3. Olivia
Olivia
M y pussy clenches when Carlo shuts the door. He turns and raises a brow. I almost say no, not my panties. He’d told me to give them to him, so I had. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the entire building shook with my nerves. Could I do this? Then, I remember our bargain. I don’t have to think when I am with him. He does the thinking. I only have to obey. I move my fingers to the hem of my dress and lift it higher. A low groan escapes his lips, and his eyes darken.
He lifts me onto the tall, wrought iron console table in his foyer. Pressing my back against a mirror, he growls. “Spread your legs wider. Show me my pussy.”
I obey. The cold counter hits my already wet center, and I shiver. Carlo stares at my open thighs. My slick folds glisten with arousal. He licks his lips before stepping back. My body temperature cools with each step. I close my eyes and take a deep breath when he drops to his knees. “Eyes on me,” he demands.
I freeze at the command but obey. He rewards me with a slow lick up my slit. I pant like an animal. The soft scrape of his evening stubble abrades my skin with each firm tongue swipe. I rock my hips against him as he devours me. He grabs my ass cheeks and steadies me on the table before I upend us. His eyes arcing upward, he orders. “Keep still.”
Fuck. How?
He returns to my pussy, spreading the wetness all over. My clit throbs as he draws it into his mouth. I can’t help it. I reach for his head, and he pulls away. “Hands behind your back. Don’t move them unless I say.”
I lift my hands, crossing them behind my back, and he resumes. My back arches, my hips jerking as I push my pussy against his mouth. He shoves my body back against the mirror, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me still. The muscles in my thighs tremble, and my body shakes. I need to move, to grab his head and hold him in place.
“Carlo, please, let me touch you,” I beg.
He ignores me and continues. His tongue dips inside my opening before swirling up to my clit. Making room for the hard braid of his twisted fingers to curl into my channel. As soon as they enter, they go to work, twisting and untwisting. Curling into the soft pad located behind the clit he sucks. I arch my back as my thighs lift seeking more. My body strains against the pressure. My pussy clenches, and I convulse with a scream. I would have fallen from the table if he hadn’t held me up. He eases the pressure and withdraws his fingers. Bringing the sopping digits to his mouth and licking them clean.
Carlo strips off his clothes. He removes his gun first. Setting it on the table where he’d just had me. The deadly weapon isn’t the only thing on his body that is hard and ready. I’ve never been with a man who owned a gun before. Certainly not one who pulls it out, lays it beside me, and prepares to fuck me.
He pushes his pants down his legs, and his dick springs free. My mouth waters. I want to taste him. My nipples bead into hard points, and my pussy drools as if it hadn’t just erupted like a geyser.
I bite my lip when he takes my hips. The smooth, velvety head of his dick pushes into my soaked center. He holds me, his eyes drilling into mine as he enters me. I am so wet from my orgasm that he slides right in. “ Fuuuck. ” I moan and writhe. “Can I move?” I beg.
He grunts in response. Is that a yes, or no?
My pussy clamps down on him, desperate to suck him in deeper. Carlo grunts again. His fingers tighten on my hips. He pulls back until only the tip of his dick remains in my center before he thrusts back in. I gasp at the fullness. He’s so big, he fills me as I grip every vein. Squeezing his shaft, I try shackling him so that he can’t withdraw again. But he’s too big and I can’t hold him. The table can’t hold us. The only thing keeping us from toppling over are his driving rhythm. He grinds his pelvis against my clit. We moan in unison. He does it again and again, hitting all the right places. My body climbs to another peak as his dick plunges inside me. He pauses, buried balls deep.
Carlo captures my face and whispers against my lips. “Mine.” He takes my lips and plunges his tongue inside. Claiming my mouth as surely as his dick claims my pussy. “You didn’t answer,” he pants. “Are you mine? Do you want more of this?” He pulls out and teases my pussy with circles and swirls. “Do you want me to keep giving you this? It can be all yours. You only have to claim it.”
“Yes. Damn. Yes.” I grab his face. Holding his cheeks and swearing at him. “Fuck yeah. Give it to me. Give me all of you.”
My words send him into a frenzy. He pumps faster, his hard thrusts stealing my breath. My pussy spasms, and I break away to scream his name as my body quakes. His roar drowns out my scream, until he collapses on top of me. My arms circle him, my hands smoothing his back muscles. Swiping sweat that I bring to my mouth. Licking his taste from my hands, when it’s gone, I lick the sides of his neck. Drinking him in like an alcoholic desperate for the last drop of the finest liquor.
He stands and pulls me with him. Leaning down, he presses his lips to my forehead before scooping me up in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder and let him carry me through his apartment. We pass a massive Christmas tree decorated with white lights and gold and silver ornaments. The kitchen is a blur of stainless-steel appliances and white marble counters. He turns into a bedroom that is as big as my entire apartment. A California king bed is centered against the back wall.
“You have a beautiful home.”
He grunts. “It was just an apartment until you came.”
Um. Oh. Kay. That is a lot of pressure and meaning put into a fun, one-night stand. I want to protest. To remind him that I am not here for any of this. But I am too tired. I’ve had a long day, and I’ve just been fucked senseless. I ignore the voice that whispers those are just excuses. The part that says, I know exactly how he feels. I shake the fanciful yearnings away. It might be Christmas Eve, but I don’t believe in miracles.
Carlo frowns down at me. “You’re worrying.”
“I’m not—” Before I can finish the lie, his thumbs smooth out the frown lines I hadn’t realized were wrinkling my brow.
