Chapter 9 Olivia
OLIVIA
If Weston wasn’t careful, his words alone were going to cause an orgasm to rip through me. But at the mention of his brother, I pulled back slightly, that familiar sense of shame rippling through me.
What was I doing?
I told myself there was no possible way I’d hurt Lennon the same way he did me, yet here I was, doing that.
What was worse—I didn’t want to pull away.
I wanted Weston’s words to sink into my psyche and fuck me so hard that I’d never be able to forget him. I wanted his lips on every inch of my skin, touching the softest flesh on my body. And I wanted that more than just tonight, despite not knowing every little detail about him.
But that shame inside of me was a little louder. “Weston, we should stop.”
“See, I thought the same thing. Even told myself to have a little bit of self-control, but I can’t let you leave here without knowing what it feels like to be completely wanted by a Taylors man. And if he can’t give you that, that only leaves one other person…”
I smirked around the tension that claimed me. “Your dad?”
His eyes shimmered with something I couldn’t place before one of his hands came up to grip my jaw and hold my head at an angle. Just like that, my guilt left the building. “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.”
“Thought I already was.”
“Oh, you are.” His expression flared, and then a pounding sounded off to the side, coming from the direction of the break room door.
Hope blossomed in my chest, but it was hard to give it the attention it deserved when Weston was taking up so much of my space, mentally and physically.
A deep voice broke into our impenetrable bubble, into our moment. “Olivia? Are you in there?”
Lennon.
He must have noticed I wasn’t at his house and came back to look for me. Knowing he cared about me at the most basic level did something to me, but then I remembered how things had been the last few weeks. How horrible and unwanted they made me feel.
“Hello? Olivia, can you hear me?”
When my gaze connected with Weston’s, he challenged me, whispering out, “Answer him.”
My eyes flicked between his. His brother on the other side of the door did nothing for him. He stayed rooted in place before me. His fingers trailed along my skin, brushing up and down, enticing me to play along.
“Y-yeah,” I shouted, trusting Weston implicitly. “The handle is jammed!” I yelled out, my breath faltering when Weston’s fingers drifted down my abs toward my lacey thong again.
“Jesus. Why didn’t you call me?” he shouted back in question. “I got back to my place, and you weren’t there. I called Ava, and she said you went to the bathroom and never came back.”
“My phone is in my car. I left it there earlier and didn’t really think I needed to go back and get it since I was with you.”
“Shit, okay. I’m going to see if I can find some tools and get you out of there. Is anyone else with you?” Lennon asked.
Silence stretched through the air as Weston’s fingers hooked into my thong. He was dipping beneath the surface, his focus dead set on me as he worked his fingers closer to my sweet center. My eyes gently closed, and I knew I couldn’t lie. Once that door was open, he’d find Weston in here with me.
“I’m in here, too,” Weston hollered, igniting a wave of deep-seated pleasure through me. I didn’t know how it was possible that he was doing this to me. So easily. So effortlessly.
My breathing came out breathy and slow.
“Weston?” Lennon asked, almost unsure that he heard right.
“Yeah. Go find something to fix the door. Get us the hell out of here.”
“On it,” Lennon said before his shoes padded down the hall, and he left us.
My attention moved back to Weston. I couldn’t stop him, couldn’t pull his hands away from me.
I didn’t want to, but the fact was that we needed to stop.
We needed to pull away from each other. But first, he needed to press his full lips to mine again so I could memorize the weight of them, the shape of them, the taste of them.
“He’s going to be back soon. It’s not going to take him long to unjam the door,” Weston murmured. “Five minutes tops.”
“I know.”
“If I drop to the floor, are you going to let me put my mouth on you?”
I thought about it for a second, but I didn’t need to for long.
My body wanted that times a thousand. I moved my hands up to his shoulders and pushed him down as I glanced over at the door.
With the way my body was primed, it wouldn’t take me long.
Knowing we were risking everything added to the pleasure of it all.
I didn’t know what that said about me, but I didn’t care to pick it apart.
Not when Weston Taylors, co-owner of Taylors Security, was on his knees for me.
He rolled my thong down my legs, his warm breath fanning across the most sensitive part of me. “Fucking Christ. I can see your pussy glistening for me, even with so little light, sweetheart.”
My breath hitched.
