24. Olivia
24
OLIVIA
I teetered on the edge of an orgasm… I had been for about thirty minutes. Alex, the wicked sex wizard, had teased me mercilessly during our drive home. He’d kissed and fingered me to near ecstasy multiple times, only to stop just before I reached the peak.
That was how it went until we stumbled out of the car he’d hired. I was sure the driver knew what we were up to in the back seat because he’d given us that knowing smirk. However, I was too high on my many almost- orgasms to be embarrassed. Endorphins flooded my system, and I could barely walk straight.
I stumbled when we stepped off the elevator. Alex wrapped a hand around my waist, pulled me to him, and whispered in my ear, “Are you drunk, Liv?”
“Yes, but not on champagne,” I sighed as I leaned into him.
He felt so good, and he smelled incredible. I actually stuck my nose into his neck to inhale deeply like a starved animal. I almost blurted out that I missed him every day for the last nine years.
Keep it together, Liv. This was just sex… between exes… rivals… Oh, God . Things could get messy, but who cared when I was desperate for my next orgasm? I stumbled again and would have probably broken an ankle if not for Alex’s support.
“I think you are drunk on alcohol,” he hummed. “Maybe I should be a gentleman and help you to bed and leave you alone.”
We stopped between our apartments, and I let out a frustrated growl as I pulled him toward me by his lapels. My back hit the wall, and he stumbled into me while wearing a smirk.
“Alex, if you don’t make me come right now, I’ll either tear my hair out or murder you.”
His hearty chuckle made me grin sheepishly. Realizing how feral I sounded, I rested my forehead against his chest and groaned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so…”
“Worked up?” he finished.
I glared up at him. “Yes, because you’re wicked… sensually and incredibly wicked. You did this on purpose.”
His little smirk confirmed it. He slid his hand up my skirt and grazed my panties. I shuddered and arched into him, desperate for more.
“I did,” he drawled. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing you so riled up and begging me to make you come.”
His teasing fingers slipped into my underwear, and I gasped. “Alex, not right here…” However, I made no attempt to stop him.
“Yes, right here. You demanded that I make you come right now. I must obey… Princess.”
I melted at the sound of the moniker coming from his smirking lips. Did him using his old endearment so freely mean something? Our gazes locked because Alex always loved to keep eye contact with me when he made me shatter to pieces. I couldn’t believe that I was making him do it in this hallway. However, I spread my legs to give him better access. This was one of the things I loved about Alex after all. He pushed my boundaries and coaxed out the woman inside me that I was always too timid to make others see.
Prudish Olivia still lingered close though, so although his larger frame completely hid me, I still swiped the corridor to make sure we were alone. I was already so worked up from the car that it only took a few swipes of his skilled fingers over my clit to send me over the edge.
My lips parted to let out a cry, but his mouth clamped onto mine, muffling the sound. My body quivered with such force that I clutched his arms for dear life, fearful that I couldn’t stay on my feet. A strong arm circled my waist, keeping me upright, and as the waves of pleasure subsided, I felt safe. It was a feeling that had eluded me for so long… nine years to be exact.
He pulled away to look at me, and he wore the tiniest, most smug smile. “Olivia Brentwood, you just orgasmed in a public hallway. Ms. Preston and her judgy cat would be appalled .”
I let out an amused snort and then whacked him on the arm with my purse, which I’d managed to hold on to despite my overwhelming pleasure. He kept reminding me of all the reasons I fell so hard for him. I was sure that I stared at him with blatant longing, but I couldn’t help it.
Finally, I yanked my heart and brain back from the past and asked, “Your place or mine?”
“I want you in my bed,” he said without hesitation.
My heart flip-flopped while he got out his key and opened his door. The instant it closed behind us, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me so passionately that I was sure my clothes would melt off. I dropped my purse to wind my arms around his neck as I kissed him back with fervor.
He continued to devour my mouth even as he shuffled us out of the living room and into his bedroom. He flipped on the light, which struck my self-conscious cord. Sure, we slept together weeks ago, but no matter how many times we did, I’d likely always feel a little nervous. I was no slacker, but the man had dated his fair share of models over the years. Tall, lithe, physically perfect supermodels. Damn the blogs for rubbing it in my face for years.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he tore his lips away from mine to peer at me. “I felt you… change.”
Goodness, he was still so attuned to my moods. The mixed signals that Alex had been giving me since our reunion gave me emotional whiplash. Did he really hate me or not? Was it possible to earn his forgiveness…?
“Liv?”
