You don’t have to try with me. I’m obsessed with you.” He kisses where my smile has stretched my cheeks.
“Then you should know…” I push him until he rolls off of me. “I like being on top.”
I straddle his hips, admiring the way his cock falls impressively against his stomach. His hands land on my thighs, gripping me fiercely when my fingers circle the base of his girth and squeeze.
It’s heavy as I position it upward and shift my hips over him. “This is what I’ve dreamed about… Watching your face as I ride you.”
A choppy exhale is all he has time for before I impale myself completely on his rock-hard shaft. We both gasp in pleasure from it.
I start slow, grinding in his lap until it feels like I’m adjusted to this angle. I feel fuller, intoxicatingly so, as every inch stretches the walls of my pussy.
My hands support my weight on his chest as I roll my hips, taking exactly what I want from him, but when my ass bounces, and I start truly fucking him, his death grip on my hips only intensifies.
“Fuck, Olive,” he groans as I find my rhythm.