I loved it when he called me that.
I was quickly becoming addicted to Weston’s dirty mouth.
“Because of you,” I told him.
He kissed up my leg, from my knee to the crease in my thigh. “It turns you on knowing that we could get caught, doesn’t it? Knowing that we’re minutes away from having to face reality. Should I reward you or punish you for that?”
I wanted both, but I was scared to say it.
The tips of his fingers dipped into my heat, not pushing in entirely, but enough to wet them. Then he brought two fingers up and sluggishly coasted them over my clit.
My knees buckled, and my hips bucked forward, my hands clutching the counter so I could keep myself upright. My legs wanted to give out as I stared down at the image before me, this intense knot coiling low in my abdomen.
I’d been eaten out plenty of times before, but no one ever sank down to a dirty ground and reveled in it because I was the one in front of them.
“You didn’t answer me, Olivia,” Weston cooed in that deep voice. “Punishment or reward.”
I was already playing with fire—had been all night—and I was desperate for the burn, so I said, “Punishment, please.”
“Mmm,” Weston groaned. “You have me so goddamn hard right now.”
I reached down and combed my fingers through his hair. It was bizarre how we went from enemies to this in the matter of such a short time. But it almost made it more electrifying. More…intoxicating.
His fingers worked their magic, edging me closer as they smoothed over me gently. Euphoria filled my head and chest, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. “How are you going to do it?”
“Punish you?” Weston questioned.
“Yes.”
“Well, I was going to eat you, but I think I’ll use my fingers to get you off instead. You’re already so close, so fucking turned on.”
“I-I thought you wanted to taste me?”
“Oh, I will,” Weston assured, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But first, you’re going to come.” I circled my hips around his hand, wanting more. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. Use me to get exactly what you want.”
I moaned, that sweet sound filling our ears.
But then Lennon was there again, his voice intruding into our intimacy. “Okay, I’m back! It might take a minute to get the handle fixed since it’s dark.”
My eyes shot open and flicked back to the door before dropping to Weston again. I pulled away the tiniest bit, afraid and worried.
Weston gripped the back of my thigh with one hand and kept me in place. His fingers continued to work me, pulling me closer to that overwhelming sensation that was slowly overtaking me.
“Are you two good in there? Christ, I can’t believe this happened,” muttered Lennon through the door.
When I went to answer to let Lennon know we were okay, Weston slid his fingers down my slit and over my lips. My heart thumped erratically in my chest, but my headache was no longer at the forefront of my mind. Instead, all I saw were images of Weston and me. Us together.
Sweaty.
Naked.
Delirious.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chanted, trembling against Weston’s touch.
Lennon must have heard me. “What was that?”
“What?”
“You said something, but it’s kind of hard to hear anything through the door.”
“Oh…” I trailed off. “I was just—”
Weston’s fingers slid straight inside me, and I swear, I lost my breath entirely. His thick, flawless fingers that spent countless hours writing and perfecting code were inside me, reaching for that spot that would undoubtedly make me fall face first.
“Finish your sentence, Olivia,” Weston ordered quietly, his fingers pulling out before thrusting back in again. He was slow until he wasn’t. Before I knew what was happening, he was finger fucking me with one hand while his other circled tight knots on my swollen clit.
“I didn’t really say anything,” I managed to get out. I couldn’t think straight. Could barely formulate words when I was a blink away from being pulled under.
“I’ll have you out in a minute,” Lennon promised.
“Time’s ticking,” Weston said.
“I know,” I hissed in a whisper. It sounded more like a whine.
“Break for me,” he said around a groan. “Show me what you look like when you let go, when you’re vulnerable, when you give yourself over.
” His eyes flicked between my face and my pussy.
“I wish you could see how unremarkably stunning you are. How pretty your pussy looks with my hand manipulating it. How gorgeous your cheeks look all flushed the way they are.” His tongue darted out and swiped over his lips.
“I thought I liked it when you smiled, but that look you’re giving me right now… Nothing will ever compare to it.”
Stars lit in my vision, streaking through the clouds of my mind as my body shuddered and convulsed. My orgasm ripped through me like a lightning streak exploding in the sky.
He continued fucking me through it, drawing it out for as long as it could possibly go. A tiny, little whimper—one I tried to contain but failed at—split from my parted lips.