I blinked and jumped out of my head. “I’m sorry. I was just…”
“Are you having second thoughts? We can stop?—”
“No.” My hands slid inside his blazer to push it off his shoulders. “The last thing I want to do is stop.”
I then unbuckled his belt and tugged it out of his pant loops with a dramatic whip of the hand. His eyes were glued to my face even as I undid the button of his slacks and unzipped it. Maybe he was looking for a sign of my uncertainty…
I continued. “I screwed you earlier in the proverbial boardroom. Now I want to screw you in the bedroom.”
His eyebrows shot up and then amusement lit his eyes.
I shoved him onto the bed, and he dropped with a laugh. As I yanked my camisole over my head, discarded my bra, and dropped my skirt, his amusement quickly changed to desire .
His gaze raked over me as I straddled him, clad in only my underwear and still wearing my nude pumps. I should have listened to Elena and bought that sexy pair of red heels. Those would have looked so much better in a hot situation like this. However, I never imagined that I’d find myself back in this sensual master’s hands.
Alex palmed my hips and purred, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I fucking love it.”
My cheeks got hot even as I tried to maintain my new role as a confident seductress. I liked that he loved this new fun me. Those drinks we had at dinner, plus the two bottles of champagne at the club were working their magic and putting me in Alex’s sexual league.
“ But… ” His hands tightened on me and that mischievous Alex smirk crept across his face. Before my suspicion could mount, I gasped as I found myself on my back, staring up at him. “ I’ll be the one doing the screwing.”
He grinned as he stood up to remove my panties. He slowly tugged it down my legs, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I sucked in a breath at the sight of the dark sexual promise in his eyes. I had always thoroughly enjoyed his screwing . Still, I had to keep up this intriguing, strangely competitive banter we had going. When he dropped his boxers and moved to come back onto the bed, I planted my foot, shoe and all, in the middle of his chest.
He froze, one eyebrow raised and amusement gleaming in his eyes.
I smirked. “Not so fast. Seeing as how I won today, I should be the one in charge here.”
He gripped my ankle and carried my foot down. “I don’t think so, Princess.”
Before he could assert his dominance, I shuffled to my knees and cupped his balls. He groaned and froze again. Satisfaction surged through me, boosting my confidence. Having him like this in my palm and seeing his reaction was surprisingly empowering.
“So this is what happens when a woman literally has a man’s balls in her hands. He yields.”
Both irritation and blatant lust danced across his face. I didn’t think that combination was possible. “Hilarious, Liv.”
I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped me. I was having too much fun with this.
Maybe he was too because his lips kicked up at the corners. “Fine, you have me by the balls. What are you going to do with them?”
My heart rate skyrocketed at the challenge of his question. I leaned closer until my lips hovered at the tip of his cock. I’d done this a couple of times with him before, but that was years ago, and I hadn’t been this intimate with another man since. What if he found my skills unimpressive?
He watched me closely and with curiosity, but he remained unmoving. I knew he’d cool his heels if he thought I was in any way uncomfortable because as much as we had declared war, he’d always be a gentleman. However, I didn’t want him to put a leash on the sexual creature that he was. I wanted all of him tonight. Taking a deep breath, I released whatever shyness lingered and went for it.
Slowly, I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, tracing circles around it before taking it into my mouth. He inhaled sharply, and I peeked at him through my lashes. His jaw was clenched but delight flitted across his features. As I took him in further, he threw his head back and tangled his fingers in my hair.
“Fuck, Liv,” he hissed. “Alright, you win. You’re in charge. ”
My laugh was muffled, and I had to stop to regain my composure. His response tickled me so much, but it also relaxed me, and I forgot about being self-conscious. Taking him into my mouth again, I showed him what a woman in charge could do and his moaned expletives and growls of pleasure fueled my excitement. However, I seemed to have gotten carried away because I didn’t realize how close he was to exploding until his hands tightened in my hair, and he pulled me away from him.
“I wasn’t finished,” I complained.
“I almost was,” he panted. “Have mercy on me, woman.”
I grinned as I straightened and snagged his wrist to tug him onto the bed. When he sat, I straddled him and pushed his shoulders back. “No mercy, Alex.”
As soon as his back hit the mattress, I had him in my hand, guiding his rock-hard cock toward my center. I was soaked... I had been since we left that club. When I had him inside me, we both moaned.
“Jeezus , Princess. You feel so good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as I started to move, teasing him with slow, shallow movements. “So hot and tight. Ride me fast, baby.”
Planting my hand on his chest, I grinned. “Not until you say pretty please.”
