Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
brIAN
“Oh my god,” Olivia says the second we walk into the loft. With a glance back at me, eyes wide and excited, she makes a beeline for the giant Christmas tree set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. “When did you do this?”
I stand back, my heart in my throat as I watch her take in the tree.
The strings of colorful lights, the ornaments—a mix of traditional and whimsy that felt perfect for us—the gold star on top.
She’s so beautiful it hurts. Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, bending to kiss her neck.
“Earlier today, before I picked you up to go to the Parkers’.
I loved having dinner with everyone, and I know tomorrow will be a blast too, but tonight, I wanted to spend Christmas Eve with you.
Only you. Can’t celebrate Christmas without a tree. ”
Olivia turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my waist and propping her chin on my chest, grinning up at me. “If I recall correctly, before I came along and told you what a depressing Christmas-free zone this apartment was, that’s exactly what you were planning on doing.”
Smiling, I kiss her, cupping her face in my hands, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks. “A lot of things have changed since I kissed you in the kitchen that night,” I say quietly.
I love you.
The words are right there, pushing up from my chest, dying to get out.
But for now, I swallow them back. I know she feels what I feel.
I can see it in her eyes every time I look at her.
I also know that the desperation I feel to give her the words is magnified by the fact that she’s leaving in a week, and even though telling her I love her would be the absolute truth, I think maybe we’re not quite ready for that.
There’s time.
She’s worth the wait to get it right.
She’s worth everything.
“No kidding,” she says on a laugh. “But good changes, Bry. So, so many good changes.”
“Yeah?” I ask, dipping down to kiss her forehead.
She leans into me, letting out a happy little sigh. “Definitely, yes.”
I let my lips linger on her forehead for a beat, breathing her in, before I pull back. “Okay, first things first.” Breaking away, I bend down and grab a gift bag from under the tree, reaching in and pulling out a box for her. “Open this.”
Olivia beams at me, immediately tearing the top off the box and laughing when she sees what’s inside.
“Christmas cookie pajamas?” She pulls them out, letting the box fall to the floor and holding up the red pajamas covered in cookies and candy canes.
She gives me an amused smile. “Please tell me you have the same ones.”
I scoff. “I’m no amateur.” Reaching back into the bag, I pull out my own pajamas, showing them to her. “Thought they were appropriate. You know, given how this whole thing started.”
“Our origin story in Christmas pajamas,” she says thoughtfully. “I love it.” Setting the pajamas on the couch, she pulls her sweater over her head and pushes down her jeans, leaving her in a black lace bra and thong.
“Oh, holy hell,” I mutter, trying to restrain myself from tearing that lace off her body and dropping straight to my knees.
Her tits rise up over the cups of her bra in a way that makes me want to run my tongue over them, and I can see the shadows of her nipples under the lace.
The waistband of her thong rides low on her hips, and she looks like a goddamn dream. My dick hardens instantly.
She grins wickedly at me, propping a hand on her hip. “You like?”
“You’re gorgeous. Incredible. Absolutely perfect. And you have to put those pajamas on right now before I bury my face between your legs and forget about my entire plan for this night.”
Stepping forward, she runs her hands up my torso and frames my face, laying her lips on mine. “Would that be so bad? I wore this for you, hoping you would rip it off me.”
Olivia presses up to her tiptoes, sealing her mouth over mine.
Gliding her tongue along my lips, she teases my mouth open, and I obey immediately, groaning when her tongue slicks against mine.
She still tastes like peppermint, except now it’s mixed with something dark and desperate that has need slamming into me so fast my head spins.
“Fuck it,” I mumble, reaching behind me to tear my shirt over my head. Olivia pops the button on my jeans, shoving them down my legs along with my boxers, and I kick all the fabric away before grasping her thighs and boosting her up, crashing my mouth back to hers. “Bedroom,” I rasp.
“Too far,” she mutters between kisses, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding against me. My hard cock slides over the lace between her legs, and we both groan. “Here. Right here. Right now. Need you. Please.”
Her Need you is kerosene dumped in my veins.
Taking three steps forward, I press her back to the window and reach around, unsnapping her bra.
It hasn’t even hit the floor yet when I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue while I roll the other one between my fingers.
“Oh my god, yes.” She moans, letting her head drop back against the window and tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me against her, rocking her hips, grinding herself on me.
The feel of her sliding over me, already hot and wet, is so intense that pleasure curls in my belly and makes my cock leak. “More. Inside me. Now.”
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Olivia. She looks wrecked already, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. Her eyes are hazy with lust and need and something else that makes my heart beat wildly.
“You needy for me, baby? You want me to tear that scrap of lace off your pussy and fuck you against this window? Are you as desperate for me as I am for you?” Leaning in, I lick a hot stripe up her neck, sucking at her pulse and chuckling darkly when she moans.
“Because I am, Liv.” Pinning her against the window with my hips, I take her lips with mine, invading her mouth, tasting her, devouring her until we’re both breathless.
“I’m so desperate for you it’s like you’re all I can see.
All I can feel. I need you, Olivia. I need you so fucking much it’s like I can’t breathe without you. ”
Tangling her hands in my hair, she tips my head up so her eyes meet mine. “Then have me, Brian. All of me is yours.”
Her words have lust crashing through me, and I curl my fingers in the waistband of her thong and give it a sharp tug, yanking it off her, loving the gasp that falls from her lips. Then I grasp her hips, and in a single move, I bury myself inside her.
“Motherfucker,” I rasp as she cries out, tightening her legs around my hips. Her pussy clamps down as I feel her stretch around me. Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect. “You feel so good. I want to live inside of you. You were fucking made for me, Liv.”