“Who’s in charge tonight?”
I bite my lip, and he growls. “You are?” I hedge.
“And what’s my rule?”
“Um, do what you say?”
“And I say, no worrying. You’re with me. I got you.”
I nod and let him lay me down on his bed. He joins me, spooning behind me and wrapping me in his arms. I try to relax. I’m in a stranger’s bed, and I can’t remember the last time I’d had sex. I hadn’t been with anyone since Ron. A relationship that ended when I became engrossed in my photography business. A man like Carlo wouldn’t be interested in a self-sufficient woman. A man like Carlo would be looking for a trophy to hold onto his arm and bask in his light. Someone who could handle the life he leads. Hadn’t he said as much earlier? That he had many lovers who were happy to share him? I could never be okay with that. The last thing I need is a man in my life with a string of waiting women. I twist my head on the pillow and see Carlo’s eyes on me.
“Why are you staring?”
“You’re worried again. You’re so bad at this.”
He is right. I suck at this. I never do one-night stands, and this already feels like much more than one night. “Sorry, I’m having a good time.” I wince at the understatement. “I can’t help overthinking…”
“Then let me give you something else to focus on.” He rolls my back onto the mattress and slides over me.
“What are you doing?” I ask huskily as my thighs slide open and hug the sides of his.
He reaches between us and grasps his dick, the head probing at my center. “I’m getting ready to fuck you. If you’re good. You good?”
“Yesss.” The word hisses out of me as he sinks inside. I lift my hips and wrap my legs around his waist. His lips capture mine as his hips press against mine, driving me into the sheets. He keeps one hand planted on the bed. The other travels up my stomach and covers one breast. I lift into his hand. His touch is rough and firm. He squeezes my breast and plucks at my nipple as his tongue continues to ravish my mouth. In the hallway, he’d been rough, driving away my thoughts like a bulldozer. Now he gives me the slow, steady rocking of his dick into the cradle of my thighs. His thrusts are deep, each thorough stroke feels like making love.
Suddenly, he groans, and his hips pick up speed. I moan into his mouth. His tongue captures the sound and swallows it. My fingernails score his back as my body tightens.
“Carlo, please…” I don’t know what I am begging for, but he does. His hand travels down my body and circles my clit. His fingers pinch the swollen nub. I explode, my body seizing beneath him. He pulls out, flips me over, and enters me from behind. His hips pound against my ass, and his palm cracks my right cheek. Then, his fingers curl into my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts. I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“My good girl,” he croons as he drives us both to the edge. “So, good.”
His praise causes another mini-explosion inside me. I shudder, my body quivering around him.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
His hand cracks down on my ass cheek again. His thrusts speed up. He pumps into my pussy over and over, driving me into the headboard as his hips move frantically. His hand reaches around and rolls my clit again.
“Come, Olivia. Come on my dick. I want you squeezing my dick as you come.”
His dirty words, the rough caress of his fingers, and the way his dick swells inside me, send me over the edge. My pussy spasms around his cock, and he swells inside me. He thrusts a few more times before roaring out his release. He drops on top of me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I don’t know where he ends, and I begin. It’s being lost and found at the same time. Amazing.
I whimper when Carlo finally moves, slipping from my body. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.” He says turning me over.
I follow him into his luxurious bathroom. The bathroom is a dream with a deep tub and a glassed-in shower with multiple shower heads. I barely have the energy to keep my eyes open or to walk. But Carlo doesn’t mind as he leads me inside the shower. He washes me, massaging my scalp as he shampoos my hair. I hum with pleasure as he works conditioner through my thick strands. My hair is going to be a hot mess in the morning but I don’t care. That’s how fucking good it feels.
I return the favor, running my soapy hands over his muscular body. I massage his shoulders, kneading out the knots. He groans and leans into my touch. I follow the dark vee of hair on his chest until it ends in an arrowhead pointing to his dick. I look up for permission and lick my lips when he gives a quick nod.
Sliding to my knees, I take his dick in my hand. His soft length is already starting to harden again. I run my hands up and down his length before circling the base. I look up again before nibbling on his mushroom tip, chaining his eyes to drive him insane. He strokes his hand through my hair.
“Olivia, suck me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. Not when I want it as much as he does. I open my mouth and swallow him. I’ve never taken a man this deep into my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, and I look up at him. His eyes are dark with arousal. I hollow my cheeks, devouring him.
“Damn, girl. Just like that.” He encourages, his hips thrusting into my mouth.
I squeeze him at the base and pump him up and down as I suck. His dick grows even longer and thicker in my mouth. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Olivia, I’m coming,” he warns.
I want it. Want every drop of this gorgeous man; I swallow as he erupts. His body jerks as he comes.
I stand, and he helps me to my feet. I kiss him and say, “Merry Christmas.”
“He sighs. Best gift ever.”
“Now, you’re just being nice,” I say as he turns off the shower and towels me dry.
“I’m never nice,” he protests with a growl.
He carries me back to bed, belying his words. I start to protest, but he shakes his head. “I want you in my arms tonight.”
Carlo lays me on the bed and slides in behind me--pulling me back against his chest. We fall asleep like that, his arms wrapped around me. I wake up to him sliding inside me again. “Good morning, Olivia. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas to you too.”
We spend the rest of Christmas morning in bed. Before we finally make our way to the kitchen. I’m not sure what time it is, but I don’t care. I am in his arms, and we are having a merry Christmas morning.