He made a little scoffing sound but then chuckled. “You know what…?”
“Wha—?” My shriek echoed in the room as he suddenly flipped us over. “I thought I was in charge.”
“We’re taking turns,” he said.
I pouted when he pulled out of me because my body was hungry for him. Starving . He flipped me again, and I landed on my stomach .
“Open your legs wider,” he commanded as he pulled me to my knees.
I eagerly complied, feeling my heart hammer with anticipation. He entered me from behind and I moaned. Despite his tight hold on my hips, his strokes were slow and gentle. When he leaned forward to press his lips to my ear, he touched a spot inside me that made me gasp with delight.
“Is this still your favorite position, Liv?”
“Oh, God... y-yes.” My breath was driven out of my lungs by a more powerful thrust.
“Good,” he purred. “How do you like me being in charge?”
As much as I wanted to be defiant, pleasure was building inside me to an almost unbearable level, and I was intoxicated by it. An honest reply spilled from my lips before I could stop it. “I love it. You’re a fucking god, Alex!” I pursed my lips, momentarily appalled that nine years later, I still blurted out embarrassing things in the throes of passion with him.
He hummed, and the sound resonated with smugness. However, he had every right to be proud. Only he could ever get me to go crazy like this. My embarrassment was fleeting because his pace increased and my orgasm coiled in my belly. I was nearly ready to shuttle into the stratosphere. My fingers dug into the sheets and my toes curled. My walls tightened around him as if begging for release but not wanting to ever let him go.
Alex let out a low, drawn-out moan. “You’re close, Liv. I can feel it.” He slid one hand up to the small of my back to apply pressure, arching me more against him. His other hand lifted my hips a little as he shuffled on his knees. When he drove into me again, his new angle hit the take-off button inside me.
I screamed his name as the coil inside me snapped and the fire building in my core exploded. Tingles spread through my body and heat danced on my skin as I shuddered uncontrollably. The force of my release knocked me off my hands, and I almost face-planted onto the mattress but Alex held me up. His continued thrusts seemed to prolong my orgasm forever. Wave after wave hit me, sending me further into that blissful haze.
When he came, he whispered my name almost reverently and then he bent down to kiss my shoulder. In my euphoric state, I took that to mean that he still loved me. A girl was allowed to float on her fantasy bubble after such an intense orgasm…
He collapsed beside me, and we both gasped for air. I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, but when I found my wits, I rolled onto my back to glance at Alex. He had his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. As if feeling my eyes on him, he turned to me with his typical smug look.
He was so incredible in the art of pleasuring a woman. He was so attentive and once he got to know your body, you never left without an orgasm—most times multiple . He seemed to still remember every nuance of my body and every button that made me tick even after almost a decade.
I had to wonder… could he possibly be God's gift to women? Maybe he was, but I’d never tell him. He was arrogant enough. Just look at that cocky smirk he wore. He knew he rocked my world, and he wasn’t afraid to show how proud he was.
My thoughts came to a halt when he reached over to tenderly brush a thumb over my cheek. “Are you alright?”
I nodded.
He peered into my eyes. “Are you sure? You’re looking at me funny.”
I swallowed hard. I was looking at him funny because Alex Knight could be one arrogant bastard, but he countered it by turning around to be the sweetest, most caring guy, even when he claimed to not like you. I wanted him back… as my lover, my best friend, my everything . Was that possible after tonight?
I bit the inside of my cheeks hard enough to draw blood to keep my emotions in check. Tears threatened to gather, and I couldn’t afford to fall apart in front of him. “I’m…” I cleared my throat. “I’m fine. That was… I’m just thirsty.”
“I imagine you would be after all that screaming you just did.”
His teasing grin made me suck my teeth. “You can’t go five minutes without being smug, can you?”
“Not after you just called me a god.”
“Oh, get over yourself.”
He chuckled as he shuffled out of bed. “I’ll get you some water. You’ll need it because I’m going to spend the rest of the night showing you how right you are about me being a fucking god .”
I sighed and grumbled, “Get me a needle, too, so I can deflate your overblown ego.”
His laughter wrapped around me, warming me to the core and reminding me of how much fun we used to have together. A smile tugged at my lips, but I held it back and managed to scowl.
“Get me that water already,” I demanded.
He snorted and gave a mock bow. “Yes, Princess Olivia .”
However, that smirk never left his lips. When he sauntered out, gloriously naked, I stared at the doorway with longing and wondered about a possible future together. Was I getting ahead of myself?