Rocking her hips against me, she lets out a throaty moan. “Maybe it’s you who was made for me. Because fuck, Brian. Nothing has ever felt this good. Ever.”
Her words are a shot straight to my dick, and I pull almost all the way out, thrusting back in and grinding against her, hitting her clit in a way that makes her drop her head back, whimpering up at the ceiling as my cock throbs inside her.
I’m desperate for release and also for this to never, ever be over.
“And nothing ever will,” I grit out, reaching around and gripping her ass so hard I’ll probably leave marks, and the thought of it has need shooting through me as I imagine her wearing the evidence of what we’re doing. The reminder of how good we are together.
Mine.
I roll my hips against hers in steady strokes that have pleasure swimming in my veins.
“Nothing will ever feel as good as we feel together. This is always how it’s going to be with us.
Every time, Liv. Every. Fucking. Time.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust, and she pants against me, meeting me stroke for stroke as I grind deep, angling my hips to hit the spot inside her that makes her moan.
Stilling my hips and pressing her tightly to the window, I drop my lips to her ear.
Licking the shell, I feel her shiver in my arms, and the way she responds to me has me gripping her tighter.
Holding her closer. “And when you’re in Italy, I’m going to fist my cock every night, thinking of the way you feel all wrapped around me.
The way your pussy feels when it’s gripping my cock so tightly, like you never want to let me go.
I’m going to think about the sounds you make when I’m inside you. When I fuck you like I own you.”
Grabbing my hair, Olivia yanks my head up. “If you own me, then I own you right back.”
“Fucking right you do. You own me, Liv. Every inch of me is yours.” Possession swims in my veins at her words and I pull back, snapping my hips forward and watching as her eyes go dark, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
I’m rock hard, and she’s so turned on that her arousal coats my cock and drips down her thighs as she tightens her arms and legs around me and holds on for the ride.
I hammer into her, our eyes locked. The only sounds in the room are our panting breaths and our bodies slapping together, and the air snaps and crackles with electricity and our raw, unbridled need.
We hurtle closer to the edge together, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed together.
It’s primal and unhinged, and I think I would die if we stopped.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
“So good,” I pant out. “So fucking good for me, Liv, taking this cock like it was made for you.”
“Fuck,” Olivia says with a gasp. “More. Harder, Brian.”
“Anything,” I mutter, my thrusts picking up as I fuck her with abandon, her moans and cries spurring me on as pleasure gathers at the base of my spine. “Come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”
Tightening my hands on her ass, I bend my knees and roll my hips to hit the spot I know will send her careening over the edge. I thrust twice more and then, with her eyes still locked on mine, she comes undone.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her body tightening, legs trembling around me as her orgasm rolls through her.
Her hazy eyes, the way her mouth goes slack with pleasure, and her pussy fluttering around me as I hammer into her, working her through her orgasm, have pleasure coiling tightly inside me.
When she crashes her lips to mine, her tongue invading my mouth in a kiss that’s hot, wet, and utterly filthy, pleasure unfurls so quickly it’s almost painful.
My hips still and my legs shake as I groan into her mouth, my orgasm slamming into me as I unleash inside her.
And still, I don’t stop. Our hips thrust and roll as our pleasure crests, and we’re all messy kisses and pants and moans and gasps as our damp bodies slide together. I can’t get enough. I’ll never be able to get enough.
And when Olivia clenches her inner muscles around me, another wave of pleasure arrows through my limbs and I lose my fucking mind.
Tearing my lips from hers, I drop to my knees, tossing one of her legs over my shoulders and sealing my mouth over her pussy, sucking my cum right out of her, the taste of our combined releases exploding on my tongue as I growl against her sensitive skin.
“Holy shit,” she screams as I devour her, tearing at my hair so fiercely my scalp stings, the pain making me feral for more. More of her. More of this. More of everything.
“That’s right,” I mumble against her. “Let me hear you. Let me hear what I do to you. How much you want this. Because I want you so badly, Liv. I can’t do anything but want you.”
My hands grip her ass, holding her tightly against my mouth as I seal my lips over her clit and suck hard. She goes off like a rocket, her release flooding my mouth, her hips rocking over me, riding my face as her throaty moans fill the room.
I just came two minutes ago, but I’m already wild with need again, my cock rock hard and throbbing as I lap at her slit, licking up the last of her cum before I stand, wrapping my hand around myself and stroking hard.
“On me,” Olivia rasps, circling her hand around mine so we stroke my cock together.
“What?” I ask, my brain shorting out at her words as licks of pleasure snake up my spine.
She reaches between my spread legs and rolls my balls in her hand, smiling wickedly when I groan. “You came in me. Now I want you to come on me.”
Olivia slams her lips to mine as our hands move.
And it’s so much. Her tongue in my mouth and our hands on my cock and her fingers moving, seeking, stroking, pressing until stars burst behind my eyes.
My second release barrels up my spine and I come on a grunt, ropes of cum painting our joined hands and her stomach.
I lock my knees and slam my free hand to the window behind Oliva as I come for what feels like forever.
When the pleasure finally ebbs, I wrap arm around Olivia’s waist, taking us both to the floor and pulling her against my chest. Our hearts hammer, and we’re both panting, bodies damp with sweat and limbs still shaking.
“Holy shit,” I manage, dropping my head to hers.
She laughs, snuggling deeper into my hold, reaching around to tangle her fingers with mine. “No kidding. What the fuck even was that?”
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I let my eyes drop closed, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. In my space. In my life. “That was us, Liv.”
“I like us,” she murmurs, her voice a little sleepy.
“Me too, baby,” I whisper.
I love you.